Chapter 7 #3
Pulling her down into my lap, I tongued her down hungrily, and we ripped at each other’s clothes until we were in nothing but our underwear.
Parting her legs, I kissed her thighs, behind her knees, and up to her stomach, circling her belly button with my tongue before I lowered myself to her warm, pink oyster dripping in her center.
Tearing her out of her panties, I went into attack mode, slurping and sucking and nibbling down on her swollen clit until she released like a waterfall.
“Mmm, damn.” I licked my lips when I brought myself up, hovering between her legs and staring down into her shaken features.
Kneeling over, I brought my soldier to her opening and dipped inside. She was tight as fuck. It had been months since I’d had my dick wet, and I was reminded of how we got the twins to begin with as I watched her nectar coat my shit with each stroke.
“Free!” she screamed, pussy locking around my dick as I plunged further inside her.
“Bust that shit open, ma,” I grunted.
My hands fell on her waist, and I picked up the pace until I was hammering into her with a merciless stroke.
Harbor’s eyes closed and her sex faces only made me grind into her harder.
Her thrusts bet mine, and soon she couldn’t even talk, her mouth simply hung open in bliss before she released on my dick.
Her legs locked against my waist and trembled.
Dumping my seeds inside her, I stroked her sopping walls until my mans was limp biscuit around this bitch.
When I collapsed beside her, a nigga felt like he’d done a full cardio set.
“I get why you think you need to go.” I sat up beside her and searched her face.
Sweat glinted off her body and it was sexy as fuck. Nibbling her bottom lip, she turned her head with misting eyes.
“You do?” she queried, a little disbelief lingering in her words.
“I keep forgetting that you are as young as you are. We dove into this shit headfirst with no regard and no remorse. Then you got pregnant, and I turned your life upside down. Now this story has broke about everything, and it’s been a lot for you to deal with.
Maybe we both have some shit we need to figure out.
” Lowering my head, my brows squeezed together, and I felt the heaviness in my stomach.
It was guilt fucking with me. All this shit with the turn of events felt like my fault.
I was going with what she wanted because this shit was a slow killer for me.
This place would go back to being a massive house rather than a home without her here to fill it.
But the way I brought her here always lingered in the back of my mind.
Shit wasn’t right, and she deserved to go out there and figure her life out for herself.
Compared to her, I was an old head with a lot more experience with this shit.
“Yeah, maybe,” she muttered, sitting up beside me.
I couldn’t tell where her head was at. She almost seemed mad, and a nigga grew more confused as I eased into a seated position beside her. She went to grab her things off the floor and slip into them.
“I’ll let you know when I have a date to leave. I guess I have a lot to get in order.”
“Congratulations.” I locked eyes with her, and she paused near the door. “I knew from the first time I saw you dance that it was something that you loved. You deserve to be happy and to live your life.” Snatching up my pants, I quickly got dressed.
“Thank you.” Harbor rushed out of the room with her head down, leaving me confused as fuck staring after her.
I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up before heading back downstairs. The whole time, I couldn’t get her or my seeds out of my mind. My phone pinged in my pocket, and I went to retrieve it as I was coming down the steps.
“Yeah, Aaron, what’s up?” I greeted my private investigator.
“I got a lead on who leaked that story,” Aaron divulged. “I reached out to the reporter and managed to get into his computer. I found some notes from the story he wrote. The source was one Karmine Roth,” Aaron disclosed, and my blood turned into ice in my veins.
“You sure about that?” I questioned, pausing before I could enter the kitchen.
“Yeah, positive,” he assured me.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll send your other half of the payment now.” I ended the call, shoving the phone back into my pocket. While stepping inside, Kara and I nearly ran one another over.
“Free, what’s going on? Where is Slice, and where is Mistro?”
“Kara, I ain’t got time for this shit right now. Just know we handling it, and this mothafucka won’t hurt anyone else. Do me a favor though?”
“What’s that?” she asked, a deep frown creasing her forehead while narrowing her eyes at me.
“Call Karmine, find out where he is. Don’t tell him I’m asking about him. Just check in,” I advised, and skepticism filled her face.
