Page 35 of B.D.E
I looked down at the framed photo of Isabella on my desk, her smile frozen in time, and let out a slow breath.
“Guzman got back to me a few months back and I’ve been sitting on the information. Ghost’s father killed Isabella. He was the bastard that was robbing the store that day and shot her down like a fucking dog in the streets. Clifton Carter took everything from me, Marcellus. Now, I’m taking it back.”
Marcellus shook his head slowly. “Damn,” he said. “I feel where you coming from and all, but Ghost didn’t do it, boss. He was a fucking kid. Hell, he didn’t even know. You raised that nigga, and don’t forget you worshipped him too?—”
“Exactly,” I snapped. “That’s what makes the shit worse. All these years… he’s been right under my nose. Breathing, moving and living with his sick ass daddy’s blood running through his veins, while Isabella is lying in the fucking dirt!”
Marcellus looked at me like he wanted to argue but he knew better.
“Aight, boss. You got it. But uhmm…. You sure you want this war? You’ve already lit the fuse when you tried to kill him twice and the girl too. If Ghost is coming, you know he won’t stop.”
“I don’t expect him to. That’s why he dies, and if you’re not up for this shit, you can walk. No harm, no foul.”
He stood, straightened his suit and gave me a look.
“I’m rocking with you either way and always have been, boss. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
“Make sure every soldier on payroll is alert. I want that nigga dead on sight and spare him no mercy. If you see that little whore he’s grown fond of, bring her to me. I want to have some fun with her before I kill her,” I smirked.
Marcellus gave me a tight now and walked out. The second the door clicked shut, I downed the rest of my drink that I’d been nursing and loosened my tie.
“Bring her back in,” I said to my guard by the door.
A few minutes later, the little Dominican thing from earlier strutted in my office wearing a silk robe that barely covered her plump ass. She had a look in her eyes like she was hungry and ready to please me.
“Stressful day, Papi?” she cooed
“Just get on your knees.”
She didn’t hesitate to unbutton my slacks, pulling my dick through the slit of my boxers and wrapping her lips around it with practiced precision. The warmth of her tongue and the sound her of moaning softly as she spoke some Spanish shit between sucks had eased the weight I’d been carrying. She wasmy Isa... shit, not even close, but I kept her in my pocket for times like this. She always came with urgency when I called her, and she didn’t try to catch no feelings and make this more than what it was. Plus, I paid her well for this little arrangement we had.
She rose to her feet, and let the robe fall, showcasing her caramel slim body that made my dick throb all over again.
“Papi, estoy tan lista para sentir toda verga Negra,” she purred, bending over my desk as she looked back waiting for me to fill her up.
I stepped behind her and push in, burying myself deep, grabbing her hips and fucking away all the rage though I knew it would return.
BOOM!!
The explosion rocked the room. I yanked my dick out of her and rushed to the window with my slacks still to my ankles. Flames and metal twisted in the driveway around what used to be Marcellus’s car.
“Fuck…”
The girl screamed, clutching the robe to her chest.
“Get security! Now!” I shouted, as I stuffed myself back in my boxers and pulled my slack back up. The compound erupted in chaos with the guards running in every direction. I stormed out to the balcony, with fury boiling through my veins.
“Find that muthafucka! Check the goddamn footage! NOW!”
Minutes later, my head security returned, shaken up as I paced my office floor. “Boss… there’s no sign of him. No entry or exit. The cameras never caught him.”
“Fuck!” I yelled as I picked up my empty glass and threw it against the wall. This nigga had killed my right-hand man. If he wasn’t on the cameras, that meant that he rigged Marcellus’s car before he even got here. Ghost was leaving a message, and it was loud and clear. I sat down in my chair and leaned back.Changing my focus, I put myself in his shoes. Ghost was no fool. The nigga was playing chess, not checkers. It was him that beat Fatback and kept him alive to send a message and now Marcellus?
He knew…he knew it was me who set him up to be killed and now… he was coming for me.
Fuck it… I guess it’s no time like the present to air this shit out before I finish him for good. War was what he wanted? I was bringing everything I had to him.
CHAPTER 19
