Desired Too (13 page)

“Ah… Yeah, well, stay away from the stove,” I reiterated and opened the front door.

“I’ll tell him you stopped by,” she said to me.

I turned and looked at her just before I closed the door behind me. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

I walked into my quiet apartment and knew instantly that something wasn’t right. I looked over at the oven first, and saw that it was clean. Everything was in its place except, the fire extinguisher.

“Shit.”

I’d made a fucking pizza for her. All she had to do was set the timer on the oven and stick the damn thing inside.

I moved quickly and checked the oven. I turned on the eyes and the oven itself, just to make sure everything was still working properly. The chemicals from the extinguisher were hell to clean up, especially if you didn’t do it right. I had showed her how to set the timer, and she’d done it multiple times, so there shouldn’t have been a problem. There
was
one, however. I could smell the smoke in the air.

“I never used it.”

I turned quickly to see Georgia standing behind me. She placed the baby monitor down on the counter and looked at me.

I was still pissed from earlier, but when I saw her face and what she had on, all was forgiven. I moved quickly to her, putting my hand in her hair. I put my other hand around her waist and down to her beautiful ass. Then I kissed her. As always, she gripped my ears and kissed me with the same amount of need and desire that I possessed.

Though I hadn’t been gone that long, I missed the shit out of this woman.

I needed to feel her. I needed to be inside of her now. I picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me. I moved us to the closest place that was sturdy enough to take what I was about to dish out. I had driven around for hours just to clear my head. This shit with Georgia had practically pushed me over the edge. I ended up stopping at Penn’s Landing. I didn’t get out of the car, though. I lit my cigar, pushed my seat back, and sat there, thinking about what Georgia and I fought about: Angel.

I hadn’t spoken to her about any of the shit that went down in Miami. She knew that topic was off limits, but that day she had claimed that she was fed up.

“You two need to stop this bullshit and kiss and makeup! I’m tired of this, of you moping around,” she had told me.

Well, as you can imagine, that shit set me off. I went off, telling her to mind her fucking business and to worry about our son… shit like that. I’d probably said more to her. However, I couldn’t remember. My temper was in rare form those days. I’d been more of a bastard than normal and everyone was feeling it, including Georgia.

So this was my way of apologizing: fucking the shit out of my woman.

We made it to the couch and I gently laid her down, with me on top of her. She was only in a tank top and underwear, so I didn’t have much to get rid of.

I yanked one of the thin straps down until it revealed her nipple and instantly brought my eager mouth to it. I wasn’t gentle. I wanted her to know what this was.

She didn’t say a word. She gripped the back of my head, moved her legs around my waist and started circling her hips.

She whispered in my ear, “Baby, yes, right there.” She then moaned softly and kissed my forehead.

Fuck, I love this woman!

I fumbled with my belt buckle and pants in order to free myself. Then I moved her panties to the side and plunged into her pussy.

“Ohhhh, Drake,” she drawled out as she arched into me.

That’s when I remembered that she wanted me to take it easy on her. I’d been going hard on her recently, fucking her relentlessly and demandingly, more than usual I will add, which she didn’t deserve.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” I brought my hand underneath her neck and moved her face close to mine.

She smiled at me. “Don’t be, baby. Just fuck me. I can take it.”

I didn’t fuck her like I wanted; at least not yet. I started moving my hips slowly while I kept my eyes on her. I got as close to her as I could, despite still having my jeans on. She tried to push them down, along with my underwear, with her feet; a move that brought me deeper inside her.

“Fuck, baby. Yeah, keep doing that shit.” I pulled her thigh further up my waist and pounded into her harder, faster.

“Drake… Oh, baby….”

“I fucking love you, baby. Do you hear me? I fucking love you.”

I said some other shit that I’m not repeating, but I knew Georgia needed it. She needed to hear how I felt about her. I felt her tightening and creaming all on my dick and underwear, which told me that she definitely loved what I was telling her.

