Pepper went to
Sooky’s and had a couple of beers. He thought about Michelle, wondering what
she was doing. He dismissed it and pulled out his cell phone.
”Yo bro? What you
doing?”
”Hey Pepper, man.
Long time no speak.”
He scowled. “Donnie
we just talked a couple days ago. Jeez. Meet me at Sookie’s and I’ll buy you a
beer.”
“Alright. I’ll be
there in ten.”
Donnie looked bad.
It was pretty obvious that he was using. If big Don saw that shit Donnie would
be wearing cement boots. Son or no son, Don didn't play around when it came to
his employee’s using.
Pepper found
himself thinking grimly that if Donnie wanted so badly to walk in Pepper’s
footsteps, then he should have never started using. For the first time ever, Pepper felt what it
was to be Donnie; pathetic man wanting to be something else and not
appreciating what he did have; a mother, a father and a legacy—whether it was
good or bad it was his. Under the circumstances, Pepper didn’t feel very
sympathetic.
Especially when
five years ago he had taken the fall for a murder that he hadn’t done. Donnie
had committed the crime but somehow it was Pepper going to jail for it and his
father asking him to take five for the family.
“You know,” Pepper
said after Donnie’s third beer. “I’ve been looking around. It’s pretty
interesting.”
"What's
interesting?"
"That you're
still alive."
Donnie blanched.
"What? You’re the one that said Charlie Blue doesn’t want a blood war.
What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can’t sell out Daddy. He would have my
balls! I tried to tell the old fucker to cut Charlie Blue in on the action and
let him have Over the River but he kept saying that he wasn’t giving anybody
outside The Family a cut! That stupid mother fucker is going to get me killed
because he wants to hold on to a piece of land! It’s bullshit!”
Pepper ignored the
looks that they were getting. “Don’s not going to cut Charlie in. So if you’re
not going to hand over the territory to him then we need to think of another
way to save your ass. The thing is that they all see you as weak.”
Don scowled. They
see my white ass and don’t know me from a hole in the wall. They look at you;
you’re one of them-”
“Stop being stupid
about race. You being white has nothing to with it. Look at Don. He’s white and
they give him his respect. It’s because you are weak, Donnie. You don’t have
any street creds, no kills. The only thing you got is a rep for bath salts and
stealing pussy from strippers! The only kill you have is that drug dealer you
took out but everyone thinks I did it.”
Donnie thought
about it. “You think I should take out someone else?”
Pepper bit back his
comment that he wanted him to do time for him again? Instead he said; “You
could always take credit for the kill.”
“Are you crazy? I
don’t even think about that, Pepper.”
“You better start
using what you got. You can’t afford to sit on your ass hoping this shit will
disappear! You’re going to have to do something!”
Donnie didn’t
speak. Pepper watched him quietly before turning back to his beer.
“No, that probably
wouldn’t work anyways. Everyone will think you’re just trying to ride off my
coat tails and take credit for something I did.
Besides, that will just make me look like a bitch…”
“Ride off your coat
tails?! I offed that two-bit drug dealer and I stomped him! He was a bad ass-”
“Keep your voice
down!”
Donnie’s eyes were
alit with fire but he lowered his voice. “He wasn’t badder than me, was he? In
the end I was the badass!”
“Well it doesn’t
mean shit if no one saw it and can vouch for it. Mother fuckers always trying
to create bullshit to make themselves look good. But how you know its true is
when it doesn’t come from them—but somebody else.”
Donnie seemed in
deep thought. Pepper stood up. “Wait. Where are you going?”
“To take a leak.”
When Pepper
returned Donnie had taken some time to think. “What do you know about Tre who
rolls with the Fourth Street boys?”
“I know that he is
a two bit hood and dealer. That’s where you’ve been scoring from, isn’t it?”
Donnie nodded.
“Yeah. He ain’t connected and it won’t get back to Don.”
“He was stealing
milk money when I got sent up. I’m assuming he’s progressed since then?”
“He has a good
little hustle; a few hoes some dope. But he was there when I took out Markiff.” Pepper’s brow lifted. Pepper hadn’t known any
of these details. Back then before he was sentenced, Donnie was playing stupid.
Now he was talkative; now that it was his ass that was on the line.
“What’s kept him
quiet all this time?”
“I told him that
Big Don would kill him and everyone he knows.”
“I guess you better
un-tell him.”
The next day when
Pepper went to the club he spent most of the day in the office doing payroll
and other administrative duties. He was absorbed in the books when there was a
knock on the door.
