Chapter 12
TARIQ “REEK” HORTON
The closer we got to the address Sienna gave me, the more my instincts started tapping me on the shoulder. We had entered a residential neighborhood.
That wasn’t what I was expecting.
I slowed the car as we turned down a quiet block lined with well-kept houses and too much space between them. I glanced at Sienna out of the corner of my eye. She was chilling with her legs crossed while texting.
I’d assumed I could trust her. This was business. Her father knew exactly who the fuck we were. But clearly, I’d misjudged something. So, I slowed down, reached under my seat, and came up with my gun. I lifted it and pressed it to the side of her head as the car crept forward.
“What the fuck is this?” I barked.
To my surprise, Sienna laughed. She turned her head just enough to look at me. “What is wrong with you?”
I bit down on my bottom lip as I gripped the gun tighter. “Talk, bitch.”
She rolled her eyes like I was being dramatic. “Put the gun down.”
The way she calmly and dismissively said it sent lust straight to my dick. It shouldn’t have. I was supposed to be locked in and on my p’s and q’s.
I scowled, pressing the barrel deeper into her temple. “Talk before I blow your fucking head off.”
Sienna sighed like I was inconveniencing her. “We’re going to my father’s house. He’s having a business dinner. My father wants his colleagues to see that the Cartiers can be trusted, remember?” She glanced at the gun again, unimpressed. “This is optics. Not a setup.”
I watched her closely, realizing that she wasn’t even sweating or stressed.
Then she reached up and pushed the gun away from her head like it was an annoyance. “Stop being a thug and put that shit away.”
That did it.
I pulled the gun back, slid it under the seat, and kept driving.
She adjusted in her seat like nothing had happened.
I exhaled slowly, eyes back on the road, and shook my head once. “You wild.”
Sienna smirked. “And you’re dramatic.”
I didn’t respond, but inside, I was clocking everything.
She hadn’t flinched or begged for her life. She’d laughed in my face with a gun to her head. That kind of composure made her even sexier. And it made her even sexier.
When we pulled up, the house was big, with fresh landscaping and lights behind tall windows.
Sienna led the way to the door with keys in hand. I followed behind her in my leather hoodie, Timbs, and chains. I already knew what it was about to look like when I walked into a room full of men who only wore suits.
The door opened. We stepped inside, and heads turned immediately.
The foyer was filled with men in suits with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing watches that cost five and six figures and smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. They looked me up and down like I was beneath them.
Alderman Langford appeared from the living room with a drink in his hand. “Sweetheart,” he said to Sienna first, kissing her cheek. Then he looked at me. “Reek,” Langford greeted as he extended his hand.
I shook it. “Alderman.”
His eyes flicked over my chains and my boots, then back to my face. “Glad you could make it.”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
Sienna stepped a little closer to me. Langford’s smile tightened for half a second, then he turned toward the room.
“Gentlemen,” he called, lifting his voice just enough. “This is Tariq Horton. He’s part of the team involved in the development project we’ve been discussing.”
One of the men nodded. “The community concerns are still very loud about those condos.”
“They are,” Langford agreed. Then he looked at me, like he was tossing me the ball on purpose. “Reek, tell them what you told me about the ground-level plan.”
I felt the eyes on me again. They were judging me, like I was just another hoodlum.
“The biggest mistake people make is building something expensive and pretending it’s for everybody.
That’s where the resentment comes from. If you want the neighborhood to stop looking at it like an invasion, you give them something they can use on day one.
That’s why the community spaces are important. Not as a headline. As a function.”
One of the men leaned in. “Explain.”
“The lobby and common areas can’t feel like a country club.
They need to reflect where the building sits.
That’s why we’re talking local art, local programming, and real partnerships.
If the first impression says ‘this isn’t for you,’ you already lost.” Langford’s colleagues exchanged looks as I continued.
“And you can’t wait until construction is finished to start that work.
You start now with sponsorships, events, and hiring commitments.
So, when people ask, ‘How does this benefit us?’ the answer isn’t ‘eventually.’ It’s ‘right now.’”
Langford nodded slowly, like he was pleased.
Another man asked, “And the risk?”
“The risk is always there,” I replied. “But you lower it with visibility, structure, and accountability. You keep the contractors vetted, partner with the community, and don’t make promises you can’t prove.”
Langford lifted his glass, looking around at his colleagues. “This is exactly why they have my support.”
I caught Sienna watching me. Her eyes were bright, proud, and a little smug, like she’d known I was going to handle it.
Langford’s colleagues started asking different questions after that. They were less condescending and much more interested now.
After a few drinks, dinner finally started. Langford hosted this dinner to lock in political support and fundraising commitments for his next election push. We ate, drank, and talked about the city, elections, and donations.
After dinner, Langford stood and waved everybody down toward the basement.
The basement was ridiculous. It was the ultimate man cave.
It was designed with big screens, leather couches and lounge chairs, a full bar, pool table, and sports memorabilia that looked authentic, instead of like cheap replicas.
On the other side of the basement was a cigar room.
It was ventilated with a glass door and enough seating to fit twenty people without anybody being on top of each other.
