Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 4 (5 page)

Treacherous struggled to make his way to the bathroom. With each step, he let out a light grunt. The pain in his chest brought him discomfort, but the spasms in his lower back had him hunched over like the hunchback of Notre Dame. Baby had offered her help but he declined. He knew if he wanted to recover quickly he had to push himself.

He eased the shower curtain back and reached over to turn the shower on. When he pulled it back he saw a spider resting on the shower's handle. He flicked the spider off the handle then turned the water on and adjusted its temperature. Once satisfied, he slowly climbed in and positioned himself underneath the showerhead in a way in which the water would not hit him directly on the chest.

The hot water beating up against his flesh was just what Treacherous needed. He turned around and let it serve as a back massager. It felt as if he were being massaged by thousands of little warm hands. After about five minutes, he turned back around. He lathered his body with soap, careful not to get any on his bandages. He then repositioned his body, slid his head under the stream of water, and closed his eyes. He then stretched his arm until his shoulders were directly under the shower-head, and he placed his hand on the wall for support. The little motel shower made it difficult for his wide frame.

A funny feeling on his fingers caused his eyes to shoot open. When he looked up he noticed he had placed his hand in the spider's web up in the far right corner of the shower. It sat right below some built-up mildew. He shook his head at the conditions he and Baby had to deal with. He peered down at the wound. The veterinarian had left an L-shaped incision just off to the right of his left pectoral. Treacherous ran his hand across the stitches protruding from his chest. He realized how blessed he was to be alive. He also thought about how blessed he was to have someone like Baby in his life and corner. In a short period of time, she had proven she was the type of woman he had read about his mother being. Treacherous truly believed he had found his ride or die chick. The love he felt for Baby was indescribable to him.

His mind was abruptly interrupted by the touch of a hand around his semi-erect dick. Treacherous opened his eyes. He was in such deep thought that he never heard her enter the bathroom.

When Baby slid the curtain back she couldn't help but admire the sculpture of his body. For a moment she just stood there staring, watching him with his eyes closed and his head under the water. She began to feel tingly inside. She could feel her now moist cat throbbing as she gazed at his dick. Without warning, she leaned in and gently grabbed hold of it. She smiled when his eyes shot open as she stroked his manhood. It grew rock hard in her hand. She could feel it pulsating.

She stepped into the shower, moved in closer toward him, and raised up on her tippy toes until she was staring into his eyes. The average person would have only seen his mesmerizing brown eyes, but Baby saw more than that. She saw love in them. A love she believed he only had for her. She pressed her lips up against his. Treacherous embraced the kiss by parting her lips with his tongue. They became one as the two passionately battled in a lip lock. They exchanged breaths as their heartbeats danced to the same rhythmic beat.

The kiss seemed to last forever. It wasn't until Treacherous felt water cascading down his shoulder and onto his chest that he freed himself of their lip lock His bandages were getting wet. “Let's get out,” he suggested. He took hold of Baby's hand and guided her out of the shower. They dripped their way out of the bathroom until they were faced with the motel bed. Baby gazed into Treacherous's eyes. She lightly shoved him onto the bed and slithered her way between his legs. She never broke her stare. She took Treacherous into her mouth. She tightened her lips around the helmet of his dick then slid them lower and lower. He arched his back and braced himself on the bed as she swallowed him whole. Baby's lips, tongue, and tonsils pulsated around his length. It was driving him crazy. Treacherous restrained as long as he could but couldn't take it any longer. The tingling sensation came without warning.

“Agh,” he let out, as he exploded like TNT.

Baby continued sucking on him. She took every bit of his juices until there were none left. Treacherous looked down at her. Baby had a devilish grin plastered across her beautiful face.

“I love you,” she cooed.

“I love you too,” Treacherous replied. He rose up and lifted Baby off the floor. He positioned her onto the bed and grabbed hold of her right leg. He kissed the toes of her size seven, and then did the same with the left. He then grabbed Baby by the waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He parted her legs to fit his frame then buried his face between them. His tongue took a tour into Baby's sex tunnel. He lifted her clitoral hood with his tongue then sucked on it like it was an oyster. Baby's toes curled as the electrifying sensation traveled throughout her body. His tongue probed Baby. She grabbed hold of his head and clamped down. Treacherous slid his tongue upward until it reached Baby's clit again. He wrapped his lips around it and began to gently suck and kiss on it.

Baby's body began to quiver. She felt like her insides were about to explode. The fire she felt building up in her stomach had her going crazy. She was in heaven. Sweat trickled down her brow and the veins in her neck protruded as she arched her back in ecstasy. She bit down on her bottom lip. It seemed like with every second the fire inside her kept building. She raised her legs and wrapped them around Treacherous's neck. She began grinding her hips counterclockwise. Treacherous continued to tongue sex her as Baby rode his face. He took the pain that he was feeling from all of Baby's movements like a champ. It was worth it, he thought. It was his every intent to please Baby in all ways possible. He knew he was doing that now.

