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Authors: shameek speight

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“There the bait, open your mind and eyes.”

Black Ice said as the back of a tractor trailer on the highway opened up and dropped down a ramp.

“Drive into the tractor trailer and tell the others to do the same.” Black Ice ordered.

The vans drove into the tractor trailers and the driver of the tractor trailer locked the back door and pulled off.

A military helicopter flew over the small military lab base. The security system was linked to the small base and told them the base was under attack and everyone was murdered. And from the cameras they knew they were looking for four black vans.

“I got the target in sight, it’s one of the same black vans, what should I do?” The pilot asked.

“Take out the target the passenger said.”

A missile flew out the helicopter and hit the black van on the highway blowing it into tiny pieces killing Black Ice’s henchmen.

“We can’t let them get away with what I think they have.” The passenger of the helicopter said out loud, not knowing Black Ice and his men were miles away.

Chapter 13

The deeper he went the wetter she became. He could feel her sweet juices leaking out onto his dick then onto the sheets as he held her closer from the side, while grinding and winding his hips, touching walls all over her pussy, giving them both the sweetest sensation.

“Shiiit!” Michael moaned as his dick went all the way in Envy, as he kissed down on the side of her neck and his hand roamed over her breast.

He pumped faster but not going as deep as he could in fear of hurting her or the baby.

“Go harder! Go deeper!” Envy screamed and started throwing her ass back at him wildly.

Michael held on to her waist and pumped even harder, but still held back some force.

“Ohhh! Shit! Yes like that! Even faster and harder! Yes daddy, go deeper get up in that pussy. Fuck me! Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!”

Michael looked at Envy as if she lost her mind.

No way in hell was he going to go harder for himself or for her.

Envy became frustrated when he didn’t listen and she threw her ass back at him as hard as she could.

“Envy you need to stop and slow down baby.”

Michael said while holding her waist, trying to slow her pace down.

“Envy, slow it down!” Michael shouted.

“Ouchhh!” Envy moaned in pain as she felt his dick hit a spot that it shouldn’t have inside her.

Michael slides out of her to see his dick covered in thick white cum mixed with a red.

“Baby, are you okay? I think your spotting.”

Envy couldn’t answer him as she moaned in pain holding her stomach.

“Baby I’m going to call the ambulance.”

Michael said as he looked at her with concern and worry.

“No! I’m fine, it will stop. You just hit something.” She responded.

“I hit something? No that was your ass wilding out. I told you, we can’t be going that hard boo.”

Michael replied.

“What the fuck ever, I told you I can handle it, if you did like i said we wouldn’t be having this problem.”

Envy said as she sat up and stared at him.

Her fingers were cover in gold rings as she pointed at him. Michael just smiled. How the hell did I get stuck with such a diva on my hands? The woman is covered in gold she even sleeps with her jewelry on.

Michael thought to himself.

“Stop smiling at me Michael, I’m not a joke.

Anyway I’m going to take a shower.” She stated as she eased off the bed.

Michael’s phone rings. He pulls it out from up under his pillow next to his 9mm luger and answers it.

Envy rolled her eyes and sucks her teeth.

“Schmmp” And continues to walk into the bathroom.

Michael didn’t pay her any mind.

“Okay, yes, do that and everything should be ready by tomorrow evening, so it really won’t be a problem.” Michael replied to the person on the other line as he got up and grabbed a pen and pad and started taking notes.

Envy walked out their master bathroom room wearing a towel and looked at him and twist up her face.

“Who the fuck are you on the phone with this late, it better not be a bitch Michael?” She screamed loud enough so the person on the other line of the phone could hear her as she sat down on the bed and started to lotion her body.

“Envy I know it’s you’re damn hormones that got you acting up lately, so I’m not going to flip, but you’re getting too out of control lately. I never gave you a reason to think I’m cheating on you woman.” Michael said.

“Huh? What? You got two other women living in our house. Listening to me moan and scream, they must know the dick is good, because I’m not screaming God for no reason and we’re sure not in church!” Envy shouted.

