The Family Business 3 (The Family Business #3)(69)

We all looked around, silently questioning each other about how we should respond. I don’t know what it was about this guy, but something told me that he might be telling the truth.





Sasha





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Two guards on either side lowered me, blindfolded, from the van and brought me into a building. Immediately I noticed that the temperature was much colder than the last place. They led me through the building, down some stairs, and then I heard a door opening. One of the guards pushed me inside a room and then ripped the black sack off of my head. The other guard left.

Nobody was saying anything, but I could tell something was going down. I hadn’t seen or heard from Elijah since our conversation about H.E.A.T., and the few times I’d seen X, he looked tired and stressed. The fact that he hadn’t killed me told a story of its own. My hopes were that my family was putting pressure on them from all directions.

The guard who stayed with me crossed to the center of the room, where he sat me down in a chair.

“Where is Elijah?” I asked. It sounds strange, but I was missing him. I felt like he had made it his job to take care of me, and if I had to be held captive, at least that had been some small comfort.

This guy looked right through me as if I hadn’t spoken a word. Of course, being a woman I should have expected that. These Black Muslims weren’t exactly known for their progressive ideas about women. Maybe that was why I was feeling a closeness to Elijah. He at least spoke to me like he thought I had a brain. The rest of them treated me like less than a second-class citizen.

“Hey, I’m talking to you. Where are we, and why did you bring me here?” Again he ignored me. “Tell me!” I screamed at him. He responded by walking out the door, leaving me alone.

I wanted to kick myself for actually admiring his rock-hard ass as he left. My body parts might be female, but my insatiable sexual appetite was all male. Even in this f*cked-up situation, I couldn’t help but think about sex. Still, I thought, those fantasies were the only thing keeping me sane as I waited for the Duncans to get their asses in gear and free me.

“Miss me?” The door opened and there stood Brother X, smiling like a freak in heat. Now, that was a damn good way to get me to stop thinking about sex.

He closed the door behind him and came over to me. His smile had transformed into a lecherous stare. This motherf*cker was planning to undress me again, and I didn’t hold out any hope that Elijah would rescue me this time. Maybe Brother X had sent him somewhere and then relocated me to get me away from Elijah. Had he sensed that there were feelings developing between us?

“Where is Elijah?” I asked in a demanding tone. “Does he even know you brought me here?”

He reached down and began to fondle my breasts through my blouse, grabbing handfuls and massaging.

“Where is he?”

“Busy. Your hero Elijah is indisposed, so I hope you know what that means. We are all alone. Just the two of us.” He ran one hand between my legs. Luckily, this time my body and my mind were in complete agreement. Instead of being turned on, I was creeped out. He began to rub his dick through the fabric in his pants, and I could see it hardening.

“Stop touching me,” I snarled, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my fear.

“Wanna know why I’m so turned on? So excited?” He leaned down and bit my left nipple before rising to meet me eye to eye. “Because I get to kill someone today. You have no idea how intoxicating it is to kill a person.”

He had no idea how much I did know about it.

“Yep. I’m going to kill somebody, and his name is Vegas Duncan.” He started laughing.

“Fuck you. Vegas will wipe the floor with you, and then each and every one of us will give you such a beat down that you’ll be begging to return to the safety of a prison cell.”

Instead of striking me, he began to sing like some kind of lunatic. “I’m going to kill a Duncan today. I’m going to kill a Duncan today, and nobody can stop me.”

“You are one sick dude,” I replied.

“Yes, I am.” He straddled me, still singing in my ear. “I’m going to kill Vegas. I’m going to kill Vegas today.”

“Get the f*ck off of me!” I screamed as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me. I wondered if any of these other Muslims would care enough to rescue me from this crazy *.

“But first I am going to f*ck you good,” he continued, ignoring my struggle. “I bet you like it in the ass.” He yanked me from my seat, then leaned in and whispered to me, “Well, today is your lucky day.” His hot breath against my face made me want to vomit.

I felt such relief when he suddenly stepped back and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had received a text. I wiped his saliva off my face as he read it.

“Well, well, well,” he said. “Your boy Elijah’s on his way back, and he’s brought us a present.”

The thought of Elijah being there soon was like a heavy weight being lifted from my shoulders. X led me to the door and opened it so I could see what Elijah had brought. A minute later, Elijah appeared.

“Vegas!” I gasped, relieved to see my cousin—until I realized that he was in handcuffs. I looked from him to Elijah, not understanding how Vegas could have possibly been captured.

He sensed my panic and said, “Don’t worry about it, baby girl. It’s going to be all right. Trust me.” I just didn’t see how that would happen, and I started to say as much, but Vegas stopped me. “Just go with him and do as you’re told. You’ll be home in an hour.”