Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
L ion
“Why am I here?” Giovanni says as soon as he is settled in the chair.
“We’re here because we have a problem, a few problems.”
“Is that a fact,” he says, leaning back in the chair and adjusting his gun as if that intimidates me.
“Listen, you may run shit in the DMV area, but you don’t run shit or intimidate no one around here. You come in the Quarter and try to get a foothold in one of the businesses without getting clearance, without coming to find out whose territory you were in. Secondly, you are trying to kill my ol’ lady, and for those things alone, you should be gator bait,” I tell him, pulling out both my Desert Eagles and placing them on the table, letting him know mine is bigger than his.
“I am not sure you know who I am,” he says.
“I know exactly who you are. I know you run the DMV, Delaware, and part of New Jersey, and you are trying to move further south. But what I am telling you is you will not take hold here, so you can skip past Nola. I suggest you skip Louisiana as a whole cause the Sinners ain’t who you want to fuck with. Now, let's talk about Veronique. She’s off limits, but I am willing to pay the debt her fuck ass husband owes, but in turn, you leave her alone, and you remove any protection you have for him.”
“And the casino?”
“Belongs to her,”
“And what do I get out of this?”
“You get to breathe,” I tell him, leaning on my elbows resting on my knees. “I know you think you are big, but I am here to tell you the Sinners are bigger. We are here, Vegas, and Oakland just to name a few. We cover the West Coast to the East Coast. You’ll have Sinners after you from every corner until you’re dead. This is the only offer you’re going to get, so I suggest you give me a number we can agree on and consider this a loss. And I know you aren’t used to not being the big fish, but I suggest you move past it.” His face turns several shades of red. Luckily it is just him and I in the room, so none of his men can witness this interaction.
I know image means a lot, especially in this life, but like my guns on the table versus his on his side, the Sinners are bigger, and he knows that. His men are waiting outside, along with my men, to see how this is going to end.
“You gave me the impression when you requested this meeting that it would be a negotiation, but in reality, it was more of a warning and an invitation to get the fuck out,”
“And don’t come back,” I interrupt.
“Mmm, I see. I may not mind going to war with the Sinners. After all, I have the means and the money,”
“But do you have the men? How many are going to work for you when anyone who works for you ends up dead? I want you to understand that I won’t just kill your worker bees. I will kill your family, your allies, hell, I would kill your fucking dog, cat, rat or bat. I will literally set this fucking planet on fire and burn up with it if it means taking you with me.”
“This shit isn’t worth it,” he finally says, realizing he has no chance of winning this. “Fifty million.”
“Be so fucking for real,” I reply as he takes a deep breath.
“Forty million,”
“How about ten million, and before you balk at it, let me explain to you I know how much the casino is worth, how much it brings in, and I pretty much know how much that bitch owes you, and this is double that.”
“Fifteen million,”
“Done. What is the account number?” I ask, and he provides the numbers. “You’ll get half now and the other half after your ass and your men are out of New Orleans, and my Franklin problem is eliminated.” If looks could kill, I would be dead, but he knows he can’t win this one. Part of being a good leader is knowing when to cut your losses, but he doesn’t like it. Like I give a fuck.
“I’ll be out of here as soon as I can get all of my men together.”
“For all the ones who have been continuously enjoying the brothel, tell them to tip…generously.”
“Whatever. Also, he has his own men with him so he still won’t be here alone,”
“Oh, as much as I want you the fuck out of here, I need you to stay for appearance's sake,”
“As long as you hurry this shit the fuck up, I’m ready to get the fuck out of this godforsaken city,”
“Trust me, it won’t take long.
“So, how did things go?” Bones asks once Giovanni and I come out of our meeting.
“As good as it could have. Now, I have to go back to Ronnie and plan this trap for Franklin. Giovanni warned me that he has his own guys, so we need to be on alert for that. Also, let’s make sure the girls are not in harm's way when all of this goes down,”
“Got it.”
“Are you not needed at work,” I question because, for the past couple of days, he has been out at the house with Ronnie and me. He has his own house a few miles down the street, so thankfully, he takes his cockblocking ass home at night. He and Ronnie get along way too good, cracking jokes, pulling pranks, and hanging outside with Jazz and Blues, who have thoroughly abandoned me for her.
“I took some time off to make sure things are handled,” I want to talk shit to him, but I don’t. He never takes time off, so what can I say?
“Gotcha. Alright, I am heading home to see Ronnie, then we’ll plan the Franklin situation out, and I’ll let you know what needs to happen,”
“I’ll be waiting. Is he gonna be a problem?”
“I can see that happening, but we’ll keep an eye on him, and if there appears to be any movement, we’ll eliminate him, too.”
“Normally, I would say I hope she is worth it, but in this instance, I know she is. I’ll be by later today or tomorrow morning. I’ll text before I come.”
“Please do,” I say, grinning. We head outside to our bikes and head home, riding together until we turn in separate directions, going to our respective homes.
Ronnie
This might be over in a matter of hours! Two years of running, two years of hiding, two years of not being able to move freely, and Lion has fixed it in a matter of weeks.
No matter where you are in the world, no matter what shit you may get into, find Jacob or his sons. They will ALWAYS help you! Promise me!
I promise.
And he was right, but what he didn’t tell me was that I was going to fall in love with Judah and Lion, two sides of the same coin. One is a calm, sweet, generous man and lover, and the other is exactly what his name says. He is a beast, a killer, and I’ll be damned if both of them don’t turn me on. I can hear the shower as I sit here on the bed. I am supposed to be getting dressed, but I am lost in thought.
