Motown Takedown (Motown Down Book 3) (24 page)

The first night I ended up on Kandace’s table was so humiliating, I retreated within myself praying I was invisible. How I, a leader and a killer, had allowed myself to be treated like this was unspeakable. Having control over hundreds of men, millions of dollars, and enough drugs to get the world blown twice; yet could be so breakable was beyond me. The fact was, one-on-one and weaponless, I would never best Savage.

The days, weeks, and months that he was coherent, I was treated as I should be. With deference and care. But days like today, when he lost his mind, I was a punching bag and his whore. Using a tone that was not taught but was simply who she was, she sat next to me and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”

This woman, this doctor, was not much older than me. She had received an education and made something of herself. Whereas, I was a walking, talking statistic. “No,
”
I tell her turning away. “Just do what you need to do so I can get out of here.”

“The man out in the lobby screaming and threatening the staff, he’s the one who did this to you.
”
Then taking my hand which happened to be the only part of my body that didn’t hurt, she whispers. “I can see it in your eyes, you’re going back to him and I also see you have no choice but to go. If you ever end up here again, you ask for me and I’ll come.”

“Thanks,
”
I mumble in embarrassment. “Wrap me up before he comes back here and causes a scene.”

“You have a broken rib, a dislocated shoulder, and slight vaginal tearing,
”
she says running her fingers through my hair. “He looks old enough to be your father, Cinn…”

Looking her in the eyes I told her, “He pretty much is, Doc, and lucky me… this seems to be par for the course as far as fathers go.”

Nodding, she pushes away on her stool, writes something down and then makes a call. Coming back to my side we sit like that for a while until a nurse comes in with a bag. Opening it, she takes out the contents and slips them inside my bandages moving them in place for comfort. “One pill a day, same time every day. You’ve got a six month supply okay? Any side effects, you call me, my number is on the back of the first box. Protect yourself, Cinn.”

Later that night when Savage was drinking himself into a pathetic stupor of I’m sorry and it’ll never happen again, I pulled a box out and saw the doc had given me birth control. ‘Protect yourself, Cinn…’

I was on my fourth drink, feeling good, feeling
clean
.

This is what Monarch was talking about. I got it now, I so got it. Holding my hand out, I said, “Then he slipped the lighter into my palm. I flicked it two times and when the flame was ready, I tossed it and the motherfuckers burned!”

“Fuck me,
”
Venessa marvels.

“Righteous,
”
Lina sighs.

“Pics?
”
Jules asked.

“You’re lucky you didn’t get hurt!
”
Kandace yells.

“That’s heavy,
”
Macy says fanning herself.

However, Camo said nothing. She just had a smug look on her face like she knew something I didn’t and if she did, I wouldn’t be surprised. Not much got by her.

“And then I apologized for being a bitch.”

“That would wipe the bitch out of anybody, yeah?
”
Venessa laughs.

“This guy, Savage,
”
Rome says balancing Kandace on his lap. “He seriously took you when you were thirteen?”

“Yep.
”
I nod
.
“He saw perfection and couldn’t resist it.”

“Karma’s a bitch,
”
Rogan says glancing at Venessa who just smiles bigger, enjoying the pun.

“Fire
is
cleansing,
”
Max points out.

“Everybody dies sometime,
”
Gage says absently. “Sometimes you do some sick shit and die twice.”

“And sometimes you wake up dead,
”
Rafe says and everyone groans.

“I’d like to point out that Cinn shot some guy named Cliff three times for calling her ma’am. Personally every woman under fifty should be allowed to do that at least once. Then Monarch unearths her father and Savage’s caskets giving her a zippo and some much needed closure.
”
Kandace says after throwing her drink back. “So can I just say this is some bullshit! None of my patients died today. The worst case I had was some teenager who lost a condom in her vagina to which I gave the
speech
. Then I come home and start my period.
Now
can I kill someone? I don’t even care who!”

“No,
”
I laugh handing her a shot of something clear. “You can’t kill anyone, but you can sing!”

“I lost the urge,
”
she mumbles.

“Then let’s do shots!
”
Camo says running to the bar.

Leaning in, it was Lina’s husband, Tony, who took me to the side and offered me some advice I’d probably use someday. “You call Lina,
”
he says softly. “You ask her out for coffee. While you’re drinking that coffee you ask her how she deals with it.”

“Deals with what?”

