The Tale of the Blood Diamond (41 page)

“Ahhhhh! Shit baby…I want you so bad!”

He pried her thighs farther apart and nestled his face against the crook of her neck. Then, he took hold of his cock and pushed upward inside of her, causing them both to cry out.

“Ahhhhh! Xzion, ohhhhh….”

“Uhhhh! Uhhhh!” His thrusts were short, hard, fast and choppy. He pressed close to her body, fucking with no flair, not caring one bit. All she could see as she held him close around the neck was his heavily tattooed back and his slightly lighter ass lifting a short bit before plunging back inside of her over and over. He slid in from a slight angle, causing his hips to compress as he continued to enter her with merciless thrusts. He gripped her tightly around her waist, keeping her to him and before long, she felt the tingling in her lower stomach and groin as the man caused a climax that made her raise her leg high in the air. Her foot, clad in a black stocking, pressed violently against the damn steering wheel. Afraid she may sound the alarm, she tried to readjust herself, but it was too late. Her eyes fluttered as the feeling increased and intensified.

“That feels good! So good! Don’t stop!” she screamed, grabbing a fistful of his hair. She fell into a state of clumsy euphoria.

“Uhhh! Uhhh! Ahhhhh!” He kept slamming into her, never growing tired, slowing or letting up. “This is what you wanted!” he yelled out. “This is what I needed! Uhhh!”

He kept right on, his muscular arms cradling her as he fucked her with his all of his strength.

“Ohhh God!” Streams of moisture released from her body and she could do nothing to stop the pussy rainstorm. He had the audacity to push his hand between them and slide his fingertips against her engorged zone. Then, slowly, torturously, he grasped his cock, pulled all the way out, reared back and forced it back inside of her, over and over again. He slammed into her, making her cum repeatedly and scream until her throat grew hoarse.

“Uhhh! Uh!” He didn’t stop, though she was loose as a rag doll now, barely able to keep herself afloat. In all the mayhem, he gently cupped her face and made her look up at him.

“I love you…” he mouthed. His expression was peaceful, placid, not at all matching the way his commanding body was going to town on hers. He made love to her as if they were in a wrestling ring, but his lips and eyes communicated how he saw her as a gentle flower he didn’t dare damage.

“I love you too…”

Burying his head onto her chest, he gripped her ass cheeks, making her body mold and become flush with his rock hard form. Running to his own climax as if time were suddenly of the essence, he lunged deeply within her, then paused, making her lose her damned breath.

“Xzion!” She came alert all right when again he thrust every inch deep inside of her, and didn’t move — he just stayed there, making her
feel
it. The intensity skyrocketed to an uncharted level.

He slowly pulled half way out and repeated the action, causing the same reaction, only this time, he groaned so loud and deep, it was as if he had left her to go to some primitive place only he had admittance to. She couldn’t see his face, but his body…his body twitched. He was losing control.

“Uhhhhh!”

And then she felt his release…the cool pleasure shooting inside of her. He shuddered as she embraced him tighter; then he sighed, and went quiet. He gathered her against him, as close as could be.

She could feel it in his touch. The man didn’t want to let go… He knew she had to leave, but he needed her so desperately. She didn’t know how he found out about her little fantasy, but he had, and he’d used it at as a catalyst to bring them that much closer. She ran her hands across his shoulder blades, showering him with the sweetest of affections. Casually checking the time, she lay back against the seat to savor the sensual bliss.  She probably wouldn’t make it to the courthouse on time, and she was fine with that. She’d get up early the next morning and take care of it. Right now, her man needed her…so there was
nowhere
else that she should be…

****

One week later…

“And this is what you do when I take a vacation day?” Jayme pushed her finger into her pink and white Reebok sneaker, fixing the bunching of her sock. Xzion shot her a brief glance. He gripped the video game controller a bit tighter as he played Halo 3.

“I…can’t help it. You should’ve never pointed these out in the toy store. This is awesome!” He couldn’t wipe the grin off of his face as he killed another ‘bad guy.’

“Why in the world would you want to play video games about aliens?! You don’t get enough by doing the real thing all day, every day?!”

