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In that moment, she fancied she could smell her grandmother’s perfume as she cradled and rocked the baby. She finally could have her way ... She’d been strong for hours, not daring to let all the pent-up sadness and anger leave, knowing if she lost her composure, it could hurt her boys. But now, all she could do was cry and rock back and forth; the deep, hearty emotions bellowed out, unstoppable. Torrential sighs of relief escaped her mouth as she held that baby tight, her fingers sprawled across the back of the infant’s head, making sure she was secure.

She looked down at her blessing, kissed her lightly upon her tiny nose, then the cheeks and lips.  Isis was sleepy, her eyes opening every so often. It didn’t matter, Xenia was going to have her say.

“
Isis, you know my heart beats for you and your brothers. I am so happy to have you, baby.” Her voice trembled and caught in her throat. The words came out chopped up, drenched in pain and sweet relief. I wanted you so badly, Daddy and I both did, and he made sure, we got to keep you. Now, I really
do
have it all. I love you so much, baby.”

She shivered, and kissed the baby again along the cheek, rocking her steady against her breasts. Soon, she felt heat and a glow from the fireplace. She gasped in pleasant surprise and looked upward, toward the staircase. Though it was a distance away, out the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Saint’s turned back as he walked back into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him...

Thank you, honey, for the fire ... and thank you for my sweet baby girl...

She thought back to
Jagger, Lawrence, Osaze and Beset. They’d all played key roles, they’d worked together and saved her little girl’s life. Ahhh yes, Beset. Xenia smiled as she relaxed a bit in the comfortable seat, her crying subsiding. She leaned back in the chair as the fire warmed her face and limbs. She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about the crafty old woman...

Beset and Saint
had plotted months in advance. He’d cut an area in the closet and allowed the old woman to create it how she saw fit. Beset had made an unbelievable nursery, four feet high and twenty feet long under the guestroom’s expansive closet with a shallow, built in crib. She’d been working on it for weeks, hoping she’d never have to use it. Saint had gone inside of it several times, ensuring that it was progressing to his satisfaction, and helped hammer some parts of it down, securing it.

Inside was a
large bottle, attached to an even larger cooler and wooden slab. All Isis had to do was suck on the nipple as she would any other time, and the bottle tilted downward, allowing immediate flow of chilled breast milk. After fifteen seconds of inactivity, it would stop until the sucking on the nipple would begin again. There was a full supply of Xenia’s breast milk inside the electric cooler, enough to last at least two weeks. Xenia laughed, now knowing where all the milk she’d frozen for a few days had gone. She’d shrugged it off thinking it had been accidentally thrown out; not realizing Beset was stock piling it.

This also explained the hammering she’d hear occasionally coming out of the old lady’s room. She’d asked Saint about it, but he always lied saying he was hanging a picture for her— but there were never any new pictures on the walls.

Xenia had taken a closer look at the crawlspace—and was truly amazed. A blanket was secured to the floor for cushioning but unable to be moved, so as to avoid smothering and two plastic battery operated fans on opposite sides of the odd enclosure, ensuring the baby didn’t get too hot while lying in her small bed. The upper boards were also creased, allowing airflow. Of course, the baby was found with an overly full diaper—there was no way around that—but every other need was taken care of, including her telling Saint’s father at the last minute where the child was, just in case she perished in the attack.

Everyone was shocked at how resourceful, resilient and smart the old woman was. It also explained why she kept going into her bedroom while they waited for
Nizsm’s sons.

So
Saint, this is why you disappeared into the guestroom at odd hours of the night over the past few months with tools in hand, no shirt and sliced up, old jeans! You were keeping good on your promise—to protect our princess...

****

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Damon, a tall, blonde man, scowled as he looked at Brooks in disbelief. “You come in here with no news. You’ve been gone all this time and then we find out you’re back home but you don’t seem to have a clue as to the mission and what your assignment was.”

Brooks grinned
. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Damon. I don’t know anything about that. What assignment?”

The man ran his fingers through his hair and stepped back from Brooks. He sighed loudly
, while the other men looked at one another in confusion.

“He’s
lost his mind,” Damon whispered to them. “Do you have amnesia?! Jesus!” Then in a louder voice, “Hey, did any of you get any reports or records from him, from the Rainbeau Knight Group? People will think we made this shit up!”

“Sir, I checked my emails from Brooks and none of them were there
. It is like they were wiped clean! I can’t even really recall what they entailed either. It’s really strange.”

“Me
, too,” another man piped up. “Everything is gone and I know I got some; I just can’t remember what they were for.”

Brooks
kept his silly grin pasted on. “Why did you ask me to come here? What was the assignment about anyway? I’ve been having some problems with my memory lately.” He frowned and scratched his head.

“What?
” Damon yelled angrily, gripping Brooks by the chin and turning his face to him. “Look, Brooks, we sent you to California to spy on Saint Aknatnen and the Rainbeau Knights and find out everything they were planning so we could shut them down!  We are a group designed for the upliftment of the white race, Brooks, remember?! Thing is,” he scratched his head as well, “I can’t recall what the fuck we discussed after that! We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for months, thinking you were still there or dead. Come to find out, you’ve been home for a while now and didn’t even let us know. What have you been doing all of this damn time?”

Brooks looked dreamily out their office window, ignoring Damon as
the man continued to hurl questions his way. Just then, a young woman with dark, mocha skin, natural curly hair and jeans so tight every curve of her legs was well defined, walked past, just outside the window with what appeared to be two of her friends. She tilted her head back, laughing, and moved carefree right on past, like a breath of fresh air.

“Damn she’s
a real beaut! I’d love to get up close and personal with her,” Brooks said breathlessly.

