Motown Showdown (24 page)

Newsflash: We weren’t criminals. We sure as fuck didn’t kill for them either, at least I didn’t.

Whores of all sizes attempt to touch me, get me to look, just show an ounce of interest, but it wasn’t going to happen. My woman’s safety was all I cared about. But the woman currently rubbing The Greek’s dick under the table was not my Camo. I told myself this was an act, a job and that she had it under control. I was starting to manage it until that fucker bit the chord of her neck and every criminal in here with ears heard her moan.

She’s done this before
.

This is what she didn’t want me to see but the worst part was, even with her in the same room, I didn’t
feel
her. When she laughs, I cringe. That was not her laugh either. I know her fucking laugh, and that ain’t it. Biting his bottom lip, he palms her ass before letting her move away. Using her hips, she swings that ass so well every motherfucker (men and women both) in the room noticed.

A sinister man followed behind her, watched her enter the bathroom and waited by the door. I did not know this man therefore I did not like it. Coming out of the bathroom, she fakes a fall, and the man caught her.
Practiced
. So quickly no one would catch it, she tipped him off. When his already mean mug got meaner, I knew he got the message. Righting her, he stands her up and whispers low. Throwing a smile over her shoulder, she saunters back to The Greek, and he disappears.

What the fuck is happening?

Back on his lap, she plays with his hair, necklace and then presses her tits into his arm. Camo was playing needy. The Greek was helpless not to respond. Sliding his hands up her back straight up to her hair, he sinks in and pulls. Arching her back, she tightens her legs begging for more.

Can’t fucking watch this
.

Whispering in his ear, I watch his face morph from sin to lust. Like a shot, he leads her down the hall beyond the bathroom and into another section of the house. Careful of being noticed, it felt like forever before I got to that fucking hall, but then the mean mug motherfucker stopped me. “Move,” I warn him.

“Gotta let her do her thing,” he says crossing his arms.

“I go where she goes,” I warn again. “Move.”

“You wait here,” he says taking place next to me. “Her orders.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Name’s Monarch,” and I about shit. One word was banging around in my head,
abort
. “Your girl’s doing me and my queen a solid, let her fucking do it. Or don’t. Thing is, you make a move for that door, you die.”

With Monarch and four of his men flanking me, I stared at the door she was behind knowing his threat wasn’t idle. Also knowing I needed to be here when it opened.

So I backed down.

It about killed me.

This connection was a blessing and a curse. Most of the time I didn’t mind it, most of the time I embraced it. I knew this type of bond was rare, and I think he did too. But shutting it off took four years to perfect. Shutting it off felt like a piece of me was missing. Shutting it off felt like a sin.

The Greek was on his back, pants around his ankles, dick limp on his thigh (which was impressive) and he kicked it about thirty seconds ago. I’ve never been into coke but if you’re going to OD a big motherfucker like The Greek, you need a lot of it. When I opened my bag and offered him a line, he took two. When I ordered him on his back, he went easily. Then before moving down between his legs, I asked him for a favor.

“There’s a man here,” I whisper and then bite my lip watching his eyes blaze. “Name’s Monarch.”

“Fuck Monarch,” he laughs.

“Baby, I’m fucking
you
tonight but, he’s a problem for me. I was hoping that if I offered you something my other clients never get, you’d eliminate the problem.”

“What are you offering?”

“My ass,” I moan while grabbing my tits. “No one’s ever had it.”

“Virgin?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan.

“I’m here to kill him anyway,” he says stroking himself harder. “You give me that tight ass; I’ll make sure he suffers.”

“You’ll be gentle with me?”

“Fuck no,” he laughs.

“I like your style,” I grin. “I also like your bosses. What’s the name I should write on his thank you card?”

“Savage,” he smiles and it was obvious he was blazed out.

“Mind if I do a line off your thigh?”

“Do it.”

Using my hands on every part of his body minus his gigantic dick, when he was good and blown I put some coke on his thigh and leaned in. He was jerking himself so hard that he didn’t even notice when I injected him deep in his balls sac. Pure coke straight into his bloodstream, he didn’t even flinch. Seriously, a needle went in his sac, and he
moaned
. Pig died smiling. Pig died not even aware it was happening. Righting my dress, I go to the door giving it three light taps. He entered, saw The Greek’s compromising position and smiled.

Monarch had gold teeth.

Yum
.
Cinn you lucky crime boss!

“I owe you,” he says taking the disposable phone from me with the evidence he needed to bury Savage.

“No,” I correct. “This was for Cinn. Your girl needs you, bad. Do right by her.”

“Fucking love her,” he says soft. “All this is for her.”

“She thought you forgot about her,” I say just as soft. “She couldn’t wait anymore, this is her way of telling you it’s time.”

“What?”

“It’s time,” I repeat. “She’s done waiting.”

“How was she able to find you?”

“Ask Cinn,” I remind him. “Then bury Savage, balance the streets and make her happy. You’re welcome.”

Just then, Gadget steps away from the shadows, sees The Greek, looks at me hard and says, “Come to me,
now
.”

Interrupting Gadget’s attitude, Monarch tells me, “May need you again.”

“One-time thing,” I tell him.

“I didn’t get your name.”

“And you’re not going to,” I say on my way out. Monarch was laughing which I expected didn’t happen often but I had to admit sounded sexy. Gadget was not laughing but grabbed me hard, ushering me out into the dark hallway.
Not sexy…
“How the fuck do you plan to walk outta here?”

