The Tale of the Blood Diamond (19 page)

“Tell me! Train me!” she screamed at him.

He kept on eating her, sucking her clit until her back arched. He slammed her back down, sweeping one arm under her lower back as the other gripped her hip. Her pelvis sprung into his open mouth. He shook his head vigorously back and forth, looking up into her eyes as he made her cum again and again.

“Ohhhh!” Her eyes closed as a piercing scream escaped her. The orgasm loosened her body as he continued to delight her physique. She yanked hard on his hair, eliciting no pain from him. Rising back up, he angrily spread her legs and shoved himself deep inside of her, making her buck and her eyes widen in wonder.

“Tell me!” she repeated, her body moving up and down against the snow white carpet.

You’re fucking beautiful…

“We are under attack,” he answered between thrusts, her breasts jiggling each time he slammed into her.

“An army is coming to assist me. The enemy is planning to take over your planet and if they are stopped, they will attempt to blow the place up before leaving so no one wins. Are you satisfied now? Did that make you feel good?!” he snapped as he bent lower and kissed her tenderly, unlike his manic fucking.

“Not by a long shot,” she spat, clawing at his neck and upper torso. “I accepted what you were a long time ago. I’m accepting that our son is like his father. I’m accepting a lot of shit, but I
won’t
accept sitting on the sidelines! You will train me, Xzion. You will show me how to protect myself, my family!”

“I will not. Stay out of it…uhhh!” He thrust harder.

She bucked against him, meeting his movements. Faster and faster they went, their toned bodies slapping together over and over again. Before he knew it, Jayme had balled her fist and pounded his arm with all of her might. Dared he admit it, the shit stung a bit. She packed a wallop. He grabbed her wrist, still fucking her mightily as she tried to scoot and turn away.

“You overheard me speaking to Aton. You don’t think I know that?” He smirked. “You checked on our son, then came in here, hoping to seduce me with your pussy, knowing I’m addicted to you and in need of a fix. You figured this was prime time to get your way…you sneaky, manipulative woman you!” he scoffed, though he was a bit amused.

Jayme said nothing, merely she looked at him coldly, as indifference was now her new façade to his all-knowing words.

“It is true.”

“I was going to make love to you anyway.”

“That doesn’t negate my point.” He pushed hard into her.

“Ahhhhh! Xzion!” she screeched as he forced his entire cock inside of her, making her feel every inch of the long, thick rod.

“I will train you, Jayme. Not because you tried to trick me, or because I’m getting laid. As you heard, we will have some visitors soon. Now, let me enjoy the rest of this in peace, please! No more talk about it! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!”

She squirmed beneath him as he thrust in and out of her pussy like a piston. He was fucking the shit out of her, and it felt so damned good.

“Uhhhh!” He rose on his hands, making her body bounce rapidly as he took her there. She quaked beneath him, cumming undone, writhing about…and another orgasm gripped her, taking him with her. The woman clawed at his chest; angry, passionate love filled her expression as he, in turn, filled her vessel. He shot deep within her, the cold semen rushing out in rapid fire. “Uhhhh! Uhhh! Shit!” With clenched teeth, he fell down upon her, gasping for air as his body twisted, each muscle jumping under his skin. Soon, he felt the soft, nurturing caress of his beloved on his face and in his hair. He lay between her legs, spent, exhausted — needing her so badly. She breathed a bit fast beneath him, her heart pumping. He heard her swallow as he lay on her chest, his eyes closed, wishing he could just stay like that for a few days straight.

“Xzion,” she said softly. “I love you.” Her voice trembled. “You
have
to let me in; you can’t keep me in the dark. And…you can’t do everything by yourself.”

He didn’t respond. All he could do was hold her a little tighter to him, bunching the fabric of her gown in his taut grip.

“You’re my mate. You aren’t someone I should be training to kill, Jayme.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” She chuckled. “I’ve already had to kill, and I know how to do it
well
.”