“What tha
FUCK
?!”

****

“Are you coming down?” Saint cradled his cellphone as he took another shot on the pool table.

“What is this all about?”

“I wanted to play a game of pool with you, like I told you.”

“Do I need a robe? I’m bringing a robe. It’s too cold down there.”

“Stop being a big baby and bring your sexy ass down here.”

He heard her laugh on the other end. “Alright, let me check on
Isis one last time. Beset is reading the boys a story. I want to kiss them goodnight and then I’ll be down.”

“Alright.”

He disconnected the call. Saint tossed his phone on a nearby chair, hunched down, and shot the red ball into the pocket, causing a loud clinking sound. A few moments later, he could feel her ... sense her ... almost taste her. She approached from behind but he kept his back toward her, grinning to himself.

“Saint, what the heck is going in here?”
Xenia asked softly. He casually looked at her over his shoulder, watching her eyes roam the game room that he’d prettied up with romantic red candlelight and the soft, erotic sounds of old-school sounds of Jodeci.

“I want to get it on
... let’s be alone, alone...”
the R&B trio crooned.

He turned away from her and hit another ball into the pocket, moving leisurely around the green, felt table.

“You don’t have any damn clothes on. You’re butt ass naked. You said we were playing pool...”

“We are.” He kept his back turned and hit another ball into the pocket.

“Uh, I thought with a different set of balls, Saint ... not like, just two.” She snickered as she walked casually past him, her white silk robe wrapped tightly around her body.

Saint grinned, appreciative of her humor. He then removed the rest of the balls from the table, placing them back inside the racking triangle. Before
Xenia could utter another word, he lifted her off the ground, and delicately placed her on the table, snatching her robe open and exposing the matching silky gown underneath that clung to her tawny, oiled body. She gasped. He watched her eyes widen as he leaned possessively over her, and traced the side of her neck with the tip of his tongue in a languid oral assault. He glanced up to stare lazily at her parted lips, then down to her nipples that strained against the flimsy fabric of her gown.  He exhaled loudly, then grinded against her, spreading her legs wider and intertwining their fingers.

“I’m taping you,” he confessed, looking up at a corner of the room, where a tiny red light was on.

“A sex tape?” her raspy voice purred.

“I prefer to think of it as…” He ran his fingers casually through her hair. “…documentation of a job well done.”

“So ... you’re going to fuck me on the pool table and videotape it?”

Saint sucked his bottom lip seductively. “That’s the plan.”

“I thought that in the game of pool, it was improper to be a banger?” Xenia teased as Jodeci’s sexy lyrics inspired her to move sexily, enticingly on the hard green billiard cloth. She slid upward and gave him an irresistible come hither look.

Saint glanced back up at the camera. “In this case, it is excusable. I want to get the money shot, or rather, the bank shot, on tape. You had me waiting so long, I thought I was going to have to hold the blue ball.” He smirked.

“You plan to break me off a little somethin’ somethin’?” Xenia grinned as she wiggled, removing her robe and gown and slipping them past her feet to the floor.

“I won’t choke, and I plan to cinch the position. For someone that doesn’t enjoy shooting pool, you sure know what you’re talking about.” He bent down, taking her Hershey kiss nipple into his warm mouth. She moaned in response, running her hands up and down his back.

“Enough of my family played. I picked up on a thing or two.”

“Well.” Saint raised his head and looked intensely in her eyes.

“Do you know the term, ‘drill’?”

His sexy intonation clung to the air like vapor.

“Oh, you’re quiet? Don’t have anything to say?” he asked softly in direct contrast to his all-pervading facial expression, and he knew it. “It means to beat someone at the game...”

“...And you use, your cue ... stick?” She smiled naughtily up at him, placing her finger in her mouth and sucking it slowly.

“I do, and I don’t need an extension. It grows all on its own.” He moaned seductively, reaching down and grabbing the base of his dick. He watched Xenia peer downward, as he rubbed it briskly, his thumb moving quickly over the swollen head seeping with pre-cum. “You like watching me jack off my stick?”

Xenia
popped her finger back in her mouth and looked into his eyes. “Yes...”

“Before we get into any stroking, I think my pole needs polishing. Can you help me out?”

Xenia grinned as she grinded her hips sensually to urge a response from his throbbing member.

“You want me to put it my mouth?” she asked, child-like softly ... sexily.

“Put it in your mouth...”

“Put it in my mouth?” she repeated as she got on her knees on the table and beckoned him to join her on the green bed. He did.

“In your mothafuckin’ mouth...”

They played together, amusing one another, but not long after, he was done toying with her. He gripped the back of her head as she enveloped his cock in her mouth, guzzling him loudly, making him rock against her, and lost himself.

“Yeah ... keep tonguing me down! Suck it good, baby ... shhhhhit!” His head lulled back, his hips slowly grinding to the rhythm of her hot mouth. He looked down at the thin trail of saliva on her bottom lip from the tip of his dick, enjoying her tricky mouth work. He wanted to take it to the next level.

“Baby, let’s switch up.” He moved her beautiful body just as he wanted her, in a sixty-nine position, their mouths close to each other’s candy. Saint lay on his side, with
Xenia’s head on his thigh while she took his shaft into her hands, and began her oral loving once more. Saint jerked against her, hissing as he gently pulled her hair. He then lowered his lips to her drenched pussy, making her purr as he rubbed his mouth and tongue on it, creating an avalanche for the perfect orgasmic storm, fit for a Queen. And the camera captured it all…

Jodeci sung ‘Feenin’ while Saint gripped his baby’s leg, bringing her as close to him as he could, killing her softly.
Xenia was unraveling right before his lips...