A walk-in humidor was filled with expensive cigars.
We poured more drinks, picked cigars, and settled in. Even Sienna grabbed one.
After a while, I excused myself.
“I need the bathroom,” I told Sienna, and she pointed down the hall. “Second door on the left.”
I nodded and stepped out of the cigar room.
The moment the glass door closed behind me, the noise got muffled. The rest of the basement was empty and quiet. I headed toward the hall, then stopped because I heard whispering.
I moved to the side, into the shadow near the wall, and listened.
Langford’s voice was low as he said, “Kai is causing issues. He’s holding the whole thing up.”
Another man answered, “Kai isn’t doing that on his own. Somebody is pushing him. Everybody knows his funding is coming from dirty money. He’s acting like he’s got marching orders.”
Langford exhaled hard. “That’s exactly what I’ve been saying. There’s somebody behind him, somebody dirty. Why else would he care this much about condos and storefronts going up in the hood?”
The other man murmured something I couldn’t catch, but Langford’s response was clear. “He’s not just grandstanding. He’s being directed.”
My antennas went up.
After overhearing that shady shit, I decided it was time to dip. My mind was locked on Sienna, the way she handled herself in the car earlier had me fiending. So, we bounced.
We went straight to her crib. The door barely shut behind us before I had her pinned against the wall, yanking off her clothes.
“Been thinkin’ ‘bout this wet pussy all damn night,”' I told her, stripping her top off rough and exposing those full, perky titties that bounced free.
Sienna was a vision naked. Her dark skin was sexy as hell, and she had curves for days with that small waist that dipped into wide hips and an ass that could make a preacher sin.
Her dark nipples hardened instantly, like they were begging me to suck them.
Between her thighs, that shaved pussy was already glistened.
She arched her back as I spun her around. I bent her over the arm of the couch. She made sure that ass was up high and her cheeks were spread just enough to show me that tight hole winking at me.
I unzipped my jeans and let my thick shaft spring free.
After securing a rubber, I was so ready to hit that pussy that the veins were pulsing, and the head was already leaking pre-cum.
I spat right on her pussy, watching the saliva mix with her juices, dripping down her folds.
She moaned, pushing back, so I gripped her hips and slammed in deep with no mercy, stretching her walls around my girth.
Her nails dug into the cushions as I started thrusting hard. My balls slapped against her clit with every drive. I pulled her hair, yanking her head back so she felt the arch in her spine, and went harder, causing the couch to creak under us.
“You love this dick tearin’ you up, don't you?”
When she nodded feverishly, my dick got even harder.
“You takin' it like a nasty whore.” I spanked her ass cheek hard enough for it to sting and I felt her pussy clench tighter.
She came quick. Her body shook and a gush of squirt sprayed out around my dick as I kept pounding.
I smiled. “You like when I call you a whore?”
“Oh god, Reek.” She was breathless. “I'm cummin'. Fuck!”
But I didn't let up; the wetter she got, the rougher I fucked her.
I pushed her down to the floor and flipped her onto her back on the floor rug for missionary.
I put her legs over my shoulders and folded her in half.
Then I drilled down so deep my tip hit her cervix.
Her titties jiggled wildly with each brutal thrust.
“I’m gonna make this pussy leak for days,' I taunted, spitting on her clit and rubbing it rough with my thumb while I hammered away.
Sienna was losing it. Her eyes rolled back as another orgasm built.
She squirted again, soaking my abs and the rug beneath us. “Fuuuuuck, Reek!”
Her hands roamed my chest, scratching lines down my sides.
Mid-thrust, she surprised me. She pushed me back just enough for my dick to fall out. It was slick with her cream.
She got up on her knees, moaning, “Let me taste that pussy on you.”
She purred as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking hard, tongue swirling the mess we'd made. She deepthroated me sloppy, gagging but not stopping. Saliva dripped down her chin onto her titties.
I groaned at the sight and fisted her hair to guide her. I face-fucked her mouth until tears welled in her eyes. “Yeah, choke on this dick, bitch.”
She hummed around me, and the vibrations shot straight to my balls. I yanked her up, bent her over the coffee table this time, and plunged back in from behind. The position let me go savage. I gripped her throat from the back, pulling her back onto me while I railed her.
“Harder, Reek. Fuck me like you hate this pussy,” she begged, squirting a third time. Her juices puddled under us as her body convulsed.
I laughed darkly while spanking her again. “Hate it? Nah, I love watching you squirt all over my dick like a fountain.”
Sweat poured off us as her curves trembled from the intensity. She looked perfect with her thick thighs quaking, pussy swollen and red from the abuse, and face twisted in ecstasy.
We switched to her riding me on the couch. She straddled me, sinking down slow at first, then bouncing wild, causing her ass to clap loud. I met her with upward thrusts. My hands mauled her breasts and pinched nipples until she yelped.
“Ride that shit, Sienna. Drain this dick.”
She grinded her clit against my base, and another squirt drenched my lap when she came again.
The rougher I got, the more she exploded. Her pussy pulsed like it was made for my brutality.
I looked up at her, amazed at and proud of how she was taking this dick. “Damn, you a dirty bitch.”