Chapter 10
I loved the feel, the scent, and the taste of my sweet Rose, and would never get enough.
If I had to be without this woman again for more than a few hours each day, I would lose my fucking mind, and I meant that from the deepest part of my soul.
It was only by the grace of God that I’d made it through the past year.
Eight times out of ten, Rose was a squirter, and I loved when my actions caused her to cover my face, chest, or dick with her juices. Although we’d had sex numerous times since reuniting, my baby must have been backed up, because every release sprayed from her pussy like a fire hydrant.
One thing I loved to do while she showered me with her nectar was plug that hole right back up with my dick. As soon as I entered her, the way her pussy choked my dick made me bite my bottom lip. Before my first stroke, I knew I wouldn’t last long.
Thankfully, I knew all of Rose’s hot spots to keep her pussy leaking, and that knowledge worked to my advantage when I needed her to reach her climax quickly. As soon as I felt her pussy pulsing around my dick, I stopped fighting and pumped her full of my seeds.
“We haven’t done much outside of The Compound since that shit happened. I want to take you out tonight,” I told her when I returned from the bathroom with a warm towel.
“Where do you want to go?”
“It depends on if you feel like dressing up or keeping it casual.”
I waited for her response as I used another towel to wipe off my dick. She took her time wiping between her legs before scooting to the edge of the bed.
“I’m not in the mood for anything fancy.”
I knew Rose well, and she liked to keep it simple. I wouldn’t call her a tomboy, but she wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a glam squad just to go to the grocery store. She could dress up or down when needed, but most times, she was somewhere in between.
I already had some plans in the works for tonight, but I wanted her to think this was spontaneous. If I played this any other way, her nosy ass would spend the rest of the afternoon trying to figure out what I had planned.
“You want to go to Kustomize Your Kicks?”
Her eyes brightened as she stood and headed to the bathroom.
“Ooo, I’ve been wanting to go there.”
I’d overheard her and her sisters talking about it, so I knew she’d agree.
“Cool. Can you wash and braid my hair when I get back from the barbershop?”
“Yeah. I was starting to think you didn’t like braids anymore,” she said.
In the past, I had regular appointments to keep my hair braided and lined up. Rose loved it when I wore it out, so I appeased her on occasion. While we dated, she became my braider, but I continued to get my linings at the barbershop.
When we ended things, I didn’t give a fuck what my hair looked like most of the time. I’d always had a head full of hair, so I learned to do two French braids when I was a teenager. Aside from that, a slicked back ponytail was my go-to, and one or the other had been my look for the past year.
“I didn’t have anyone to braid my hair.”
She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “We both know that’s a lie, but okay.”
“After you started doing my hair, I got a little spoiled. You know how much I enjoy sitting between your legs with that hot pussy—”
In the middle of my talking, she turned the shower on, drowning out my voice. Once the water warmed, we showered together, and I managed to keep my hands to myself. If I didn’t have an appointment at the barbershop, it would’ve been a different story.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. I got a few stops to make when I leave the barbershop,” I told her once I finished getting dressed.
We shared a quick kiss, and I headed out, running into Rocky on my way to my bike.
“They found him,” Rocky said.
“Where’d they find him?”
“In a rundown motel on the outskirts of town. He’s still there, and Carl’s got some people on him. I’ll send Noel, Semiyon, and a few others to the location to confirm. If it’s him, they’ll take him to the spot.”
“Nah. I got something else planned before we take him there.”
“Let’s hear it.”
“Send Busta to take care of him. He’ll know exactly what to do.”
Busta was probably the most gutter, hood nigga I’d ever met. He’d spent most of his twenties and thirties locked up, and while there, he switched teams.
Once released, he didn’t let go of the streets, but instead of selling drugs and taking lives, he found another way to be of service. We’d hired him numerous times to show rapists, abusers, and pedophiles what it felt like to be taken advantage of.
“Have done to him what he planned to do to Rose and what he did to those other women. I like how you think, but you did learn from the best. I’ll let you know when it’s taken care of, and he’s been taken to the spot.”
“Honestly, I probably won’t bother with him until tomorrow. I got plans with Rose tonight, remember?”
“Oh shit. It slipped my mind once I got the call from Carl. Enjoy your date. Our people know what to do.”