“Rebel, why aren’t you dressed?” he asks, and I don’t attempt to hide the smile that breaks out across my face at the use of the nickname he gave me. My ol’ lady needs her own name; he told me as we lay tangled together when he came home from his meeting with Giovanni. I remember feeling conflicted, I mean, I am still married, and my marriage was full of shit with a homicidal husband. I came here to find him, to get the hell away from Franklin, and to let him and his brother know what happened to their father, not to fall in love.
“ Don’t act like you don’t know that I love you, that I am in love with you. Do you love me? Can you see yourself in New Orleans with me? Or do you want to go back to your old life in Washington DC?”
Lion..”
“You call me Judah,”
“I’m still married.”
“Actually, you’re widowed.”
“Juddaaahhhhh!” I whine. Real talk, I am terrified. I have never been alone I have gone from graduating to being a wife. Being on the run was the first time I was ever able to make my own decisions, so the things that I wanted to do without having to concern myself with how anyone else would feel.
“I own a brothel,”
“And?”
“I’m not giving it up.”
“Who asked you to?” I lay there looking at him, blinking trying to figure out what I want to say to him. “I know you’re afraid. Hell, so am I. I wasn’t looking for this. I never thought I’d find it or wanted it, but it’s here, you’re here. I am not looking to change you, bend you, or control you. I just want to do this thing called life with you. Rebel is the perfect name for you, because that is exactly what you are, a rebel and I love every defiant bone in your body. Now, tell me you don’t love me.”
“I…uh,”
“Don’t lie, baby. Admitting that you love me isn’t a trap, Ronnie, although I will never let you go no matter if you tell me you love me or not.”
I giggle at that, “Yes, Judah the Lion, I love you. I am helplessly in love with you.”
“That’s what I am talking about!”
I will never forget that talk, ever, because that is how I became Rebel —Lion’s ol’ lady.
“I was thinking that’s all,” No way I am going to tell him I am reliving the night he made me his, all he’d do is rub it in my face I’d be hearing for the rest of the day. “I’m getting dressed now,” I say, popping up from the bed and heading to the closet. “Aarrgghhh!” I scream when he grabs me, throws me on the bed, and hovers over me all in a matter of seconds.
“We have time,” he says, lifting off of me enough to untie the towel, peeling the sides back and exposing me to his ravenous gaze.
“Ooohhh,” I moan when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, making my back arch off the bed. He tucks my leg up under his arm, settling between my thighs, opening me up to him as he switches nipples. I hold his head right where I need him until I feel him bite my nipple, making me release him. “Ooww,” I scowl, but once again, he moves so fast I can’t stop him, and I find my face near the edge of the bed.
“I got something better for you to do with your mouth,” he tells me, feeding me his dick and I happily take it all in. He caresses my face feeling his dick in my mouth as he fucks my throat. “Suck my dick, Rebel, take all of me!” he tells me, the head of his dick bumping the back of my mouth, demanding entrance to my throat. “Swallow,” he demands when the head nudges my throat, and I gag. “I love to hear you gag on my dick, to watch you drool all over my dick and balls as you struggle to let me use your throat.” He isn’t playing fair, and he knows it. My eyes flutter closed at his words. I love dirty talk, a kink I didn’t know I had until him but now that he has unlocked it I can’t live without it. “Open your eyes, so you can see how fucking turned on I am watching your throat being used like a pussy. Are you gonna swallow my cum, or would you prefer it dripping into your panties, keeping you warm as we trap your bitch ass, dead husband?” He slides in deeper. “But today is special. Today, you get to bury your husband. I think you can handle swallowing and dripping.” He is full-on sliding in and out of my throat, holding my head on his dick, my nose mashed into his abdomen until I gag, begging him to let me breathe. Not once am I scared, not worried at all, secure that he will never hurt me. “So fucking sexy,” he tells me, slapping my face with his heavy dick. My face is wet, eyes overflowing with tears, but they locked on his. “On your knees.” I scramble off of the bed, going to my knees, “Open,” he demands, lifting his dick up. “Suck.” I take his balls in my mouth, one then the other. He is clean-shaven and smooth, and I enjoy this, enjoy this woman he has woken up in my life. He is busy jacking off while I enjoy myself, making his knees weak. Grabbing a handful of my braids he pulls me off. “Sneaky, you almost made me cum before I was ready.” He taps my pouting lips with his dick until I open them but he only gives me the head. Wrapping my hand around his dick and covering it with his, we jack him off until he begins twitching in my mouth. “I am going to fucking cum! Swallow! Every! Fucking! Drop! He yells as rope after rope of sweet, salty cum fills my mouth, making me moan. He stumbles back a step looking down at me as I open my mouth showing him his cum, before swallowing, smirking as his eyes darken.
“Now that you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn,” I tell him, getting to my feet. I place a foot on the bed. “It’s your turn to get on your knees,” he drops without hesitation. “Eat,” and he practically dived in, knocking me on the bed. He sucks in one lip, then the other, “Fuck me with that talented tongue.” His head drops. “Uh uh uh, eyes on me,” he makes a show of stiffening his tongue, sliding it inside of me, making me want to collapse on the bed, but I stand my ground. It isn’t often that he lets me have control, so I cherish it when he does. He grabs my ass, and I know my control is slipping through my fingers. Holding my ass, he guides me, making me ride his tongue, “Oh my god!” I yell, feeling the orgasm barreling down. Next thing I know, I am up in his arms, then down on my back on the bed with two fingers inside me as he sucks on my clit. “It’s cute that you think you control anything. Turn over,” he says, making me pout, but I hurry to comply. “Ass up, face down, Rebel. Arch that back,” he tells me, slapping both ass cheeks. Holding each ass cheek apart, licking me from my opening to the top of my ass, before he fucks my ass with the same tongue he just fucked my pussy with, and even though I know I am going to be punished, I collapse face first on the bed, it’s going to be a long night.