Michelle poked head
inside. “Hey Pepper. You busy?” He closed the ledger.
”No. Come in.” She
closed the door behind her.
”I wanted to show
you something.”
”What?”
She smiled widely. He
noticed instantly. The wires were gone from her teeth.
”So soon? Is your
jaw okay?”
The pleasure left
her eyes as she briefly looked away. “Yeah. My jaw is fine.”
”What’s wrong,
Michelle?”
She smiled then.
"Nothing."
She was dressed for
her set in a leather miniskirt and a leather bra with thigh high boots.
"Have you
already done your set?”
”Yeah. Just
finished.”
”Let me buy you
something to eat. Something you can actually bite into.”
”Okay.”
She smiled again
and the sadness almost disappeared. Almost.
Pepper ordered them
hamburgers and French fries and then cheesecake for dessert.
Michelle ate
enthusiastically. “I haven’t had solid food in forever.”
Pepper watch her
eat heartily. “Is it good?” he chuckled.
”Very good. Thank
you.”
” Jaw doesn't
hurt?"
"Not at all. I
had a good time last night. I haven't had a platonic sleepover in years."
"Me neither.
Well, actually I shared a cell so…”
Her eyes lost some
of its light. ”Pepper? What was jail like?”
“Bad. Prison is not
jail, though. I was in prison and that is dog eat dog.”
"Is it too
painful to talk about?"
"It's not
something you would want to know. Not really. I've seen men bent over backwards
and beg for their manhood. I’ve seen young boys turned into animals, fathers
and husbands made into prostitutes. Prisons make animals.”
“I’m sorry. You
fared okay, though. Didn’t you?”
"I met some
people in jail that told me how to work the system, so I did. I got a GED, a
couple of degrees, and read a lot of
books.”
Michelle sighed.
“Damn Pepper. You weren’t kidding when you said you worked the system.”
"I’ve been
waiting all my life for someone to get me out of the system. They only got me
in deeper."
"Your
father?"
"My father and
mother."
"You never
talked about your mom.”
"There's
nothing to say. She lived fast, died young and left me and my brothers and
sisters to make it on our own."
"You have
other brothers and sisters?”
”A lot. Some from
my dad, some from my mom. Anyways, she
died when I was young. I went to my dad, and here I am now."
"Your life in
a nutshell."
Pepper smiled.
“I’ll give you my memoires.”
"I read
down." She looked at him sadly.
"What's wrong,
Michelle? Really."
"I didn't get
my period."
He watched her
speechless. “What? But don’t they have a morning after pill?”
"I didn't go
to the doctor, remember? I didn't want to do a police report."
Pepper sighed in
frustration. Michelle mistook it for irritation at her.
”Well what was I
supposed to do? Start an investigation? Have Donnie put a hit on me?” She stood
up and stormed out of the lounge.
“Hey!” He chased
after her. “I’m not blaming you!” He grabbed her arm to stop her from running
away. “Michelle! Stop! I know this isn’t your fault, okay.”
She looked at him
trembling. “What am I going to do, Pepper? I can’t have an abortion. I don’t
want to raise Donnie’s child. I don’t want my body to be fucked for nine
months! I have to start this internship. But I don’t believe in aborting an
innocent child! I don’t want to do that!”
“Okay, honey, you
don’t have to. No one is going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“Why did this have
to happen to me?” She cried against his chest. He pulled her into his arms and
grit his teeth in anger. In that second he could see Donnie dead. It would make
his life so much better…but death was too easy for Donnie.
He thought about
his brothers and sisters—many of which were products of rape. In jail he’d had
time to think about the face of his mother and the hate he felt began to
disappear. How could she spread her legs for someone right after being
brutalized? He couldn’t understand that until much later. Much later he
realized that she did what a lot of victims did; they pretended that it wasn’t
happening. She wasn’t the person that had been born to her mother and father.
She was just a husk; a shell.
He sighed.
"It's going to be okay. I'm going to be there for you. You won't have to
do this alone."
He felt her nod her
head. “Donnie’s going to be gone in just a few days. I promise.”
She looked up
suddenly. “What are you going to do? Pepper, please just leave it alone.”
”Michelle, you need
to go home and relax.”
”But I have another
set in a few minutes.”
He led her back
into the lounge. “Do your set, then go home. You have my cell phone number. If
you need me call me.”
”Butt”
He gave her firm
look. “Donnie’s not getting off easy. He beat you, raped you and probably got
you pregnant. My time in prison was courtesy of my brother. I got sent up for a
murder rap that I didn’t commit!” Pepper dropped his hands from Michelle
because the look of fear in her eyes pained him.
