51. Cairo
FIFTY-ONE
cairo
I’m going to fuck this bitch up so hard; she’s going to feel me for a month.
I knew Vivian was stupid and desperate as hell, but what I didn’t account for was her suddenly growing some balls. If I would’ve known sooner, I would’ve found a loophole to finally kill her ass.
However, at the present, I don’t remember much or how I got here.
I was at Torin’s brewery, settling into a game of poker and about to head out to swing over to South Shore for Bay’s race. The last thing I recall was heading out to my car, driving down the road, and jumping out to find Bay before waking up in this chair in handcuffs and a really hard dick.
She drugged me.
I could still feel some of the powdery substance on the surface of my tongue. Then, when asked what the hell she did, I was told she gave me Molly.
Molly.
When normal me would’ve lashed out and chided her fuck-up, all I could do was sit there like a jackass and rub my hands together for some relief.
No matter how much shit I’ve taken, I still recognize the relationship between Vivian and me. I might not have been lashing out at her like I would if I were sober, but I can’t help but feel a small twinge of empathy.
She loves me.
Or I should say, my power.
Is all this highly unnecessary and a bit aggressive? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
Would I want her to have just texted me like she normally does and begged me to come back? Yes.
But Bay’s sudden power shift has sent Vivian spiraling, apparently. I’ve listened to nothing but how times used to be—how we used to be—and the promises of how everything can get better.
Not entirely sure how, when I’m currently bound by metal bracelets looped in my chair. My arms are twisted uncomfortably, and Vivian has already sucked my cock, followed up by me coming deep in her mouth.
I hate that my body and mind liked it. Everything is heightened, and I’m horny as fuck. There’s nothing more I want right now than to be touched and ride this shit out for as long as I can.
It’s temporary.
And I’m fucking screwed.
I’ve been high for what feels like forever.
“Hey,” I hear Vivian’s voice coo softly, prompting my eyes to blink a few times to bring her into view. “Are you tired?”
“Where am I, Viv?”
“South Shore. I thought it’d be nice we do it here. Despite what’s happening outside in the streets.”
“It’s time, Cairo. I want to be Queen of Wharf Bay. It’s what we always planned, babe. You and me…forever. ”
Delusion is running hella deep in the both of us, and goosebumps line my skin from the softness of her tone and the unnatural need for her lips again.
“I think it’s time we make an heir.”
One red flag begins waving in my head instead of a whole handful, but I can’t fully wrap my brain around reality and what isn’t going to fucking happen.
“How long have I been here?”
I see Vivian frown before she wipes it away. “Few hours. I didn’t want it to happen like this, but I wanted you to see…” She bites down on her lower lip and closes more of the distance between us. The light pink dress she has on rides up her thighs, ones I’ve been between over a hundred times, and my cock twitches. “I wanted you to remember everything we used to be.”
This shit is crazy.
I begin to fidget in my chair. A bunch of unused energy coursing through my frame, and I just want to move.
But Vivian removes her panties, and my focus deadlocks on the lacy pink material before she brings them up to my face.
“You used to love to keep them,” she mutters gently, forcing me to smell her musky scent and shooting another surge of lust through my veins. “I always wondered if you used to jack off with them.”
I didn’t .
I threw them in the trash.
My eyes flick up to greens, and she smiles, however, I don’t fucking answer. I might be on a horny escapade, but I have the smallest echo of a voice telling me to keep my entire shit together. That it’s the side effects of the drugs that have my cock begging for another round of release.
“I’m a little upset with you, babe.”
I stretch my neck because sitting still like this is driving me crazy. “When aren’t you?”
“When were you going to tell me about the other bitch?” It doesn’t register right away, but Viv makes sure to fill in those blanks without any mention of needing help. “Sienna Matthews. You were going to marry some random?—”
“It wasn’t going to happen,” I emit evenly. “Don’t start freaking out about things that didn’t?—”
“She was at your coronation,” she retorts sharply. “She was there to collect. To take what was mine .”
My eyebrows clench. “Is this why I’m fuckin’ here?”
Vivian bristles with a lift of her chin. “I’m tired of waiting. I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore.”
Oh, for the love of fuck…
“Miss, she’s here.”
The new male voice in the room seizes my attention, but I find only a slightly opened door and no one there.
Am I imagining voices in my head now? Or am I moving too slow?
“It’s time,” Vivian announces, turning on her heels and taking her underwear with her.
My body chases it, leaning forward when something shifts violently in the room.
Violently, in the sense I can feel the transition of female energy in the room, and that’s when all hell in my body and brain breaks loose.
In tight, shredded black jeans and a white hoodie, Bay Astor just entered the space, and my entire body lights up with lust.
Her sole attention is bolted on Vivian, and I want that.
