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What was messed up was seeing him in such a peaceful state made me want to mess with him. It was like it was absolutely impossible for me not to. I leaned down and licked his lips first, then trapped his bottom one between my own, sucking sensually.

One hand was around my neck immediately, holding me in place while he nastily kissed me back while the other was in my pajama shorts playing with my swollen lips. It was pure euphoria as I pushed against his hand.

“Mhmm,” I moaned into his mouth, feeling like I was about to literally bust and I did just that. Within seconds I was cumming all over his hand and thoroughly out of breath.

When we parted, I hovered over him, satisfied. That was one way to de-stress.

EIGHTEEN

Posydiann

I had just fallen to sleep when a phone started ringing in the room. I was fully prepared to ignore that shit when Syn hit my shoulder.

“Psy, that’s your phone,” she moaned while still asleep.

My eyes popped open and I immediately reached for my phone. A call at this time of night only meant one thing. Kal’s name was across my screen, which meant he had something good for me.

I answered the phone and slipped out of bed. Syn wasn’t a heavy sleeper, so she heard everything.

“Yo,” I answered in a hushed tone, easing out of bed.

“I got that for you. And in light of what happened earlier, you probably wanna meet me up here. I already called Killah; he’s on his way.”

“I’m headed that way right now.” I hung up the phone, moving into my closet. I stepped into a pair of black sweats then pulled a hoodie over my head. I threw on a pair of socks, slipped on slides, and walked back into the bedroom.

Karsyn was sitting up, rubbing her head, then she looked directly at me. “Where are you going?”

I looked at her for a moment. Though our room was dark, the streetlight peeked in, giving me the perfect visual of her.

“If I told you I was going to kill yo’ daddy, what would you say?”

“I’d say get it done quick and hurry home.”

Her response brought a smile to my lips. She didn’t even hesitate. “Aight, gimme a kiss and go back to sleep.”

I moved toward her and lowered my face across the bed to kiss her. On some straight nasty shit, she licked my lips then tried to give me a quick peck. I caught her ass before she could pull back.

When I finally left the house, I was ready to handle things and take it home. This afternoon, when I got the call from Kolton, my whole core shook. Even when I got eyes on her I didn’t feel right. I had to be in her space, to make sure she was alright. She seemed fine, and that alone calmed me, but I still craved the death of the motherfucker who set this up. Charles Curr. Who was he to think he could threaten what was mine? I wanted his blood so badly my own boiled.

He had to die tonight, along with Winston, who had done a good job of hiding. Too bad he wasn’t better than those who found him.

The ride to the pier was quick, considering I sped the whole way and didn’t stop at a light. I wanted all of this done, so I could go home to my family. When I pulled up to the warehouse, Killah’s vehicle was already parked right next to Kal’s.

I hopped out of the car, headed toward the entrance when my phone started ringing. I expected it to be Syn, seeing as I knew she wasn’t going right back to sleep after I left. To my surprise it wasn’t her at all, but the number Oren usually called from.

“What’s up?” I answered.

“Been mowing that shit down, boss. I heard about what happened earlier. You need me to come clean something up?” he asked, concern etched in his voice.

“Nah, I’ma clean this one up myself. NorthPark party finished?”

“Hell yeah. The last party was this morning.” He laughed.

“Good look. I’ll let you know if I have any more overtime.”

“Bet.”

By the time we hung up, I was inside the warehouse where I heard whimpering and laughing. Up front was one of my normal guards, who greeted me immediately.