"You know, all
of my life I've had to see that same look you have in your eyes. If I can help
it, you’ll never have it again. I couldn’t take it away from my mom, but I
won’t let you have it too.”
He walked away.
"Pepper!"
She followed him to his car. "Don't go." He ignored her and got in.
"Pepper! Please…" his mouth went dry.
Years before those
had been his mother’s last words. A trick had run out of the house and Pepper
had hurried into his mother’s room. She was sprawled on her bed with several
stab wounds to her torso and he remembered the sight of her life blood coating
the mattress. She looked at him and said; “Pepper. Please…”
He shuttered and
shook his head and then look at Michelle. "I'm sorry. Michelle, I'm sorry.
What do you want me to do?"
"Take me home,
hold me in your arms.”
They look at each
other. “Hold you?”
"Love
me."
His mouth grew even
more dry. "Loving you wouldn't be hard for me. But loving me, can you do
that?"
Michelle's face
off. "How can I not? Will you wait for me while I get my things? I’ll be
right out. I’ll be right out.”
“I’ll be here.”
When she left pepper closed his eyes. Where was he going with this? Kitten the
stripper; possible mother to his brother’s unborn baby.
He had never wanted
to live his adulthood as he’d lived his childhood. But he couldn’t continue to
delude himself. He was feeling something for this woman. Michelle was educated,
technically a virgin…and yes, he could see himself falling for her.
He knew that
despite recent events, she was not going to end up a victim of the ghetto and
he was proud of that; proud of her. He wanted to love someone like that but
more importantly he wanted to talk to her and laugh with her and to know her.
"I'm
back." He opened his eyes and smile.
Pepper and Michelle
went to her place where she led him directly to her bedroom.
“I’m going to
change. Be right back.”
“Michelle?”
”Yeah?”
”Can I take off my
pants? Do you care?”
She smiled. “That’s
fine.”
When she left the
room Pepper stripped down to his boxer briefs, laying his clothes neatly across
her rocker.
He pulled the
comforter down and climbed into the bed lying on top of the blankets and
sheets. A few moments later Michelle came out of the bathroom wearing a T-shirt
and black panties, her hand mysteriously behind her back.
Pepper has seen her
in less. But somehow this turned him on instantly.
She stood at the
bed and watched him. “I…uh…like your underwear,” she said hoarsely.
Pepper smiled.
“Thanks.” He patted the bed next to him.
She climbed into it
I’ll awkwardly because of the thing she was hiding behind her back. With a grin
she showed him a brush.
”Can I? “
Pepper cracked up.
He removed the ponytail holder from his hair and shook out his long hair.
Michelle came up
behind him on her knees and he glanced down at two mahogany knees on either
side of him. Good he was imagining her core pressed against the small of his
back. He closed his eyes and tied to get rid of the image. His tight briefs left
little room for inconspicuous arousal.
“Oh God! Your hair
is so silky. What did you do to it?”
"I went to the
barber and have a long drive."
Michelle froze and
he looked over his shoulder at her.
"You paid
someone to do this for you? Pepper? Come over here whenever you want it done.”
He wasn’t paying attention to her words. He reached out and stroked her hair
and then her face.
He came up on his
knees facing her and stroked her throat then her shoulders.
Michelle side and
let her fingertips touched his tattooed biceps.
“Your arms are
so…hard,” she murmured. It wasn’t the only thing, he thought. Michelle ran her
fingertips over his chest. She hesitated at his nipples. Gently she grazed him
with her nails.
“How does that
feel?”
His breath caught
in his throat. “Good.” He licked his lips and leaned in to kiss her. Women, he
thought, probably kissed each other softly, sweetly, so he made sure to do it
aggressively, sensually.
Immediately Michelle
groaned. He pulled her close until their bodies molded to each other. He
reached under her shirt and clutched her ass. He was much slower when he pulled
her against his erection. Careful. He had to be careful. He didn’t want to
scare her. But he wanted her so badly.
Slowly he pulled
away.
She looked at him
confused. He leaned forward and kissed her being more gentler. He slid his
tongue into her mouth the way he wanted to slide his cock into her. He teased
her mercilessly until she panted.
“I want to…touch
you.” She said against his lips.
Pepper lay back
against his haunches. Michelle's lips were swollen from the kiss, her lids
hooded sensually. He knew that he didn’t look much different.