As I brought her through an intense and much needed orgasm, she cried out my name so loud that I could have sworn that she was going to wake up Junior.

“I’m far from being done with you,” I told her as I pulled out and stood. I stepped out of my boots and jeans, reached for her hand and pulled her up.

“Fuck, you are so sexy, baby,” I said to her, and she was. She was disheveled as shit, hair smashed from being pushed forcefully into the couch. She even had one boob hanging out of her tank top. Yet, the hungry look in her eyes for me made her the sexiest woman I had ever seen.

I quickly guided us upstairs to our room, got naked and sated myself deeply into her until I satisfied us both. I didn’t even know that I had fallen asleep until I was opening my eyes from the quick nap. Georgia was lying on top of me, watching me.

“What?” I asked her.

“I love you.”

I caressed her face lightly with my finger, moving her hair back from her face. “I know you do.”

“I just hate seeing you this way.”

“Baby, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Please, Drake, you’re far from fine. You’ve been more of an asshole than normal to a lot of people. Your patience is shorter than normal, and you’re more volatile than ever. You practically made that bag boy at the grocery store the other day piss his pants for not double bagging.”

I frowned. “It’s bag boy 101, baby. You don’t need a degree to know that if you’re filling the bag with heavy shit, double bag it.”

“I’m just saying.”

I could feel my temper rising again, so I tried to shift from underneath her, but Georgia decided that she wasn’t going anywhere. She straddled me and sat up.

“Drake…”

I sat up with her on top of me, saying, “Georgia, let the shit go. I’ll handle this with my family when I’m good and fucking ready, and right now I’m not ready.”

Georgia kept her eyes on me, studying me, and I let her. I wanted her to see that this topic of my family, of Angel, wasn’t up for discussion. As I said, I was going to handle this shit in my own time when I was good and fucking ready.

Right now, I still wanted to murder Eddie and anyone that got in my way, that included my cousin and my uncle.

Georgia, at that moment, reminded me of why I loved her so much, why she was made for me. She kept her eyes focused on mine and slowly started grinding her hips on me. She gripped my ears and licked her lips.

She slid her hand down my chest slowly, then wrapped her hand around my dick and started working me. “You are so fucking hot when you’re beating your chest like you’re the boss...”

I didn’t move. Shit, I couldn’t if wanted to. She had me. Her tits were moving up and down as she grounded on my legs. I felt her heat, felt her getting wet as she continued to stroke me. It didn’t take much for her to get me hard. She fucked me up when she backed up from me and brought her face to my lap.

“…like you’re in charge,” she whispered to me, then put me slowly in her mouth.

My head fell back as soon as her lips touched me, and I felt I was about to lose control.

Her tongue stroked me, paying close attention to my sensitive head, up and down just the way I loved. After thoroughly teasing me, she covered me with her sweet, beautiful mouth.

Damn, she feels good!

I brought my hands to her hair, but she pushed my hands away.

“Georgia, let me touch you,” I croaked, my voice strained with a need to feel her as she pleasured me with the best head I had since…. shit, yesterday.

Damn, I sound like a bitch
.

She pulled me out of her mouth and kept stroking me as said, “You don’t run shit, Drake.”

She moved faster, and I could feel my balls getting tight. She went back down into a frenzy, and I couldn’t do shit about it.

“Slow down, baby. Let me…”

But she wasn’t listening. She worked her lips, tongue, and hand until I was about to explode, then she stopped and rolled out of bed.

“What the fuck, Georgia?!”

She frowned. “You’ll settle this shit with Angel sooner rather than later before it’s too late.” She then fucked me by walking away, leaving me hard as a fucking boulder, horny as hell.

“Georgia!” I yelled.

However, she kept walking into the bathroom.

Fuck that, I was no pussy. I got up and went after
my pussy.

“You’re gonna pay for that shit!”

She squealed trying to close the bathroom door on me. That all changed once I forced my way inside, grabbed her and cornered her in the shower. I made her pay over and over again.

She’s going to be the death of me, I know it, but I love this fucking woman!

