Chapter 24
I sat at the head of the table, sipping my wine as I stared at the men around me in disgust. They were fucking useless. All of them, including Blane’s big ass, made me sick.
“I’m trying to figure out why y’all have been around here bullshitting instead of doing what you’ve been paid to do. Shipments haven’t been picked up. Bodies are rotting, and I’m losing money because, what the fuck can I do with a dead organ!” I threw my glass across the room, causing it to shatter against a wall. “What the fuck is wrong with y’all?”
They all looked away from me and kept quiet. Blane sat at the other end of the table, shaking his head.
“Am I not speaking?” I asked, standing to my feet. “Y’all don’t hear me talking to you? I see I’m gonna have to show my ass to get some fucking respect around here.”
I pulled out my gun and put a bullet in the heads of the niggas to my right and my left.
“Y’all hear me now?” I asked, as their bodies slumped to the floor.
Blane laughed. “Are you done throwing your temper tantrum?”
I pointed my gun at him. “Do you want to be next? There is nothing holding me back from shooting you too.”
He sat back in his chair and exhaled deeply. “Give us the room.”
The men stood and started to leave until I spoke up.
“Don’t just leave them here,” I snapped, pointing at the bodies. “Take them out of here.”
They doubled back to grab the bodies of their counterparts. I strolled into the kitchen to grab myself another glass of wine. My nerves were shot, and I wanted nothing more than to finish what I started and get the fuck out of this place. As I sipped my wine, I stared out the kitchen window at the bushy land behind the house. I heard Blane’s heavy footsteps come up behind me.
His arms snaked around my waist as he pressed himself against my back.
“You gotta chill.”
“Fuck you,” I said, elbowing him. “You and the rest of those niggas are costing me money. I have clients waiting, and I can’t deliver because of that fucking Maceo.”
“You should have taken him out when you had the chance. All you had to do was shoot when they opened the back of the van. That was the whole purpose of you being there in the first place. Don’t put this shit on us when you fucked up your own mission.”
I spun around, glaring at him. “I was outnumbered, and I played it safe until I had a better opportunity. That girlfriend of his fucked up my plan B. Had he been single, it would have been easy to get close enough to find out more about him before I killed him. Other than most of his team being dead, we’re no closer than we were when we started.”
“And that’s my fault? Your daddy was the one with the underground connections.”
“Yet he went behind my back and entrusted you with his business. Now look at him… fucking dead.”
I almost teared up as the words left my mouth. Learning of my father and my brother’s demise had me ready to go on a rampage. Quame Parker was a lot of things. Ruthless. A tyrant. The Devil reincarnated. But he was my father. Quinton was my brother. While Quinton’s weak stomach having ass was the brains, I was the muscle.
My mother handed me over to my father when she saw firsthand how dark I could get. She already thought I was out of control with all the fighting I was doing at school and in the neighborhood. I wasn’t doing that slap boxing shit with these bitches.
I was hitting them until I saw blood. Not just a little blood, either. They had to be leaking before I felt like I’d done enough. It wasn’t until I was thirteen and I sliced up a bitch for playing in my face did she turn me over to my father. She claimed she was afraid to have me in the house.
Living with my father turned me into a savage. I did and saw things no thirteen-year-old should. He saw my thirst for blood, and he nurtured it. Because of him, I caught my first body at fourteen. I’d been moving underground since I was fifteen years old. The number of people I’d brought my father over the years was well into the triple digits. In fact, it was me that told him about black market organ selling.
He’d make more money selling the parts than people as a whole. Hell, there were even people willing to pay just to experience cutting someone open for the first time. The fact that he handed his shit over to Blane and not me would forever piss me off.
I’d gone to see my father a week before his death. When I walked into the prison’s visitation room, he was sitting there as rigid as he always was any time I saw him. I sat down, and he didn’t crack a smile.
“Hey, Daddy.”
“Blane tells me there’s a problem, and there’s been a problem for a long time.”
“Of course he would snitch like the bitch he is.”
“What I’m trying to figure out is why I had to hear it from him and not you, Quinn.”
I rolled my eyes as he called me by my real name. Quinton had come up with the persona a few years back. It was my alias in case I ever got caught up. He created a whole life for Charity Lynn. Anytime someone looked me up, they would find exactly what he’d implanted online.
“I’m handling it,” I said.
“Not fast enough. This has carried on too damn long. You mean to tell me for almost a year now, you’ve been letting my product get snatched up? You’re wasting my time and money. Dead that shit and get back to business.”
I leaned in closer to him. “You put Blane in charge, remember? This is on him and you. I didn’t bring in an outsider, you did. Imagine training me to take over, then snatching that shit from me. I wouldn’t even be mad if it was Quinton in charge, but you brought in this nigga. You didn’t trust me to keep shit pushing after you got caught up, and look what happened, old man.”
“You know why I didn’t hand it over to you, Quinn? You’re skilled, but you’re a woman, and this is a man’s game.”
I looked at him in disbelief. “Did you really just say that to me?”
He shrugged. “It is what it is.”
A grin spread across my face as I stood to my feet and leaned in until our noses touched.
“I’m gonna handle this little problem, and once I do, I’m making some major changes. I don’t care who you put in charge. This shit is mine, and I’m taking it back. Ain’t shit you can do about that from here.”
He rose to his feet and towered over me. “We’ll see about that, dear daughter.”
Without another word, he left the table.
That was the last time I’d seen or spoken to him. A week later, I got a call that he was dead. Apparently, he’d been drugged, and his throat had been cut in his sleep. Quame Parker was a feared man, even behind bars. He didn’t trust too many people, and for him to be drugged meant he took something from someone he trusted.