I want those fucking blue eyes on me. And I want my fingers through her thick mane of raven hair.
It’s not until Vivian breeches through my several seconds of highly sought out fantasy that I begin accessing shit.
“This was extremely wild of you to think you were going to pull this in my town, Viv,” Bay berates my ex flatly. “You pull that trigger, you’ll be dead within the next minute.”
I didn’t notice the gun in my ex’s palm before until Bay mentioned it. A small Smith and Wesson directed at the woman who gave away her South Shore crown just to keep Ramsey off a Titan seat.
It’s suicide.
I haven’t been able to talk to her about it or anything. Since my father was shot and taken by Ramsey’s men, my mother and sisters have been wrecked.
Mind you, he’s alive and shit. He’s not in any immediate danger, per the doctors, but the females in my life have amped up their smothering and worry for what’s to come.
On the latter, they have every right to be. They’d be stupid if they weren’t.
“You underestimate the amount of time I’ve put into this,” Vivian retorts evenly. “Besides, I’ve paid a lot of money to have this on the hush-hush.”
“That doesn’t sound at all crazy and desperate,” Bay replies. “Was this your way of trying to be cute?”
“I wouldn’t be so fucking judgy, ” Vivian clips out. “You’re in no position right now.”
Neither is she.
Vivian is just Vivian.
Bay is a leader with a whole squad of fucking killers.
“Sinatra.” My nickname given to me by the woman who has had me on a mental trip for weeks nabs my attention, and there are those fucking blue eyes I wanted so much. “You alright?”
“Fine, Little T,” I mindlessly say, without any reservation or much thought process. She’s here. Of course, I’m fucking fine. “Come here.”
“ No ,” Vivian snaps, side-stepping to get closer to me. “This shit ends now. ”
Bay slowly cocks her head to the side. “What shit?”
“The shit where you think he’s yours,” Vivian leers, placing her ass promptly in my lap. “He’s not. He’s never been. You were just a pawn in his game to gain intel. What you thought you had…it wasn’t real.”
I mean, that’s what I said.
But it’s not true.
With Vivian’s calves brushing against mine, my dick twitches needily against her ass, and my ex wiggles her butt against my length to keep the notion of pure ecstasy pumping through my veins.
“I thought so,” Bay claims, and it takes me a few seconds to register the wrong message is being put out here.
She can’t believe that shit.
Not after everything I’ve said and done.
“Sit down,” Vivian orders, waving her weapon toward a tattered brown leather chair. “You’re going to watch this.”
“Where in South Shore are we?” I ask a million hours too late. I don’t recognize anything in it, but the room feels familiar.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” Vivian says when Bay chirps in with, “My old house.”
My attention slices over to Bay, her eyes already on me as she sits along the edge of the brown couch to my right.
Fuck, I know what this house meant to her. And now, I understand why it feels homey.
“Viv,” I lightly chide. “That’s fucked up.”
My ex doesn’t give a damn what she’s just done because more of her weight falls on my lap.
Bay remains cool, calm, and collected—something I’m not entirely sure is real, fake, or if I’m seeing shit.
Regardless, Viv’s hand snakes around her waist, and my cock is gently brushed with her fingers.
In my boxers.
I don’t remember much of how she got them off, but I do recall them not going back on.
“Cairo and I are going to conceive,” Vivian states matter-of-factly, and my body reacts with equal parts turned on and repulsed. “He wants to have my babies.”
“Congratulations,” Bay deadpans, crossing her arms along her chest. “When’s the wedding?”
Vivian scoffs haughtily and hikes her dress. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Hence why I asked.” Through a balancing act, Vivian positions my cock to her center, and Bay narrows her eyes before her lips coil into a dangerous smirk. “Oh, bitch…you really don’t wanna do that.”
Vivian ignores her, sinking onto my length and eliciting a moan from her lips.
Me…I’m thrusting upward to gain more of her tightness because I need it. I’m so fucking turned on I don’t even feel like my damn self, nor can I stop the desire burning red-hot in my veins.
“Sinatra,” I hear Bay warn, causing my body to seize up to a halt. “Cool it.”
Vivian suddenly points her gun at Bay. “Shut the fuck up and enjoy it, bitch. You’re going to hear every moan he generates for me because that’s how much he loves me. How much he wants this.”
“It’s not because you have him drugged up, huh?”
The click of the hammer on Vivian’s weapon racks through my psych, and I’m not so fucked up to know that death is still a real thing.
A gun is still a real threat.
Why the hell is Bay here right now with zero backup…I can’t say I’m entirely surprised.
The level of stupidity that runs through her damn head sometimes boggles my brain, and I still want to strangle her half the time.