“The same reason basketball and football players play game video games! I dunno.” He shrugged, semi-irritated she was yet again distracting him. “It’s fun…but Zachary is trying to beat me.”

The little boy’s eyes were so zoned in and fixated on the damned thing, he barely blinked.

“I don’t approve of him of playing that.  It’s entirely too violent.” Jayme got to her feet and sighed, no doubt knowing that even if Xzion agreed, they’d just start up again after she left.

“You do realize that while on Zarkstorm he saw his fair share of the things you’d consider nothing short of disturbing, right?”

“Oh!” She put her hand on her hip. “So
now
you tell me this after you and Aton lied to my face and said things were quiet and peaceful.”

“We didn’t lie…” He kept his eyes on the television screen. “Ahhh! I almost got my face bitten off!” He laughed maniacally. “We simply stretched the truth.”

“Same difference!”

“You’re his mother, you are doing what human mothers do but thankfully for him, he’s got meeee!” Xzion cackled, quite pleased with himself. “Ohhhhhh! Zach, my man! You almost got iced!”

“Daaaadeeeee!” The boy squealed as he pushed up close against his father, determination and hope in his big, shiny eyes.

“Look.” Jayme pointed at them as if they were bums squatting in her home without her permission. “When I get back from the store and gas station, I expect the two of you to be away from this game and ready to play Candy Land and eat some popcorn.”

Xzion rolled his eyes and smirked. “Yes dear,” he teased.

Jayme grinned, stuck her tongue out at him and left the house.

After a few minutes, Xzion sighed and put the game on pause, causing more sighs and protests from Zachary.

“I know, I know, but Mommy is right.” He turned the television off. “We need to take advantage of her day off, spend it as a family.” He looked at the time on the DVD player. “Mommy probably won’t be back for a while. Let’s go outside and play some ball. Sound good?” He ran his hand over his son’s head, eliciting a big smile and a nod.

A few moments later, they were running around after one another in the vast backyard. Zachary was having a heck of a time kicking a ball in a straight line. It was one of the few things he wasn’t advanced at.

“Okay, now wait.” Xzion raced to his side and held the ball out. “You must’ve gotten this poor coordination from your mother’s side,” he teased.

Zachary grunted and kicked as hard as his little body would allow. The orange kickball went airborne, flying wild like birds in the skies. Zachary went after the thing, but it was too late. As it descended from the air, a man in an unzipped black leather coat, white shirt, slouchy jeans and white sneakers caught the ball. The man’s skin glistened under the sunlight, and his dark sunglasses picked up the reflection of the trees. Feeling a surge of anxiety, Xzion shot a look towards Zachary. Before he could boot up his eye, the man dropped the ball, brandished a gun and pulled the child towards him.

“Hello, Mr. Khrome. This has been a long time comin’. All of my patience has finally paid off.”

“Who are you and what the hell do you want?”

“Yeah, let’s discuss that. I think we need to have a talk. Get the fuck in this goddamn house.” The man waved the gun towards the unlocked side door. “This is a visit that is
long
overdue…”

****

All Xzion could think about was that if he made the wrong damn move, his son could get killed. His whole world was cradled in a stranger’s arms who was now marching him into his house at gunpoint, his child a hostage, as they were escorted into his own living room. He didn’t care about getting shot, but the gun could be turned on Zachary, and that would have an entirely different outcome. Zachary wasn’t protected from bullets. It would be the end of his little boy…

All of the things he could’ve done to turn this situation in his favor were no longer a viable option and he’d never felt so paralyzed in all of his life. Not even an attempted mind control would work, for as the man slipped into a trance, the gun could go off. It was entirely too risky.

“Sit down,” the man commanded, still cradling the child to his chest with one hand and brandishing the gun with the other. He pointed in the direction of a Lazy Boy chair near an end table with two family photos atop it. Xzion did as told and, in the quiet of his internal confines, scanned the man from head to toe:

Lorenzo Carter, thirty-two, 6’2, 205 lbs., currently carrying two weapons: Beretta 92 and .45 ACP semi-automatic pistol.