Boldly she reached
out and touched the hardness in his underwear. Her fingers traced the outline
of his erection.
Pepper shivered and
was surprised to feel himself grow even harder.
Michelle gasped.
“Are you
okay?" He asked.
"Can I see
you?"
He climbed out of
bed and slipped out of his underwear. His penis jutted upwards to his
bellybutton and he prayed that it didn’t scare her. He studied her eyes. She seemed anything but
afraid. Boldly she climbed out of bed and swept off her shirt. She watched him
carefully, noting his every intake of breath. She pulled off her panties
instant close to him.
Pepper swallowed.
"You're beautiful."
"You
are." She said.
He took her hand
and placed them on his penis. She didn’t stroke him like a virgin.
“Slow…slow. Yesss,”
he hissed. “Ohhh, fuck. Okay, you might want to stop now.”
Michelle lowered
her hands. “I’m sorry. Too fast?”
He put his hand
over hers and replaced it. "I'll show you how I like it. Every man is
different. Slow with me. Like this. Long strokes. Sometimes harder; oh yes. You
can squeeze. Harder. Ow!” He smiled suddenly. “I’m just kidding.”
Michelle canceled.
She put one hand into Pepper’s hair, the other she kept firmly planted where he
had placed it. She leaned in and delivered another amazing kiss.
Gently Pepper
removed her hand in order to pull her taut against him. He caressed her ass and
slowly rotated his pelvis against her. Michelle’s mouth and her eyes blinked.
She threw her head back and moaned.
”Do you want me in
you?”
”Oh God, yes.”
He swept her into
his arms and her eyes widened as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She
seemed surprised and he smirked to himself. Score
one for the men. He held her a bit longer, wanting her to remember what it
was like to be with a man. He finally lowered her to the bed and then covered
her body with his own.
”Are you okay?” She
nodded. Gently he rubbed himself against her soft core until he felt her thighs
tremble and whimpers began to slip from her lips. Then he slid himself into
her.
”Oh,” she moaned.
When she was sure that she was okay he slowly began to move in and out. It felt
amazing but after a moment he realized that she was no longer moving with him.
”Are you okay?”
”I don’t know.” He
thought she was crying. Instantly he wanted to pull out of her and hold her in
his arms. Instead he lowered his mouth to her breasts. He nuzzled her nipples,
drawing one and then the other into his mouth, prodding and teasing with his
tongue.
He could hear her
moaning. Again he began to move in and out of her. She raised her knees and he
felt her body quivering as he went deeper into her.
Somehow that
movement sent him over the edge.
”Baby, are you
ready to come? I’m going to pull out-”
Michelle clutched
his arms. “Faster.”
“Ah…” Pepper pumped
faster.
“PEPPER!”
He clenched his
teeth trying to allow her to ride her orgasm to the end, but her gyrations and
moans made it difficult. Finally she slowed and then came to an exhausted stop.
Pepper pulled
himself out of her and his orgasm was quick and powerful. He made sure to aim
at her belly so as not to mess her blankets. He wondered if the sight of his
semen splashed against her dark skin would excite or disgust her. He got his
answer when she brought her fingers down to trail along the pearly essence. She
brought her fingertip up to her mouth and licked it.
He watched her
face. “What does it taste like?”
She gave him a
questioning look. “You don’t know?”
“Oh I know.”
Her brow quirked
up. “How do you know?”
“This is how I
know.” He leaned over her and kissed and
lapped at her lips.
~***~
The two showered
together while Michelle asked him questions after question from how often can
you do it? Can you pee with an erection? Can you have an orgasm without
ejaculating? What does it feel like to get hit in the balls?
He answered all of
her questions patiently--and a little amused.
“Let me ask you a
question. Was it like you thought it would be?”
Her eyes gleamed.
“More. It was different. I just…didn’t know it would be so different.”
"What do you
mean?"
"The orgasm.
There's a clitoral orgasm, and now I see that there is a vaginal one." He
pulled her wet body against his.
”What you want to
do now?”
”Oh God, Pepper.
Don’t ask me that. Then you’ll know how much of a freak I really am.”
“Lord have mercy.”
The next morning
the pair lay exhausted in each others arms after a night of engaging in every
fantasy that Michelle had ever had involving a penis including those that
Pepper himself had never entertained.
”Pepper, baby-” she
murmured.
“I don’t have
anymore body fluids.” He interrupted.
She chuckled I wasn’t
going to ask you for sex--yet.” She sighed. “What did you mean when you said
that Donnie set you up for murder you didn’t commit?”