“All of it, Cinn,
”
he says looking at his wife. “Death, loss,
and
fire. Ask her how she deals with it.”

Coming up behind me, Lina wraps her arms around me and speaks into my back. “Love,
”
she says softly. “A lot of fucking love and  my girlfriends.”

Turning to face her, I look down taking a play from her book. “Truth,
”
I smile.

“Nothing like it, chica,
”
she smiles back.

An hour or so goes by and I couldn’t wait anymore. It was like I had ants in my pants. Handing Gage my bag, I pushed my way up to the stage and nodded to Venessa. As it turns out, I wasn’t done with my cleansing.

She couldn’t see me, but I could see her. With headphones in her ears, I watched her sing and dance like no one was watching. This was one of the few moments she looked her age. She was doing what young women should be doing; having fun. On and on she went, never running out of steam. Spinning on her heel, she lets out a giggle and my heart tripped. Then looking over her shoulder she spies Savage coming toward her and the little girl was gone.

Poof.

Like she never existed.

After he took her inside to sit in on a deal, I never saw her with headphones again.

I was sitting on a step with Ares looking at the charred concrete when I got the call from Gage. Later, I would reflect on how fucked up it was these people had my number. I would also reflect on why, for some fucking reason, I liked that they did.

“Get here before a fucking riot breaks out,
”
he says before disconnecting. He offered nothing more and I was locking Ares inside, hauling ass to the garage and firing up the Tahoe to make it to Lush. It was only a few miles but with traffic it felt like forever. Calming myself, I had to call up Gage’s words. This helped some because I had trusted them to keep my woman safe and knew they would. Don’t know how I knew this, I just did. Plus, he sounded like he was laughing. Where I came from riots weren’t funny, but these were not normal people either.

These motherfuckers made Cinn and me look like the God damn Cleavers.

Double parking, I bypass Bishop smiling at security (Yes, I remembered him. I also looked into him and trusted his ass too) round the corner spotting Cinn on stage and absolutely freeze.

I’ve known Cinn since she was a thirteen year old, scared to death in an alley. For a time, I had the privilege of guarding her, guiding her, and loving a girl who wasn’t ready for adult love. That girl was stolen from me. But I watched the woman command an army, plot, kill and find her way back to me. It took almost ten years, but she was home and I had a new privilege. The privilege of getting to know her all over again. Confident, resilient and heartbreakingly gorgeous, this is the woman who loves me above all others.

So
I was not prepared on any level for this.

Writhing on stage, doing Axl Rose better than Axl Rose did Axl Rose was my queen. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I’d never seen her like this. She was
…
truly free.

Welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day, if you want it you’re gonna bleed but it’s the price to pay

Rooted in place it was Gage who approached clapping me on the back laughing his ass off. “Am I right or am I right?
”
he asks pointing at the pit of vipers lusting after my woman.

“Jules gonna get pissed if I kill ‘em all?”

“I told him to call you,
”
Camo yells elbowing me. “We cool?”

“Yeah,
”
I grunt. “We’re cool.”

“Good,
”
she smiles and though she was no Cinn, she was beautiful. Just not my kind of beautiful. “It takes a lot of confidence to rock the man bun.”

“Cinn likes my hair long,
”
I shrug.

“You could shave your ass and walk backwards and Cinn would like it,
”
she jokes. “Aw shit, here comes the good part!
”
Running up front with the other females, whose men were providing cover while also covering Cinn. My queen bends over too close to the crowd and wails,
You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me
…

I had to do it. Stand there and watch my woman let the fuck
go
. The crowd was electric but I was ready for shit to go south. I wasn’t kidding about killing people either. She nails the chorus, swings her perfect fucking hips again, whips her hair and the hyped crowd pushed past the barriers and security.

She’s good, I tell myself. She’s safe.

The end hits, Cinn fucking belts,
it’s gonna bring you down, huah!
And drops the mic like a God damn boss. Before any shit could break off, I was up and over the stage tossing my woman over my shoulder. Squealing with excitement and whole lotta liquor, I made it outside before all hell broke loose. That crew could deal with the fall out and I also knew they’d love every fucking minute of it too.

Setting her down, she tightens her grip and tells me, “I’m sexually destroying you in my head right now.”

“And what am I doing?
”
I ask buckling her in.

“Enjoying it,
”
she smirks.

“Do not,
”
I growl. “Pass out on me.”