“Through the front door,” and instead of standing there, I took his hand and did exactly that. We were back in the limo heading home in under two minutes. On the drive back, I ignored his stares, his balled fists and the reaming I was about to get. Making one call, she answers, and I relay, “It’s done,” before shutting my phone off. Dropped two houses down per my request, we wait until the limo is gone before heading to our place. I wasn’t in the door before I was pinned against the wall.

“You whored yourself out,” he growls in my face. “Fucking whored yourself out to
criminals
. By the looks of things, you whore yourself out
a lot
. You look good as a whore too.”

“Backup, Gadget.” With my heels on I was as tall as I was going to get so, I used it.

“My name,” he says pushing my shoulders back. “You use my fucking name.”

“You can’t handle what I do,
Gage
,” I say softly. “I tried telling you but---”

His fist misses my head and embeds in the wall. Breathing heavy, he drags me through the living room straight into the bedroom. Pulling me in front of the mirror, he grabs the back of my neck and yells, “Look! Look at yourself! Now look at me! Look at what
that
did to me!”

Now was not the time to mention I’d felt like this every time he threw women in my face. I also didn’t mention that he
was
fucking them, whereas I did not suck or fuck The Greek. “Was it payback, Camo? Huh? You want me to see what it feels like?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” I tell him and it was the truth.

“Fuck you,” he yells. “You cut me off, I fucking
felt
that.”

“I had to.”

“You’re standing here in that gown, in those heels begging to be fucked. It wouldn’t be hard to do, Camo, since I have nothing stopping me.”

“Then fuck me,” I dare him. “Isn’t this what you’re used to? Isn’t me looking like them your preference?”

“Don’t push me.”

“I’m not pushing. I’m also not stopping you either. You want to fuck, let’s fuck. Otherwise, I’m going to bed. My feet are killing me.”

Taking me by the back of the neck again, he pushes me down on the bed which leaves my ass in the air. He gets behind me, in my ear and asks, “He fuck you hard?” I didn’t answer because if he was too stupid to see he hadn’t, I didn’t feel the need to say shit.

“How’d he die, beauty?”

“Overdose,” I mumble into the comforter.

“Jesus Christ,” he roars while he was grinding into me. “Who are you?”

“Who I’ve always been.” My answer didn’t make him happy, but I didn’t really care. “I didn’t want you there, Gage, know why?”

“Enlighten me,” he says tightening his grip.

“Because Gage came with me tonight, not Gadget. Not this job, not the next job or the one after that. Gage has a soft spot for women. His sister, Bet Lennox, me. I tried to spare you this,
I tried
.”

Sliding my gown up, he rubs his cock between my folds once, twice before plunging in. Digging his fingers into my hips, he yells at me, “You
failed
.”

Pushing back against his thrusts, I get up to my hands and turn my head up to face him. “No,” I moan. “You did.” Slamming into me hard, I fall back to my stomach, but he keeps going. Ever hear that term, I’m going fuck you like I’m mad at you? Well, Gage wasn’t mad he was livid. “And you’re going to keep failing because you don’t see me for who and what
I am
.”

“Fuck you,” he says spanking me hard, too hard. “You don’t know how that felt.”

That’s it
. Spearing off the bed, I grab both wrists, swing the left up behind his back and ignored the loss of his cock. Slamming him into the dresser, I had him secured and if he moved, I would break it. “No, fuck you,” I whisper pouring all the hurt into the words. “I know exactly how it feels but unlike you, I tried to spare you. Unlike you, it’s not what you think. You did not see what you thought you saw.”

Sweeping my ankle was a low blow but it was effective.
Fucking heels
… Taking me to the floor, he covers me, pins my arms with one of his and rams into my pussy. Over and over again he pumps into me and all I could do was take it. Gage was everywhere, so deep it hurt. Holding me down with one hand, he uses the other to spank me, pull my hair and twist my nipples. Pushing my legs over my head, he mounts me again giving me no choice but to absorb the shock.

“Better than The Greek?” he asks grabbing my face. This cut me so deep I said nothing. He was inside of me, but he was too busy being pissed off to realize he was wrong. “This wet pussy tells me it’s better than The Greek.”

When he pulls me in for a kiss, I turn my head.
He doesn’t get it
. And that hurts most of all. “Do not deny me!” he roars then fucks me harder. The initial thrill of having him inside of me faded. It was replaced with anger. I wanted this done, over with, I wanted to be outdoors. “You belong to
me
, Camo,” he says letting my legs fall. Ripping the dress in half, he’s fully crazed, and I still don’t care.
It’s not about owning
, I wanted to scream, but he wouldn’t hear me.

Gage was teaching me a lesson.

Since the day, I saw him, right here, with his weight on me was the only place I ever wanted to be.
Careful what you wish for
. I wanted him to love me back but this wasn’t love; this was punishment. Tipping my head back, he locks his mouth where The Greek’s had been and bites down hard. Tears swim in my eyes from the pain yes, but mostly from the sadness. Gage didn’t see it was a job; he didn’t look beyond the surface to what was really happening. Sadly, Gadget hadn’t either.

Roaring his release, he doesn’t pull out when it hits. Instead, he drives himself deeper and holds it there. Closing my eyes, I wait for him to shake this madness off and I felt it when he finally did.

“Oh fuck, beauty,” he whispers into my neck and I swear he sounded disgusted with himself. But that couldn’t be right either. Up until he came he seemed pretty determined to make the woman
acting
like a whore feel like one.

Pushing away, I roll up to my knees, grab all my shit and run out the back door. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.