7. DaVinci
7
DaVinci
W alking into the office at Monty’s crib, I didn’t miss the grim expression on his or Jason’s faces. Whatever it was they had to say couldn’t have been good news. They requested that I come alone, so I was a little on edge.
“Wassup?” I looked between the two of them.
Monty shook his head slowly. “Shit isn’t good, DaVinci.”
“We can’t account for Tonya’s exact whereabouts the night before the funeral. The day of, she was at home,” Jason picked up the conversation.
“Okay…” my eyes continued bouncing from one to the other.
“Gin from P-Town did tell us that Tonya was putting feelers out for a hitta,” Monty confirmed my suspicions, crushing my heart in the process.
“My…my own fuckin’ mother tried to kill me? And my sister?”
“That’s what it sounds like. We’re still trying to track down exactly who she hired, but Gin is on alert as well. I was able to pull her cell records, and her phone was pinging off a tower near Highland the day before,” Monty continued with his spiel. “We just don’t know exactly where she was out there.”
My heart was racing and cracking in my chest at the same time. Never in a million years could anyone convince me that Tonya hated me or River bad enough to kill us. Did I know that she’d be pissed about being banned from her dad’s funeral? Definitely. Did I know that would lead to us nearly being killed? Nah. And I would never put River’s life in jeopardy like that. The hate from Tonya toward us ran deep, but I never knew it was this deep.
“You cool?” Jason’s eyes were fixed on me.
Clenching my teeth, I stared straight ahead for a moment. “I want that bitch’s head on a silver platter,” I evenly stated, shifting my eyes to J. “I’ll let you know when.”
Both he and Monty nodded once, and I turned to walk out. This entire time, I’m pissed and frustrated about keeping Clover safe from a stranger, and that was the furthest thing from reality. My head was spinning about what this meant for our family. Lake lived by a certain code, so I knew once I presented the facts to him, it wouldn’t take much convincing of what needed to be done. First, I needed to get the actual facts, so I got in my truck and headed to Highland to figure some shit out.
“Yo?” Jamarco answered my call as I got closer to Portsmouth.
“Where you at?”
“Posted up at the crib right now. Everything straight?”
“Yeah, I need to pull up on you for a minute,” I switched lanes to head to his house.
“Bet. I’ll be here,” he confirmed.
I ended the call and did the dash to his house. I was damn near foaming at the mouth just thinking about getting answers. Right when I pulled up to Jamarco’s house, my phone started ringing with a call from Lake. Sending him to voicemail, I sent Jamarco a text that I was outside and impatiently waited for him to come out. Moments later, he came jogging down his driveway and hopped in the passenger seat.
“What’s good witcha?” He dapped me up. “What you need?”
“You got people out in Highland?”
“Yeah, workers and family. Why?” He curiously eyed me.
“You know any hittas that live out there? Or anyone that could be connected to a hitta that lives out there?”
“I ain’t really in Highland’s business unless it concerns my bread, but I can find out,” he retrieved his phone from his pocket. “My lil’ cousin would know,” he tapped the screen a few times before the sound of the phone ringing filled the car.
“Wassup, Marco?” A female’s voice answered.
“Aye, Princess, you know any hittas that live out there?”
She paused for a moment and then her tone lowered. “Is this about DaVinci?”
My eyes stretched a little as I glared at Jamarco. Did this nigga know some shit all along? If that was the case, his body would be free of life by the end of the day.
“You know something about that?” Marco pressed but she remained quiet. “P, now is not the fuckin’ time to live by that Bad Lands street code bullshit. If you know something, you need to tell me.”
“Marco, you know how shit gets out here,” she complained in a whiny voice.
I took the phone from Marco’s hand. “Shit is gonna get ten times worse for you if you don’t tell me what the fuck I need to hear. Who ordered the hit on me and who carried it out?”
“They will kill me,” Princess continued whispering.
“Bitch, I will fuckin’ kill you, your cousin, and anyone else that shares the same DNA as you,” I threatened, ready to pull up on her and empty my clip inside of her damn chest.
