Page 41 of B.D.E
I paused, trying to gather the words he’d just spoken. Why the fuck would ghost be coming after Marcellus? He hadn’t been around in a minute but that wasn’t unusual. Dad always kept him busy doing whatever ‘jobs’ he had set up for him to do. The truth was, I knew Ghost was a killer, and I knew Gideon paid him to kill people. I also knew that was once his job before my mom died. Knowing that still didn’t explain why Ghost was coming after them.
“Wait a minute… why would Ghost kill Marcellus? What are you not telling, Dad?”
He paused, like he was contemplating on telling me, then nodded slowly. “I wasn’t sure how to tell you, Son. I never wanted to drag you into this shit unless I had to, but now… it’s time you know the truth about everything.”
What truth? Dad, stop all the?—”
“Ghost’s father is the man that murdered your mother.”
Those words hit me like a ton of bricks. My mother had always been a soft subject for me, being that she was snatched away from me at such a young age. I could still remember the sweet smell of her perfume she’d wear every day and the way she nurtured and loved me. I knew that Gideon had to be off his rocking to say some crazy shit like that. I mean, what were the odds?
“This isn’t the time to point fingers with your crazy ass conspiracy theories!” I yelled. The air between us tightened as he sat his glass down and walked towards me.
“I found out a few months ago. I’ve always kept a couple friends in high places looking for answers and for the most part, the trail went cold… that was until a few months ago when one of my guys called and told me that the DNA found at the scene the day Isabella was murdered, was a match to the DNA of a prisoner in West Inkling facility. Clifton Carter...”
“And how are you so sure that it’s his father? There are a million people with the last name Carter.”
“Aw, shit, son! Think! Do you really think I wouldn’t do my research? When I first took Ghost, I researched everything about him, down to his drug head mother who overdosed in front of him. Clifton Carter is his father, and he is the son of a bitch that killed my Isabella!” He shouted with so much rage, the pictures on his office wall fell to the floor, glass shattering everywhere.
“So, tell me this. Did you know that was Ghost’s father when you took him in? Was this just some sick joke to begin with, Dad?” I asked.
“Hell no,” he said firmly. “I had no fucking idea back then. I’ve been searching for the bastard for years.. nothing ever came up. Btu I swear to you, I knew nothing of who he was when I brough Ghost into my home, and I don’t appropriate you asking me some shit like that either, Marcus,” he spat, voice laced with venom.
“Shit, what am I supposed to think? You brough the killer’s son into our home and raised him to be exactly what his father is. Where is he now? Still in prison? Does Ghost know all this?”
Gideon ran a hand down his face, finally slumping into the leather chair behind his desk. “Clifton Carter died last year from covid complications while still serving a life sentence. And no, Ghost doesn’t know. At least, I don’t think he does. But I do know he’s the one who rigged that fucking car. He wanted me to know it was him. I taught that nigga everything he knows and know he wants to use it against me. If it’s war he wants, thenwar it is. Marcus, I don’t want you nowhere near this bullshit. Go back to the off?—"
I took a step back, mind spiraling. Clifton Carter. Ghost. My mother. None of it made any goddamn sense, but Gideon believed it with his whole chest. And if there was even achancethat it was true...
“Nah. I can’t do this shit with you right now,” I muttered, storming out before he could stop me. My fists were balled up so tight my nails dug into my palms. My mind was racing, and I need some fucking air. I needed?—
Ding.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out and unlocked it, half expecting it to be Yvette with an update, but it wasn’t her.
T: I was craving some dick, and it just so happened to be yours. I’m already at your place. Hope you don’t mind
I let out a short bitter laugh and threw the car in drive. Tension still sat heavy in my bones from the conversation I’d just had with Gideon, but I needed a distraction… a release and Tori was about to give me a real nasty one.
By the time I made it to my apartment and shoved the key in the door, I could already smell her sweet perfume. She had a grown scent. The lights were low, and the TV was on mute, casting flickers of light across the room, and then I saw her. Spread across my couch, butt-naked, legs wide open and her fresh waxed pussy on display. Her nipple piercings caught the light just right, two tiny gold bars that gleamed with every breath she took, making it impossible not to stare. It was like her body had accessorized itself in temptation.
She turned her head lazily toward me and grinned. “Your doorman’s got a thing for girls in short skirts and lip gloss. I flirted a little… he let me right in.”
I shook my head, closing the door behind me. “Oh, I definitely gotta talk to him about that.”
She tilted her head and licked her lips. “Why? He knew what time it was. I needed this, Marcus. I needyou.”
I took off my jacket, dropping it where I stood. My shoes came off next. She watched every move like I was unwrapping a gift just for her.
“You came in here without asking,” I muttered, walking toward her slow. “Got comfortable on my shit, and didn’t even wait for me…”
“This pussy been wet since I sent that text, baby,” she whispered, spreading her legs just a little wider. “You mad?”
Instead of answering, I dropped to my knees in front of the couch, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and pulled her to the edge. Her ass lifted and slid against the cushions as I got her where I wanted her, right in my face. I looked up at her, then spit directly onto her clit and used my tongue to smear it in slow circles.
She shivered, gasped, then grabbed the back of my head with both hands like she needed to anchor herself. “Fuck?—”
“You wanted nasty, right?” I growled, voice muffled against her. “Then take this shit.”