The woman had a point. He had hand selected this woman, fastened her to his heart, once he saw how she moved and carried herself. Jayme had the heart of a tiger. She was strong, quick and adept. She was rarely afraid, and that was what attracted him even more to her. If he had to pick a human to help him with such a cause, she was surely the best candidate. She’d been right, and he realized it then. Even though she was his wife, the mother of his child, he could no longer act as if she were the background music to his movie. He had to give her a starring role. He rose slightly and caressed her face with his fingertips.

“Okay, baby. Here is the deal. Tomorrow, you will need to call off from work.”

“Check.” She smirked.

“You are going to see some shit that may frighten you.”

“I doubt it.”

He shook his head.
Reckless Jayme. My Jayme.
“Oh, trust me. You will see some shit that is going to make you pause and react. Try not to scream. Try not to make one sound…” He narrowed his eyes and placed his finger upon her slightly poked out lips.

She kept a stone face, devoid of reaction.

“I have to have a meeting with some…friends. We will keep Zachary with us from here on out until this is over. He must remain in the house. I’m putting him on secure lock down, starting this evening.”

“Understood.”

“You can go to work. We don’t want to make them more suspicious. However, you must come home right away. I will take care of all errands. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Also, I will have two Zarkstormian soldiers with you at all times. Pretend they are there to observe the police force.”

“Will do.”

“I need more sex.”

Jayme burst out laughing. Xzion wasn’t smiling.

“I’m serious. You’ve been doing better, and I know you want it as much as I do, but it still isn’t enough. It makes me feel better, it relaxes me. When I don’t get it often enough, I get short-tempered. Your
love
is what I’m addicted to, by the way, not the sex, but the sex helps the addiction. I need to be able to think clearly. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She laughed louder now. He couldn’t help but smile in response.

“I know it sounds a bit silly, but I’m serious.”

“I know you are; that is what makes it funnier.” She grinned as she lovingly caressed his shoulder. He stood, taking her with him down the hall into their bedroom.

“Let me show you something before we retire for the evening.”

Jayme nodded and kept up the pace with him. Xzion picked up a silver remote, and placed his hand on her thigh to get her to step back. A panel in the floor opened, causing her to gasp and cover her mouth.

“Down there is a small shelter. I had no reason to show you this until now. It also now houses more artillery than you’d ever know what to do with. It is specific for certain alien invasions. Tomorrow, I will take you down there and after tomorrow, your life will no longer be the same.”

He closed the panel, causing the floor to blend perfectly, as if it had never been opened in the first place. Jayme stood there, staring at the spot, while he made his way to the bed and fell against the cool sheets, sighing in relief. After a while, he noticed she hadn’t joined him. He sat up to see her still staring at the floor in utter disbelief.

“What other things are going on in this house that you haven’t told me, Xzion?” Her lips hooked in a half smile with a mischievous veil and her eyes darkened as she examined him. One hand rocked on her pivoting hip.

“Plenty. Now come to bed.” He patted the space beside him, pissed that it was cold and not heated from the warmth of her sexy body. “I want more pussy,” he slurred.

Cackling, she threw her head back as she approached him. She slid beside him, seeming to melt into the folded, crisp white sheets. After turning off the light, he ravished her until she screamed his name a million times throughout the night…

Two light beige rectangular sofas facing one another, framing a gold gated lit fireplace made the contemporary style hotel room feel a bit cozier. Lorenzo didn’t care about cozy when he lounged onto one of the couches and tilted his glass of bourbon a bit towards the floor, as if about to pour out a drop or two for his dead brother. The fire crackled, sending him into a whirlwind of heated thoughts. He’d snapped off the television. There was some breaking news about a huge diamond heist in Russia. Some crazy so-called eyewitness said the thieves broke into the damned place then disappeared into the sky. He’d had enough of that, and turned the thing off.