“Envy just relax I told you we both agreed for them to stay here because they’re scared of my father, and that they should be. I will talk to them and when they have their babies they will move out and I'll have security guards protect them and if you must know, I was on the phone with Tone my head counselor. He told me twenty more battered abused women came in tonight with their children and was sleeping on chairs in the waiting area because there’s no more room for them upstairs. I told him to set up cots in the gym for now, one of the buildings I got should be ready by tomorrow evening, and by the way I got the grant so I'll give you back your damn $50,000 okay!” Michael shouted.

“Envy started to cry, I’m sorry Michael, it’s the baby messing with my emotions, I don’t want the money back we can just use it for a work program for the teenagers okay.”

Michael kissed her on the forehead and wiped her tears away with his lips then broke their embrace and headed for the room door.

“Where are you going? I said sorry baby. Envy replied.

He kept walking not saying a word as he made his way down the hallway to his favorite room in the house. The only place he could ease his stress. He walked into the room and shut the door.

Mike had learned the sound of Michael’s footsteps by heart along with everyone else in the house.

He looked at Tazz who was fast asleep next to him after he fed him pieces of Detective Tommy he had stuffed in a jar. He eased out of the bed carefully not to wake up Tazz as he pulls the sheet over him to hide him just in case someone would open his room door to check on him. He slowly opens his door and walks out of his room and down the hallway to the room he knew Michael was in. He put his ear to the door and could hear what sounds like Michael fighting. Mike creeps open the door cautiously and with concern for his brother. He stood there peeping threw the crack and smiled at what he was looking at. He never seen the inside of this room before and now knew why Envy didn’t allow him too. On the walls were ninja swords and knives, sticks and weapons of all kind. The floor was a blue mat, like a gym. Mike grinned then looked at Michael and twist up his face in confusion as he watched Michael with two all black machetes in his hands swinging them around slow, then fast, acting as if he was fighting a group of people. Then it looked like he was dancing while kicking.

“You can come in the room now Mike.” Michael said without looking at him and stopping what he was doing.

“Huh!” Mike said and wondered how his brother knew he was peeping through the crack of the door and never turned his head once to look at him.

Mike entered the room and shut the door behind him.

“Ummm, Michael what are you doing, I hear you in here almost every night?” Mike said in a childish manor with his eyes wide open.

Michael stopped what he was doing. His body was covered in sweat dripping down his muscles. He took the white tank top off to cool off his skin.

“I’m going to be big just like you and our father right?” Mike asked while looking at his brothers muscles.

“You sure ask a lot of questions, but to answer them you will be big like me forget our father. Never compare me or yourself to that bastard. We will never be like him but better. Do you hear me?” Michael stated.

“Yes.” Mike replied while shaking his little head up and down but still couldn’t understand why his brother couldn’t love their father as he did.

“And what I’m doing little brother is called a Kata.” Michael replied.

“What’s a Kata?” Mike asked twisting up his face, it sound like a do-do.”

“Hahahaha!” Michael laughed.

“No it’s not a do-do it’s a Karate Kata and it’s to train you how to fight and move if you do it long enough practicing, blocking, kicking, punching, swinging and fighting that when you do have a fight, it will be very natural breathing.”

“Oh can you teach me how to do a Karate Kata?” Mike asked.

“Sure, no problem, a lot of people don’t know that Black Ice is a ten degree black belt in martial art and been studying since he was your age. That’s how he's able to pull people’s wind pipes out with his bare hands and fight better than other people. I know because my mother told me and made me study and learn as well when we escaped him. I’m not a ten degree black belt but I am close to it. I’m a nine degree black belt in a style called Judo, that’s the art of grabbing and breaking arms and throwing people, there’s many different Karate Kata’s. Some are for swords, some for knives and even a gun Kata. Here, let me show you.”

Michael spent the next few hours teaching Mike what he knew.

