Chapter Tariq “Reek” Horton
TARIQ “REEK” HORTON
Langford leaned back in his chair with his eyes locked on me. “Well, it seems we may have found a way to keep everybody invested after all.”
My gaze went straight to her. Sienna sat there with her tablet on her lap with her legs crossed. My eyes traveled up those legs, imagining what kind of pretty, pink, wet surprise was between them.
She met my eyes, and there was nothing shy in her stare.
Fuck yeah, I’d play the role. I didn’t care about all the committee talk, zoning language, “narrative” this and “reputation management” that.
That was Sincere’s love language. While Langford finished his little speech about optics and public trust, my mind was already imagining what it would feel like to have my dick down Sienna’s throat.
Beside me, I could feel that Big A was annoyed. Saint didn’t say a word, but I could hear his laugh in my head already. And I already knew Sincere was pissed.
When the meeting finally ended, we stood, and Langford told my boo, “Walk them out, Sienna.”
We stepped into the hallway together. I could hear phones ringing, printers running, and somebody laughing down the corridor.
Saint, Sincere, and Big A automatically moved toward the elevators. Sienna fell in beside me.
“You got a card?” she asked, already unlocking her phone.
“Nah,” I said. “But you got a phone.”
Her mouth curved. She handed it to me without hesitation. “Put your number in.”
Her screen was open to a new contact. I typed my number, then hit call so mine would log hers. When my phone vibrated in my pocket, it felt like a little contract had been signed.
I handed her phone back. “Now you got me. Use that power responsibly.”
She giggled devilishly. “I promise I will.”
Ahead of us, the guys hit the elevator button. I caught Saint glancing back. He was smirking. Big A shook his head like he’d just watched a child touch a hot stove. Sincere’s face was unreadable, which told me everything.
They stepped into one elevator car. Sienna stopped at another.
“I need to get back upstairs,” she said, turning toward me. “My assistant will email Sincere the proposal, but I’ll be calling you personally. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, Tariq.”
Most people didn’t use my full name. Coming from her, it sounded like a dare.
“I’m looking forward to it. I’m here for whatever you need, sweetheart.”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second, then back up. “You promise?”
That shit made my dick rock up immediately. “Fuck yeah, baby.”
“I don’t do anything halfway. If we’re going to sell this, we’re going to sell it.”
I closed the space between us and softly grabbed her neck. As I pushed her neck back, I could feel her heart suddenly beating against her rib cage. Then I softly bit her ear and could immediately smell her juices. “I look forward to it.”
Then I let her go.
Her elevator arrived with a ding that startled her. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. Then she stepped into her elevator, doors sliding close between us. I watched the floor numbers start to climb, then turned and jogged down to catch up with the crew.
By the time I got outside, the wind slapped me back to reality. It was cold enough to see my breath. Sincere, Saint, and Big A were standing just past the revolving doors, conversing as they watched traffic.
“There he go,” Saint said when he saw me. “Mr. PR.”
Big A shook his head with his mouth twisted. “You really volunteered to play boyfriend?”
I sucked my teeth. “Nigga, did you see her? I’d volunteer to play anything to get her to ride my dick.”
Sincere’s eyes cut to me. “You threw yourself on a political grenade for some pussy.”
I laughed. “Let’s not act like she not bad. Y’all saw her. If sitting next to this PR princess gets the project off the ground, so be it,” I said with a shrug. “We need his support. This makes him feel safe. I can play my part.”
“Your ‘part,’” Big A repeated. “You a playboy, Reek. This is not your lane.”
Sincere shook his head. “This will never work. You don’t do serious.
You get bored. You get messy. This isn’t just some girl from a party.
This is the councilman’s daughter, tied directly to a project we already got protestors marching against. If you slip, it’s not just your heart you’re jeopardizing. It’s our whole play.”
I heard him. I respected him. I also wasn’t backing down.
“Y’all relax. I got no baby mamas, no secret fiancées. Pretending to be locked in with one woman for a few events? That’s a piece of cake.”
