Chapter 6
“Mmmm!” A moan inevitably came from Caesar’s mouth.
Inevitably because he’d been holding it in the moment Amira Rockland wrapped her full lips around the tip of his erect penis and sent him to heaven. He watched her mouth wet his entire shaft and force his manhood down her throat repeatedly. The only sound that filled the air was her sucking and slurping.
Amira was three years older than him and worked in the King family mansion as a housekeeper. Her grandmother, Pricilla, also worked there and had gotten her the job. The moment Caesar laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. She was a beautiful caramel brown thing and wore her thick sandy brown hair in an Afro poof at the top of her head. He liked that, especially since most of the girls were going to get their hair straightened like the white girls on TV. Not Amira, though. She stayed true to her roots.
He felt a sudden buildup and knew he was about to blow. He gripped the back of her head so that she wouldn’t move and erupted into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his cum like a champion. Caesar clenched his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, not wanting to shout. Stars were dancing behind his eyelids, and he instantly felt his body grow tired from the powerful orgasm. He let the back of her head go, and she came up for air, wiping the corners of her mouth. She had a triumphant sparkle in her eyes as she looked down at him, and he grinned.
“You look happy with yourself,” he said.
“I am whenever I please you,” she told him.
She fell down on the bed next to him and nestled her head into his shoulder. He pulled his cover over them so that they could cuddle in its warm comfort. When he first saw Amira, his dick had done all the talking. He had just wanted to jump her bones and send her on her way like all the rest. Caesar wasn’t a dog, but he was young. Not only that, but he wasn’t in the business where he really had time to invest into a relationship. Amira, however, had changed that way of thinking. She was different, and she made him laugh. He liked having her around. In fact, most times when she snuck into his room, they didn’t do anything of the sexual nature. Sometimes they just talked, and others she just listened to him vent about whatever he wanted to talk about. That night she chose on her own to let her mouth speak in other ways.
“You’re amazing,” Caesar said and kissed her on her forehead.
“I could just tell that you were tense, that’s all. Wanna talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“That’s fine too,” she said gently.
They lay in silence for a few moments before it began to gnaw at him. That was another thing about Amira—she had a way of getting him to talk without forcing him to. It was her safe energy. He didn’t feel that he had to be so hardened with her because she accepted him for everything he was.
“Fine, you talked it out of me,” he sighed, and she laughed. “It’s Gerald.”
“Gerald?” she asked seriously and propped herself up on her elbow.
“Yeah. That motherfucka crossed me.”
“What you mean?”
“He turned out to be a fucking rat.”
“Gerald?” She made a sound of disbelief. “I grew up with him. He ain’t no rat.”
“You try telling that to the Feds who picked me up. That man you grew up with was wearing a wire.”
“Oh, my God. Caesar, are you goin’ to jail? I don’t want you to go to jail.”
“You won’t have to worry about that. Luckily for me, my father was able to get me up out of that jam.”
“But didn’t you just say that Gerald was wearin’ a wire? My uncle got caught up behind some shit like that. He got fifty years ’cause of the recorded evidence against him. How can you get out of that?”
“Influence,” was all Caesar said. “Let’s just say the recordings went bye-bye.”
“Good,” Amira sighed in relief. “Because I don’t wanna be the girl of no jailbird.”
“Girl?” he asked, and she grew embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. Maybe I got ahead of myself. I just thought—”
“Right.”
“What?”
“You thought right,” he said and kissed her pink lips. “You’re my lady.”
“I’m your lady?” she said with a smile.
“You knew that already. And I don’t want you cleaning this house no more either. You or your granny. I’ma get you a house somewhere nice. I don’t want my woman getting her hands dirty with nothing, except maybe some shopping.”
She squealed and embraced him tightly with her face against his neck. He couldn’t lie. It felt good. He’d never been in a serious relationship before. But he knew Amira was like a needle in a haystack. She knew he was well-off, but she had never asked him for anything. And the things she gave him were priceless. She deserved everything he was about to give her. Especially if what his father wanted came to fruition.
