President's Girlfriend 06 - The Sins of the Fathers (11 page)

One night,
before they left for Helsinki and while Christian was still at work, Jade told
him that she had a plan.

“A plan to do what?”

“To get rid of Gina.”

“A plan to get rid of her?”
Marcus had said with a chuckle.
 
“What would you know about a thing like
that?”
 
He was seated on the sofa in
Jade’s small living room.
 
He had a
bottle of beer in his hand, his shirt wide open, revealing his brown-skinned,
lean physique.
 
She was seated in a
chair, had a glass of wine in her hand, and wore a very sheer short set.

“I know more
than you think,” Jade said mischievously.
 

“Okay,”
Marcus said, checking out that fine body of hers, that gorgeous brown skin,
that pretty face.
 
“So what’s your plan
to get rid of the president’s wife?”

“You,” Jade
replied.

“Me?”

“Yes, Marcus, you.
 
You can get rid of her for both
of us.
 
You have access.
 
And you have skills.
 
Let’s be honest here.
 
You used to be quite the criminal.”

“I used to
sell drugs, don’t get it twisted.
 
I
never did any of this plotting and scheming you’re talking about.
 
So I ask you again: what’s your plan?”

Jade reached
into the pocket of her shorts, pulled out a piece of paper, and tossed it over
to Marcus.
 
It fell on the floor.
 
Marcus just sat there.

“Aren’t you
going to pick it up?” he asked her.

Jade
smiled.
 
Time to play one of their games
again, she thought.
 
Games, she also
thought, that she loved playing with Marcus.
 

She
therefore stood up, went over by him, turned her ass to his face and picked up
the paper.
 
Before she could stand up,
Marcus grabbed her and sat her on his lap.
 
On the dead center of his lap.
 
She felt his hard-on as soon as she plopped
down.

“You like?”
he asked her, and drained down more beer.

“I like,”
she said with a smile.
 
“But about my
plan?”

“Yeah,” he
said as he sat his bottle on the side table and lifted her slightly.
 
He slung her shorts and panties completely
off.
 
He spread her legs and began
rubbing her furiously.
 

Then he
began unzipping his pants.

Jade almost
sighed out loud when she felt his cock fling out of his pants and jut against
her bottom.
 
“Don’t you want to know
about my plan?” she asked him, her voice already changing.

“Yeah, yeah,
in a minute,” he said as he shoved his dick inside of her as if he’d been
preparing her for hours, when he’d hardly prepared her at all.

She winced
at the pain, she wasn’t wet enough yet, but Marcus didn’t care.
 
It wasn’t about her, anyway.
 

He began to
stroke her slowly for only a few seconds.
 
They never spent any appreciable time on gyrations.
 
They got in and they got out.
 
And Marcus had no intentions of changing the
routine now.

That was why
he started pounding her.
 
He was going
one speed and one speed only.
 
There was
no finesse in his game.
 
He pounded her
so hard, and the idea of it felt so good to Jade, that she became wet
instantly.
 

It became so
good to Marcus that he tossed her down onto the sofa, her ass up, and laid on
top of that ass.
 
He started pumping her
so hard that his balls were ramming against her.
 
He started pumping her so hard that his dick
started releasing within minutes.
 
He
knew it wouldn’t take long.
 
Because with
Jade it was all about
the cum
.
 
He just wanted to come.
 
He didn’t give a damn about foreplay or
making her feel loved or making her cum.
 
He just wanted to come.

And he
came.
 
Deep inside of
her.
 
He straightened his body
like an arrow to let it all come out.
 
He
began to push in harder, to get every drip out.
 
And it kept dripping and dripping and dripping.
 
Marcus learned early how to experience every
drip out.

Jade came
too.
 
It didn’t take but a few strokes with
Marcus.
 
Christian was good.
 
He knew how to do her too.
 
But Marcus knew how to do her better.
 
The fact that he didn’t wait for any build
up, the fact that it hurt and then felt so good, the fact that his dick was
much bigger than Christian’s, although Christian had a big one too, was a
complete turn-on to her.

When she
came, and when Marcus strained out his final drip, he collapsed on top of
her.
 
And laid there, attempting to
regulate his breathing again.

“Goodness
girl,” he said between breathes.
 
“You
know how to do old Uncle Marcus.”
 
They
both knew that they weren’t blood kin at all, but they played on it just the
same.
 

And then,
within seconds, he pulled out and was off of her.
 

She put back
on her panties and shorts, and he zipped back up his pants. That was their
routine.
 
A quick in
and a quick out, most every night that Christian was working late at the White
House.
 
Jade, Marcus was beginning
to realize, was the easiest lay he’d ever had.
 
He didn’t even have to ask anymore.

“Now can we get
back to business?” Jade asked as she handed him the paper.
 
She was now seated beside him.

Marcus
grabbed his beer off of the side table and looked at the paper.
 
“Thurston Osgood,” he said.
 
“Who the hell is that?”