“He’s going to come inside me,” Vivian leers as she continues to fuck me reverse cowgirl style. “And then you’re going to see what you’re up against.”
Bay appears unbothered, which irks me a little.
I can’t focus on both Vivian’s cunt and Bay’s blue eyes, but my concentration is pulled to the latter.
I wish it were Bay taking full advantage of me and whispering all the dirty shit she’s thinking about while she rides me. To have her sweet lips all over my skin, while she rolls her hips and tells me how much she’s thought about fucking me before.
“God, I missed this, Cairo,” Vivian moans abruptly through the silence. “I missed how you fucked me.”
Wrong person.
Bay quirks an eyebrow, never taking her placid attention span off me for a second. I almost feel like the biggest idiot if I wasn’t so damn doped up. I’m too jazzed up in half la-la land, half what the fuck is going on ?
However, I wouldn’t trade Bay not being here for anything. Especially when my cock requires release and a pair of lucid blues are homed on me in shit I can’t decipher right now.
“We were also so good together,” my ex continues, not reading what’s still going on between Bay and me. “We’re going to rule, and everything is going to be like it was supposed to be.”
Bay rolls her eyes with a silent sigh and color me confused.
How is she not losing her shit right now? Is this real? Am I dreaming? Am I caught up in a fucked-up nightmare?
“Oh, God ,” Vivian mewls, riding me faster and harder. “Just like that, babe. Give me that cock.”
It’s then I see the lock in Bay’s jaw before she slowly rises to stand.
Vivian immediately catches the movement, and she slows. “ Sit the fuck down, I said.”
“Can’t do that,” Bay replies evenly. “You see…Sinatra and I have this thing .”
My ex scoffs dismissively. “What thing ? He can’t stand you.”
“That’s not what he said when he was fucking me on his bike the other day.”
Vivian ceases all movement mid-fuck, and I can feel the rage that just hit her from Bay’s words.
A gun goes off in an almost deafening bang, making me jolt. I see Bay flinch, and then look behind her, drawing my eyes to the bullet hole in the drywall that just missed her damn head.
Then Bay rounds back to Viv and sends a death-defying glare in her direction. “You missed.”
I know my ex.
I know a fucking challenge from Bay when I hear one, too.
With my thighs and all the strength I can muster in one go, I spring Vivian off me, and she promptly lands on her ass on the hardwood floor.
Bay immediately makes her move, rushing her without a second thought, but Viv already has the gun up, and she shoots again, forcing Bay to bow over in an attempt to miss the blow.
My heart stops as another surge of energy runs rampant through my body, and I try to pull at my wrists to be released from the handcuffs.
Bay’s on her feet in the next second, slamming her fist in Vivian’s face and sending my ex flat on her back.
The gun goes off again, this time eliciting a curse from Bay’s lips, and a freakout is an understatement.
No one fucking curses if they’re not hit.
No one backs the fuck off, too.
Bay stumbles backward a few times, glancing down to her right, and I do the same before another shot rings out, freezing my breathing.
I watch the Queen of South Shore remain perfectly still and silent because that’s what she is. It doesn’t matter that she gave it to Torin; none of The Nameless are going to listen to him first before her.
I wait for the aftermath and resolution of that shot to give me what I’m in for.
Her dying.
Her bleeding out.
Us losing her for real this time, all because I never did what my brothers said to do.
Get rid of her.
Bay blows out a steady exhale through her lips, and the room goes perfectly still.
I’m confused again.
I think I’m too high.
“Took you long enough,” I hear Bay mutter, prompting my eyebrows to clench in even more confusion of what the fuck she’s even talking about.
“Had a few men to murder first, Astor,” is the male response she receives in the next millisecond, rallying my head toward it and to whomever the hell is talking.
I’m too fucked up for this.
I have to be.
Because standing in the fucking doorway of Bay Astor’s old house is Levi Wallace.
Alive.
Well.
Talking.
As in, he’s actually fucking here right now.
I gape at the motherfucker because I buried him. I watched Bay spiral and break.
She murdered that blonde chick over it.
She tried to run over De Leon for killing this prick.
So, again…color me fucking stupid.
Levi Wallace can not be in the same damn room with me, breathing the same air as me, and speaking like he was never dead in the first fucking place.
“Nice shot,” Bay emits gently. “Now, how the hell are we gonna get past that?”
I mindlessly glance back over at her but find Bay staring down at the floor.
Following, I locate Vivian with a bullet hole in her forehead.
She’s dead.
“What the fuck is happening?” I sneer through clenched teeth, appraising Bay to give me the damn answer.
“Saving you from having a kid,” Wallace’s voice responds for her, demanding my brain to take him in again to confirm this is real. He fucking smiles at me like the chump bitch he is. “You’re welcome.”