Chapter 16
Chapter
Sixteen
EMERY
The house we pulled up to looked like it was about to sink into the pits of hell. The yard was littered with beer bottles and trash from leftover takeout spots. I instructed Juno to pull to the end of the block as I screwed my silencer on.
“No wonder his ass is sending threats. Look how he’s living,” Rich, one of our enforcers, said.
“You sure he’s even in there, boss?” Lou asked.
“He’s in there,” I confirmed.
Kevin shook his head. “I ain’t no pussy ass nigga, but I don’t do haunted houses. I’m usually the one scaring motherfuckas, not the other way around.”
I chuckled. “Bring y’all asses on so I can get back home to my lady.” I popped the door open and headed down the block with my team following. I didn’t need them, but because I didn’t know this neighborhood well, I needed extra eyes.
Kevin and Lou took guard in front, while Juno and I crept around back. I pushed open the rickety gate and saw the backyard filled with debris and old cars.
“Sir, look out!” Juno whisper-shouted, sending a silent bullet into a big ass raccoon.
I chuckled. “Good looking.” I tried the back door handle, and it came right open. I was a little skeptical about entering. This shit did look like something straight out of a horror film.
I noticed some stairs leading up into the kitchen and crept through with my gun leading the way.
Once we made it through the kitchen, I saw the light in the hall was on, followed by doors on both sides.
Juno went ahead of me, checking what I assumed were rooms before we finally entered the living room, where this nigga was sleeping in the recliner.
The TV was louder than it should have been, and the house was disgusting beyond measure.
I lifted my gun and sent a bullet into the wall over his head.
He jumped immediately, looking like he was about to piss on himself.
“What the—what the fuck are you doing in my shit! Who are you?” he asked.
“The grim reaper. I came to collect your soul.”
“What you—man, I ain’t got shit for you.”
“I can see that,” I said, eyes perusing the dirty shoe box he called home. “So, you like sending threatening letters and shit?” I asked him, pulling the note from my pocket and tossing it at him. When he didn’t pick it up and just stared at me, I knew he knew I knew.
“Who sent you?”
He still stared at me as if I wasn’t talking to him.
“Are they worth you dying tonight?”
“I don’t give a fuck. I ain’t telling you shit.”
I smirked. “I love that for me. Juno.” I nodded to the front door as he went to open it, letting Kevin and Lou inside.
“Ugh. It’s even worse in this motherfucka,” Kevin stated, pulling a chuckle from Juno and Lou.
“Time to get to work, fam.” I nodded to Kevin, who didn’t hesitate to deliver blows to the nigga’s face and body.
Orlando tried to fight back, but he was no match for Kevin.
“That’s enough,” I called it once I started seeing him weakening.
Kevin picked him up from the floor, putting him back in the dusty, brown chair.
“You still don’t want to give me a name?”
He looked at me with his one good eye and spat blood toward me. “Fuck . . . you!”
“A’ight.” I lifted my gun and sent four bullets into him.
His body jerked, and life left it. I didn’t have time to stand here and play Blue’s Clues with this bum.
“Grab his phone, and let’s roll,” I told Kevin.
He did as I instructed while I put in the call to the cleaning crew.
It was crazy how people would risk their lives for a few dollars, including myself.
The only difference between Orlando and me was that my dollars were endless, and I had a purpose.
It was all coming to an end for me, though, and I was determined not to let this shit claim my soul.
We headed back to the warehouse; Juno switched out the cars, and I had Kevin and Lou take the truck we were in to get stripped.
I pulled out my cell and dialed Yumi. It was crazy how much I’d miss her when we weren’t together. She had always been my peace—my haven.
“Hi, handsome.” Her syrupy voice came through the receiver, making my dick come to life.
“What’s up, beautiful? What are you doing?”
She sighed, dejectedly. “On my way to your brother’s. There’s been a snag in the road.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay.” We hung up. “Ju, hit Mill’s crib,” I told him. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another, and because he and Mook were being watched, I had to get in the field to make sure these niggas didn’t spend a day in prison. I didn’t mind, but the shit was taking its toll on me.
Seventeen more days.
Juno pulled behind Yumi’s truck once we made it through my brother’s gates. I got out, walked over to her door, and opened it. She smiled at me when I pulled her into my arms and grabbed two handfuls of her ass.
“I missed you,” I admitted, putting my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling her sweet perfume.
