I wasn’t sure exactly what I had gotten myself into, but I didn’t care. Whatever I needed to do in order to get back at the people who were fucking with Jazmyn was fine with me. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked as all hell when Marc told me about his family business and asked me for my help. I mean…what the hell could I help him with?
At the moment I was sitting on the passenger side of a car that Ty was driving. For some reason, before we left Marc’s place, he put on a designer suit and had me put on one as well. Now we were headed somewhere but he hadn’t given me any details at all.
“Here’s the deal. Our last attorney was working on some shit for us but uhm…he’s not around anymore.” Ty paused and I cut my eyes from the road to look at him. The way he’d said that let me know that there was most likely a very interesting backstory regarding why the other attorney wasn’t around any longer but I figured I’d ask later.
“Anyways, one of our top men, Ortega, just got picked up. They are trying to lock him up for murder. The last attorney we had was in the process of meeting up with the prosecuting attorney to question the witnesses and gather depositions before he…left. Today, we are going to meet up with one of the key witnesses that he was supposed to question. I need you to question him,” Ty finished.
I turned and looked at him with my eyes wide.
“You want me to question the witness and I have no details on the case?” I asked him. I was bewildered. How could he possibly expect me to go in and speak to a witness with the prosecuting attorney present and I knew nothing?
“You don’t need details. I need you to question the witness in a way that will make them not want to testify against Ortega. Just bend the rules a little…legally,” Ty turned to me and gave me a small smirk.
I sat back in my seat and started thinking hard to myself. I had no idea what he wanted me to do but I was going to have to figure something out and I needed to do it fast. At the same time I couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement in the pit of my stomach. This was a big change from my normal life and I needed it. The past few months, I’d been allowing things to affect me. I was feeling powerless, like everything was happening around me and I couldn’t do shit about it. Finally it seemed like I was being placed in a position where I would have some power.
“Okay, here we are,” Ty said as he pulled up to a small, ranch-style home. There was a white, beat up Toyota Camry in the yard as well as an all-black Lexus coupe. “Looks like the other attorney is already here.”
I nodded. I inspected the front of the house, paying attention to all details. There was a tricycle and some toys littered throughout the yard, along with an old tire and a garden that someone started and apparently had forgotten all about. Nothing too interesting.
I opened the door and walked out of the car towards the front door, and Ty walked behind me. I turned and gave him a look once we got to the door. I wasn’t nervous but I felt I was ill-prepared. Not at all how I liked to feel. He nodded at me to knock on the door, but before I could, it opened up and a white woman with a black pin-stripe suit opened the door.
“Hello, I’m Jane…” she said slowly. She looked me over, her nose in the air. She had her hair pulled back in a tight bun and not a lick of make-up on her face. I could tell that she might have been attractive had she not been trying so damn hard to look plain. She looked behind me at Ty and pursed her lips together.
“I didn’t know you were bringing company. I’m only allowing counsel in here to speak to my witness,” she said in a condescending tone.
“He is counsel,” I responded without thinking. “He’s assisting me with this case. I can assure you that his presence is necessary.”
She gave me another look and seemed as if she were about to say something, but I pushed pass her before she could. Ty followed me without saying a word. I heard her gasp and scoff at our rudeness but she didn’t say a word.
Once I walked in the home, I could see that it was the typical lower-class residence. There was a stuffy smell in it. It was like a mixture of dust and bleach. Someone had made somewhat of an attempt to clean before we’d arrived there…and failed. There were cobwebs on the wall and, from where I stood, the hallway to the bedrooms was to my right and the living room was to my left. The kitchen was directly in front of me and in the sink was a pile of filthy dishes.
“In here!” a gruff voice yelled out to my left. I followed the voice and walked towards the living room. Inside a tall man was standing up. He had on a wrinkled pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. He was eyeing me with suspicion and when Ty rounded the corner, I could tell he recognized him immediately from the fear that was on his face.
“Hello, I’m Kingston Grey,” I said, holding my hand out to the man. He looked down at it but didn’t move a muscle. “This,” I said pointing to Ty, “is my assistant counsel and we just have a few questions.”
I heard clicking heels behind me and I knew that Jane was walking into the room.