Baby's love box was so wet her juices ran down her glistening thighs and soaked into the mattress. Baby was panting and moaning softly. Her body was in shock. “Yes,” Baby cried out. Treacherous put his palms underneath Baby's voluptuous ass and pulled her body closer to him. He continued flicking his tongue up and down her clitoris at a feverish pace.

“Ohh, I'm about to cum again!” Baby bellowed.

Hearing that, Treacherous slowed his pace. Baby released her death lock from around Treacherous's neck. He tasted her juices then began planting light kisses between her inner thighs.

He was now ready to feel himself inside of Baby. Treacherous rose up. He took his middle finger and began massaging Baby's outer walls then slipped it inside of her. Baby tensed up. Out of nowhere, her mood changed.

Treacherous grabbed hold of his length. He guided himself between Baby's legs. Baby stopped him in mid-motion. Her inner thighs locked up on his outer thighs.

“What's wrong?” Treacherous looked up at her. He noticed she was crying.

“Baby, what's wrong?” he asked again seeing her tears. A concerned look appeared across his face.

“Nothing,” she replied through sniffles.

“What do you mean, nothing!” Treacherous threw back at her. “You lying here crying and you expect me to believe that, huh? Now tell me what's wrong.” Treacherous's words came out in a barrage. He knew Baby was lying to him and he wanted to know why.

“I don't know!” Baby cried. “I don't know! I don't fucking know!” she repeated. “I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me!” Baby became hysterical. Treacherous hadn't seen her act like that since they were at the mental institution.

He didn't know what to do. He went with his instincts and did what he felt was the best thing to do. Treacherous grabbed hold of Baby and blanketed her in his arms.

By now Baby's cries had grown. But the warmth of Treacherous's body soothed her and made her feel safe. It reminded her of why she loved him so much in the first place. Baby buried her face in Treacherous's chest. She knew what was wrong with her. She was just embarrassed to say. But she trusted Treacherous. She trusted him with her life.
He deserves to know,
she reasoned with herself.
Fuck it, I'ma just tell him,
she decided.

Baby rose up. Treacherous massaged his chest in a circular motion after releasing her.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked with concern in her tone.

“Nah, I'm straight,” he assured her. “You good?” he asked.

A nervous look appeared on Baby's face. She closed her eyes and opened them back up quickly to evade the image that haunted her thoughts. She took a deep breath. She didn't know where to begin, so she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“That shit with my mother got me fucked up in the head.”

“I know but—”

“No, let me finish,” Baby interrupted him. “You don't know, because I don't even fuckin' know,” she continued. “But when you put your finger in me it did something to me,” Baby confessed. She didn't know how to tell him what thoughts had been triggered. “I don't know why I'm having these fuckin' feelings.” Baby wiped the tears that spilled out of her eyes.

A puzzled look appeared across Treacherous's face. “What feelings?” he wanted to know.

Baby took another deep breath. “Feelings about . . .” She paused. “Being with another woman!”

The words spat out of her mouth like venom. Treacherous didn't know what to say. That was not something he was expecting to hear, or even thought to be what was wrong with Baby. He just stared at Baby in silence.

“Aren't you going to say something?” Baby asked him.

“So, what do you want to do?” Treacherous replied.

That made Baby laugh. “What the fuck you mean, what do I want to do?” she repeated his question.

“Just what I said: what do you want to do about how you're feeling?” Treacherous stood his ground. “Because whatever you want to do, I'm with you.” He ended.

Baby stared at him long and hard.
This nigga is ahead of his time.
Baby smiled on the inside. She had never heard anything more real than the words Treacherous had spoken to her. Here it was: he was willing to stand by her side and hold her hand while she figured out her sexual preference. The thought of it filled Baby's stomach with butterflies.
I would ride with him to the end of the earth,
she told herself.

“Thank you.” Baby smiled. “I'll work it out.”

“Don't thank me. And nah, we'll work it out. Together,” Treacherous corrected her.

Baby felt like a schoolgirl. For the first time in a long time she blushed.

“You're right. We will. Together,” she repeated.

Sammy Black Jr. entered the chatter-filled room. He did a survey of the faces in attendance. Pretty much everyone he expected to be there was, in fact, in the room sitting at the table. Cuban cigar smoke filled the air. The smell of Scotch tickled his nose. He was in need of another drink and a Cuban himself. Once his crew realized he was in the room, the chatter began to die down. He had called an emergency meeting and all of the members were all too curious to know the nature of the unexpected gathering.