“I missed you, too.”
I kissed her neck, lips, and forehead, then led her to my brother’s door. A few moments later, Mina answered and smiled at us.
“Hey,” she greeted.
“What’s up, sis? I don’t think you two have met. Mina, this is my beautiful lady, Yumi Clark, soon-to-be Aldana. Baby, this is my beautiful sister-in-law, Mina King-Aldana.”
Mina put her hand over her heart and smiled in awe. “Finally! I thought he would never bring anyone to meet us. And he’s talking about marriage? Please, tell me what you did to him!” She laughed.
Yumi tittered. “I guess I walked down the hall of Cody High. He’s been in love ever since.”
I pinched her ass cheek as she yelped and laughed. “Even though you’re right, don’t tell our business.”
“Oh, whatever, Emery.” Mina waved me off. “The guys are waiting in the study. Yumi, I hope to see you again.”
“I’ll be at your birthday party this weekend.”
“Oh, even better!” she exclaimed, then bid us adieu. I led Yumi down to my brother’s study, where he and Mook were inside, talking and having a drink.
“Please tell me this shit is over, sis,” Mill said as soon as we walked in.
I shook my head at his ass. “Damn, can you at least greet her first?”
“How you doing, sis? Please tell me this shit is over.”
Yumi sighed and sat in the chair across from him, and I took my place next to her. I grabbed the bottle of White Hennessy from the center of the table and filled my glass with a tumbler.
“Unfortunately, it’s not.”
“What now?” Mook asked.
“The prosecution has found yet another witness who claims they know everything about you all. The witness wishes to remain anonymous, so the judge has postponed the trial until further notice.”
“Bro, this shit is getting beyond fucking ridiculous. At this point, I feel like all these motherfuckas that’s coming forth about us are fucking lying, and somebody is paying their ass to do it,” Mill surmised.
I nodded. “That doesn’t sound far off. One of you niggas done pissed somebody off, and now they’re targeting y’all.”
Mook shook his head. “That’s just it. We don’t fuck with nobody, so who the fuck would want to target us?”
“That, I don’t know. All I know is, I’m tired of having to make sure you niggas stay free. I’m at my wits’ end with all of this, honestly.”
“And what does that mean exactly?” Mill asked, looking at me and waiting for an answer.
I shrugged. “Just what it sounds like.” We stared at each other for a while, not speaking. He knew what the fuck I meant, and I could slowly see him putting the pieces together, but Yumi’s voice interrupted what I knew he was about to say.
“I’m not sure who this high-profile witness is, but I am going to find out who they are or what they know. By law, they have to allow the defense to read over her written testimony, so we’ll know what we’re up against.”
“Her?” Mook queried.
“Yes, it’s another female.”
I shook my head. “Mill, you sure this ain’t a scorned jump-off, bruh?”
“Man, fuck you. Them bitches barely knew my name, and they for damn sure didn’t know what I do for a living, so go to hell.”
“I don’t know, Mill. You have been around a block or two,” Mook stated facts.
“Fuck both of y’all. I’ve been faithful for the past two months.”
“And we’ve been going through this bullshit about that long, my nigga,” Mook countered.
“It ain’t on me, Cuz, so like I said, fuck both of y’all.”
“Okay, well, I’ll be contacting you all for the next court date,” Yumi told them.
“Sis, get us the fuck off this rollercoaster ride, please. Whatever I have to pay, name ya price. I can’t keep being restricted to this eleven o’clock bullshit.”
“About that. I petitioned for their removal for you all. He denied it, of course, but he did extend your time to one a.m.”
“I guess that’s better than nothing. I appreciate you, cuz.” Mook stood and came over to hug her. Yumi stood to reciprocate it. “Even if shit don’t work out in our favor, I just want to say thank you for even trying.”
Yumi smiled. “You’re welcome, but it’s going to work out; just trust the process. My rates speak for themselves. You both continue to stay out of trouble, and allow me to handle the rest.”
“You got it, my baby.” Mill and I stood as I took Yumi’s hand and led her out of the house. Once we made it outside, I took the keys from her.
“Follow us,” I told Juno, opening the door for Yumi. We got inside as I headed home.
Yumi took my hand and interlocked our fingers. “You seem a little off. Is everything okay?”
I nodded. “I’m straight. Just a little tired.”