Just like that he was back to reality. The smile left his lips, and he lay back on his pillow. His eyes surveyed the ceiling as if he were looking for something. Answers maybe. There was an internal battle waging a war inside him every day. Caesar knew he had done his share of adding fuel to the fire with the feuds between the other families in New York. He had been by his father’s side when they set fire to one of the Chen family restaurants just for delivering on their side of town. He was also there when his father poured acid down the throat of members of the Alverez family for receiving a weapons shipment in Manhattan. But whenever something like that happened, the King family took a hit also. It was like a never-ending game of Ping-Pong that nobody would ever win. There was some good in his father’s plan, but Caesar could also see the bad. Cassius didn’t want to unite the families. He wanted to rule them.
“Somethin’ else is on your mind, huh?” Amira asked, surveying his face.
“Nah . . . I mean, I guess. It’s just my father.”
“You’re scared he won’t accept me?”
“What? No. That’s not it. It’s this business deal he’s trying to put together.”
“What kind of business deal?”
“He wants to merge the five families. I just don’t know how to feel about it right now is all.”
“You think that’s a bad thing? You’re always talkin’ about how tired you are of all the fightin’ and killin’.”
“It’s not about what he’s doing. It’s about how he plans on doing it. If I know my father like I know I do, if they don’t agree to his proposal the first time, he’s going to bleed the streets dry. He’s going to force them into submission. Probably make them sign over the deeds to all their businesses.”
“He has the power to do that?”
“My family is the only one who has fought with every family and won every time.”
“But that’s one family at a time. How does he plan to beat them all at once?”
“He’s found a way. And when it happens, he expects me to be at his side.”
“Is that what you want?”
“He’s my dad. My loyalty lies with him.”
“But if you don’t agree with what he’s doin’, then how can it? I know you’re young, Caesar, but you’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met in my life. You don’t just think things. You feel things. And my granny always tells me to always follow my gut. What is yours tellin’ you?”
“That there has to be another way. I just can’t think of it right now.”
“Then find it. Before any more blood gets shed in these streets.”
“I don’t know if I have that much time. We met with my dad’s business partner yesterday. They already have something cooking up.”
“Business partner? I never took Mr. King for someone who worked well with others. Who is it?”
“Nasir Lucas.”
At the mention of his name Amira sat up straight and looked at Caesar with wide eyes. He saw the fear written all over her face. He figured it was because of all the stories that had been spread about him.
“The Grim Reaper? You actually met him?”
“Yesterday.”
“I don’t know anybody who’s actually met him in real life besides you and my grandmother.”
“How did she know him?”
“She used to clean his parents’ house before they were murdered. She told me it was his fault they died, but I don’t really know the story. Now, though, he’s supposed to have some sort of deep mob ties. Untouchable type shit.”
“I don’t know about all of that. He seemed pretty regular when I saw him.”
“My grandma also always says that a great gambler never shows his hands until he knows he’s won. Be careful.”
“Always.”
“Good.” Amira kissed him again and made to get out of bed.
“Where you going?”
“I have to get a start on my daily duties. My grandma will kill me if I don’t get the stairs right this time.”
“Girl, didn’t I just say you don’t have to clean this house anymore? Matter of fact, let me make it clearer.” He leaned his head back and shouted, “You’re fired!” He playfully tickled her and sent her into a fit of laughter.
“I’ve never been fired before.” She bit her lip at him.
“Well, now you know what it feels like.”
“I’ve been making my own money since I was fifteen. I don’t know what I’m gonna do with myself.”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Especially with the monthly allowance I’m going to give you.”
“Allowance?”
“Yes. Allowance. It will be more than my father was paying you to clean this big-ass house, I’m sure. Now come and show me exactly how you like to please me again.”
They threw the covers over their heads and began to engage in another act of lovemaking.
Death is rarely ever the answer.