Page 45 of Welcome to the Table
“Silencer, duh,” she said, and I gave her a strange look.
The fuck she knew about guns and silencers? She must have read my thoughts.
“I’m not as innocent as you may think I am, but it’s cute that you look at me that way. Keep it like that, and I’ll tell you all my secrets. But what is your fascination with knives over a gun? That’s weird.” She was curious.
“You stick around long enough and get rid of yo’ nigga, then I may tell you some of my secrets. Have a good night, Ms. Lady, and I will take care of that stain later today,” I told her as I started for the door.
I heard her getting up from the couch and walking behind me. Just before I could turn the knob, I felt her hands circle my waist while one of them slid inside my joggers and boxers. My dick was hard as a rock, and her warm hands massaging my shit had me wanting to fuck her silly, but I wouldn’t. This shit was more than sex, it was about control, and I had to maintain it, or I would drown.
“You know what you doing, Ms. Lady?” My voice was ragged. Wanting. Craving. Her scent of vanilla and lavender had a nigga weak in the knees. I knew I couldn’t turn around, or I would come undone, and I couldn’t give her that much control.
“I wouldn’t be touching this monster if I didn’t. What you gon’ do about it?” She hummed against my back while kissing my shoulders.
This feeling was new to me. A bitch ain’t never took the time out to please me, and just her kisses on my skin had me gone, so I knew what her pussy would do. Or maybe it was that I didn’t let them. I grabbed her hand and stopped her from massaging my shit because I was on the verge of nutting. I felt her body tense because of the rejection, but I needed to know who that nigga was. I also needed a full background on her to know who the fuck she was. I owned the building, but I had people I trusted in place to take care of the other details.
“Once I put my dick inside you or my mouth on yo’ pussy, ain’t no turning back, Ms. Lady. Imma find out who that nigga is and who you are and fuck with you later. You don’t know what type of monster I am to be fucking with me like that, so let me spare you before shit gets bad.” I removed her hands from around my waist and never turned around before walking out her door and closing it.
I stepped on the elevator and let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding because she had me in a fucking chokehold. I didn’t know if that was a good thing. I never felt like this behinda female, but she had it. Whatever she had, I wanted some of that shit, and bad. I wanted her to be mine only, but clearly, I had a nigga in my path that I had to remove in order to get what I wanted. I never killed a nigga behind pussy, but Raven had a nigga reconsidering.
I stepped off the elevator, entered my penthouse, and reflected on the shit that happened today. I knew Calliope had some shit on his mind, but he didn’t want to tell me. It wasn’t about that bitch, either. It was on a deeper level. Some shit happened before I called him to meet me at the club, but I couldn’t figure it out. I knew my brother. He was quiet and to himself. I hated that part. I needed him to be on the same page if we were gonna hook up with this Frenchy nigga and his crew.
I walked through my penthouse, sexually frustrated because I wanted to fuck Raven’s pussy loose. I was surprised by my self-control, but it was deeper than pussy. I wanted to mind fuck her, make her mine, and make her want for no other man but me. Make her feel my dick inside her when I wasn’t around. To feel my presence when I was away. She would be begging for the dick in the end, but I was the one with blue balls. I had to push the thoughts of Raven out of my mind. We had bigger shit to deal with, so she would be on the back burner until I was ready to change her place on the stove.
I grabbed my phone while getting my pajamas out and dialed Calliope’s number just to check on him. We all were fucked up in the head, but I knew when to apply pressure and back off, but now it was time to apply pressure. I dialed his number, and he picked up on the first ring.
“Nigga, I knew you were gonna call. What’s up?” I heard music playing in the background, so I knew this nigga was in his feelings.
“What the fuck happened? And don’t lie. I knew some shit happened when you left the house and before you met up with me, so what the fuck happened?”
Silence. All I heard wasYoung Jeezysinging Ambitions as a Fucking Hustler in the background loud as fuck.
“Nigga, turn that shit down and tell me what’s up and who I gotta hunt for,” I said, and I heard him take a deep breath.
“When I got to the house, Klarity was in her car with a gunshot to her fucking head, nigga. Is that what the fuck you wanna hear? Did you have something to fucking do with it? Did you know the shit was going to happen and didn’t say shit?” He was firing off question after question, and I couldn’t respond.
I was fucking shocked, and that shit never happens to me. I pulled the phone from my ear because he was a little too fucking calm for me, and I knew he was plotting some shit to find out who the fuck did it.
“You really fucking think I knew that shit was going to happen? Do you know who the fuck you talking to? Nigga, I would have told you what the fuck was going on, but this ain’t about that. What you thinking?” I asked, reading his thoughts through the phone.
“I don’t think she killed herself. That ain’t her. Then, the fucking blood all over her clothes for one fucking gunshot. She had blood under her fingernails like she was fighting somebody. That shit ain’t adding up to me. She ain’t got the strength to pull the fucking trigger on another nigga, so I know she didn’t have it to off herself,” he told me.
I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me. I didn’t care too much for the bitch, but I knew she didn’t have it in her to do some shit like that. It wasn’t in her bloodline. Now I knew what the fuck was bothering him.
“You think Athena had something to do with it?” I asked him, and he paused.
“Fuck no. You know Athena don’t move like that. She moves in silence. Plus, she would have told me. Some shit is shaking, and I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” Calliope told me, and I knew it was more to the story, but he wasn’t saying, so I changed the subject. Whatever he had running through his mind, he would take care of it, and he would have me as his backbone.
Calliope always thought he had to protect me because I was a wild boy. I didn’t give a fuck about nothing when it came to my family or if it was something that I was passionate about. I would set the fucking city on fire if somebody fucked with my brother or Hollygrove, even my mother, but that nigga Wisdom, if he was on fire, I wouldn’t piss on him to put him out. I would watch that nigga burn. I couldn’t even pinpoint what my issue was with the nigga, but I didn’t like him. He was a cocky motherfucker, though. I wanted to take whatever weight my brother had on his shoulders, but he wouldn’t tell me what the fuck was going on.
“Nigga, you know you can tell me anything, right?” I asked him.
“I know that, nigga, but it’s some shit that I gotta handle on my own. I know you didn’t fuck with Klarity, but I was in love with her, and whoever did this shit gon’ pay me back in blood, and I put that on Athena,” he said and disconnected the call, leaving me speechless.
I grabbed my burner phone and dialed the number of a person that I knew could get some shit in motion with the snap of the finger.
“Nigga, it’s been a while, so I know it’s important. What’s up?” he said on the first ring. I pondered if I should tell him everything, but I knew I had to, so he could find out everything.
“I need the shit I’m about to tell you to stay between us. Somebody done woke up the beast in my brother, and he’s too calm for me. When that nigga gets like that, ain’t nobody fuckingsafe, and I need to get a handle on it before he breaks,” I told him, and he was silent.