“Yeah, you look like it. I know this stuff with Mook and Mill is getting to you, but I promise I’m going to do everything I can to make sure they don’t go to prison or get the bare minimum.”
“You’re doing enough, Yummy. At this point, whatever happens, happens. As much as I don’t want my family behind bars, I can’t eliminate every piece on the board for them.”
I could see her looking at me outside of my peripheral vision, and I realized I said too much. “What do you mean by eliminate?”
I chuckled. “Nothing, baby.” Yumi knew what I meant; however, I wasn’t going to go into detail about what I meant.
We pulled up to our home almost an hour later and went inside. I carried Yumi up the stairs to our bedroom and began to undress her, then myself. I led her to the bathroom while we both remained silent. So much shit was happening, and I was just ready to get it over with.
We brushed, flossed, and then climbed into the shower. I refrained from fucking the shit out of her since she said we never made it to the bed, but we did play around a little bit before washing up and getting out.
We dried off, and she pulled me into the room.
“Lie down on your stomach.”
“I don’t lie on my stomach, Yummy.”
She giggled. “I’m going to give you a massage. You look exhausted. Let me relieve your stress.”
I did as she asked without protest because a nigga was tense.
When I felt her soft hands rubbing my back, my eyes closed in relaxation.
I never knew what it was like to not have a woman as loving and caring as Yumi.
This feeling was something I’d always looked for and never found, and that was because I never ran into a woman who gave a fuck about me.
“Shit feels nice, baby. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, my love. Talk to me. What’s on your mind?” she asked softly.
“A lot of shit. I’m anxious to take you away and live out your fairytale dreams. Seventeen days seems too fucking far away.”
“I know, but just know it’s coming . . . I saw Liam today.”
My eyes popped open. “What the fuck did he want?”
“Same old thing. Trying to get me back and convince me that I was making a mistake.”
“That nigga begging for me to tag his toes.”
“Emmy, don’t. Just let him talk. I’m never getting back with him, no matter what he says or does.”
I turned over because I wanted her to see my face so she could know how serious I was.
“I spared him for this long, Yummy, on the strength of you. I asked him to stay away from you. I don’t repeat myself, so now homie gotta see me since he thinks I’m playing with him.”
“If you love me, you’ll listen to me when I tell you not to harm him.”
“I ain’t gon’ harm him, but this is the last time. I don’t have any more fucks to give.”
She leaned forward and kissed my lips. I deepened it before she trailed kisses down my stomach, removing the towel from my waist. When she took my dick in her mouth, I inhaled a deep breath.
I hated that she was asking me not to send that nigga to meet his ancestors, but I knew it was because her ass cared too much for people who didn’t deserve it.
Like her bitch ass family.
She deep-throated me, and I fisted her hair, pumping my hips, trying to stop myself from calling out like a broad.
“Damn, Yummy.” My teeth sank into my bottom lip while I looked down at her enjoying making my fucking toes curl. She lifted and climbed on top of me, sliding down slowly as my hands gripped the fat of her hips.
I smirked. “Don’t hop on it if you can’t handle it.” She knew she could never ride me, not then and especially not now.
“Nothing beats a failure but a try. I want to try this time.”
“You gon’ see it through this time, or should I take over?”
“I’m going to see—” She moaned. “Mmm, Emery.”
“You got it, baby. Slow and steady, mama.”
“It’s so big.”
“Gimme them lips.”
She leaned forward again, and I slid my tongue in her mouth. After five minutes of her trying to take all of me, I grabbed her ass and slammed her down on it.
“Emeryyy! Oh, fuuck!”
“Stop playing and ride yo’ dick, baby.” I gave her a minute to get her shit together, then slapped her ass to get her moving. She placed her palms back on my chest and began to bounce slowly.
“I’m going to cum, baby. Shit!”
“Let me see.”
She lifted and leaned back, putting her hands on my legs as I looked down between us, seeing her pretty pussy glistening.
Seeing how wet she was and how my dick kept going out and going in made my nut begin to rise again.
I lifted and wrapped my arms around her body, helping her bounce while attacking her lips.
Minutes later, we were both climaxing and holding each other tight. It took a few moments before I left the bed to get us a warm towel to clean up, then I got in bed behind her to spoon her.
“You won, baby. I ain’t gon’ kill ya lil’ ugly ass boyfriend.”
She snorted a laugh as I smiled and kissed her shoulder.
“I love you.”
“I love you more, my love.”