This is bullshit!

I took the bottle of Scotch, brought it to my lips slowly and felt the burn as it traveled down my throat. I wanted it to soothe the shit that was swimming around in my head. Regrettably, it didn’t. Instead, it made things worse.

First, my brother and his shit needed to be addressed.

I had found out a few disturbing things about my brother. I knew he was capable of using people; he was manipulative like that. The lengths he went to in order to take what didn’t belong to him were astounding. I’d had to remind numerous people who was in charge, and it was starting to get to me. Pops never had to do shit like that. His brothers just knew the pecking order. My brother, however, didn’t seem to understand who the real leader of our family was.

What’s fucked up about all of this was one of us was going to lose our lives in the end. My mother was going to lose a son. My father was going to be pissed. It was going to look as if he had no control of his family. More people were going to come forward and test the waters. They would want to see if they could finally penetrate our ass and fuck us without lubrication. This was what Eddie was doing to the family, and he didn’t see or understand what his actions were doing. Hell, my father didn’t see it either. It started with his poor decision in Miami, and it had now spiraled out of control. I needed to end this. I needed to do it quick, swift and without prejudice. Again, that was my problem. Pops wasn’t going to let me do this my way. However, if he didn’t let me handle this, shit was going to get bloody.

I needed to figure out a way to stifle my brother. I needed my mind clear so that I could focus on family shit. However, I hadn’t been able to do that for days. No, my fucking mind had been on her.

And now on to her…

I had told her to come to my house when we had talked last. However, that didn’t happen. No, instead, she decided to hide from me, which happened to add to my fury.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall on the back of the couch as a sigh freely escaped my lips.

Not yet, Darkness. Not yet.

Okay, I had acquiesced to the possibility of Georgia being correct when she told me that going all ‘caveman’ on Raquel wasn’t going to work. The problem was that I didn’t know how else to be. I never had a problem with getting what I wanted. Games were for fucking children. You could imagine how confused I was about Raquel’s hesitation the other day. It didn’t make sense. The connection we both felt for each other was deep. I felt it, and I know for a fact that so did she. However, she was playing hard to get. I didn’t do “hard to get,” and yet, here I sat trying my best not to stalk her.

I hadn’t seen her in a few days. I found out that she’d checked out of her hotel, and she’d quit her job working for her father. I learned that she had a huge argument with her father and brother, stormed out afterwards and no one had seen her since. The next day, on my security cameras, I watched Pops escorting Waters Sr. around my penthouse in Philly. I had no doubt that they were checking to see if Raquel was there. Therefore, I called her. She didn’t answer. I had my hounds looking for her, which washow I found out that she had checked out of her hotel. They couldn’t tell me where she’d gone at the time. They did at least confirm that she was in the city. I ended up calling in a few favors, and I had just learned her whereabouts ten minutes ago. However, my pride and ego would not let me go to her. I needed to keep my distance for her sake. This behavior wasn’t like me. I didn’t chase after women. Yet, I was allowing her disappearance to get to me. I was letting the darkness grow within to an intolerable state. If I did see her this very moment, shit wouldn’t go well for her.

I was letting her get the better of me. I should have just let her go.

I grunted to myself. There was no way in hell that I was ever letting her go, and I knew it.

Earlier, I came up with the plan to drink until the alcohol clouded my judgment. Once I was good and over the edge, I could blame my behavior on being inebriated when I destroyed this city to get to her. My eyes surveyed the contents of the bottle, and it was damn near empty. A smile suddenly creased my face. I knew once this bottle was empty, there was no telling what would happen.

I knew I needed a voice of reason to stop me from ripping this city apart. I needed someone that fucking knew what I was going through and could talk some sense into me. And, I could bet my left nut that you know who my voice of reason typically was.

Now, of course, eight times out of ten, I was the voice of reason for that insane fucker. There were times, though, where he had to talk me down. That’s the real reason why I went over to see him the other day. I needed to talk to him. I needed to get this shit done between us, fight if we had to, so we could end this beef.