“Okay, okay. This is all I know; your mother was out here the day before you got shot. She was talking to a nigga named Ralph. Brown skinned with blonde wicks and has a piercing under his eye. He’s always posted up on the block. Ralph will do anything for money. I didn’t hear it from him directly, but he was bragging about getting at you,” she spewed the information I needed.
I laughed in disbelief. Though I already knew it, it hurt even more hearing that it was true . My mother tried to have me and my sister killed. As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I ran through a list of reasons as to why she would do something so unthinkable and cold-blooded. I knew ice ran in her veins but damn! The only guess I had was greed.
My grandfather left her with $250K and nothing else. Meanwhile, the things of real value were split between me, Lake, and River but the main assets were left to me. If she had Ri and I out of the way, she knew Lake would take care of her and she could keep her lavish lifestyle going without having to work hard for it. If it was up to me, when that $250K ran out, Tonya was gon’ be shit out of luck.
“Was that so hard?”
“No, but you don’t understand, if people know I was talking, I am dead!” She shrieked in fear.
“Who’s going to know it was you? I’m not saying shit, and if you’re not the only person that knows then you’ll be fine. I can have security sit on your crib for a few days if that makes you feel better,” I offered. After all, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t know the truth.
“You’re right. That’s secondhand information, and the hood has been buzzing about it, but everyone’s too scared of Ralph to really say anything.”
“There’s always someone scarier than the scariest muthafucka. I’m just the one they haven’t met yet. You’ll be well compensated for this information.”
“O-o-okay. Thank you, DaVinci.”
“Yup,” I passed the phone back to Jamarco.
My wheels were already turning on how to handle my mother and this nigga Ralph. Sending that bit of information to Monty, I thanked Jamarco for making the call and promised I’d wire him money later for his cousin. After he was out of my car, I headed back to my own crib. I made a real effort to check my temperature before I walked through the door. My anger didn’t have shit to do with Clover, so I didn’t want to take it out on her.
Walking through the door, I ditched my shoes before easing up the stairs. I was finally able to walk without a cane as I had most of the strength back in my legs. The only time they bothered me was when I walked up these stupid ass stairs. Other than that, I was getting back to myself and that was a relief all on its own. When I reached the top of the stairs, I noticed a trail of rose petals that led to the door of my playroom. I hadn’t been in there in a good lil’ minute, so I was intrigued by the red petals on the floor.
As I walked over them, the smile on my lips got wider and wider. Pushing the door open, I was stunned when I saw Bonnie and Clover sitting on the bed talking. I hadn’t seen Bonnie since the last time I saw her, nor had I spoken to her. I was confused and pleasantly surprised. They were both wearing lingerie and their conversation ceased when they noticed me standing there.
“Baby,” Clover spoke in a soft but erotic manner, sliding off the bed and moving in my direction.
“What’s this?” I probed, staring into her eyes as she stood in front of me.
“I want to take you back to the basics,” she reached up and kissed my neck, running her tongue from the base of my ear to the top of my collar bone. “I need you to relax, Vinny, and let us take care of you, okay?”
“What if—”
She silenced me with a sensual kiss. “Stop. Don’t think. Just do. Be in control. This is your space, remember?” She backed up a little and winked at me. “Well, Ruler, do your thing,” she glanced over her shoulder at Bonnie and then back at me with bedroom eyes. “Rule us. No holds barred.”
I had the dopest wife in the world. She wasn’t giving up on me in any form or fashion, and I appreciated the hell out of her for that. I had yet to get any arousal in my dick but watching them stand there, waiting for me to give them a command was doing something to me.
“Bonnie,” I took a seat in my normal chair, deciding to play along. “Tie Clo Baby to the bed.”
Eagerly nodding, she rushed over to the closet where the whips, chains, and ropes were. Biting her bottom lip, Clover winked at me and mouthed I love you to me. Placing my hands together, I formed them into a heart and winked right back at her sexy ass.
Clover removed the lacey lingerie she had on and climbed back on the bed. Bonnie did exactly what I asked of her, securing Clover’s arms and legs to the bed posts. I caught a flashback, thinking about the last time we were in this room together. Before Clover knew she was going to fall in love with a real nigga and vice versa.