We connected our fists and went our separate ways. I hopped on my bike and felt a bit of relief. It had been almost a month since Preston had kidnapped Rose, and I’d been dreaming about how I wanted to end his life since the moment I knew she’d gone missing.
The Riders’ organization had been struggling since we shut them down. Carl came to us twice in the past month, begging us to let them put some men back on the block. I told him to use his manpower to find Preston because I refused to budge until he was found.
The ride to the Black Reign Luxury Spa for Men and Women felt short because I was in my head for the entire ride. When I arrived, I entered through the barbershop door. Immediately, I felt annoyed because the place was full at nine o’clock in the damn morning.
“Y’all giving away free haircuts in this bitch?” I asked as I scanned the area for an empty seat.
“Nah, but if you didn’t have an appointment, your ass would be shit outta luck, or waiting just like everybody else,” Breeze said.
“I know not to come up in this joint with no appointment. What’s been up with y’all?”
Breeze was part owner of Black Reign with his wife, Melodie; his sister, Raine; her husband, Sonshyne; and Sonshyne’s twin cousins, Adan and Zayn. It was a barbershop, salon, spa, barber, and cosmetology school.
“I should be asking what’s been up with you. I was surprised to see your name on the calendar. Your ass ain’t been in my chair in a minute,” Breeze said.
“It’s been more than a minute,” Shyne added.
“Damn near a year,” Zayn commented.
“About that.” Adan agreed.
“If y’all don’t chill the fuck out, it’ll be another minute,” I responded.
“I ain’t say nothing, but every time we play ball, I’ve been wondering what’s been up with your hair maintenance. I thought you were going for a new look,” Breeze said.
I looked around at the other customers, and those niggas were all in my business. I didn’t bother to respond to Breeze, because now wasn’t the time or place to discuss my business. He realized I had no intention of responding, and the subject changed.
When it was my turn, it took Breeze a minute to get me right because my hair had grown quite a bit since I’d last been to the shop. Breeze wouldn’t be Breeze if he didn’t talk shit the whole time.
He was much more comfortable around me than when we first met. Our personalities were very similar, so I definitely understood his initial cautiousness, especially considering the circumstances of our first meeting.
“What prompted you to stop walking around here looking like a woolly mammoth?” Breeze asked in a joking manner.
“It was time,” was all I said in response, even though I had something planned that no one else was aware of.
“I heard what happened with Rose. Everything good?” he whispered loud enough that only I could hear.
I didn’t have to ask where or who he’d heard it from. My sister-in-law, Noelani, was Shyne’s younger sister. I was sure Rose had told Noelani, and she’d told her brother, and eventually, word reached their entire circle.
As I was about to respond, I got a text from Rocky confirming that it was definitely Preston holed up in the hotel.
“It will be by this time tomorrow, for sure.”
“Let me know if you need anything.”
He gave me a knowing look, and I nodded. When he finished my hair, I paid my tab, leaving a generous tip, and headed to the other side of the building to the spa.
Now that I knew Preston was off the streets, Rose didn’t have to stay confined at The Compound. After making her an appointment for a few hours of pampering, I FaceTimed her.
“Hey,” she answered.
“Are you dressed?”
“Umm, in leggings and a T-shirt. Why?”
“I just made you an appointment for some pampering at Black Reign.”
“You did what? Wait! Is he—”
“He is, baby, so you’re free to roam about the city. I still have a few errands to run. Are you sure you feel okay going alone?”
“Yeah. I’m good. What time should I be there?”
“An hour.”
“Okay. Thank you, Russell. I love you.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
Ten minutes later, I pulled up to Kustomize Your Kicks and found a parking spot in front of the entrance. They opened at eleven, and it was only ten thirty, but I saw who I assumed was the person I was meeting moving around inside.
The door was locked, so I knocked on the window to get her attention. She smiled as she came to unlock the door.
“Are you Mr. Rush?” she asked.
“I am. Thank you for agreeing to meet with me before you opened for the day.”
“It’s not a problem. When you shared what you wanted to do, I couldn’t say no.”
“I appreciate that.”
“You won’t be the first man to propose here, but you are the first man to ask us to shut the place down.
Saturday nights are usually very busy, but there’s a concert at the forum, so we only had a few people on the calendar for tonight.
I reached out to them, offered them the free session that you agreed to pay for, and they were more than happy to reschedule. ”