Pepper looked at
her seriously. "Michelle, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but
that's a dangerous topic. The less you know well…you know the rest.”
”Pepper, you trust
me don’t you?”
”Baby,” he set up.
“I didn’t mean to make you think it’s a matter of trust.” He twisted his lips.
“Look, I’m not a good guy. By no means am I trying to make you believe IM. But
there is a cold among these, as corny as it sounds. Donnie killed a two bit
pusher and it was dirty. The man was too cracked out to defend himself and
Donnie kicked to death and then robbed him.”
Michelle didn’t
flinch. Pepper licked his lips and continued.
”My job was to
maintain compliance. A smart man builds his reputation fast and furious. There
were fistfights, knife fights and gunfights. Sometimes people lived and
sometimes they died. But the game was played by mutual agreement. Right now, I could be lying in a grave instead of
them. I understood the risks and I was willing to take them. But I never laid
in wait for anyone. The playing field was even.” Pepper looked into the
distance aware that he was trying to validate his actions.
”Donnie fucked up
and came running to me to clean it up. And I did it because that’s what I do
best. That’s how I got busted.” He looked at her hard. “Somehow my finger
prints were found on a pair of sunglasses found with the body. My sunglasses.
Only thing is I wasn’t wearing sunglasses that day.”
Michelle gasped.
“My god…your brother?”
Pepper grimaced.
“Donnie’s not my family. He’s just a fucked up man fathered by the same
individual.”
“Did you ever
confront him about it?”
“I don’t need to.”
Gently he pushed her away and stood. “I’m going to pee.”
When he returned to
the bedroom Michelle politely changed the subject.
They enjoyed the
rest of the day in each othe’rs company. By evening, though, Pepper had to part
company from her.
On the drive home
he turned on his cell phone. He had a number of messages; two were from Bonita
wanting to see him. And jackpot, the second was from Donnie.
He called him back.
“What’s up, bro?”
“Yo, Pep. You at
home?”
“On my way.”
“I’ll meet you
there.”
Donnie was waiting
in his car when Pepper pulled up. They slapped fists. Pepper looked at his
younger brother, searching for the smallest bit of love. He felt empty.
“You talk to Tre?”
He asked.
“Yeah. Last night.”
“Is he going to
spread the word for you?”
“Doing it as we
speak.”
“Good deal. Come on
in, man. Sit down. I don’t have any liquor.” Why buy it when he managed a club
hat served anything he could want?
“Man, you should
drop some of this X. It’s a good high, brother.”
“Yeah it’s a good
way for me to get sent back to the pen. I’ll pass.”
Donnie reached into
his pocket for a miniature pill box and he dry swallowed the little white
tablet.
“Man, you don’t
know what you’re missing. Good high. Make you want to fuck.”
Pepper’s lip
twitched and he gave him a prophetic look. “That shit is going to get you
fucked.”
That night before
going to work Pepper stopped at a pay phone and made a call.
“Hello, police. I
need to report some information, but I don’t want to reveal my name. It has to
do with a drug deal.”
~***~
At the club Bucky
nudged him in the ribs. "You notice how Kitten’s been watching you?" They
were short on bouncers so Pepper was helping out at the private rooms. “I think
you got her nose open.”
Pepper smiled and
Bucky gave him a knowing look. "I was wondering when you would give into
temptation. Man, nobody can work here for long without testing the
merchandise.”
Pepper ‘s cell
phone rang before he could respond.
”This is Pepper.”
”Pepper! What the
hell is wrong with Donnie?!” It was Jay.
Pepper turned to
Bucky. "I'll be right back." He headed to the office.
"What are you
talking about?"
"Donnie’s
going around telling people that he killed Markiff!”
Pepper paused.
"Really?"
"Yeah, really.
Is he on crack?!"
"He's telling
people he did it?" Pepper feigned surprise.
Jay continued. “He said
that he and Tre were copping from Markiff. Supposedly Donnie was fucked up and
started pushing the guy around. Then he took all of his shit and stomped him.”
Pepper knew why
Donnie stomped. It had been the one thing that he had done that Donnie had
admired so much. Pepper paced.
“There’s no way
that’s true. Do you want to know what he told me? Five years ago he told me
that Tre stomped Markiff and he just stood back and watched.” Pepper lied. “He
told me to help him clean it up because Tre would roll on him if he got
caught.”
“Everybody knows…”
Jay stopped himself, remembering that they were on the telephone. “So somehow
you got it cleaned up and left your sunglasses behind; with your fingerprints?”
