Chapter 12
12
I was dizzy again, so dizzy I couldn’t make myself leave the parking lot of my apartment building, although I knew I needed to. I needed to get back to Bo’s place before he tried to kill Jerryn or something, but the inside of my vehicle would not stop spinning. Hence, I rested my head on the steering wheel hoping that I’d feel good enough to drive soon. My forehead had just rested on the leather when a knock on my window startled the hell out of me. My eyes popped open to see a frail figure standing next to my car in the waning sunlight.
Sighing, I lowered the window. “I’m not in the mood for you today, old lady.”
Bo’s hag of a mother smiled, displaying perfectly straight teeth that my labor probably paid for. “Oh, you know I don’t care about your moods, honey. We need to talk. You seem to have a short memory.”
“Go talk to your son. I’m just a mere employee. He’s running the show.”
“Memphis, you are well aware of the power you have, the hold you have, on my son.”
“Mrs. Pierce, leave me the fuck alone.”
As she began to speak, I started my car and drove my dizzy ass off the lot. I hoped I ran over her foot or something because I could not stand her.
Never could.
“You better put your mother on a fucking leash! I didn’t sign up to have to deal with her!” Memphis shrieked the moment she stepped in my house that night.
To be honest, she startled the shit out of me, and that wasn’t easy to do. So, it took me a minute to reply, and that was a minute too long. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, she continued her rant.
“You said things would be different. That was part of our agreement, too! You fucking promised I wouldn’t have to see or talk to your mother and the bitch shows up at my place harassing me! I’ma shoot her ass next time!”
The fuck?
My mother had started fucking with Memphis now? It took everything in me not to go to her house right that moment, but I had to exercise some restraint. I had to calm my lady down. I had to make sure she was good. Nothing was more important than that, than her .
I abandoned the stool I was occupying and moved closer to where she stood in the doorway of my kitchen, placing my hand on her soft cheek. Of course, she swatted it away.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” she growled, her full lips trembling. Her flawless brown skin was flushed, her round eyes narrowed. “You are enough to deal with! I can barely breathe around you. I’m dealing with all these mixed emotions and shit because you’re an asshole?—”
“An asshole who loves you,” I cut in.
Before I could blink, her fist met my nose.
“Fuck!” I yelled, holding my damn nose. The motherfucker started bleeding.
“Don’t you say that to me! I told you to never say that to me again and I meant that shit!”
“Got damn, King! I think you broke my nose! I do lov?—”
My words stopped when she produced a gun, aiming it at my head. We were only inches apart, but the thing was, Memphis King wouldn’t miss even if the length of a football field separated us.
At night.
With no lights.
During a fucking sandstorm.
“Say that shit again and I will gleefully end you! Fuck feelings or good dick or your family’s retaliation. I’ll kill them, too!” she advised me, no longer yelling. Her voice was calm and very collected.
She meant that shit.
“Memphis…” I began.
“King!”
I sighed, now tasting my own blood as it oozed from my nose into my mouth. “King, come here.”
She backed further away from me and lifted her free hand, using it to steady the already stable gun. “Why?”
I decided to take a chance, inching forward and lifting my hand to push the gun aside as I eased closer to her, holding her face in my hands. Her lips quivered as she stared at me, her eyes telling me what I already knew, what I’d always known. She loved me. She loved me almost as much as I loved her, but I’d hurt her. My entire family hurt her. The Agency hardened her. Still, the eyes staring into mine at that moment didn’t belong to the woman who held on to the hurt I caused all those years ago. They belonged to the twenty-something year-old who captured my heart and kept it under her control every day since. Her breathing was harsh as I lowered my bloody face to her immaculate one and kissed her, her soft body instantly melting into mine. My hands trembled like they always did when she let me touch her like this. My heart hammered, and I felt a little woozy—side effects of one Memphis Blue King.
First, I heard the gun fall; then I felt her arms loop my neck, and finally, she wrapped those thick thighs around me, making my dick virtually rip through the fabric of my pants. Confession: I’d never desired any woman the way I desired her. No other woman had come close to satisfying me like she did. No other woman took my breath away while simultaneously being the oxygen that kept me alive. The possibility of us one day reconciling was my only reason for climbing out of bed for nearly thirty years. Well, that and making money. I was fond of making money, too. But Memphis? She was it, my one and only.
