The Family Business 3(4)
Junior glanced over at Minister Farah hesitantly, lowering his head. “I’m sleeping with his wife.”
“And he’s not very happy about it,” Harris added.
Minister Farah sat back in his chair, “Oh, that’s not good. That’s not good at all. Did you know this woman was married?”
“Of course he did,” Harris cut in angrily. He’d stopped pacing and was standing in front of Junior, staring down at him like a father about to chastise his child. “It was the rest of us who didn’t know. He could bring down the whole damn family with this. And for what—some other man’s *?”
“Shut up, Harris!” I growled. Junior remained silent, but I could tell from the way he was glaring at Harris that he was about to take his past few days of frustration out on our brother-in-law. As much as I might have liked to see him knock Harris on his ass, we had too many threats from outside sources to start fighting within the family. “Did you hear me? I said sit down and shut up!” I repeated through gritted teeth.
“Why, Vegas? We all know I’m telling the truth. All the man wants is for Junior to stop screwing his wife. We wouldn’t even be he here if he’d just jettison the bitch!”
That was when Junior snapped. He jumped up and grabbed Harris by the throat with one hand, lifting him off the ground like a rag doll. His other hand was pulled back in a fist, ready to unleash his fury onto Harris’s face. All of a sudden, my big-talking brother-in-law looked like he wanted to shit his pants. He glanced at me, but I had nothing for him. I’d already warned him. He should have known better than to call Sonya outside her name.
“You call her a bitch again and I’ll make my sister a widow. You understand me?”
“Yeah, yeah, I was just trying to make a point,” Harris squealed, barely able to speak.
“So am I.” Junior released him, and he fell to the floor. “I’m gonna get some air. I’ll meet you at the car, Vegas.”
Minister Farah sighed, leaning closer to me as we watched Junior head out the door. “You do realize your brother-in-law is right. You must convince your brother to end this affair. This woman is married, and Allah considers that sacred. Now that your brother has been warned, Brother Xavier will have no choice but to end his life and the lives of anyone who stands in his way, if only to save face.”
The displeasure on Minister Farah’s face was pronounced. It was one thing to have a business problem where the most you could lose was money, but this was personal. The one thing the old man taught me back in the day was that personal things always lead to trouble with a capital T. I stood up, and so did Minister Farah.
“I need your help on this, old friend. I need to know that my brother can walk the streets and be safe. Can you help me?”
He reached out and patted my shoulder like the friend that he was. “I will do what I can. We still have people who are close to Brother Xavier’s people. However, it may be of little help. Islamic law is very clear on adultery. It is not to be tolerated.”
I nodded, trusting that he would do whatever he could to help me. “Thank you, Minister. All I can ask is that you try.”
He nodded, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out an envelope. “I was asked to give you this if I ever ran across you.” He handed it to me.
“Who’s it from?”
“I think you will get all the answers you need when you open it.”
I studied his face for a brief moment, but he gave away nothing, so I tore open the envelope. Inside was a single postcard with a picture of Israel. I turned it over and saw that the only thing written on the back was STM3482. A lump developed in my throat as I turned the postcard back over to the picture.
Sasha
2
“Oh God! Oh my God! I’m about to come! I’m about to come!” my cousin Paris announced to the world, way louder than necessary.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Stavros’s fine ass was eating the hell outta her, but then again, Paris had a knack for being overly dramatic. I can only imagine how over the top she would have been if she’d known I was standing in the doorway watching. They were, however, putting on quite a stimulating show. I was getting hot just watching her hold onto his head and ride his face like a bucking bronco. When she lifted her ass off the bed and started screaming, I could almost feel her satisfaction.
“Shit, I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m f*cking coming!”
She eventually released his head like a hot potato, collapsing on the bed, totally spent. That’s when Stavros noticed me in the doorway. He didn’t saying anything; he just stared at my bare breasts, waving his hand for me to come over and make their little party a threesome. I had to admit the thought was very appealing. He certainly was fine enough, and from the size of his dick, I knew he had the equipment to handle two women. Only problem was that Paris didn’t play well with others when it came to men, especially not when it came to me. Besides, I had already f*cked his cousin Felix less than an hour ago.
So, instead of heading to the bed to join them, I walked over to my knapsack to retrieve what I had come down from the top deck for in the first place. As I pulled out my suntan lotion, Paris was still blissfully recovering from her mega-orgasm, and Stavros was still grinning at me hopefully as he mounted her. Of course, his grin faded quickly when I pulled out my silenced .45, pointing it at his head.