Sparks started flying to my dick the longer I studied Clo’s beautiful, pregnant body bound to the bed. The look of anticipation and want in her eyes sent me over the edge and before I knew it, my dick was at full attention. I pointed to it and smiled at Clo who nodded and blew me a kiss. Standing back up, I steadily walked over to the bed with my eyes sweeping all over Clover’s body. My erection remained, letting me know I was back in business.
“What would you like next, Ruler?” Bonnie pointedly inquired, gazing at me from her position at the bottom of the bed.
“Make her cry,” I instructed with a wicked grin. “She’s been such a good lil’ baby, she deserves to cum over and over. Fill her up with that purple dildo and pink butt plug. Use the rose on her clit.”
“Ou, okay!” Bonnie giggled, going to the opposite side of the room to retrieve the items.
“DaVinci!” Clover squealed in amusement and apprehension.
“What’s my name?” My eyebrows snapped together while I pushed my pants and boxers off, freeing my thickness from the confines of the fabric.
“Baby!”
My hand instantly grabbed her jaw, and I squeezed firmly. “You love disobeying a nigga, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” she smirked with a twinkle in her eyes. Freaky ass.
“Open your fuckin’ mouth then,” I ordered, getting on the bed and lining my pelvis up with her mouth.
With her eyes fixed on me, Clo opened her mouth as wide as it would go, and I slipped my dick deep inside the warmth of her jaws. A nigga could’ve nutted right then and there. The bullshit of the day was immediately washed away when the back of her throat connected with the tip of my dick.
“Agh fuckkk,” I lowly groaned, thrusting in and out of her mouth at a steady pace.
Glancing down at Bonnie, I nodded at her to start doing what I told her. First, she pushed the thick dildo inside of Clover, and then used a little lube to oil up the butt plug before sliding that in next. One in the pink and one in the stink was always a great combo but adding in that rose took things to a whole other level. Using one hand to keep the rose planted on Clo’s clit, Bonnie used her other hand to twist and turn the dildo in and out of her walls.
“Good girl,” Bonnie cooed minutes later. “She’s already making a mess.”
The way Clover was moaning and humming on my dick, I knew she had experienced an orgasm. The vibrations from her moaning so hard caused me to layer her throat with my nut.
“Shitttt,” I buzzed, holding on to the back of her head, being sure to empty everything I had in her mouth. “Fuck,” I slid out of her and lovingly gazed down at her. “You good?”
“Y-y-yesss,” she panted, her hands balling into fists as her thighs trembled in pleasure. “Damn Bonnieee, fuck, fuckkkk.”
Bonnie gleefully snickered as a stream of fluid flew from between Clover’s legs. Every curse word known to man escaped Clo’s mouth as her body spasmed against the bed.
“Daddyyyyyy,” she cried out with her eyes shut tightly.
I pinched and twisted her nipples. “That’s not my name.”
“Oh myyyy,” her head rolled side to side as a few tears rolled out. “I hate both of you!” She screamed, her eyes popping open and shifting between Bonnie and me.
“I love you, too,” I grinned, leaning down and taking one of her nipples into my mouth, tactilely caressing it with my tongue. “Bonnie, you can stop. I think my wifey has had enough of that,” I switched to the other nipple and did the same thing before putting pressure on it with my teeth.
Bonnie quietly removed the toys from Clo’s holes and stood there waiting for further instruction.
“Shit!” She yelped.
“What’s my name, Clo Baby?” I asked after releasing her nipple from my mouth.
“Vin Vin,” she lazily taunted.
Chuckling, I nodded and removed my shirt so that I was completely naked. “Bonnie, sit in my chair and play with your pussy while I fuck up Clo’s uterus.”
“Yes, Ruler. How many times can I cum?” She rolled off the bed and stood up with the rose and dildo clutched tight in her hand.
“Until otherwise told.”
Nodding, she took a seat and spread her legs, revealing her glistening folds. Fuck. I forgot how much I enjoyed this shit. Seeing her push the same dildo that was covered with Clover’s cum inside of her made me hard as a rocket again. Before she had a chance to put the rose on her clit, I took it from her hand and put it on the highest setting. Clover did say no holds barred, so I kneeled in front of Bonnie and placed the toy on her clit. I had no desire to put my mouth on any other woman’s pussy besides my wife’s.