He made his way over to the bar. He dropped two ice cubes in a glass and filled it halfway with Scotch. He then clipped the end of a Cuban and lit it. He took a swig of the liquor on the rocks as he walked over and positioned himself at the head of the table. He couldn't help but watch the people he considered family in the room. The room was filled with men who had laid their lives on the line and would do it again and again in the blink of an eye for him and his family.

He knew calling the emergency meeting would have all of them on high alert and that's exactly what he wanted. He knew how much they all loved and respected his father. He wanted them all to be motivated and charged up about finding the couple responsible for the loss of their deceased boss, and bring them to him. He wanted his men to put the full-court press on the streets until they brought the killers out of hiding or until they slipped up. Most importantly, he wanted them all to know he would be running the organization with the same iron fist as his father.

He put his thoughts on hold when he saw who he had been expecting. Everybody's attention was drawn to the new arrival who had just entered the room. Sammy Black Jr. just smiled.

“Sorry I'm late,” Joshua Black announced. He peered over at his cousin. He returned Sammy Jr.'s smile. He then replaced it with a more solemn, apologetic one for being tardy. Sammy Jr. acknowledged him with a nod. Aside from him being his boss, he was his favorite cousin. Although the two were first cousins, they were more like brothers. Sammy Jr.'s father was also Joshua's favorite uncle and like a father to him as well. Which was why when he got the call from Sammy Black Jr. about the death of his father and requested that he come back to the East Coast, Joshua Black dropped everything and headed to LAX Airport.

Joshua found a corner and wasted no time posting up in it. He nodded in Big Lou's direction. Everybody made it their business to show Joshua Black some form of respect. His name rang bells from Ireland to America in their world. He may have been only five foot one, 143 pounds, but his reputation was that of a colossus. Every man in the room knew at least one legendary tale about Joshua Black. The one known to all was how he single-handedly wiped out an entire crew who had been trying to muscle their way in on their family's business when Sammy Black Sr. was still alive. It was reported that over a dozen dead bodies were discovered in the Richmond mansion. The allegation was the reason why Joshua Black was sent to California, until the heat died down. That was nearly ten years ago.

“Glad everybody could make it,” Sammy Jr. announced. He threw the remainder of his drink back then made himself another. That instantly drew the attention of his crew. It wasn't too often that they saw their leader toss drinks back like that. They all knew the only time he actually drank excessively was when they were either celebrating or he was about to put some work in. Everybody sat attentively waiting for Sammy Jr. to fill them in on why they were all there.

He chose his words wisely before he spoke. “We have a serious situation,” he informed the room. Everybody in the room began to nod. They were well aware of the situation. They all waited, eager to know what their new leader would say next.

“We need to nip this in the bud immediately!” Sammy Jr. boomed. Judging by the looks on their faces, he knew what was going on in everybody's mind. “These pieces of shit didn't just take one of our own; they took a piece of our heart!” Sammy Jr. continued. “And there's no getting it back!” He let his words linger for a moment.

By now, he had his crew on edge and charged up. “Aside from the life of my father, they also took something else very valuable from us,” Sammy Jr. added.

There had been a lot of rumors floating among the other families as to what was really taken, but no one knew for sure. Everybody in the room listened attentively. They all wanted to know.

“Over $3 million has been stolen.” Sammy shook his head in disgust. His words caused murmurs and chatter among the other families. He noticed everybody in the room shaking their heads, as well. The room was now in an uproar. Surprised expressions were plastered across everyone's faces. Sammy Jr. knew he had to say something to gain order within the room.

“A hundred grand goes to the one who tracks them down first.” His words raised eyebrows and eased the room a bit. “Now, this shit can't be taken lightly. I'm sure you can understand my concern and anger.” He let his words linger and marinate. “It's not just about me; it's about us. Our family reputation is on the line. For decades this family has been handling anything that comes our way and if somebody jeopardizes what we stand for, examples are made.” Sammy Jr.'s words triggered an uproar of agreement. He watched the reaction of every member. This was the state of mind he wanted them all to be in. “I want them alive,” he added with emphasis. His statement brought silence into the room. No one dared to say a word.

“Do what you have to do to track them down, but no one is to take matters into their own hands.” Sammy Jr. wanted to be sure he was clear on his instructions.

One by one, his crew gave agreeing nods.

“Good.”
First mission accomplished.
“I know it's late, so I'm not gonna prolong this meeting any further,” he concluded. “Now, let's make my dad proud and find these sons of bitches!” he ended abruptly.

No one uttered a word. Instead they all rose up out of their seats. One by one they gave Sammy Jr. hugs as they began to exit the room. Moments later, the room was nearly empty. The ones remaining in the room were Sammy Black Jr. and Joshua Black. The words Sammy Black Jr. intended to say were for his cousin's ears only.