“Now, I’m not one to waste a lot of time paddy cakin’.” The man’s dull, dark brown eyes scanned the room, then landed on the family photos. “Oh, so you uh family man?” He laughed, squeezing Zachary a bit tighter. The toddler wiggled in the monster’s grip, forcing the man to tug at him and push his body tighter and higher to his own. Zachary emitted a soft uncomfortable moan.

“Yeah…this your boy, huh? You gotta family, yeah…” The guy smirked. “That’s real interesting, because you been tearin’ up peoples’ families for a long ass time. I know all about you, ‘XXX Killer’…”

Xzion felt his insides warming. He wracked his mind thinking of things he could do…
options
. He panicked a bit more at the thought of Jayme coming through that door, her arms full of groceries and a man taken off guard, blasting her away.

“You like to cut people up, then brand ’em. You are a real sick fucker, you know that?” The man moved about the room, looking at the artwork then back at Xzion. “Before I kill you, I want to get some things straight and don’t get any ideas or a bullet will go in this little son of a bitch’s head first. Don’t believe me? Just try it.”

Xzion looked into the demon’s eyes and could plainly see he wasn’t calling any bluff. He’d done this shit before, and the fact that a child was involved proved to be no motivation for a meeting of the minds.

“Almost three years ago, you took someone important away from me. His name was Lewis Carter.”

Oh my God. Preacher…the club where I first saw Jayme…

“All over the news, for
years
, reports rolled out about some mad man killin’ drug dealers and anyone in his way! These were people!” Spit sprayed out of the man’s mouth as his anger reached new heights. “And here you are, no doubt in police and government protection; you were probably hired by them! Makes sense to me. I’ve been watching you, tailing you for the past few days and I finally got my chance. You get to be out in your damned yard, playin’ ball ’nd shit with your son but Preacher’s kids’ Daddy dead, man! All because of
you
!”

Xzion remained motionless and clasped his hands. He kept his eye on the man, waiting for a moment — any moment would do — when he could get his son away from him and put an end to this once and for all.

Just then, the faint sound of the front door opening was caught by Xzion’s acute hearing. He leaned over, ever so slightly, his heart beating a bit faster as each half second passed.

“I know you two better not be still playing that Halo mess!” Jayme called out. A crinkling noise followed from the bags more than likely hanging over her wrists. “I’m cooking tonight, Xzion. We can watch a good movie, too. Damn it feels good to be off today. The lady in the deli told me to tell you, ‘hello.’ You have quite a fan base in the butcher area, too.” She chuckled.

Lorenzo stood there with a smirk on his face and his hand wrapped tightly around the little boy’s mouth. He backed away until he was hidden by a partition. “Say one goddamn word, and I promise you, I’ll put a bullet so deep in his skull it will take a shovel to dig it out,” he whispered.

Xzion swallowed and waited for what felt like an eternity as Jayme made her way down the long hallway. As she took step after step, Lorenzo got into position then leapt out, causing her to shriek and scream as he held her tight around her waist. Jayme fought, trying her damndest to knee him. She twisted in his grip, smacked and pulled.

In the commotion, Zachary managed to slide out of his grip and run straight towards his father after the man pushed him harshly in the back. Xzion shot up from his seat and took the boy in his embrace, but then looked at Lorenzo who now held his wife…Jayme. Her eyes glared at the man but then, she seemed to relax a little. Her chest heaved up and down, but her eyes…yes, they were all knowing, as if she knew this son of a bitch.

Lorenzo waved the gun at him, tipping the nose diagonally as he sneered, his hatred for him so clear in his eyes. “Sit the
fuck
back down! Nobody told your raggedy ass to stand the fuck up! Now, I got your woman! Look at this shit!” His voice had a rasp to it, a note of exasperation. Jayme seemed to be struggling to breathe as his grip tightened around her throat. She started to reach for her back pocket but Xzion gave a subtle shake of the head in a silent, ‘No.’ He couldn’t let her take that chance. Zachary sobbed on his father’s lap, cradled close like the fearful child that he was.