G-Men: The Series (23 page)

There it was: bam! How fucking stupid had I been once again? Chicks will fucking burn you every damn time they get a chance. Fuck that! Fuck her!

“Slate, are you okay?”

Emerald had seen that I was zoning out on this piece of information she’d just shared. I’d shaken off my rush of emotions, burying them back inside of me, where they would stay safe and quiet once again, maybe forever this fucking time.

“Yeah, I get it. Emerald, do me a favor, will you?”

“If I can.”

“If you should ever see Sunny again, will you pass this along for me?”

She nodded.

“Lean closer then. I don’t want anyone else hearing this but you.”

She had hesitantly leaned in closer so that I could whisper exactly what I wanted her to tell Sunny if she ever had the opportunity to do so. I swear to God, I’d never realized black people could blush. I’d been fairly certain that Emerald had.

“Got that?”

She had nodded slowly, indicating ‘yes.’

“Take care, Emerald.”

I brushed it all from my mind now. What good did it do to dwell on the past? Sunny was definitely filed away there.

She joined the ranks of ‘poor judgment on my part’ experiences. Hell, what was that old saying? ‘What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger’? I had the strength of Hercules these days. I was done with distractions like that. I had club business to take care of, which had to take priority over fickle chicks.

Just then, I heard someone knocking on my door. I pulled the blind up. Speak of the fucking devil.

“What’s up, Garnet? Did I invite you over and forget about it?”

“Don’t be like that, Slate,” she gushed, trying to be all flirtatious with me. “It hurts my feelings that you aren’t happy to see me. I figured you just might be feeling lonely these days, you know?”

“Well I’m not,” I lied. I had no desire to be with another chick just yet, and definitely not with Garnet…ever.

“Our relationship seems like a one way deal,” she whined, walking into my living room and tossing her jacket on the couch.

She was dressed in jeans so fucking tight they looked like they were painted on her. Her top wasn’t much different, pushing her tits up so high you could almost see the nipples. Her body didn’t do it for me, not like Sunny’s could. Fuck! There I was again, thinking of Sunny.

“So, Slate baby,” Garnet crooned, “what say I help fill the void that Diamond left?”

As if you ever could, you low-life clap-trap.

She was all up on me now, her titties rubbing against my bare chest, her fingers trying to dip underneath the waistband of my jeans. It was damn-near pathetic.

I wriggled free of her and turned away. That pissed her off monumentally.

“What? You don’t think I’m good enough for you, Slate? I’m better than Diamond could ever fucking be! Maybe I just won’t hear things anymore and let you know. Then you wouldn’t be so high and mighty in the OMC would you?”

I wasn’t in the mood for Garnet’s shit. I already regretted opening the door for her, but she did have a point, unfortunately.

“What the fuck do you want from me, Garnet?” I asked, not bothering to hide my exasperation.

“Your cock.”

Holy Christ! She isn’t making any boners about it either. Oh hell - why not?

I turned back around to face her, placing my hands on her shoulders. I pushed her down in front of me so that she was on her knees.

She fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, eager to spring my cock free. It took her all of a nanosecond. God damn, she did want it bad.

I closed my eyes pretending that it wasn’t Garnet’s lips and tongue on my prick. I wanted it to be Sunny’s. Sunny’s full, beautiful lips taking the length of me into her sweet mouth; Sunny’s soft moans as she kissed, licked and made it hers. I heard soft moans, only they weren’t coming from Sunny - they were coming from Garnet and it wasn’t even close.

I peered down at her from beneath my eyelashes. Damn! She was going to town. The girl kind of liked giving blow jobs.

“Umm, Slate, your cock’s the best. It’s so fucking hard and huge.”

Yeah, yeah; just suck it, bitch.

“I sure would like to see how that bad boy feels inside of me.”

“It
is
inside of you, Garnet.”

“You know what I mean. Inside my pussy.”

No fucking way…

“Maybe next time. I’d like to finish this way.”

“Mmmm, okay. I want to taste your cum anyway. I bet you have quite a load to give.”

I wasn’t too sure about that. I’d been on a marathon jack-off bender since Sunny had left. I only jacked-off when I thought about her, which was once, twice, or a dozen times a day. My fucking hands were blistered up good.

For now, I focused on my nut. I closed my eyes again, rocking back and forth on my heels as Garnet put her suction into overdrive. At least I was able to give my hands a rest as I thought about Sunny.

Damn, this was feeling good. I felt the familiar throbbing of my cock as I was ready to blow. I heard my own moans as my release was ready to explode. Garnet was ready and waiting for me to fill her mouth with my warm cum.

I timed it perfectly. Just as I was ready to spew, I pulled my dick from her mouth and released my climax. Warm, salty cum squirted out of me and onto her face, hitting her hair, eyes, cheeks and chin. She squeezed her eyelids shut, screeching as the salty liquid burned her eyeballs. Her hands flew up immediately, trying to rub where it burned, making it worse.

“You fucked up son-of-a-bitch! Why the hell did you do that?”

She was flipping out; totally furious with me. She blindly got to her feet, staggering into the kitchen to rinse her eyes and face off with cold water at the sink. I calmly put my cock back into my pants and zipped up.

“Hey, Garnet, I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“Accident my ass! You’ve got issues, Slate.”

Oh, really?

She was slowly calming down as she was able to rinse the stinging, salty cum from her eyes. She had a dish towel, patting her skin dry.

She grabbed her jacket from the couch, shooting me dirty fucking looks.

“You know, I’ve covered your ass more than once. I didn’t deserve that just now. See if I cover for you again, you bastard!”

She started for the door. I was right behind her as she flung it open and started down the outside staircase. I was barefoot still, only wearing jeans. Spring was here, but it was still pretty chilly. I finally caught up with her halfway down the steps, grabbing her arm, and whirling her around to face me.