“Absolutely.”
“I see.” Jay said
quietly. “You going to tell me what’s going on?”
“You, my friend,
are one of the few that will be able to figure it out all by yourself. But I need
you to do me one last favor.”
“What Pep?”
“Spread the word
that my brother didn’t kill nobody. Tre did, but it’s all cool. I had to
protect my brother from Tre rolling and so I did. But if I find out somebody is
selling drugs to him, I will stomp them.”
Jay sighed in
confusion. “I will do that. Later, Pep.”
~***~
Pepper was waiting
for Michelle at the end of the night. She wordlessly gathered her things and
followed him outside.
“Your place or
mine?”
“Mine.” She smiled.
“I’ll follow you.”
As soon as they
entered the apartment he snaked his arms around her and pulled her close.
“Were you dancing for
me tonight?”
She giggled and
nodded, her arms going around his neck. He kissed her and nearly stole her
breath away with its intensity. She hooked his ponytail around her fist and
hung on to him. He looked at her with dark piercing eyes.
“I’m going to admit
something to you.”
Her face looked
solemn. “What is that?”
“There is something
that a woman might be able to do better than a man…but I will give it my best.”
She looked confused
and then he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He left her
sitting on the edge and he went down on his knees between her chocolate thighs.
Her mouth formed a
big ‘O’ as she watched him. She was wearing jeans and he undid the button and
then slipped big hands into them and with a little help from her, pulled them
over her ass.
He eyed her boy
pants; black with a pink Hello Kitty right on her pussy. Hello Kitty, he thought while pulling her panties down her smooth
legs. He trailed kisses up her inner thighs until they reached her mound.
She was watching
him, her breath coming out in soft gusts. Even in the relative darkness she
could see that his eyes were captivated by the sight of her pussy. She spread
her legs, planting her feet on the end of the bed, knowing that the move spread
her wide for his eyes and hopefully his mouth to feast.
Pepper groaned and
then lowered his mouth to her succulent flesh. She was shaved clean and her
pussy was the prettiest that he’d ever seen. Maybe because she was a show-girl,
but she was waxed very smooth and his tongue took full advantage as it glided
from her asshole to her clit.
Michelle’s back
arched and she gripped the sheets and threw her head back. Damn…that was good.
He licked like a lion; as if he was the owner of her pussy.
Pepper gripped her
thighs and held her in place as he ate her pussy, dipping his fingers into her
hole and collecting sweet, tangy juices to suck. He covered her clit with his
mouth and then flicked his tongue back and forth across it until her body began
to shiver uncontrollably.
Her hands fell into
his hair and held him in place, not that he was going anywhere. Her pussy was
like heaven. He moved further down and thrust her legs back until her ass was
there in full sight, her asshole twitching. He kissed it and she screamed in
pleasure. He slipped his finger into her wet pussy and when it was coated in
delicious honey he pushed it gently into her ass.
“Fuck, Pepper! What
are you doing…? That feels so good.”
He removed his
finger and kissed and licked her there, teasing.
“I’m going to eat
that beautiful ass.” He buried his face between her legs, licking and sucking
at her smooth flesh until the damn broke and Kitten came violently.
Pepper stood and released
his cock from his pants. He quickly plunged into her wet and vibrating pussy. Her
legs went around him and her body bucked. Her cries of pleasure were renewed as
he pounded her pussy.
He didn’t let up
until his balls pulled up and prepared to explode! He came up on his knees and
pulled out enough to pump his cum all over her pussy. When every drop was
released he rubbed his cock head against her smooth flesh and then rolled onto
his back.
He was breathing
evenly, nearly asleep when he felt something warm on his shaft. He opened his
eyes and saw Kitten licking his nuts clean. “That’s my girl.” He mumbled. “I
gotchu next, baby.”
~***~
When Pepper got
home the next morning Donnie was waiting for him on his porch.
“Let me change out
of these clothes and then we’ll go grab some breakfast.” He said neutrally.
“Pepper. I need you
to do me a favor.”
Pepper opened his
front door and Donnie followed him in. “What?”
“I need you to cop
me some X.”
Pepper entered his
bedroom and opened his closet. “Get your own fucking drugs. I ain’t your
pusher.”
“Bro, nobodies
selling to me! Fucking, Tre won’t return my calls and them other nigg…brothers
don’t even talk to me!”
Pepper pulled off
his shirt and tossed it on his unmade bed. Donnie scanned his brother’s chest
and then tried to suck in his gut. Pepper knew that his body was cut. He worked
out like he was in training camp. Years of discipline had created a body that
he could be proud of. He pulled on a shirt that showcased that hard work and
then changed into fresh jeans.