“Yessss, Ruler,” Bonnie moaned out, her back arching off the chair.
Yanking the lingerie away from her body, I took one of her nipples hostage in my mouth. I slid my tongue back and forth across both of her nipples while keeping the vibrating toy in place.
“That’s it,” she gasped with her eyes shut and mouth open. “Fuck, yes, yes, I’m about to cuummm, Ruler. P-please tell m-me I can cum,” she begged with jagged breaths.
“Nope,” I teased her, pressing the rose against her clit a little harder.
“Puuuhhhhleasseeeeee,” she screamed as a single tear raced down the side of her face.
“How bad do you want to cum?”
“R-really fuckin’ badddddd!”
Bringing my lips near her ear, I hesitated until I saw more tears coming from her eyes. She was trying her hardest to hold that nut back.
“Cum,” I whispered in her ear.
Bonnie became completely undone as her orgasm annihilated her body. She slid all the way out of the chair and her body crumpled up against the carpeted floor.
Laughing, I stood up and tossed the rose in the chair. “That’s dramatic. Set up that automatic dildo machine and wear yourself out.”
“O-okay,” she whimpered, slowly sitting up.
Turning away from her, I fixed my gaze on my disobedient wife. She was still watching me in anticipation as I thought of what I wanted to do to her. Since she was pregnant, I didn’t want to do too much, but Dr. Payne did tell us that a healthy sex life was great for Clover.
“What’s my name?” I gave her one more chance while I started untying her from the bed.
“Baby daddy,” she giggled like something was funny.
“Oh, you really cutting the fuck up,” I smiled and finished untying her. “Bet. Doggy style. Now,” I commanded, folding my arms across my bare chest and frowning at her.
Licking her lips, she flipped her body over and assumed the position. I started tying her up again, this time crossing her feet and tying them and doing the same to her hands. I chuckled when I saw Bonnie was in the same position, allowing the dildo to tear her pussy up. I had no desire to stick my dick in her anymore either, regardless of what permission Clover gave me. I grabbed the paddle from the table and quietly walked back over to my wife.
WHACK!
I smacked one of her cheeks with enough force to cause pain but not too much pain.
She squealed loudly and looked back at me over her shoulder. “DaVinci, what the—”
“Shut up,” I demanded, smacking her again in the same spot with a little more force and then rubbing my hand over it. “What’s my name?”
“Da—”
WHACK!
“The fuck is my name, Clo?” I inquired, massaging the same spot that I kept paddling.
“I do—”
“Every…single…time…you…get…it…wrong, it’s…gonna…get…worse,” I threatened her, paddling her harder and harder and rubbing the spot in between every word that I spoke. “What is it?”
“Ruler!” She wailed in an apologetic but sultry tone. “Fuck, it’s Ruler!”
Carelessly throwing the paddle aside, I dipped my hard rod inside of her sweet lil’ pond. “Gahdamn you wet as fuckkk,” I groaned, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. Clearly, a lil’ pain turned her nasty ass on. “Damn I missed this pussy,” I breathlessly confessed, opening my eyes back up as I stretched her walls out.
“I missed this dickkk,” she whimpered with her tear-filled eyes on me. “I love you.”
I kissed the dimples on her lower back and then pulled all the way out and kissed her ass that was starting to swell a little. “I love you too, baby,” I plunged back inside of her, releasing a deep throated moan. “Fuck…. I love you too.”
“Bonnie, thank you!” Clo moaned out. “T-t-that’s it.”
Briefly glancing behind me, I saw Bonnie removing herself from the machine and getting dressed. Winking at both of us, she quietly left the room while I punished Clover’s lil’ pussy until I was filling her with cum. After I untied her hands and feet, we went for another round that was a little slower and more passionate. This was exactly what I meant by Clover being able to get me right. I owed her big for restoring all parts of me. Once I got the shit handled with Tonya, I was gon’ do something major for Clo. I just had to figure out what that was gonna be.