Chapter 3
Maximus “Stone” Wright
I woke up at five in the morning like I always did. My internal clock didn’t give a fuck about how late I stayed up or what I was doing. At five a.m., my eyes opened.
The crash pad was quiet except for the sound of Indie breathing next to me. She was passed out cold, naked, the sheet barely covering her lower half. Her curly hair was spread across the pillow, her face relaxed in sleep, those full lips slightly parted.
I turned on my side and just watched her.
This wasn’t something I did. I didn’t watch women sleep. I didn’t bring them to my crash pad. I fucked them at hotels, paid for the room, and left before they woke up. That was the routine. That was how shit worked.
But here I was, staring at Indigo Thompson like she was something I needed to study.
My original plan had been simple: kill her and her naive-ass little brother.
The little nigga didn’t take the hint when my men refused to put him on, and I wasn’t the type to give a second chance.
I was supposed to kill them, dump the bodies, and move on with my life.
That’s what you did when people violated.
That’s what you did when they pulled guns on your soldiers and disrespected your territory.
But then she licked my thumb.
And offered me her pussy.
That shit intrigued me. Not because I couldn’t get pussy.
I had more than enough of that in my thirty years.
Women threw themselves at me constantly.
But Indie? She had a mouth on her. The kind of smart-ass, disrespectful mouth that usually made me put a bullet in someone’s head without a second thought.
Something about her made me willing to tolerate that shit. Maybe it was the fearlessness in her eyes. Maybe it was the way she looked at me like she wasn’t scared, even when she should’ve been terrified.
Or maybe it was just that her pussy was elite.
Top tier didn’t even cover it. I’d fucked her four, maybe five, times through the night until she literally passed out from exhaustion. And even now, looking at her naked body, my dick was already hard as fuck.
I reached down and adjusted myself, trying to ease the pressure. It didn’t help.
I still wasn’t sure why I’d brought her here instead of a hotel. This was my spot. It was the place I crashed when I didn’t feel like making the drive out to my estate a couple hours away from LA. Nobody came here. Not my soldiers, not the women I fucked, nobody.
But I’d brought Indie here without even thinking about it.
It is what it is, I told myself. Wasn’t no point in overthinking shit now.
The sheet had slipped down further, exposing her breasts. They were perfect. Large and full, dark nipples that I’d had in my mouth for hours last night. Her skin was smooth, that light brown tone that seemed to glow even in the dim morning light coming through the curtains.
Yeah, I was gon’ fuck her again before I left.
I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the box I kept there. I ripped it open with my teeth and rolled it on, my dick throbbing with anticipation.
Then I grabbed the sheet and pulled it all the way off her, exposing her completely.
Indie stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. She just shifted, her legs falling open a little, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
I reached between her legs and discovered she was still wet. It didn’t make no damn sense how wet her pussy stayed. Even after all the fucking we’d done, she was slick and ready.
I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her walls clench around them. She let out a soft moan in her sleep, her hips shifting toward my hand.
I pulled my fingers out and positioned myself between her legs, spreading them wider. Then I grabbed my dick and started rubbing the head through her wetness, teasing her.
That’s when her eyes flew open.
For a second, she looked confused, maybe even scared. But then her gaze focused on me, on what I was doing, and that fear turned into something else.
Lust.
Her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened, and she bit down on that juicy ass bottom lip.
“Wake up,” I said, my voice rough.
She didn’t say anything. Just stared at me with those brown eyes, waiting.
I kept rubbing my dick against her pussy, coating myself in her wetness, watching her face. Her hands moved to my shoulders, gripping them, her nails digging into my skin.
Then I pushed inside her in one hard stroke.
“Fuck!” Her back arched off the bed, her nails digging deeper into my shoulders.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I started hitting her with deep, fast strokes, making the headboard bang against the wall with each thrust. My hand gripped her hip, holding her in place while I fucked her.
She was moaning loud as hell, her head thrown back, her body moving with mine. I slid my other hand between us and found her clit, rubbing it in circles while I kept pounding into her.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she was chanting, her voice getting higher with each word.
I felt her pussy start to tighten around my dick, squeezing me like a vice grip. She was about to come.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Come on my dick.”
Her whole body tensed, and then she was coming, screaming my name, her nails raking down my back hard enough to draw blood.
I moved my hand from her clit to her throat, wrapping my fingers around it and applying just enough pressure. Her eyes went wide, her pupils dilating even more, and I could see she was loving that shit.
That’s when my burner started ringing.
I blew hot air through my nose, already irritated. Nobody called that phone unless it was urgent. They would text. A call meant some serious shit was going down.
I kept fucking Indie, reaching over to grab the phone off the nightstand. She was looking at me like I was crazy for answering it.
“Yeah?” I answered, my voice clipped.
“Stone, we got a problem.” It was Kenzo, and I could hear the tension in his voice.
“Talk.”
