Page 38 of Nobody But You

“Julius Miller was an OG dealer back in the day. He pushed weight out of New York. It wasn’t high volume because he could never establish a good connection with the plug. He’s currently trying to find his way back to the top and has been doing so for the last seven years. What did Burks say when you asked him?”

“He said that he didn’t know my father.”

“I think that Miller does.”

“How would you know?” She asked. I urged her to stand. Then I walked over to the bookcase and opened it.

“Call it a hunch. Come with me real quick,” I urged. Her movement was hesitant. I didn’t like that shit. I needed her to trust me.

Jourdan

Stephon had just told me that he may have a lead on the people who were responsible for killing my father. He stood, telling me I should follow him into his kill dungeon. I didn’t trust it. I wasn’t sure at that moment that I could even trust him. Eventually, my need for vengeance broke through my uncertainty, and I followed Stephon down the stairs.

I’d only heard my brother talk about the spaces they had built for reasons like this, but I’d never been in one. Stephon waited for me to enter and closed the door behind me at the landing. My ears popped when the doors closed because it was deathly silent. It was precisely how I’d imagined. Cold and grim, being inside this space excited me so much that my nipples hardened. Stephon’s head tilted to the side as he studied my demeanor. After his fill, he walked past me and led me to a door, slowly opening it. The room was the darkest black I’d ever seen, and smelled like blood. I knew that mercury-tainted smell anywhere.

Jourdan, be ready for anything.

If this was the end for me, I wasn’t going down without a fight. The light flipped on, and I glanced over to find the source of the light. I was no longer in the room with Stephon. It wasRock. There was a chair in the far corner of the room. Stephon had thrown his suit jacket on it, which showcased the two guns he wore in his shoulder holster. Two more guns, making a quadruplet set with the ones I’d seen in his closet earlier today.

“Wake up,” Rock said calmly, which still startled the man. He jumped at the bass in Rock’s resonance. I didn’t know how long he’d been here, but an empty package of bread and two empty water bottles were lying before him. There was also the blood I smelled smeared all around where he lay. He slowly set up, squinting his eyes. He looked broken and frail.

“Today is the day you get to leave. Are you ready to tell me everything you know?” Rock said, emphasizing the word ‘everything.’ The man nodded yes.

“You’re not Rock,” he shakily let out.

“Who said I wasn’t? Is it because you don’t see me sitting here in a mask? This mask,” Rock said, pulling the mask from his back pocket. The man instantly recognized it and focused on Rock’s eyes.

“Speak,” Rock’s voice boomed throughout the quiet space.

“Miller knows your mother from back in the day in New York. He told me to watch you because he knew you would never let him get close enough to her for him to have a conversation with her. On his last trip from New York to here, he saw you and your mother shopping for groceries. He wouldn’t tell us why he needed to get close. He told us it was none of our business, so we left it alone.” Rock digested the information before asking another question.

“How did you get hooked up with Miller?”

“About seven years ago, he used to fly back and forth from Cali, LA. I was a corner boy then. He took me under his wing, said he saw something in me, and would take me to the top. I believed him because he had just secretly taken out the top over there, but was pissed when he wasn’t selected for the replacement. Some young niggas calling themselves One, Two and Three had taken over. Ever since he’s been on a war path trying to take them out, he could never pinpoint who they were,” he said, seemingly happy that he’d gotten out all the information he thought would set him free.

He glanced over to Rock for his verdict, but it wasn’t Rock who would give him his sentence. I walked over to where Rock was standing, pulled the gun from his right holster, pointed, and shot the nameless man twice to the chest and once to the head.

“Upstairs right the fuck now, Jourdan,” Rock said, he looked pissed. I traipsed past him, with him snatching the gun from my grasp. I scoffed, giving him as much brashness as he gave me. Once we reached the top, he closed the bookcase and stood with his back to it. He holstered his gun and threw his jacket onto the sofa in his office. His gaze was intense. He looked as though he wanted to kill me. I stood as far from him as possible, using his desk as a barrier between us. He went into the adjoining bathroom, where I could see him washing his hands. Then he came out and charged me.

“Who told you to do that shit?” He was so close to my face that his lips touched minewhen he said it.

“I don’t need your permission, Stephon. You can’t tame me.” He leaned back slightly, letting his eyes hold me captive. I didn’t know how to read them.

“Fuck it!” He growled out.

My reaction was to fight. I tried and failed to get into my defensive stance. Rock was too fast, quickly taking my hands, grabbing them, and using them to spin me around, where he pinned them behind my back. Then my legs were kicked open, and I was roughly bent over with my face and chest pressed against the cold wood of his desk. My nipples were hard again, and I could feel the moisture pooling between my legs. I tried to push myself up, but the weight of him leaning over my back and the restraint on my hands held me immobile.

“Unh, unh, don’t fight; you’ll only make it worse unless that’s what you want. Let’s see.” He said as I felt his hand travel down my shoulder and side, skimming my breast. He continued gently feeling my back and over my ass, where he went halfway down my leg before coming back up, lifting my dress over it. My breathing became deep and fast. Then his hand drew back and smacked my ass hard. I could feel his dick pressed in between the seam. He stood and pulled his hand back again, hitting the same spot.

“Stephon,” I loudly belted out. My arousal was high, and I was sensitive all over. So sensitive that when he ran his fingers down my slit into my opening, I almost came. He pumped his fingers in and out, pushing them down into my G-spot with each succession.

“I don’t want to hear shit, JoJo. You had Steph, but now you fucking with Rock,” a chill ran down my spine. He took notice,and I felt his tongue trail from the bottom of my spine up to my neck, where he gently bit into my shoulder and sucked. I was still pinned down while he steadily circled my hardened clit with his fingers.

“You’re spoiled, Baby, but I’m going to give you everything you want; that’s what you came here for, right? To get this dick, right?” I could hear him behind me fumbling with his belt and zipper. Once it was released, he rested it on my ass. The anticipation of feeling him again caused his continual manipulations of my clit to throw me over the edge. He dove inside, stretching me beautifully and filling me to the brim as I came.

“Yeeeeesssssss,” I moaned. I didn’t have time to recover because he immediately started stroking in and out of me at a hard, constant pace that was sliding the desk. I could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as he fell into me.

“Let me hear you, Jourdan. Let Talia hear how I’m in here giving you all this good-ass dick. Brought your fine ass up in here looking like this with no fucking panties on. Take it!” he growled into my ear. I hadn’t noticed that the door was cracked and the blinds were wide open. Anyone walking by or in the office could hear what Rock was doing to me. He wasn’t letting up either. My mouth fell open, wanting to scream out in pleasure, but his strokes had taken my voice. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my leg was raised and lifted onto the desk. I was spread wider by his hand gripping the back of my thigh. His other was still binding mine. His heavy breathing and moans filtered into my ears.

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