He coughed and cleared his throat, then ran his finger under his nose as he deliberated over the course of events. Life was a cruel, ruthless bitch who would occasionally throw her victims a piece of slimy fat to chew on for nourishment. In his loneliness the past few days, he felt imprisoned. He didn’t go out; he simply ordered room service, read and kept quiet as the pieces of his plan rolled together like blunts.  No one knew where he was, despite desperate acts to discover his whereabouts. He would pick up his money from a post office box registered under another name. Before he lost his damn mind, Adrianna finally gave him the news he needed — she had all the funds now. She humped her ass off, trying to get him back into the main house and now, he had what the White House employee requested, every cent of it. He sighed as he flopped back in his seat, a satisfied grin on his face. He surmised it was a male version of Monica Lewinksy, a rat holding evidence for a rainy day in order to cash in and get a major prize. Lorenzo went through great pains to come about the information. He’d called the right people, threw on his professional voice — digging deep to make sure this wasn’t a damn set up.

That was the one thing he couldn’t understand about Preacher. He’d allowed himself to trust the men around him way too easily. If he’d screened the situation properly, he would have known that something was different about the man he’d invited into his fold. He had to have. If Preacher had let him come home, none of this would’ve happened. He could have protected his brother, just as he was supposed to. All anyone knew was that the ‘XXX Killer’ was a tall Hispanic guy, but at least that was a starting point.

Preacher had been taken down, just like the rest of the maniac’s victims. What type of man slices another man in half and before leaving the body to rot, burns a symbol into the middle of the victim’s damned forehead? What type of man does that over and over, and doesn’t get caught? It was mind-boggling. Lorenzo figured, much like pimping, the killer was a mind fucker. He was probably charismatic, appeared to be trust worthy. He played roles, acted on a whim, and no one, not even his damn self, knew who he
really
was.

And here everyone was…in a whirlwind of confusion from a spree of strange abductions that had no rhyme and reason and people lying about dead, once a mothafuckin’ ’gin. Just like before, some of the dealers disappeared, but there seemed to be nowhere to run. All over the country, all over the world, people were disappearing into thin air, at the same damn time. Lorenzo had been stuck looking at the news, much against his own reasoning. This was something he rarely did, and in that time, he was quickly educated on just how fucked up the situation was. Centipede was right. Something was definitely going on. He
didn’t believe the president. The man stood there in that press conference assuring the American people that this was no terrorist attack. Oh, it most certainly was.

Lorenzo sighed and pulled a cigarette out of the box from his pocket. He glanced toward the jumping flames of the fireplace and rolled further down the bumpy road of his thought processes. He wasn’t a conspiracy theorist by nature, but he liked to think, figure stuff out. He’d always been that way. He had to be. He was constantly aware of his surroundings and would study people closely — as if it were a game he was too afraid to lose. There was a rhythm to these killings and abductions. He could sense it.

None of the victims appeared to have anything in common, but America, several countries in Africa and Russia were being hit the hardest. He sat up with a map on his phone, looking at the areas, dissecting the information. He had nothing but time, so he utilized it. The ‘XXX’ Killer was behind this — of that, he had no doubt — but the man couldn’t be in two places at one time. Some of the killings and abductions were happening literally minutes after one another, so he obviously had help. The majority of these people reported dead or missing were not drug dealers; not that he was aware of, anyway.

However, all of the countries, with the exception of America, had highly sought after natural resources. The most essential and sought after were diamonds. Being a lover of the finer things in life, Lorenzo always wanted to know the history of the things he coveted. He understood what it took to find a diamond, and to turn that rock into something real. He was not an overly flashy dresser, but he did enjoy these things immensely. He couldn’t figure out the angle, though. Why would the ‘XXX Killer’ be after diamond rich areas and why was he back in the United States? The U.S. was not the ideal place for diamond mining. But nevertheless, the man was here all right; the D.C. informant said he had proof.