I could hear the music and the laughter outside while the children played and their parents enjoyed free food and drinks to fill them to their heart’s desire.
My mind was on murderous things. I kissed my sister’s forehead and stepped past her, focused.
I felt her burning a laser hole into my back as I ducked into the pantry and then beyond into the hidden door.
Iridescent lights filled the halls as I took even steps to my destination.
Ledge stood near a workman’s table with an arsenal of knives spread out before him.
Slice hung back with his arms crossed in front of him, menacing daggers stabbing Mistro from afar.
In the center of the room he was zip tied to a chair.
He didn’t seem bothered or alarmed, posted with his chin up.
“You think I came here without the idea that you might try something?” he queried smugly. “I got people out there too. If I don’t come out of here alive, they will be coming in here.”
“I’m not really concerned with that.” I grabbed a nearby chair and set it on the ground in front of him.
Lowering myself down into it, we sat face-to-face, eye to eye. Mistro had to be high with the way that he couldn’t stop smiling.
“What I want to know is what is your plan? What did you come here expecting from all this?” I asked, raising my hands to emphasize my point.
“Arrow is dead. If you wanted to resolve that, you should have just came to me like a fucking man. Then again, taking into account who you were actually raised by, it makes all the sense in the world why you behaved like a coward instead. You would think that you would be a little smarter than that though.” I remained calm, easing myself back into my chair while keeping a fixed stare on his face “You would know for sure that since you crept onto my radar, I’ve been keeping a close eye on you.
Regency Inn, suite 315. You go to the gym daily, order the same thing for breakfast every morning.
Even got word of you fucking one of the maids while wifey was away.
” I listed off, watching the smugness dissolve off his face as my words sank in.
“See, I knew that Ivy told Ivana about the party, and something told me that a bold mothafucka like you would come here trying to show yo’ ass.
I banked on that shit. So your little crew of soldiers out there, yeah, they’ve been handled.
Ain’t nobody coming for you. I killed my own fucking father and yours.
So what makes you think I give one fuck about snubbing yo’ ass out?
” I went into my waistband and dug my pistol out to emphasize my point.
His eyes followed the gun in my hands, officially shook.
“I see I have your attention.” I simpered while Ledge came up behind me and held a silencer out.
Grabbing the tool, I screwed it on my weapon, eyes still aimed at Mistro. “Now, this is only going one way, so you got any last words?”
When he opened his mouth to speak, I squeezed one off into his chest. My patience was shot, and now I had an enemy even closer to home to deal with, so that is where my mind was now.
The shit with Harbor also had me fucked up and in murder mode too.
I couldn’t resolve that, so I was putting all my energy into this.
I brought myself to my feet after watching him take his last breath.
“Get this shit cleaned up and ready to dump,” I ordered, marching back over to the doorway from where I came.
When I emerged from the pantry, Harbor was back in the kitchen with Chevy at the counter.
With their heads together, they spoke low, and when she saw me, she stalled.
Kara pulled something from the fridge when she spotted me.
Setting the veggie tray on the counter, she approached me as I moved closer to her.
I didn’t want to deal with anything outside of the current task.
“Hey. Karmine says he’s actually in town. He’s staying at the rental property over in the Palms. Did you know that he was here?” she asked, a grimace wrinkling her face.
“Nah, but I had a feeling,” I answered, distracted.
“Free, what’s going on?” she asked, worry etched across her bright, beige face.
“I’m not about to talk about this with you right now, Kara. I’m trying to handle a plateful of shit at the same time, and you and your twenty fucking questions is slowing me down. Is Karmine at the house now?”
“Yes, he is. I deserve to know what this is about. I am family.”
“And it’s best if you don’t know anything. I gotta go.” I shoved her away and tore out of the room without a word to anybody else.
I could still feel Harbor’s energy though, so I knew that she, too, was concerned after I ripped past her like a gust of wind.
A warpath had been paved, and it led straight to my brother.
I checked my clip to my gun as I headed to the door.
I was locked and loaded. He wasn’t going to know what fucking hit him.