“Henry
Osgood, a surgeon, was my ex- fiancé.
 
Thurston is his father.”

Marcus
chuckled.
 
“They sound like a couple of
assholes already.”

“They
are.
 
Daddy found out Henry had violated
me and he nearly killed him.”

Marcus
 
looked
at her.
 
“Really?”

“Really.
 
Daddy can be something else if you cross
him.”

Marcus
glanced back at that paper.
 
He saw that
in Dutch Harber too.
 
He saw that
edginess in him.
 
It concerned him, but
it didn’t worry him.
 
Hell, he was edgy
too.
 
He wasn’t scared of no Dutch
Harber.
 
Bring it on, motherfucker, he
inwardly said.

“So what about this Thurston Osgood?”

“He’s
willing to pay.”

Marcus
looked at her.
 
Money was the name of the
game now, as far as he was concerned.
 
“Pay for what?”

“For Gina’s head on a platter, as he puts it.”

Marcus
frowned.
 
“Girl, what are you talking
about?”

“If you get
rid of Gina, he will pay you, Marcus.
 
He
will pay you millions.”

Marcus’s
heart began to pound.
 
“Millions?”

Jade
smiled.
 
“I have your attention now I
see.
 
But yes, he will pay you three
million dollars if you take Gina out.
 
And I know y’all have the same father, and that, to say the least, could
be awkward.”

“Like
hell.
 
She don’t mean shit to me.”
 
That wasn’t entirely true, as Gina actually
meant more to him than anybody else.
 
But
that wasn’t Jade’s business.
 
“Not when
you’re talking
about three mil
.”
 

Jade
laughed.

Marcus
decided to play it up.
 
He wanted Dutch’s
head, not Gina’s, on a platter, but he would go along with Jade’s hatred for
now.
 
And then turn it around.

“When Dutch
said I wasn’t good enough to stay in the White House,” he said, “Gina didn’t
come to my defense.
 
She just sat there
and let Dutch kick me out.
 
Talking about
I was still a stranger to them.
 
And then
they didn’t even want me to come here.”

“Gina was
the one,” Jade said, although Marcus knew it was more Dutch than Gina.
 
“She was the one talking about getting you a
place of your own.
 
As if they still
think you might have killed those people in that drive-by.”

“But back to
this three-million-dollar deal,” Marcus said.
 
“What does he want me to do?”

“He’ll have
to tell you that,” Jade said.
 
“I’m just
relaying the message.
 
He heard you
aren’t all that tight with your sister so he figures you can be bought.”

Marcus
smiled.
 
The only person who could have
told him that lie was Jade.
 
But it
played on her hatred all the same.
 
“Hell, yeah, I can be bought,” he said.

For the
right price, he also thought, any man could.

And that was
why he was now sitting in the Osgood mansion.
 
Thurston Osgood was standing at the window with his back to Marcus.
 
And his son remained a non-entity in the
room.

Thurston
turned around and looked at Marcus.
 
He
was a tall, wiry, gray-haired man with small, blue eyes and liver spots all
over his face.
 
He was elderly, in his
seventies easily, but he was as agile as a panther.

He walked
over to Marcus and sat down in the chair oddly placed directly in front of the
sofa.
 
They were within inches of each
other.

“Let me be
clear,” he said.
 
“I don’t like you.
 
I think you’re the scum of the earth.
 
After all your sister did to get you out of
that prison, and for you to turn around and be willing to do this to her, says
a lot about your character.”

Marcus
studied Thurston.
 
He knew exactly what
he was after.
 
That
killer instinct.
 
He had to be sure.
 
“What character?” Marcus asked.
 
“I’ll sell my newborn baby if the price is
right.
 
What the fuck I care about some
half-sister I barely know?”

Thurston
nodded his head.
 
Good answer, he
thought.
 
But he still wasn’t sure.
 
“Did you murder those people in that drive-by
shooting?”

“Hell nall.”

“So it was
true?
 
You were wrongfully convicted?”

“Yes.
 
That’s true.”

“You didn’t
participate in that drive-by?”

Marcus
smiled.
 
“I didn’t say I didn’t
participate.
 
I said I didn’t do the
shooting.”

Thurston
smiled.
 
What a slime ball.
 
“And you never ratted on the person who did
do the shooting?”

“And never
will.
 
I don’t snitch.
 
And never will.”

“I need your
access to get rid of somebody.”

“I
know.
 
Jade told me.
 
You want to get rid of the First Lady.”

“No, Marcus.
 
No.”
 
Thurston said.
 
“It’s the
president I want.
 
I had to say that it
was Gina Harber I was after in order to get a certain party on board, if you
know my meaning.”

Marcus
nodded.
 
Jade wouldn’t harm Dutch even if
her life depended on it.
 
But Gina?
 
She wanted
that bitch dead.
 
It wasn’t even close.

But Marcus
was on the same page with Thurston Osgood.
 
It was Dutch he was after, too.