“Envy would kill me if she knew I’m giving you these.” Michael said as he hands Mike three funny shape knives.

Mike took them and looked at them.

“Why are they shape like this?” He asked.

“They’re throwing knives. Do you see the red target on that wall over there? Throw them at it.”

Michael said.

Mike pulled all three of the knives out the holster and throws all three of them at the same time.

“Oh shit!” Michael yelled as he stood there shocked to see all three had hit the red bull’s eye.

“Can you do that again?”

Mike shook his head up and down and walked over and pulled the knives out the target then throws them all again and hits the bull’s eye again.

Michael looked down at his little brother in amazement.

Chapter 14

Michael sat at his desk in his office stretched out drinking a bottle of Deer Park water looking at paper work on the new building and the center that was almost done. His mind wandered from work to Janet then Black Ice then to Envy’s mood swings.

“How in the hell am I going to deal with all this shit.” He said out loud to his self as his office door opened.

He looked up to see Angela standing there. Her dark skin complexion seemed to glow. She had on a red button up blouse with a black blazer and a skirt to match, holding a Gucci purse in her arms. Her hips were wide and her thighs were thick. Staring at her juicy lips started to arouse him, watching her sixteen inch weave swing side to side as she walked toward him. Michael knew he had to get away from her. There was something about her that pulled him in. The whole month she worked at the center he did everything in his power to avoid her.

She came and sat on his desk and crossed her thick thighs.

“You’re working hard boss man or hardly working?”

Michael took his eyes off her voluptuous thighs and looked her in the eyes but only could see lust and her face screams fuck me as she stuck out her tongue and ran it across her top lip very seductively. Michael closed his eyes and shook his head as he felt his ten inch dick try to break through his jeans. Angela took two white ecstasy pills out of her inside blazer jacket pocket and dropped them into his open bottle of water. Michael opened his eyes.

“I’m working hard.” He replied then grabbed his bottled water and took deep gulps hoping it would cool him down.

Angela watched him down the water and smiled.

“I have a lot of work to get done, is there something I can assist you with?” Michael said wanting her to get out of his sight as fast as possible.

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he got hotter and his head felt light headed.

“What the fuck?” He said out loud as he realized something was terribly wrong.

Angela slid off the desk knowing the ecstasy was taking effect. She leaned close to Michael and with her juicy lips placed small kisses on his neck.

“Shiiit!” Michael moaned.

Her lips felt like nothing he had felt before. Just by them touching his neck he felt a sweet sensation run through his body.

“Stop, this is wrong I have a woman.” He moaned but Angela didn’t stop.

“Mmmm!” She said while unbuttoning his shirt while kissing him.

She stopped and a cheese smile spread across her face.

Damn I didn’t think his body would be so damn sexy she thought to herself as she unbuttoned his belt and jeans pulling them down along with his boxers. She almost got poked in the eye by his ten inch chocolate dick.

“Damn!” She grinned and was pleased as she slowly licked all around it and then opened her mouth and took it as far into her mouth as it could go.

“Shiiit!” Michael moaned as he held the back of her head pumping it up and down.

The wetness and warmness of her mouth drove him crazy and her slurping sounds echoed through the walls. She looked up at him and stared into his eyes seductively as her tongue ring touched every part of his dick. Michael couldn’t take it no more he didn’t know what was wrong with him and felt that his feelings and sensation was hiking. He stood up but Angela stood locked onto his dick then began to suck on his balls. His legs began to shake.

“Whoa!” He groaned then lifts her up and places her on top of the desk knocking papers onto the floor.

Angela smiled as she got wetter from his strength as he picked her up with ease as if she only weighed 90 pounds when she was really 170 pounds of all ass and thighs. Michael rubbed his finger across her pussy and smirked as he realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. He spread her legs wider inching her black skirt higher up on her waist and thighs and grabbed his ten inch dick and rubbed the head of it up and down on her clit sending a sweet chill through both their bodies as she guided him into her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes opened up wide as his manhood filled her insides with length and thickness.

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