38. Messiah

Her bare, wet ass slaps against the tile in the shower. I can feel her nails digging into my back but it only spurs me on as I fuck into her.

Getting into the shower with her had just been a tease at first. I wanted to see if she would let me. But when I saw her wet, soapy body something in me snap. All it took was one touch of her fingers against my hard cock to unleash the beast in me.

"Messiah," she moans, her face turned away from the water beating down on us.

Fuck, my name is beautiful when she moans it like that.

I grip her ass, slamming her body into me as my thrusting hips push her against the wall. Her pussy is fucking velvet. Every thrust of my cock into her makes me more feral. I can't get deep enough. I want to crawl into the same skin as her. Pulling her mouth to mine, I caress her tongue with mine and take in the taste of her toothpaste.

"Like that, Baby?" I ask.

She nods, her eyes closed as she leans her head against my shoulders. Sharp nails scrape across my back and the pain only makes the pleasure of her pussy intensify.

She stayed. My filthy little angel stayed and whether she finally realizes it or not I am not letting her go.

After our shower escapade, we prep ourselves to grab the next victim. I follow Angel to her apartment, and she digs out a set of worn clothes she bought from the thrift store. Once she is done up in her ‘street rat attire' she does look like a different person. She puts on her red wig and braids it before teasing it to look like she hasn't brushed it in a few days.

Once we step outside, she rubs her hands along the worn stone of the building to dirty her hands and neck.

"Junkies don't look clean," she tells me.

We take the L train into Garfield and huddle up against the cold as we move along the street to Joe's usual spot. As expected, he is standing against a street pole smoking a cigarette as he argues with someone on the phone.

"Phone on?" I ask.

She nods, her eyes fixed on Joe. Up the block and to the right is the deli where Brutus is likely stationed. My job is to go in and have a talk with him. As an insider with Charles, it won't look suspicious if I go creeping. Angel's job is to keep an eye on Joe and, if she gets the chance, get him alone so we can grab him. I don't like the idea of leaving her alone on the streets, but I tell myself that she survived alone for a year. She will be okay.

My fingers play with the fine hairs on the back of her neck before I press a kiss to her head and step into the street.

"Thirty minutes," I call back.

She nods and presses the wool hat further down on her head before turning toward Joe. I get to the other side of the street and watch her walk closer to him. Anger heats my body up as I realize that the fuck she is moving toward is one of the same ones that brutalized her in that video. Patience though. I just need some patience and he is going to suffer just like the rest of them.

The small deli is decorated with aged white and red decor. A clock ticks loudly on the wall and I see Brutus the moment I walk in. He is sitting at a table near the back door leading to the kitchen, staring down at a tablet as a cup of coffee steams in front of him.

"What can I do?" The man behind the counter asks.

He seems harmless, but his eyes shift as he looks me over then glances at Brutus.

"Here from Charles," I announce, my eyes focused on the fucker sitting down.

Brutus looks up, his face stoic as he sets his tablet aside and adjusts himself in the chair.

"About?" he asks.

"Just making a house call."

I nod to the man behind the counter before stepping closer to Brutus. I don't see a weapon on him, but I am sure he has one. If the guy behind the counter knows what business is dealt with here, he likely has a weapon as well.

"Is this about the other guys?" he asks, holding his hand out to offer me the seat across from him.

"Yeah."

Both of us keep our bodies tilted away from each other as we sit. He looks me over the same way I did him when I got here.

"This appears to be someone with a vendetta against your crew," I explain. "Now, I don't know why and I don't care. Charles hired me to stop them. I need your cooperation in doing that."

"Of course," he smiles.

I don't like this fucker. He thinks because he has made it to the "office job" that he is someone of worth. He isn't. He is just a low level drug peddler that has probably not even made it to a Disciple yet. As a militant, he is just fodder for the boss to get his work done. If shit goes down, no one is coming to help little Brutus here.

"Well, got any ideas?" I press.

Time is ticking and I have to get back to my Angel.

"I have no idea," he tells me. "They likely pissed off another dealer or two-faced someone. That whole lot ran together like a pack of wild dogs."

"Well, they are your men," I point out. "If they can't keep themselves in line, Charles sees it as an issue with the leadership they are under. Now, we have four guys dead and they were all under your watch. If it were me, I wouldn't be as calm and collected as you are right now."

I watch as he picks up his coffee and takes a sip, setting it down slowly as me eyes stay fixed on his movement. A ploy. He doesn't want me to see the tension in his body or how concerned he really is on this matter.

"Well, I'll keep an eye out," he tells me. "You can let Charles know that."

"I will," I answer, nodding my head as I stand. "And we expect no one else to be disappearing on your watch. If they do well – let's just say my next visit won't be as congenial."

I suppress the smirk that tries to escape as he narrows his eyes at me. Without another word, I step out of the deli and tuck my hands into my pockets as I turn toward the left and follow after Angel.

When I find her, she is in a heated discussion with Joe. The fuck knows my face so I can't get too close without spooking him. I don't know what the fight is about, but I keep my eyes on him to make sure he doesn't touch her or pull out a weapon.

Angel has deepened the pitch in her voice and keeps slurring her words. I only catch bits and pieces of the conversation over the sound of the traffic passing by on the road separating us. Joe turns away, ready to be done with conversation. My body tenses as he raises his hand toward her but he only waves her away.

"Go on!" he shouts.

"Come on, man. Anything –" A car passes by and cuts off the rest of her sentence.

How clueless of a schmuck can he be to not recognize the person in front of him? Granted, in her baggy clothes and wig, it doesn't look like Angel from this distance. Hell, the night she stabbed me, I didn't even know it was her.

Joe sighs, tucking his hands into his pockets as he turns back to her.

"I can come back with –" Another car cuts her off.

She is pushing too hard. She needs to get out of there. I tuck my hands into my pockets, the fingers of my right hand clutching my glock as I keep my eyes on Joe.

"Corey – "

Glancing up and down the street, I pull out a cigarette and light it before taking my phone out and pretending to look distracted while I smoke. I don't want my glaring to alert Joe. After a few more minutes of back and forth, it appears his resolve breaks. He steps closer to Angel, kneeling down to get a look at her face. She doesn't back away as she wrings her hands, pretending to be a druggy in need of a fix.

Sighing, Joe nods his head toward the gas station across the walkway from them. It is the same one where she tried to kill him before. It must be a usual place for him. As soon as they turn their backs to walk away from me, I count to three before following. I don't want her out of my sight. The two of them walk down the small alley on the side of the building and disappear around the back. Either the owner of the store knows what he does and turns a blind eye, or there are no cameras back there to witness what is about to happen.

Moving slowly, I keep myself pressed against the stone wall as I creep toward the back of the building. I can hear them talking.

"One rock," Joe says. "If you can do it well."

Motherfucker. I give him fifteen seconds to drop his guard before bolting around the corner. Joe's back is to me and it gives me just enough time to press the barrel of my gun to the back of his skull.

His entire body goes rigid and Angel steps back, glancing over at me and giving a sheepish grin. I dig my car keys out of my pocket and toss them to her.

"Go get the car, Baby," I say, stepping closer to Joe.

"What the fuck?"

He fumbles with the front of his pants and I see a flash of his flaccid little dick as he tries to tuck it away.

"Were you exposing yourself to my girl?" I growl, pressing the gun closer to his skull.

"No! I didn't know!"

"Baby, go get the car," I tell her.

She nods, walking quickly past me and disappearing around the corner. As soon as she is out of sight, I swing back and slam the butt of my gun handle into his head. He falls forward, landing with a smack against the dirty pavement.