Big A gave me a look like he wanted to argue more. Sincere’s jaw tightened, like he was holding back a whole list of reasons why this was a bad idea. Neither of them said another word, though. They just stood there on that cold downtown sidewalk, all three of them silently disagreeing.
But I tucked my hands into my pockets, thought about Sienna’s thick, toned thighs clapped against my ears, and decided I’d prove them wrong or enjoy myself trying.
After bouncing out of Langford's office, my mind was already on that thick, dark-skinned bitch I'd been smashing for a few weeks.
Pressure was her stage name from the strip club where we met.
I never bothered with her real name because I was only interested in the pussy.
I texted her the motel to meet me at. Rule number one: never take these hoes back to my spot, and I sure as hell wasn't stepping foot in theirs.
Safety comes first in this game. I had to keep these hoes separate from my real life.
Her ass was phat and jiggling as she bent over for me. My dick was buried in her juices. She gasped, arching her back, and I snatched that ponytail, pulling her head up so she felt every thrust.
“Yeah, take this dick, you nasty lil’ bitch,” I growled, pounding harder, watching her thick cheeks clap against me. “This pussy mine tonight. You grippin’ this dick like you couldn’t wait for him.”
She moaned loud as she threw that ass back on me. “Reek! Oh shit, Reek! Your dick so big, it's stretchin' me, baby! Fuck!”
Her words fueled my strokes as I drilled deeper, slapping her ass red with each snap of my hips.
I was lost in it, sweat dripping, her walls clenching tight around me, when suddenly gunshots ripped through the thin door, splintering the wood.
I yanked out of her pussy quick, dick still hard and slick, as she screamed, scrambling on the bed.
I lunged for the AK I'd left right there on the nightstand.
I always kept it loaded and ready, just in case.
The door burst open, and three masked motherfuckers ran in with nines pointed straight at me.
“Get your clothes on, nigga. You comin’ with us. Take us to that stash, or we drop you right here,” the biggest one barked behind the ski mask.
I stood there buck naked, dick swinging heavy between my legs, and just... laughed. They froze for a split second, confused, and that was all I needed. My Draco started spitting fire before they could blink.
First one caught it in the chest. With two quick bursts, his body jerked back like a puppet with cut strings, dropping his strap as he hit the floor.
The other two spun, firing wild shots that whizzed past my ear, punching holes in the wall.
But they panicked, stumbling over each other trying to bolt for the door.
I tracked them easy, squeezing the trigger.
I got the second one in the knee. He crumpled screaming, as I finished him with a headshot.
The last one made it halfway out, but I stepped up, put one in his back and another in his skull as he pitched forward.
The room stank of gun powder and blood now.
Bodies were sprawled like trash. I could hear commotion starting on the outside of the door.
Most likely other guests wondering what the hell was going on and scrambling for cover.
But this motel was in a neighborhood where people knew not the call the police and to mind their business.
Chest heaving from the adrenaline, I turned to see Pressure huddled on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest. Her eyes were wide with terror and tears streaked down her face.
“You set me up, bitch?” I barked. I stepped closer with my switch still hot in my grip.
“No, Reek, I swear!”
“You lyin’ ass bitch!”
“I didn't—” She sucked in her breath as my scowl became more menacing. “Please, baby, I wouldn't!”
She pleaded more, but trust was a luxury I couldn't afford.
I raised the barrel, watched her eyes go huge, and squeezed.
A bullet punched right through her forehead. Blood sprayed the headboard as her body went limp.
She had to be lying. I wouldn’t get caught slipping up like this, letting three youngins roll up on me mid-stroke.
It was often that women got to know a nigga like me and thought I was an easy target because all they could tell was that I had some bread.
But I never let them know that I was a gangster with an army behind me.
I dressed quickly, wiped down what I touched, then pulled out my burner. I dialed the cartel's cleanup crew who made messes vanish and the witnesses stay quiet. “Yo, got a spot in the east side motel, room 12. I got four bodies. Get here now.”