I laid tangled in the sheets after a wild session with my new boy toy, Charles. He was a few years younger than me, but boy could he wear me out. When his gigantic dick was not in my mouth it was in another one of my holes, filling me up completely. The sex between us was amazing, stellar even and he had me ready to make him mine. .permanently.
Like right now, he was in the kitchen making me breakfast after laying it down on me twice. My life was good right now, I had my man and at least one of the Baptist brothers were behind bars where they all belonged. I knew that Kindal would not drop the dime on his brothers, so I had found another avenue to lock all of their black assess up and I would use Spence to do it. Ignitus had been missing from the grid for a while so I wouldn’t focus on him. Then there left Shameer and Kiyan.
I didn’t want to go after Kiyan because out of all of the brothers he was the most respectable, but I had a feeling that he was down with his brethren’s antics as well. He could play that good boy role, but I could see past his little white doctor’s coat and his wife, she was a pretty thing, but she had to know if Kiyan was doing anything so, I’m sure I could make her an accessory to his bullshit. I just had to figure out what that bullshit was.
I didn’t have cold heard evidence of the things that the Baptists had done, but I do remember a conversation that I heard my father having with one of the brothers. It happened years ago so I can’t quite remember who, but what I do remember is hearing them say that the Baptists deserved to burn to burn to death and that the house fire was their way out. From that little statement I knew that they had something to do with the suspicious house fire.
At first, I hadn’t planned to do anything with that tad-bit of information, that is up until Shameer rejected me like I was one of those ghetto girls from the block that he was used to dealing with. I didn’t take rejection well and after seeing that he wasn’t into me like I was him, I came up with a plan to take his ass down, but too bad my father loved them more than he loved me, his own flesh and blood.
“What are you in here daydreaming about?” my boy toy Charles asked. He was holding a tray with breakfast on it and he was naked as the day that he was born.
“You and only you,” I said, coyly.
He placed the food down on the bed and I was surprised but it actually looked edible and good.
“This looks delicious,” I commented. “I can’t wait to dig in,” I grabbed the fork and dug I the hash browns.
“Umm, this is almost as good as you,” I said, once the ample food was down my throat.
“Almost. I might have to go another round with you to prove you wrong.” His sexy ass sounded so good talking his talk. Usually he would have been a little too hood for me, but that is what attracted me to him. I tried to find men who reminded me of Shameer who are nice, clean cut with just a little edge to them and this one here was the closest.
Charles was attractive to say the least and he had the most dazzling eyes that were an interesting mix between hazel and gray. Everything about him just made me want to jump his bones and that is mainly what we did. We fucked and we fucked hard.
Charles plopped down on the bed beside me, his tool looking good enough to eat laying on his leg.
“How is work going?” he stared.
“It’s good.”
“Everything going well with that case that’s been stressing you out lately?”
I looked over to him.
“Stressed? I haven’t been stressed,” I couldn’t believe that he was able to pick up on my nonverbal cues because I had indeed been stressed.
“Come on, we haven’t known each other long, but I know you well enough to sense when something isn’t right with you.”
I debated on whether to let him in on my work life knowing something’s that I did weren’t by the book, but at the end of the day, I always brought the criminals down.
“Well, its these four brothers that I have been trying to lock up for forever and we just got one so now I’m trying to get the others.”
“Well what did they do?” he asked, looking into his phone like he was half interested.
“Well, that the thing. I believe that they have done tons of shit.”
“But you don’t actually know?”
“Nope, but I’m sure I can dig something up and I will.”
There was a brief silence.
“You mean like pin something on them?”
Now he was asking one too many questions and that not what he was here for.
“Why do you have this sudden interest in my job? You want to be a detective or something?”
“Yeah, they are the ones who do the strip searches right?” he asked, moving the plate that was on my lap and inching his hand up my thigh.
“No, that’s cops, but you can do whatever you want to do to me baby,” I said, with a mischievous grin.
Just when we were about to get into the grove of things, my damn phone rung.
“One second baby,” I said ,and then grabbed my phone from the nightstand. It was my partner Spence.
“Talk to me,” I answered.
“WHAT!” I screamed, after hearing what he had called me for.
“HOW THE FCK DID THAT SHIT HAPPEN?” I jumped from the bed and straight into the pants that I had had on the previous day.
“You’ve got to be kidding me Spence. So, the recording just somehow magically disappeared?” To say that I was pissed was an understatement. They were about let anther fucking beast free and hell was going to freeze over if anyone thought that he would stay that way. Damn Kindal Baptist was about to befree.