Flying home, with the windows down and Cinn singing some awful shit by some female named TSwift, I get her in my arms when Monarch appeared and helped with the door. “She have fun?
”
he asks grinning.

“Welcome to the jungle,
”
I mumble pushing passed him.

“Oh yeah, she had fun. Uh, what’s she singing now?
”
he asks holding the door open.

“No fucking clue,
”
I tell him. “You let Ares out?”

“I ain’t going near that beast,
”
he says exiting.

Rushing her upstairs she’s still belting,
shake it off
and some shit about haters hating, whatever the fuck that meant.

“Can you stand?
”
I ask her.

“I can do more than stand,
”
she says grabbing her tits.

“How drunk are you?”

“Eros,
”
she purrs. “I’m not drunk, I’m
free
.”

Thinking on that, she tosses her shirt and the bra. “You freed me,
”
she whispers. “Anything you want, it’s yours. Any-fucking-thing.”

“Crawl to me, Mo chuisle,
”
I order her. “All fours, going slow, crawl to me.”

With her eyes on mine she didn’t just crawl, she fucking
crawled
. Coming up between my legs, she bites my thigh before loosening my belt. Freeing my dick, she licks it once and says, “Someone got started without me.”

“I’m buying you a club,
”
I say fisting her hair. “With a big ass stage. That bitch will have one seat and my ass’ll be in it. You could sing old MacDonald and I’d get hard. Cinn, you were…”

“Mesmerizing?”

“Happy, Mo chuisle. So fucking happy.”

“Because you freed me,
”
she says in awe. “Now I’m clean…like you.
”
I should have never opened my damn mouth. She didn’t get that she was already clean, there was none cleaner. Tightening my grip, she bites her lip but before we went any further there was some shit she needed to know. “When I look at you Cinn, you shine.”

“I do?”

“Yeah you do. Like a flawless diamond. What’s freedom feel like?”

“I don’t know,
”
she says shyly. “I can’t explain it other than to say it’s a fairy tale come to life. I never thought I’d get a fairy tale. I didn’t think people like me got one.”

“You like bein
’
clean for me?”

“Mhmm,
”
she purrs.

“How about letting me get you dirty?
”

Her answer was taking my dick deep into her throat. With her hands planted on the tops of my thighs and my fists in her hair, she sucks and swallows until I can’t take it anymore. “Break,
”
I order her and she does with a pop. Coming back to balance on her heels, she grabs her tits again then crooks me over with her finger. “You want this?
”
I ask stroking myself. “You need this?”

“Yes.”

“Show me the pink, Cinn.”

Stretching out on her back, she parts her thighs then slides her fingers spreading her folds. There it was, the fucking pink. “Two fingers,
”
I demand stroking harder. “Put ‘em in deep, to the knuckle.”

When she does my knees almost buckled. In and out she does herself and while she did I met her down on the floor. I didn’t give a fuck that there was a three thousand dollar bed above us. My woman was on the floor, so I was on the floor. Arching her back she begs for me to fuck her but this was too hot to stop. “Pull ‘em out,
”
I order her then take it further when I open my mouth. “Feed your man.”

Reaching up toward me, I lower my head down taking her fingers into my mouth sucking them dry. “Oh God,
”
she cries out.

“That ain’t my name,
”
I remind her with a swat to her ass. “Keep those legs up, Cinn and hold on to your ankles for me.”

Doing as she was told, I move forward slapping her pink with my dick before sliding in. At this angle I was deep, she felt that shit too because her nails were digging into her skin. “Get me dirty, Eros,
”
she whimpers. “Filthy.”

For a few minutes I did exactly that. Once she came and her legs fell to their sides, I sat her up wrapping her around my waist so she could ride me. With Cinn’s tits bouncing in my face, her hair draping all over her body and mine, she came again scoring her nails down my back. Yelling out in ecstasy, I flip her on to her knees and pound into her again. Her head thrashes, her nails dig into the rug and still she raises her ass up higher for me. Reaching forward, I shove my thumb in her mouth ordering her to “Suck it hard.”

Ending with a nibble, I take my hand back using my thumb to tease the pucker of her ass. “Soon,
”
I warn her close to coming.

“Eros,
”
she moans.

“Gonna blow, Cinn,
”
I groan fucking her harder.

Then reaching one arm back, she spreads her cheeks apart and orders me to, “Come on my ass, Monarch.”

Fuck yes I did, this was my kind of dirty.