I gripped her round ass, kissing her and moaning into her mouth, the taste of my blood combining with her minty freshness. I needed to be inside her like yesterday. Wait, I was inside her yesterday. Amendment: I needed to be inside her all day every damn day. So, I walked us to the kitchen island, knocking the stool I’d abandoned aside before sitting her on the granite surface. The only sound in the room was our breathing as we ended the kiss and went to work undressing, our movements hasty and uncoordinated and frantic. Hell, I didn’t even bother to take my pants and underwear completely off, letting them pool around my ankles on the travertine floor. I didn’t bother to take my shirt off at all. Who had time for that shit when the best pussy in the free world was sitting right in front of me, ready to receive me?
I stepped between her legs, grasping her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the island, my dick jumping and leaking with anticipation. I could smell her pussy, the scent driving me something several miles past wild. Feral was a weak word, too. Was there a word to describe how unhinged her pussy, her body, her being made me feel?
Hell. No.
I leaned in to kiss her, but she halted my progress with a hand to my chest. I can’t lie; I was considering begging her to let me inside that pussy at that point, and if that didn’t work, a death threat wasn’t off the table.
I needed that crack between her legs…expeditiously.
Her long lashes fluttered as she moved her face closer to mine, so close that her breaths filled my nose. I closed my eyes and involuntarily moaned, expecting her to kiss me. Instead, she used that talented tongue of hers to clean my face, mopping up the still oozing blood with it. Something about the twistedness of that act sent my immoral ass over the proverbial edge. Somehow, I let her finish before grabbing the back of her head and kissing her so hard and deep that the shit was actually uncomfortable for me, but I didn’t care and neither did she.
My fucking twin.
In quick succession, I was inside her while silently begging my knees not to buckle and my nuts not to prematurely empty. I didn’t understand how every time with this woman felt as good as the first time. Nah, it felt better.
And better.
And fucking better.
I drove into her, backed up, and slammed forward again, her wails filling my ears as my heart felt like it could explode at any minute, and when her walls began to shudder around my dick, I whimpered, “I love you. I love you. I love you…”
And I did. Consequences be damned.
The next morning, I reluctantly left my bed and the woman who shared it. Stepped right past Moody, who was posted up in my garage, climbed into my car, and made the familiar thirty-minute drive from The Village to the Coventry Woods Estates subdivision situated on the other side of Parkton in a more rural area. Moody had followed me, trailing me through the gate after I entered the code and pulling into the driveway seconds after I did. I knew he’d be on my tail, and I didn’t give a fuck. I had some shit to attend to.
I entered another code into the keypad by the front door, and despite the early hour, began yelling the names of the house’s occupants. Standing in the huge foyer, I observed as one by one, they descended the stairs—my mother, Zaccai, Layla, and last but not least, a twenty-eight-year-old man who hated my guts.
My son.
The feeling was lowkey mutual, though.
It’s a long story.
“What the fuck, man?! That bitch leave you or something? She the one who fucked your nose up?” Zaccai whined, his voice groggy and his face crusty.
I blew out a breath and shook my head. “You just never learn, do you?” I said, and then I shot him in the left leg—I liked symmetry—watching as he crumpled to the floor. “Next time, I’m hitting your ass above the fucking waist. Consider this your last warning!”
Everyone started yelling, and Moody actually reached for his gun, but I turned on him before he could grab it.
“What you gon’ do? Shoot me? I pay your salary! Stand the-fuck down!” He kept that hand under his jacket, so I added, “Moody, I don’t care about what you meant to my father or how many years of service you’ve given my family. Stand the-fuck down before I put you down!”
He raised his hands and backed up.
Keeping my eye on him, I lifted my gun, aiming at the foyer walls as I pulled the trigger over and over again, hitting paintings, light fixtures, any and everything. Layla was yelling, Zaccai was on the floor crying, my son was shooting daggers at me with his eyes, and my mother? She just stood there staring at me like the stone-cold bitch she was.
“Dear Mother, I don’t know if you recall this, but we had a deal that included you steering clear of my lady. So, consider this my last time saying this to you… stay THE FUCK away from Memphis. Don’t talk to her, don’t talk about her. Hell, don’t even think about her. I will fuck your entire world up for her and that goes for all of you, but especially you, Mother. You fucked us up once. You took her from me, but you won’t do it again. I’ll burn your whole world down before I let that happen! And you know I can do it!”
With that, I left.