Quinton was killed by a single bullet to the back of his head as he was walking down the street. I couldn’t prove that Maceo had something to do with it. He had to have figured me out somehow. I had no evidence of that, but I felt it in my spirit that he or somebody close to him was behind that shit. It was too much of a coincidence.
That was why I had his wedding shot up. I’d been tracking him since the day he showed up at the cleaning company. While he was inside talking to Kelly, I’d placed a tracker on the underside of his car, so I knew where he was at all times. Since I couldn’t get close enough to seduce him before I killed him, I’d just play with him a little. All I needed was one thing to smoke him out to make him come to me, and now I knew exactly what that was.
“You don’t hear me talking to you?” Blane said, mushing my head.
I looked up at him with a stoic expression. I was beyond sick of him thinking he could run me. Quame was dead, and there was nobody to enforce his rules any longer.
“You need a blunt or something to even you out? I don’t need you spacing out. Now ain’t the time for that shit.”
“ You want to even me out?” I asked, stepping back from him.
Just like any man, Blane thought with his dick at the most inopportune times. I knew he wanted to fuck me by the way he always undressed me with his eyes. He was doing it now. It wouldn’t be the first time I used him to relieve some pent-up frustration.
I leaned against the counter and began unbuttoning my silk blouse. He licked his lips as my lacy black bra made an appearance. Unhooking the front clasp, I freed my breasts and beckoned him to me. Like a moth to a flame, his mouth immediately went to my nipples. Greedily, he suckled them.
“Mmmm…” I moaned as I palmed the back of his head. My pussy got wet just from thoughts of the way I was about to fuck him up.
I allowed him to suck on my nipples for a minute or so before I pushed his head away. Grabbing him by his shirt, I roughly pushed him up against the kitchen counter.
“That’s what we doing?” he asked as I slipped a hand into his pants.
“We’re doing whatever I want. And right now, I want to feel this big dick down my throat. Can I suck it?”
“Hell yeah.”
I was smooth with the way I undid his pants. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I guided them and his boxers down, making his dick spring forward. I had to admit, he had an impressive size.
“Oooo…” I moaned, stroking it as I dropped into a squat. “Well, hello.” I kissed the head before peering up at him. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Before he could blink, I’d deep throated his entire dick.
“Oh… shit…”
He reached out for something to hold on to because I went straight for the jugular. I’d been told on a number of occasions that the sight of my pretty, plump lips wrapped around a dick put men in a trance. My gaze locked in on his, and I silently dared him to look away.
I moaned every time the tip of his dick grazed my lips. When I pulled it out, a string of saliva clung from my bottom lip to the head of his manhood. He wore a look of pure elation as my skilled tongue massaged his shaft. When I started jacking his dick as I sucked his balls into my mouth, he moaned like a bitch.
“Shit, Quinn…”
After teasing him for a minute or so, I popped them out of my mouth and sucked his dick from the tip to the base, coating him with the wetness of my mouth. Up and down, my head bobbed, taking in every inch of him. When I added that jack and suck combo, his hand flew to my head.
“You nasty muthafucka,” he declared, grabbing my hair. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, thrusting his hips. “To suck this muthafucka, right?”
I allowed him to have his way with my mouth for a good two minutes. When he started twitching like he was about to nut, I pushed him away and stood to my feet. Easing myself onto the countertop, I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs. He licked his lips at the sight of my soaked thong.
Pulling my thong aside, I stroked my swollen pearl as she tingled with excitement for what was to come. Blane came to me, headfirst, but I stopped him.
“I don’t want your mouth,” I said.
He grabbed his dick, stroking it as he positioned himself between my legs. He wrapped an arm around my waist and roughly yanked me to the edge of the counter. I bit my lip as he entered me with pleasurable force and a loud grunt.
“Fuck, Quinn…” He groaned as he sank into my wetness. “Damn, yo’ shit is tight.”
I chuckled. “I know. You stretching me out or what?”
He pulled my legs around his waist and held me in place as he thrust upward. I couldn’t lie and say that his dick wasn’t good. He was fucking me like he had something to prove when, all the while, it meant nothing to me. The type of gratification I was seeking lay within my own hands, not his dick.
I closed my eyes and imagined the high I was about to have. The more I thought about it, the wetter my pussy got. The wetter she got, the harder he fucked me. When I opened my eyes, I found Blane’s to be closed. A smirk spread across my face as I reached behind me and grabbed one of the butcher knives. I locked my legs around his waist and an arm around his shoulder.
Before he knew what was happening, I drove the knife into his neck. His eyes flew open, and he stumbled back, bumping into the kitchen island.
“You really thought I was gonna let you have what was rightfully mine?” I asked, thrusting my hips. “I told my father you were a dead man.”
Watching him struggle to stay upright as he choked on his own blood gave me so much pleasure. I stabbed him again.
“Just a little longer,” I whispered as I continued to ride him. “I’m almost there. Shit!”
My orgasm fell full force as he continued to bleed out. He gave another gasp as his body began to fall to the floor. I grabbed a handful of his locs and jerked his head back.
“Bye, Blane.”
I quickly slid the butcher’s knife across his throat. His body hit the floor with a thud. For a moment, he lay twitching before he fell still. I tossed the knife aside then eased off him and stood to my feet, covered in his blood. Smoothing my skirt down, I stepped over his body as I clasped my bra back together and walked out of the kitchen.
In the back room, the group of men stood around mumbling to each other. When I entered, a thick silence fell. They all stared at my blood-soaked attire.
“Listen up,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “Blane is dead. You answer to me and only me, got that?”
They looked at each other, then back at me.
“I said, do you fucking got that!” I yelled.
They nodded.
“Good. Now… go clean up that mess. And put him on ice. At least he’ll be good for something.”
Without another word, I left the room and went to take a shower.