“Somebody tried to rob the shipment. Our niggas handled it. The product safe, but something ain’t right.”
My grip tightened on the phone, and I started fucking Indie harder, chasing my nut because I needed to get the fuck out of here ASAP.
“Where you at?” I asked.
“The warehouse.”
“I’ll be there in an hour.”
I ended the call and tossed the phone on the mattress. Then I grabbed Indie’s hips and yanked her up, angling her pussy so I could get even deeper. I stroked her hard and fast, feeling my orgasm building.
Indie was moaning like a broken record, the same sound over and over, her hands gripping the sheets.
Finally, I came, my whole body tensing as I emptied myself into the condom. I pulled out immediately and stood up, disposing of the condom in the trash by the bed.
I grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed in jeans, a t-shirt, and some Jordans. Indie was watching me from the bed, her chest still heaving, her body covered in sweat.
I pulled out my burner and shot off a quick text to one of my soldiers, telling him to post up outside the crash pad.
Just in case Indie somehow made it out of the house without my knowledge, which she wouldn’t.
The place was fully secured. I had locks on all the doors and windows, alarm system, cameras. She wasn’t going nowhere.
“Where you going?” Indie asked, her voice still breathless.
“Handle some business.”
“What kind of business?”
I looked at her like she was stupid for even asking that question. Did she really think I was about to tell her my business?
“I’ll be back,” I said, tucking my phone in my pocket. “Don’t try to leave. You won’t make it far.”
Her face screwed up. “So you’re keeping me hostage?”
I walked over to the bed and leaned down until we were nose to nose. “You the one who offered yourself up. You shouldn’t have done that if you wasn’t ready to follow through.”
“Get the fuck out of my face,” she said, her voice hard.
I wanted to slap fire out her ass for disrespecting me like that. My hand actually twitched with the urge. But I held back. I didn’t make it a habit to put my hands on women. And I didn’t have time for this bullshit right now. I had to go handle this situation with the shipment.
I’d deal with her ass later.
I straightened up and walked out of the room without another word.
***
An hour later, I pulled up to the warehouse. Kenzo was already there, standing outside with a few of our soldiers. I saw Wes, the nigga Indie had hit with her gun, standing off to the side with a bandage on his head.
I got out of my SUV and walked over to them. “Talk to me.”
Kenzo stepped forward. “Like I said on the phone, some niggas tried to hit up the shipment. We was ready for it though. Killed all three of them and got the product to the safe house.”
“Good.” I looked at the soldiers standing around. “Y’all did good protecting that shipment. But we got a bigger problem now.”
They all looked at me, waiting.
“Somebody gave those niggas the drop. Had to be somebody on the inside. Somebody who knew the route, the timing, all of it.”
The tension in the air got thick. Nobody wanted to believe there was a traitor in the crew, but the math was simple. Them niggas didn’t just get lucky. They had inside information.
“We need to find out who the fuck is running they mouth,” I said, my voice cold. “I want every nigga who knew about that shipment questioned. I want to know who been acting different, who been talking to people they shouldn’t be talking to. Ya’ll got it?”
They all nodded.
“Get on it. Now.”
The soldiers dispersed, leaving just me and Kenzo standing there.
“You got any ideas?” Zo asked once we were alone.
“Wes,” I said immediately.
Kenzo’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “Why you say that?”
“I was watching him while was talking. Something about his energy was off. The way he was standing, the way he wouldn’t make eye contact. That nigga know something.”
“Could just be nervous because of what happened with ole girl and her brother.”
“Nah. It’s more than that.”
Kenzo shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, man. That nigga Wes always been weird, but he been a solid soldier for a minute. We gotta be sure before we make that move. I’ll keep an eye on him.”
“Aight. Do that.”
“Got you.” There was a pause, and then Zo said, “Aye, my nigga, what exactly is you planning with this bitch?”
I looked at him. “What you mean?”
“Fuck you mean what I mean? You let the lil’ nigga go. You took her. And you keeping her? That ain’t how we do shit.”
“I’m just fucking her,” I said, my voice flat. “When I’m done, I’ll get rid of her.”
Kenzo didn’t look convinced. He knew me too well. We’d been best friends since elementary school, started in the streets together when we were twelve. He could read me better than anyone.
But I didn’t answer to nobody. Not even Zo.
“Just handle the Wes situation,” I said. “I’ll handle my own business.”
Kenzo stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. “Aight, boss.”
I didn’t bother with a response to his bullshit. I got back in my SUV and sat there for a minute, my hands on the steering wheel.
The truth was, I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing with Indie. I should’ve killed her. Should’ve handled her and her brother at the warehouse.
But I didn’t.
And now she was at my crash pad, probably plotting how to escape or kill me in my sleep.
The thought made me smile.
She could try. But she wouldn’t succeed.
I started the engine and pulled out of the warehouse lot, my mind already back on Indie and what I was gonna do to her when I got back.