The Family Business 3 (The Family Business #3)(54)

“You’re a Muslim man. Doesn’t the Quran say you can take more than one wife?”

I was a little surprised that she knew anything about my religion, but that didn’t mean I trusted her. She was a still a Duncan, after all.

“Take me as your wife, X. Let me show you what my lips and tongue can do.” The sexual images were returning to my imagination, and it made me angry. I could not let her get the upper hand.

“No!” I lashed out. “I will do to you what I want. I am the man. If I take you, I take you my way.” I rushed over to her, pushing her skirt up to her waist so that she was completely exposed.

Opening my pants and releasing my rock hard dick, I then reached down to spread her legs apart. I couldn’t wait to plunge into her.

I heard a thud and turned around to see Elijah entering the room. He had dropped the takeout food containers he’d been carrying. “What the—What are you doing?” He pushed me away from Sasha.

“I’m taking her as my wife,” I answered as I pulled myself together and zipped my pants. “The Duncans took Sonya from me. I will take her as a replacement.”

“You are a man of God. If you touch her, then you are no better than your wife. Is that what you want? To go against Allah?” Elijah said, taking off his jacket and covering Sasha’s naked body with it.

“I am a man of God, but I am also a man,” I reminded him.

“No! You are supposed to be better. You are supposed to be a leader, one who lives as an example.”

“I am an example.”

“Are you all right?” Elijah questioned the whore.

“I’m fine,” she said, trying to sound like a wounded bird rather than the temptress she had been a few minutes ago.

“Don’t be fooled, Elijah. This girl is not some saint. She is a whore!” I warned him.

“It’s not her I’m starting to feel fooled by,” he snapped, glaring at me.





Vegas





36


With Pops coming home from the hospital, Ma wanted all of us at the house for Sunday dinner. I guess she was trying to make things as normal as possible, despite the fact that he was still in a coma and damn near brain dead.

After I met with my Asian friend Tommy Young, I confiscated one of the new red Ferrari Spiders that came into the shop, to pick up Marie in the Bronx. With everything going on, I hadn’t seen Marie since that night at the brothel with Conrad. The two of us had a lot of catching up to do.

We’d just hit the Rockaway Freeway when I noticed that Marie seemed to be in her own world. Neither of us had spoken much during the hour-long drive, but I just assumed that it had something to do with the fact that I had barely let the car go under ninety miles per hour since we hit the highway. Now I wasn’t so sure.

“You okay?” I asked.

She didn’t respond. She just held my hand as her eyes welled up with tears.

“Marie, you okay, baby?” I repeated my concern, but she still didn’t reply, unless the stream of tears sliding down her face counted. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, but for how long?” The waterworks just got worse.

“Marie, what’s going on?” I pulled the car over at the beach about five blocks from the house.

She got out quickly and started walking toward the sand. I followed, trailing her by about ten feet. I didn’t like the idea of us being out in the open like this, but for now it was a chance I had to take. “Marie, what the hell’s going on?”

She finally stopped halfway to the water, taking off her sandals as she waited for me to catch up. I took her hand, deciding not to push the issue as we continued to the water.

“I never told you this, but it was love at first sight for me. When Orlando brought me to that jail, he had paid me to sleep with you, but I walked into that visiting room and that was all she wrote.”

“And here I am thinking it was the dick.” I laughed, and to my relief, she laughed too.

“Don’t get me wrong. The dick was good, but it wasn’t the dick I fell in love with that day. It was you. Matter of fact, I gave your brother his money back.”

“I heard. It’s probably the reason why we’re together today.”

She turned around, looking up at me. “I don’t wanna lose you, Vegas, but there is something I have to tell you.”

The way she said it gave me a little concern. “Tell me what? You know I’m not much for beating around the bush. Spit it out.”

She sighed. “You know we haven’t been intimate since we left Saint Martin last month, right?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m sorry about that, baby. With everything going on with my Pops and this Muslim threat, I know I haven’t been taking care of business, but I promise, starting tonight things are going to be different.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes again. “You only did what I allowed. I’m a madam, baby, and very good at what I do. If I wanted you, even in the middle of a war, I would have known what to do.”

“What are you trying to say?” I asked, not liking the direction this felt like it was heading.

Again she sighed. “I avoided having sex with you.”

“What?”

“One of my more wealthy clients insisted that he had to see me and no other girl. He was paying twenty-five grand. I couldn’t say no to that.” She was talking fast, as if she was desperate to make me understand.