After a minute he
looked at Donnie. “I’ll see what I can do. But you’ll have to cop from Big
Don’s supplier until I do.”
“What if Don finds
out…”
“Donnie, stop being
a bitch! Fuck!”
Donnie raised his
hand. “I’m not being a bitch. I don’t take anything harder than X because I
know Daddy will shit if he caught me on cocaine or heroine. I don’t even smoke
weed because I don’t want him smelling it on me! That old bastard won’t let me
have a real vice. He sucks the life out of everything!”
Pepper swept his
hands through his lose hair and then pulled it back into a ponytail. “Whatever.
I gotta brush my teeth.”
They had breakfast
at a nice diner. Pepper ate slowly and enjoyed his steak and eggs and coffee.
Donnie looked anxious and annoyed. He barely touched his pancakes.
“You hooked?”
Pepper asked.
“Nah…” He wiped his
sweating lip. “I’m stressed. Tre ain’t calling me back and shit feels yanky out
on the streets. I got a drop tonight and I need something for my nerves before
then. You have no idea what its like to have to watch your back because
everybody is mean mugging your white ass.”
“Do you want me to
come along with you?”
Donnie’s eyes lit
up. “Fuck yeah.”
Pepper took his
napkin and patted his lips. “I gotchu brother.”
“Damn, Pep…” Donnie
looked at him for a long time. “I appreciate that. You know?”
“Don’t mention it.”
~***~
After he returned
home from breakfast he called Don. “I need to talk to you.”
“Okay. When and
where?”
“My house. As soon
as you can get here.”
“I’m on my way.”
Don was there in
less than half an hour. He looked around
the small house.
“Nice.”
“It is nice. Please
tell your wife that I appreciate what she’s done.”
“I will.” Don took
a seat on the couch. “So what’s going on?”
“Don…you said that
you had a secret protégé that owns the club.” Don looked at him and then pulled
out a cigar. “You don’t, do you? It’s my club, right?”
Don lit his cigar
and looked at the end. “I can’t give you everything. Donnie is already jealous.
But yes. The club is yours, lock stock and barrel. But that information is
between you and me.”
Pepper rubbed his chin.
He sat down across from his father. “Why?”
“Because I want you
in. You don’t think that you want it but deep down you know it’s in your blood.
You know how it works. You know the street and you know the game. You had a
fall…but it don’t have to break you, son.”
Pepper’s eyes
closed momentarily. “What will Donnie do when I’m his boss? He might be lazy as
shit but he wants to sit on top and control everything.”
Big Don was nonchalant
when he spoke. “Donnie is soft. I want him tough, otherwise he’s no use to me.
The way he is now, he can go work for a car dealership for all I care. I’m not
going to let my business go down because of him. Over The River was his test…a
test that he’s not going to pass.”
Pepper went into
the kitchen and retrieved two bottled waters. He handed one to Don.
“I want to pull
Donnie and put you on it. It’s your rep that made that territory successful.
Hell it’s your rep that’s been keeping Donnie safe.” Don gave him a piercing
look. “But there is only so far that a five year rep is going to carry.”
Pepper was shaking
his head. “I have five years of hype. It’s you and your connections that keep
everyone in order.”
“Pepper, you of all
people know that I ain’t got any backing. I pay MY boss and as long as I’m
productive he keeps me around. Fuck, I ain’t a mobster. I’m a gangster and
there is a difference! Over The Rhine is my big money maker. If I lose that
than I’m lost.” He leaned forward. “I
need your commitment to The Family.
And not because I’m telling you to, but because you want it!”
Pepper swallowed
his water. He wanted to be sure and now he was. Don wasn’t connected…
“I want it,” he
said.
Don leaned back and
smiled. “Good deal. You know, despite everything it turned out okay.”
For you, Pepper
thought grimly.
“I…felt very bad
about your mother’s death.” Pepper stiffened. “I really cared for her. But, she
got on that shit and…fucking drugs! It makes people into waste of space!” He
stood and looked at Pepper. “But I want you to know that I tried to get her
help. But every time I gave her money it went on drugs. I had to cut her off
and…I know I made a lot of mistakes. Your mother is one of them.”
Don headed out the
door when Pepper didn’t speak. Pepper walked him out and Don turned to him
before climbing into the car. “When your mother…passed away, I wanted you to
live with me. It was the only time that I ever went against my wife. But when
she said she would pack her things and take off I backed down.”
