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She gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders as I bottomed out. Her cries turned into broken moans as I held her up and fucked her midair, her body bouncing perfectly with every stroke. Her head dropped against my neck.
“Ghost - - baby—I can’t?—”
“You can and you will.”
For the next 2 hours, I fucked her all over the house. From the kitchen to the living room, down the hall to the bedroom, in the shower and ended it in the bed. I fucked her until her legs gave out. Until her voice was horse and her body was limp and fucked out. She looked at me with glassy eyes, her curly hair sprawled all over the place and whispered my name. I pulled her close and kissed her neck.
“Sleep. I got you.”
My arms wrapped around her while she drifted off, her body still clinging to mine. I knew I needed to head back out cause the hunt was far from over and I still had no answers, but tonight… fucking Specs had relieved some of the storm in me. Now, I was ready for war.
Royce ‘Fatback’ Mallory was a sweaty, bald-headed fuck with a gut that looked like he smuggled liquor under his ribs. I’d been trailing him for an hour through the southside, watching him hit a bodega, a liquor store, and some after-hours spot where dirty money passed hands. I waited until he stepped into the alley behind the chicken shack, dick halfway out like he was about to piss. Without warning I eased up behind him, snatched him by the collar and slammed him face-first into the brick wall.
“What the F—Ghost? Shit…Ghost!” he squealed, piss dribbling down his leg.
“You know who I am. Good. Then you know what the fuck happens when I appear… death nigga.”
Wait, wait—please?—!”
I pulled my blade out and jammed it under his chin, just enough to draw blood. Enough for him to know that I wasn’t fucking around.
“Who gave the greenlight on me?” I questioned, getting right to it.
“I don’t know, man. Nobody said no names… ju –just that it came from the top. I swear to God, man, I ain’t have shi?—"
“It came from Gideon?”
He hesitated, which pissed me off even more. I grabbed his wrist and bent that muthafucka back until his bones popped.
“AHHH! Okay. Okay, man,” he cried out. “I heard Gideon talking about some unfinished family business or some shit. You know how that nigga always talking in code, man. Some shit about needing to tie up loose ends. I didn’t know it was you, man. I swear?—"
I leaned in close. “If I find out you lying nigga… Imma blow yo’ sweet granny house the fuck up… with her in it.”
He flinched.
“Yea, I know your granny live on 2nd street, right next to that broke-down ass crack house. Funny how you out here getting’ money and flexin’ and shit while your family over there starvin’. You a lame ass, broke ass nigga for that shit.”
I pulled in tighter, breathing down on him.
“But check it… Don’t ever speak my fucking name. Don’t tell nobody you seen me, unless you want to be sipping soup through a fucking straw for the rest of your sorry ass life.”
I swiftly pulled my gun and cracked him in the jaw with the butt of it. So hard, that I’m pretty sure I knocked his fucking teeth loose. He dropped to the ground, crying out like a bitch.
“Shut yo cry-baby ass up, nigga! And remember what I said,” I spat, standing over him.
The night erased my steps as I disappeared back in the shadows.Gideon fucking ordered the hit.I didn’t want to believe that shit. The old man raised me… took me in when I ain’t have nobody, trained me when I was just some fucked up kid fresh off the streets. He was the only constant in my life since I ran from that shitty ass foster home. The realization hit different—knocked the wind out of me as I made it to the jeep. I leaned over as if I was trying to catch my fucking breath, but the sting was deeper than I expected. After a few seconds I slid in the drive seat and peeled off. Yea, the shit fucked me up, but I ate that pain, swallowed that shit whole and planned my next move.
War was on.
The one question that kept burning a hole through my brain was…why? Why would the man who raised me wanted me dead? That was the million-dollar fucking question and I was gone bleed the streets dry until I found the answer.
CHAPTER 16
Ivy
The kitchen waswarm and familiar with the golden light from a hot summer in Georgia, pouring in from the windows like honey. Our home. Mama stood at the stove, wearing her favorite purple and gold robe, humming as she swayed her hips in the rhythm to ‘Sweet Thing’ by Chaka Kan, while she stirred something sweet-smelling in a pot. The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg twirled through my nose, letting me know that she was making her famous sweet potato pies. Her kinky curly salt and pepper hair was pinned up, and her skin glowed like warm brown sugar. When she glanced over her shoulder at me, her smile stopped my heart. It was the same smile she gave me on the first day of school, symbolizing how proud she was and full of love.
“Bout time you woke up, Dumplin’,” she said, teasing. “I’m making your favorite.”