“Mr. Creswell, these two men are attorneys for the defense, Ortega Ramaggio, and they just need to ask you a few things. As I said earlier, they are just here to collect a statement from you in order to prepare for trial. It’s normal protocol and no need for you to feel alarmed,” she assured him.
As Jane spoke I saw some family photos on the mantel of the fireplace.
“Yes, I just have a few questions,” I said. “First, can you tell me why you feel that Mr. Ramaggio is guilty?” I walked over the family photos and looked at them as I waited for Mr. Creswell to speak.
“I…uh…I was at a restaurant that Mr. Ramaggio frequents. I’m the bartender…”
“What restaurant?” I asked him, still looking at his family photos.
In the picture was a woman and a set of twin girls. I picked up the photo of the girls and stared at it. Looking at them made me think of LaShea and how much I’d loved her. How I would do anything to protect her.
“Uh…this spot called The Tavern. Uhm…” I turned to look at Mr. Creswell to see why he stopped talking, my hand still holding the photo of his two little girls.
“These yours?” I asked him, holding up the picture.
Mr. Creswell nodded his head, nervously, “Yes, those are my daughters. My pride and joy.”
“Beautiful girls,” I said, turning back to look at the picture. “I know if I had children, my only worry would be how I could protect them. I think the hardest part of being a parent is making sure that your decisions don’t negatively affect your little ones.” I looked up at Mr. Creswell. His mouth was open in perfect circle as he caught my meaning.
Ty smirked at me and nodded his head. Jane squinted her eyes at me; she was furious. Her face was getting redder and redder by the second. I could see the words forming inside of her before she even uttered a word.
“Mr. Grey! ARE YOU THREATENING MY WITNESS?!” she yelled out.
Mr. Creswell started stuttering. “I—I…I don’t want any problems…” he started.
“No, I’m not threatening anyone,” I assured her. “Mr. Creswell, do you feel threatened?”
The man shook his head fiercely. “No, not at all!”
I nodded at Jane and placed the photo down on the mantel. With my back to everyone in the room, I closed my eyes and asked God for forgiveness for what I’d done and what I would continue to do. But I asked forgiveness mostly because of the fact that I was enjoying it.
I turned back to Mr. Creswell. He looked flustered and beads of sweat were decorating the edge of his forehead like a string of Christmas lights.
“Now, can you tell me the rest of your testimony?”
“You’re a natural,” Ty said to me as we pulled out of Mr. Creswell’s driveway.
“You know she’d going to complain to the judge, right?”
“No she won’t. She has a long history of making claims that we are intimidating her witnesses…and she’s lost every time because her witnesses don’t cooperate and they never will. I’m sure she’s tired of being looked at as a crazy old bitch.”
“Where are we headed now?”
“I’m going to take you back to Marc’s spot. We’ll meet up later. Welcome to the family.”
I stared at Jazmyn as she slept. She looked peaceful and serene. I wanted to take care of her more than anything. She’d never been the type who needed protection because she could hold it down on her own. But at the present time, she looked vulnerable and I knew she needed me.
“Kingston?” She stirred in the bed, pulling the covers up around her neck. “Kingston?”
“I’m here, Jaz,” I answered her.
I walked over to her and sat down next to her on the bed. I ran my fingers down her body. She’d lost a little weight over the past few weeks but she still had her curves. I knew it wasn’t the right time, but my dick got hard anyways.
“Baby, I need you,” I told her.
I had so much built up stress and tension in me and I needed relief. The only relief that I wanted to get was the kind that could come from being between her legs. I started fingering at the covers that she was gripping, trying to pull them off of her. I knew I couldn’t do much since she was still recovering. But her physical therapist told me that she was pretty much 90% and that’s just about all I needed at the moment.
“I’m tired,” she moaned. She grabbed the covers even tighter around her and yawned loudly.
Shit!
“Okay, baby. I understand.” I stood up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. Soon as I closed the door, I bumped into another woman who was tall, light-skinned and very pregnant. “Oh, excuse me,” I said quickly. I grabbed her on both arms to make sure that she was steady and wouldn’t fall.
“Oh, you’re fine. You’re Kingston, right?” she asked me.