Pepper felt like
something had slammed into his stomach. He felt as if he had been sucker
punched. He swallowed back his emotions.
“It’s been my
biggest regret. You were so tough and you took care of yourself. You made me
proud. But I always regretted that I didn’t take better care of you, Pepper.
You are my son and I’m proud of you.”
Five years ago that
would have meant something. Today it was just bittersweet. He nodded silently,
not sure if he could trust himself to speak.
Don climbed into
his Cadillac and Pepper finally spoke. “The ownership of the club is in my
name?”
“Yes, son. It is.
Only you, me and City Hall knows.” Don drove off and Pepper licked his lips and
closed the door.
~***~
“Pepper, where the fuck are you with my E?! I
thought you were going to hook me up. Fuck!”
Pepper listened to
the message and then erased it. It was the third one left by Donnie.
He had just left
the post office and was on his way to a garage. He had slipped an envelope in
the mail addressed to Lane. It named him as the new owner of the club. He went
inside what appeared to be a run down garage and scanned the area. It looked
legit but he knew it was a chop shop.
A young Asian man
was under the hood of a car when he noticed Pepper. His eyes lit up in
recognition and he headed to him while wiping his hands on a greasy rag.
Neither spoke,
Pepper followed him out of the garage and into the main part of the building.
They walked silently down a corridor and into what appeared to be a little used
storage room. The Asian man moved some things and then pressed for a hidden
elevator. Both men entered it and went down into a lower level. The man turned
on a set of lights and they came on showcasing an ultra clean show room lined
with expensive cars.
Pepper walked
directly to a black Jaguar. The corner of his mouth lifted into a slight smile.
“Are you sure you
don’t want to sell this? I can get you a newer model-”
Pepper reached into
his pocket and pulled out a packet of money. He handed it to the man who
reluctantly handed him a set of keys.
“It’s a beauty. I
kept her clean for you.”
Pepper walked
around the black Super sports car. Custom plates; PPace had been updated and he
nodded his approval. With its customizations this car had cost him nearly 200K
over seven years ago and it was his baby. He wouldn’t sell it for twice that.
He got in and drove
out of the underground garage. He headed for Michelle’s place and blew the
horn.
She came out
holding an overnight bag and froze. She covered her mouth and then hurried down
the walk. Pepper got out and gave her a quick kiss and then tossed her bag into
the trunk.
“Uh…wow.” Was all
she could say.” He chuckled and opened the door for her.
“Are you going to
tell me where we’re going?”
“I thought you
might want to take a trip to Miami for an extended weekend.”
“Miami?! Wow! Hell
yeah! I thought we were going to The WildWood Inn or something.”
He chuckled. He had
a place in Miami that no one knew about. He thought Michelle would like getting
away for a while—maybe for longer than just a weekend…
He wasn’t planning
on coming back. But that would be up to her.
She buckled herself
in and then ran her hands along the tan leather seats.
“Road trip, I
hope?”
“Definitely, baby.”
~3 Months
later~
Michelle hurried
down the stairs clutching her bag. She climbed into the car. “Hi Papi.” She
kissed Pepper.
“You starting to
sound like you were born and raised here in Miami.” He appraised his woman’s
toned dancer’s body. She’d gotten her cycle that first weekend of their
arrival…and neither of them were disappointed.
“How was class?”
“Awesome, but my
feet are killing me. Foot rub?”
“What?” He
chuckled. “And what do I get out of it?”
“Hmmm. Blow job?”
“You were going to
do that anyway.”
“What?!”
“Kidding, Mami. I
got your foot rub.” His phone rang and
he answered so that it came through the car speakers.
“Yeah?” He
answered.
“Pep. Did you check
the news?”
It was Jay calling
from Cincinnati. “Yo bro, what’s up?”
“It’s done.”
Pep was quiet.
“The indictments
came down. Donnie’s sentence was reduced to fifteen years after rolling on Big
Don. Big Don got life.”
Pepper was quiet
and Michelle reached out and touched his knee.
“They thought Big
Don was the King Pen, and of course he’s taking one ‘for the team’.”
“And Charlie Blue?”
Jay chuckled.
“Pissed as fuck that he owes you. But evidently he proved whatever he had to
prove to The Supplier and got a big chunk of territory.”
Pepper nodded. “Anything
else?”
“Everything is
straight. So you can come back, you know.”
He grinned. “I’m
cool.” He looked at Michelle. She smiled at him too. “Yeah, I’m cool.”
The End