I pulled away from the bottle after taking the majority of the content down.

No matter the diversions that had now entered my life, I still went back to what happened in Miami. If shit had gone the way that it should have, I wouldn’t have been in this mess. But what I couldn’t do was erase what happened in Miami. It made no difference that I beat the shit out of Eddie when I sent Lincoln after Georgia. Or that I held my gun to his head, trigger finger itching with the urge to end that motherfucker’s life. The bottom line was that when it came down to me picking sides, to Lincoln, I had chosen wrong. Bottom line, loyalty was everything and betrayal was a hard pill to swallow. Bottom line, yeah, I had fucked up.

I let Pops’ twisted thoughts and explanations on why I shouldn’t kill Eddie prevent me from doing what I knew in my gut was right. The piece of shit deserved to die, as far as I was concerned. He was going to kill Lincoln, me, and possibly my father. However, Pops didn’t see Eddie the way that I did. He didn’t see him as a worthless motherfucker whose life was forfeited. He swore he merely saw a son that lost his way. He wanted to handle this in-house and his way. However, rewarding him with control in our family business wasn’t what I called punishment.

He’d put my brother, who had proven to have shit for brains, over Lincoln, a man who had given his life for this family three times over. That shit didn’t sit well with me. I’d told my father this many times, including that night in Miami. No matter what decision my father made, I should have stood my ground. I should’ve been the leader that he’d groomed me to be and stood by the one person that had had my back through so much deep shit.

Since that day in Miami, I had fought the inner urges engrained in me since I was born. I’d barely spoken to Eddie, except if forced to. However, when we were alone, I craved to wrap my hands around his piece of shit ass neck and squeeze until his life faded. You would think I’d be thrilled to know that every time he looked at his reflection, it reminded him of the day that he got the shit beat out of him in Miami. I fucked his nose up so bad that the doctors told him that they couldn’t get it as straight as it used to be. Unfortunately, that’s not enough for me. It’s why I’ve kept my eyes on him. I didn’t trust him. I felt for a long time that there would come a time where he would show his true colors.

I felt that time was now. There would be no stopping me this time. Whenever this shit came to a head, I would beat the shit out of him again, then put a bullet in his head.

All of this, again, had me thinking about what to do. My father wasn’t going to like the outcome of this little feud Eddie and I had. However, there could only be one to rule, and it would undoubtedly be me.

The funny thing was how Lincoln thought my brother and I had a great relationship. I guess I was a great actor because that was farthest from the truth. The times Lincoln would complain about Eddie, or threaten to put a bullet in him, I was level-headed. I never encouraged it. I never showed that I not only wanted Lincoln to kill Eddie, but that I willed it. If I could’ve, I would have told him to do it a long time ago so that I could be rid of the dead weight that had been pulling down the family for years.

Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t always feel like this. There was a time that I loved my brother. I looked up to him, worshiped him even. I thought he was larger than life. To a kid like me, Eddie knowing how to fight was like having Jackie Chan living with me. However, that changed my first year of high school.
Eddie turned his back on me when I needed him the most, and I hadn’t forgotten that fact. I was fourteen years old when I felt the ugliness of betrayal at the hands of someone close to me. It was a bitter horse pill to swallow, but it prepared me for life. It showed me that anyone was capable of disappointing you.

I also changed inwardly during that time in my life. I started fighting more. My aggression became uncontrollable. I stopped hanging out with the friends that I knew for years and found another group of friends that were more my speed. My new crew and I started running shit in the streets. My father couldn’t control me, so he started molding me to channel my talents to serve him better. When I was seventeen, I began working for Pops. By the time that I was twenty-two, I was my father’s head enforcer. Darrell and Hugo were part of my crew back then. They were my Lieutenants, men that I trusted with my life. We invoked fear in anyone that no one ever thought about going against my father. When Lincoln came to the family, the fear went to new heights.