“What in the hell are you talking about?” I asked, glaring down at her.

“I’ll fucking tell you what I’m talking about. Some bitch named Susan was nosing around a couple months back. She was asking a whole lot of questions about your precious
Diamond.
I figured her old man was somehow involved. So here I am, wanting to make sure that no harm came to you because I liked you, Slate. I really did. I thought you fucking liked me, too. I told the bitch Diamond was with Slash; that they’re real tight and have been for a while. I pointed her in the wrong direction, just to save your ass from the drama,” she spat.

Now I totally felt like a piece of shit. I wasn’t sure who this Susan was, but if she was nosing around about Sunny, it couldn’t be good.

I pulled Garnet close, giving her a hug. “I’m sorry, Garnet, I really am. It’s just all about Diamond right now.”

She nodded her head that was now buried against my bare chest. The sound of tires screeching from the curb across the street caused my head to snap up and look over.

A blue Accord peeled out from where it’d been parked and sped past to the corner, it hadn’t bothered to make a full stop at the sign. It hung a fast right and disappeared from sight. I could’ve sworn the passenger had long, streaky brown hair. It could’ve been Sunny’s twin.

^{chapter 27}

It had been a month since Jack had blackened my eye and broke things off with Slate on my behalf. I now knew what it felt like to be a prisoner in my own home, and paranoid to wander from it.

The week between the incident and Lindsey coming home for spring break had proven to be extremely tense. Jack hadn’t let me out of his sight. He’d destroyed my phone, of course, and what was worse, he’d locked the office which had our desktop computer in it so that I could not access it. He’d kept our wireless landline phone next to him at all times, even when it was on the charger.

Becky had called once and he’d told her I was in bed with the flu. He told her I’d get back with her just as soon as I felt up to it.

If I balked or challenged him with anything, he held up the cell phone that contained the video recording of my dance for Susan. It was extremely provocative, proof that he wasn’t bluffing. There was no way in hell that I wanted my daughter to see it. I didn’t care so much about my parents, but not my Lindsey.

The ten days that Lindsey had been home for spring break had been filled with family activities. I was never out of Jack’s sight. When I was, I was with Lindsey doing some pre-arranged thing that Jack had set up. He’d kept my Mercedes remote in his pocket so that I couldn’t arbitrarily leave to go on an errand.

When Lindsey and I would go somewhere, he invariably called me back on the pretense of him not getting his kiss from me. He’d then whisper a reminder of what would happen, should I stray from the plan.

“You and Daddy seem closer than ever,” Lindsey had remarked with a smile. “I’m so glad, Mom.”

“Yes, he’s been home for a while,” I replied.

I’d kissed Lindsey at the airport as she headed back to Ithaca to school. I hugged her tightly, not wanting her to leave me alone with the monster that was both my husband and her father.

“Don’t cry, Mom. The semester will be over before you know it. I’ll be home for the summer and you’ll be sick and tired of me before fall semester starts.”

“I doubt that very much, baby girl,” I’d sobbed. She was so precious to me. I loved her so much.

The following week after Lindsey had returned to college, Jack remained at home. He’d spent hours upon hours in the office on the computer. He had multiple hushed conversations with someone that I could only presume was his right-hand bitch/nark, Susan.

I’d spent my time cleaning, cooking, and working out in the yard, since it was time for spring clean-up. I had no means of communication unless Jack allowed it.

He’d allowed me to call Becky a couple of times. She had wondered what in the hell had happened to my cell phone. I had lied, telling her it went through the laundry and I was waiting on a replacement. Jack would sit right there while I was on the phone, listening.

He created a world of paranoia for me with each passing day, leading me to believe that, even when he did hit the road again, there would still be eyes and ears on me no matter where I went, or what I did. It was a mind-game of huge proportions. It was working.

I called Becky from my land line the day after Jack left to go back on the road.

“Hello stranger,” she laughed when she answered the phone.

“Hi, Bec. You busy?”

“Just the usual shit: cleaning, laundry - stuff like that, why?”

“I just thought it’d be nice to have lunch or something. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”

“Is something wrong, Sam?”

“No, not at all,” I lied, figuring Jack was likely tapping the phone. “I just feel cooped up. I’d like to get out for a bit now that it’s starting to warm up.”

“Okay, I’m game. Where do you want to meet?”

Uh oh.

Jack had installed some type of GPS in the Mercedes where he could tell where I traveled and how long I stayed. I didn’t want to fuck with it.

“Could you pick me up, Bec? I misplaced my remote to the car. I don’t feel like tearing the house apart looking for it at the moment.”

“Sure,” she said. I breathed an inaudible sigh of relief. This paranoia was crippling. “Be there in about thirty, how does that sound?”

“Perfect.”

I took a quick shower, putting my long-tressed, brunette wig on over my own hair. I was ready by the time I heard Becky’s Accord out front honking. I hurried outside and got into the car.

“Nice hair,” she commented wryly. “Are you going incognito for a reason?”

I was ready to let the tears roll. Becky saw it.

“What the hell is wrong?”

I immediately burst into tears. “Just drive, please? Get us the hell out of here. Jack could have cameras or a fucking tracking satellite on me for all I know.”

She drove the car out of our drive and down the road about a half-mile before she pulled over and turned off the ignition. She turned to face me; her face was serious and concerned.

“For the love of Christ, Samantha, what’s going on?”

I told her everything in between my sobs and bouts of hysteria. She looked at me as if she thought I’d gone off of the deep end. If Becky didn’t believe my paranoia was warranted, who else would?

“You need to get in touch with your parents.”

“I can’t, don’t you see? If I do, Jack will ruin my relationship with them, but more importantly, he’ll ruin my relationship with Lindsey,” I wailed, now starting to hyperventilate.