Betrayed
Bas sat in the armchair that fronted the room. Several of Santiago’s top street lieutenants stood around. They looked to him for direction. He was getting used to the feeling of power and he liked it.
“Now that Santiago is gone, we’re gonna have to make a few changes,” Bas began.
“What kind of changes?” one lieutenant asked.
“Whatever I say we change!” Bas spat, because he was feeling himself.
His look seemed to dare anyone to challenge him, but no one picked up the gauntlet. Satisfied, he sat back.
“Now basically, I feel like Santiago ain’t been lettin’ y’all nigguhs eat like y’all should. I ain’t no greedy muhfucka, so I’ll unball that tight fist, all right?”
The lieutenants nodded and murmured their approval, just like Bas knew they would.
Greedy motherfuckas, he thought.
“But in order to do that, we’re gonna need a new connect. So . . .” Bas said, as he stood up, ‘I want y’all to meet our new connect.”
Chez Rosario walked from the back of the apartment and stood beside Bas. Bas put his arm around his neck.
“I can tell by the look on your faces you know exactly who this is, but what I want to know is who the fuck has a problem with it?” Bas looked around the room for signs of disagreement.
“Shit, as long as we eatin’, I’m wit’ whatever,” one of them replied.
Bas chuckled. “My kind of nigguh,” he remarked, but inside he was shaking his head. Lack of loyalty was contagious.
“Then that’s what it is then,” Bas concluded, “except . . . one more thing.”
The two gunmen in the back had been waiting on the cue. Once Bas gave it, they rushed out, Mac 11s locked and loaded, and let loose on the unsuspecting lieutenants. No one had a chance to react. The bullets ripped through them like bolts of electricity, twisting and turning their bodies to the rhythm of the gun. When the deafening rapid fire barrage echoed into silence, the lieutenants lay strewn about in bloody heaps. Bas surveyed the carnage.
“They were ready to roll. Why’d you give the signal?” Chez asked curiously.
Bas shrugged. “Shit . . . if Santiago couldn’t trust them, how could I?”
Once Bas ensured that most of his ducks were in a row, he headed to Santiago’s home to pluck the next to the last duck.
“They’ve got Tariq,” Bas announced as he sat on the couch next to Eva. For a moment she wondered where he came from. It was too close to midnight, and she had just come downstairs to watch Columbiana on the 75-inch plasma. She was wearing an oversized Patriot’s football jersey, so she felt a little uncomfortable, but it quickly passed as she focused on what he said.
“Where?”
“Baltimore,” Bas replied.
Eva sat there trying to let everything sink in. First Alex, then her father, and now Tariq. It’s like everyone she loved was being systematically eliminated. She couldn’t hold back the tears.
“Why is this happening?” she sobbed, her face buried in her hands.
Bas put his arm around her and hugged her close. “Don’t worry, Eva. I’ve got you now. I’ll take care of you,” he said in a comforting tone.
She nodded and then kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Uncle Bas.”
Her lips felt warm, wet, and soft on his cheek. Her young, tender body, heavenly against his. His hand wandered from her shoulder to her hip. The caress sent off warning signals in Eva’s head.
“Uncle Bas, what are you doing?” she protested, trying to pull away, but his large arm held her in place.
“I told you . . . I’ma take care of you,” he replied, revealing the real intent of his earlier words.
“No . . . don’t!” Eva squirmed.
Her protests were nothing in the face of his passion. He had been fantasizing of this moment for too long. Watching her young mare-like body blossom into a stallion. He pulled her onto his lap, pinning her arms at her side.
“I’m your daddy now,” he leered, sliding his big beefy hand under her jersey. He ran his hand over her panties, feeling her plump pussy through the fabric.
“Mmmmmm, this pussy is fat,” he groaned with pleasure, lying her down on the couch.
“Please, Bas. Please!” she begged, fighting with all she had.
“That’s what I aim to do,” he growled, snatching her jersey up and revealing her shapely body.
Seeing her full firm breasts and wide, sexy hips drove Bas crazy. He snatched her panties down and dropped his pants around his ankles. Eva caught a glimpse of the biggest dick she’d ever seen in her life. Bas grabbed her by the ankles and spread her legs, positioning his long, extra thick dick to go up in her with one powerful thrust.
“Mommy! Oh God! Mommy!” she cried out, hoping like hell her mother heard her.
Bas invaded her, filling her up and taking her breath away. He had to fight to overcome his urge to not come right then and there. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, still gripping her ankles firmly.
“No pleassssssse stoppp!” she pleaded, until the voice inside of her silenced her in rapid fire Spanish. Shut up! Shut up! Don’t you dare cry out. Don’t you make another fuckin’ sound! Don’t give him the satisfaction!
Eva went deathly silent. Bas thought she had passed out as women were known to do from the power of his dick, but when he looked, her eyes were closed and her face, expressionless.
“Oh, you a big girl, huh? You wanna show daddy you can take all this dick, huh?” He cocked her legs back, folding her almost and proceeded to punish her with steady pounding thrusts.
Her whimpers caught and died in her throat. Even when her body betrayed her and she came back to back, she didn’t make a sound.
“Yeah, baby, this dick good, ain’t it? You may not say it, but you feel it!” Bas cackled.
At that moment, Mel came and stood in the doorway. She had just gotten out of the shower after Bas dicked her down. She stood poised and relaxed.
“That’s right, daddy. Teach the bitch what life is all about.” Mel snickered.
Hearing her mother’s voice, Eva’s eyes popped open. Mother and daughter’s eyes met. Then just as abruptly as she had appeared, she turned and walked away. Eva’s eyes followed her into the shadows, but it wasn’t Eva who was looking at her.