When Lincoln arrived on Pops’ doorstep, I knew he was different. He was quiet for a while, learning all that he could. He was very observant. I could tell that we were alike in many ways; hard-headed, aggressive, and mean. He and I never said much of anything to each other. Instead, we sized each other silently, knowing that there would be a fight between us soon. There could be only one alpha amongst us, and I was determined for that person to be me.

I didn’t know at the time, but Lincoln had serious family trust issues. His family didn’t have a clue on how to handle him. Instead of getting to know their son and brother, they kept him at arm’s length. When he got into that shit with his formal employer, they turned their backs on him. They didn’t give a shit that he was exonerated; they still treated him like shit. That was the last draw for him, and he decided to come to the dark side.

He wasn’t trusting of us at first. It took a minute, but I saw something in his eyes that told me that he knew he was right where he belonged.

I will say at first that Eddie thought Lincoln was refreshing. He felt as if he could control Lincoln. Let me tell you, watching him parade around like he was running shit, throwing orders at Lincoln, was funny as hell. If you let Lincoln tell it, Eddie hated him the first day that he came to the house. That wasn’t true. Eddie’s hatred for Lincoln manifested on the third day after he arrived at our doorstep.

On the third night, Eddie and I decided to take Lincoln out for some drinks. We wanted to welcome him officially into the family. You know, break him in to see what he was made of. Admittedly, Eddie and I had two different objectives for taking Lincoln out. Eddie wanted to show Lincoln what it meant to be a part of our family, to understand the pecking order. My goal was to test Lincoln. I wanted to know what kind of man he was. I wanted to know if that evilness that I saw in his eyes was true or just a front. As I mentioned, at the time, I had no desire to be in charge. I was doing my thing backing up my father’s interests. I just wanted to know if I could count on Lincoln to do the same.

So, there we were; playing pool, drinking, and minding our own business. Yet, Eddie, at this time, thought he was next in line to lead the family. It didn’t matter where we were, he walked around as if he was running shit. That night he was doing his usual, walking around with his chest poked out. What made my day was seeing that Lincoln wasn’t buying what Eddie was selling. The look of distrust was evident on Lincoln’s face that night and he never lost it after that day. Eddie couldn’t tell what was happening, that he was losing Lincoln, but I did. I also saw the perfect opportunity to test my theory when six rather large clueless idiots approached us. They were tired of waiting around until our pool game was finished. They thought they had a couple of bitches in us, and they wanted our table.

I started toward the idiots to handle the situation. Eddie, however, decided he would take over. I didn’t argue and neither did Lincoln. We stood silently behind Eddie as his chest puffed out authoritatively. He kept saying shit like, “You don’t want trouble over here. You best be smart, shut your mouth and keep moving.”

I will say it looked as if it was working. They seemed to believe Eddie had some balls until… well… until I decided it was time to end this talking bullshit. I didn’t have time for this. I knew Lincoln didn’t either. I felt it. Therefore, I threw a bottle, hitting one of the idiots right on his forehead.

I’ll tell you, popping Lincoln’s cherry was fun as hell. It was a sight to uphold. Man, just thinking about that night riled me up.

Lincoln and I beat the shit out of anyone that stepped up to us. We didn’t hold back. We got bloody, and we fought dirty and without prejudice. Most importantly, we had each other’s back. It didn’t matter that we didn’t know each other. We were family. He learned that I had no problem starting shit when necessary and that I knew how to back up my shit. I had also learned that Lincoln was a fucking beast.

Eddie never got the chance to prove himself to Lincoln. Apparently, he wasn’t ready for the brawl that I started. Unfortunately, for him, his face first met someone’s fist, then it met the floor seconds into the fight.

The bond between Lincoln and I started that night, and it grew from there. His presence also pushed me towards my destiny. I didn’t need to be the enforcer anymore. It was time for me to step into my role in this family. My father knew that, between my brother and me, I would be the one to carry us. I didn’t care either way at first. As I learned more and more about this life and all it took to lead it, I realized that I was born for this.