I nodded as I looked at her. She was beautiful and glowing. Her dark black hair was shoulder length and her butterscotch skin was clear and smooth. She smiled up at me showing a row of perfectly straight teeth. Something about her seemed familiar but I couldn’t place it.
“Nice to meet you, Kingston. I’m Vanessa. Ty’s wife,” she told me. Then it dawned on me. She was Alexis’ sister. Though they looked different, there was a small resemblance.
“Nice to meet you, also. Is your husband here?” I asked.
“No, I came here to see Jaz and Alexis. He’s handling some business. I used to do these things with him but I can’t anymore,” she said, pointing down at her belly.
“I understand. Well, I’m glad to meet you. I’m sure I’ll be seeing more of you in the future,” I said.
She smiled at me and I smiled back before walking away. I continued down the stairs and out the front door. I didn’t pass anyone on my way out and I was happy that everyone was occupied. The good thing about Marc having money was that there was always a chauffeur present to take you where you wanted to go. As soon as I walked out the door, I saw Skivy wiping down the tires on the Bentley.
“Skivy, can you take me somewhere, please?” I asked the older man. He stood up and looked at me holding the towel and spray in his hands.
“Sure, sir. Let me just put this up and we can get going. Where would you like to go?” he asked me.
“This place called The Tavern.”
I was looking for trouble when I decided to go to The Tavern and I got what I was looking for shortly as I got there. Trouble’s name was Senovia Walker and she was fine as hell.
As soon as I sat down, I noticed her. She was sitting at the bar across from me with a green apple martini sitting right in front of her beautiful face. Even in the dimly lit bar, I could see that she was a sexy woman. She had chinky eyes with long, wavy hair. She wasn’t standing, but from what I could see, she had the most bouncy, round breasts I’d ever seen on a woman. They looked to be 100% real and 100% available for the licking. She was wearing a shirt that didn’t cover anything but the nipples and my trained eyes could see through the material enough to see them as well.
After a few drinks and a staring contest, I decided to get up and talk to her.
“Hi,” I said to her, sitting in the seat next to her. Now that I was up close, I was able to see her tiny waist and fat ass. She was built like a stripper. Her body was banging.
“Hi, yourself,” she said, cutting her eyes at me. She looked me up and down quickly, allowing her eyes to linger around the crotch of my pants.
“My name is Kingston…and you are?” I asked her, I took a sip of my drink and put out my hand to grab the apple martini that the bartender brought over. I sat it on the table and pushed it over to her.
“I am someone who doesn’t need a drink to be fucked. But I’ll take it anyways. My name is Senovia.”
She caught me off guard with that one, but not so much that I wasn’t able to react. I downed the rest of my drink and grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom. Once we were in there, she wasted no time with pleasantries. Her hands went directly to my pants and she unzipped them quickly, pulling them straight off. I reached out and locked the bathroom door. By the time I had turned back around, she was slobbing on my dick as if she was sucking life from it. I’d never had a woman suck my dick like that before in my life. Jazmyn was a beast in the bed but Senovia was a fucking professional.
“Shhhiiiiiiiit, girl, damn!” I yelled out. I put my hand behind her head and pushed her down further. She went with it, sucking my entire pole down her throat.
Right when I was about to cum, she stood up and pulled up her dress, showing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Here,” she said, handing me a condom.
I stuck it on quickly and she booted her ass up on the wall. For a split second, I thought about Jazmyn and hesitated. But then Senovia reached back and spread her ass cheeks apart, showing me the pink of pussy lips and my brain stopped working all together.
Got damn, I need this pussy.
I thought to myself as I dove in. I fucked Senovia for about two hours straight that night in the bathroom. Thank God it was a slow night and no one cared that we had the bathroom locked down that long. After I nutted in her pussy, she let me nut in her ass and then I nutted in her mouth. She was a certified freak and I loved it.
After we were done, she left and I jumped in the car and let Skivy take me back to Marc’s spot. I didn’t exchange numbers with Senovia, nor did she try to. We were both grown and knew we just needed a good fuck that night…no strings attached.
After I took a shower and checked on Jazmyn, I went to lie down. I knew I should have felt guilt or something about sleeping with another woman, but I didn’t. It was one time and I’d probably never see Senovia ever again. I just needed to let off some steam and I was able to do that. I closed my eyes and slept like a baby.