The Family Business 3(53)

“I will have my attorney call you to handle your salary. Does that work?”

“Yes, absolutely.” By this point he was grinning from ear to ear like I was his fairy godmother. He was a greedy bastard, but he was also the best doctor in this place, and LC deserved nothing but the best.

“Damn! I underestimated you,” Donna said after the doctor left the room. “Now, who is this girlfriend that’s a nurse?”

“Sonya. She’s Junior’s girlfriend and the reason all this mess has happened.”





Brother X





35


I’d tried praying and reading the Quran, but the more I attempted to find solace in prayer and meditation, the more agitated I found myself becoming. There was a time and a place for God, and then there was a time and place to seek vengeance for the harm others had done to you. There could only be so much turning the other cheek, and frankly, that was the one part of my religion that I refused to subscribe to. My personality lent itself more to the eye for an eye way of problem-solving.

“Come on. It’s playtime.” I pulled Lenny and Squiggy out of my pockets and set them down on the table in front of me. I enjoyed watching the two of them play together without a care in the world.

Usually seeing them play could calm me down, but this time, it only added to my frustration when Squiggy jumped on top of Lenny. Even though I’d named them after my favorite male television characters, Lenny wasn’t a male rat. That’s why Squiggy jumped on top of her and started pumping away. I might have found the whole thing funny if I wasn’t so caught up in my own rage because my wife was screwing another man. Seeing my pets go at it only made me think about Sonya and Junior Duncan doing the same damn thing.

Along with my anger, I had to admit to myself that I was lonely. With every passing day I missed my wife more. She was my better half, and I missed what being married to her stood for, despite the fact we’d been separated by bars. I missed talking to her every day on the phone, receiving her care packages, and of course, I missed the intimacy I hadn’t experienced since she stopped showing up for our conjugal visits.

“Damn you, woman!” I pounded my fist on the table, scaring the rats enough to make them stop screwing.

Yeah, sex with Sonya was definitely the best part of our relationship. As much as I loved her, I think the fact that she satisfied me more than any other woman was the real reason I’d made her my wife. I thought I’d have the pleasure of that passion forever, but here I was now, all alone. I was finally out of prison, but life wasn’t all that different than it had been when I was locked away with a bunch of sweaty men. Being a wanted man meant I spent most of my time locked up in the safe house, and when I did go out on a mission, I had to watch my back constantly. Shit, at least if I had a soft, feminine body to lie down with once in a while I could relieve some stress.

At the thought of feminine bodies, I decided it was time to pay a visit to our little prisoner.

Sasha Duncan watched my every move as I entered the room. Handcuffed to a chair, she wasn’t in any position to resist my advances, and I had to admit that right now, that appealed to me. Maybe she knew why I was there. It wasn’t like I was trying to hide my lust as my eyes wandered all over her body, which she’d put on display in the shortest skirt and tiniest halter top. There was nothing modest at all about the way she dressed. No self-respecting Muslim woman would be caught dead in such a brazen outfit.

“You like what you see?” she asked boldly, arching her back so that her prominent breasts were on display, further fueling my already burning desire. It was as if she knew that it had been too long and I was in need of a woman.

“And what if I do?” I asked, playing her game—no, f*ck it, this was my game.

I moved beside her and untied the strings that held up her top, letting her know that I could do whatever I wanted to her. Beautiful, juicy round breasts popped out, her nipples at attention. I heard myself gasp at the sight of her nakedness.

“You want me, don’t you?” she asked in a sultry voice, like a snake charmer attempting to seduce me. She didn’t seem to acknowledge that I could make her do whatever I wanted. I was the one in control here, not her.

“Why would I allow a dirty whore to tempt me?” I spoke sharply, trying to hide my desire.

“Because this whore can give you the best blow job you have ever had,” she said, licking her tongue across her full lips. “Your dick would love to be in my mouth, letting me suck and suck,” she said.

My mind began racing with vivid images of her on her knees, taking in all of me. I shook my head, trying to erase the thoughts. The temptation was there, but this harlot could be trying to bait me into a trap. I had to keep my head on straight.

“I don’t trust you. You might bite me,” I barked at her.

“I wouldn’t. After the way Sonya has treated you, don’t you deserve a woman that will put your needs first? A woman that will treat you like the leader you truly are?”

Giving in momentarily to my desire, I reached out and rubbed my hands all over her breasts. I felt my penis hardening.

“I will lick all of the juices out of you,” she promised. “Let me make you happy.”

“I’m a married man,” I told her, pulling my hand back and forcing myself to resist.