Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Neo

Uncle and I were seated at the small kitchen table drinking coffee while Neeky cooked breakfast. I had no idea she could cook, as we were never in a domesticated situation.

Since arriving in the island, I've been preoccupied with finding the man who iced her parents that we haven't spent much time relaxing. Before arriving, I had no clue where to look or who to question. It was sheer luck that Mass Joe was in a confession mode when I arrived.

When we finished this business, I planned to take some time alone with her, getting to know each other. I want our affection to grow deeply, becoming unbreakable.

However, today was the day I would deal with Rusty, and afterwards, deal with the politician. We could have easily done both at the same time, but I wanted to give them both my undivided attention.

"Breakfast is ready," Neeky announced cheerily.

Neeky dished ackee and saltfish, with fried dumplings, and set before us, then dished her own and joined us. The meal was delicious, and I had her bring me seconds.

"I'm stuffed," I groaned. "I love ackee, I need to take some back with me to Italy and I need a good cook."

"Your mom can make it," Neeky suggested.

I laughed. "My mom? In the kitchen, making Jamaican food?"

"She can't cook?"

"Listen, my mom has been a DeLuca princess since she was a kid. My father said that my grandfather spoiled my mom ever since they met when she was thirteen."

Neeky shook her head. "That doesn't mean anything."

"Neeks, if my mom knows how to boil an egg, I'll eat my own sock."

We all laughed at my mom's inability to cook. Not only did grandad spoil her, but my father was also no different. For a man as dangerous as he was, he sure knew how to let her get away with anything. Sometimes I wonder if he feared my mom.

Uncle reached across the table to pat my hand. "What you plan on doing with the man?"

I stood and pushed my chair back. "Right now, Imma take shower."

"Neo," Neeky called after me when I walked away. "We're serious. What you plan on doing?"

"Babes, Imma take a shower and we roll. OK?"

After my shower, I dressed in a royal blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a silver tie. I met Neeky in the living room and she was also dressed – tight jeans, burgundy top, and black heels.

"Wow you look sexy." I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. "I could ravage you right now."

"Later Baby, let's deal with the demon. Shall we?"

I knew she was anxious to serve Rusty his due justice, so I kissed her deeply then released her. We walked hand in hand to the room. The man keeping watch, stepped away from the door to allow us entry. Squeezing her hand, I asked her if she was ready as her hand was shaking.

"I'm ready."

I pushed the door and we entered. Rusty was still tied up and gagged, the bag had been removed from his head, but he was blindfolded. He was lying on his side and appeared to be asleep when we entered the room. One of the Kings nudged him with his foot.

"Wake up, you fool," the King said.

Rusty raised his head, and the king removed the gag and blindfold. I moved the few paces that separated us and came to stoop beside him.

"Yuh ready for some fun, Rusty Cock?" I sneered.

Now that the blindfold and gag were removed, he blinked and opened his eyes wide. Our eyes made four and I looked the into deep dark soul of evil.

"Whey yuh a go do to mi?"

His voice was hoarse, perhaps from sleeping on the cold floor. I patted his cheek and the man looked at me as though I was a mad man. I chuckled and rose to full height.

"Bring the man a bottle of water, will you? He'll need his strength."

The King left to bring the water while Rusty and I sized up each other. The anger in his eyes could burn. Only, I was used to much more heat.

"If yuh going to kill me, just do it. I not ‘fraid of yuh."

A sly smile curled the corners of my mouth. "Well you should. Tell me, how do you normally take a life?"

"Whey yuh a ask me?" he snarled. "I no have to tell you shit. Me is a bad man. I kill my boss and take him place. One shot to the head and him done."

I nodded, still smiling. "Yeah, the almighty gunshot. That's all you got. Me … well, you'll see."

The water arrived and the man finished the bottle within a few seconds. I directed the king to bring a chair, a small table, and my special bag. While we waited Neeky paced the floor, and I hummed out of tune.

The King brought the chair and table that I asked for, along with my bag. I dropped the bag on the table and opened it, picking out a pair of plyers.

The killer looked at me with disdain as the King yanked him up off the floor and set him on the chair, releasing his hands from their bonds. I grinned as I grabbed his hand staring into his eyes. Using the players I gripped is right thumb nail and yanked. The man squealed in pain as the nail fell on the table. He stared at it as if it was an alien object. With his eyes wide he looked at me and back at the thumb nail.

I beckoned to the King to come and hold his hand down as I handed the plyers to Neeky. I held down his other hand while Neeky plucked the nail from his index finger.

"That felt good," she said with glee.

"You like that, baby?"

"Hmm-hmm," she breathed. "So sexy."

"Woman, don't start what you can't finish."

She made a face at me and pulled another nail. "Who says I can't finish what I started. Try me."

The rasta man was bawling like a baby. I took the plyers gently from her hand and plucked the nail from a pinky. Each time we plucked a nail he screamed in pain. Eventually all ten nails lay on the floor while his fingers bled.

"So Rusty, do you like my hospitality?"

"Bomboclaat bwoy, a whey you a do?" His voice slurred as if he was drunk.

"Just giving you what you deserve."

Done with his fingers, I pondered doing the toes now, but thought I'd leave that for last. I wanted to have some fun with him to see how long he could last.

Setting the plyers down, I picked out a box with small nails and a hammer from my bag. I gave Neeky one nail and the hammer and instructed her to drive it through his thumb. Another blood curdling scream could be heard in the room as Neeky drove the nail.

We had nailed a few when uncle walked in. "Hey, you started without me."

Uncle walked over and took the hammer from Neeky, picked out a nail and drove it into the man's pointing finger. The hoarse voice became worse, and the screams were like stone rubbing against an aluminum grater.

The blood coursing through me at that moment was hot and my dick was hard. "So you see Rusty, you and I are so different. Me? I relish the pain I can bring you."

As he grunted and whimpered, a few more kings walked into the room. Their eyes settled on me admiring me from head to toe. These young bloods seemed awestruck and that soothed my ego. I knew I was something different. I was also teaching them new tricks on how to torture a bad man. A Jamaican bad man. They will never be the same again.

Picking up the plyers I instructed the men to hold his head back where I extracted two incisors. Rusty almost fainted. I knew the pain was excruciating and he was bleeding profusely from his mouth. I wanted him to drown in his own blood, but I wasn't ready for him to die.

Neeky rubbed her body up on me. "Baby let me do the next one. I wanna see more blood. I wanna see him suffer. I wanna hear his screams!"

"You so sexy right now, sweet cheeks." I handed her the plyers.

Neeky was strong as she plucked out his teeth like a pro. I was proud of her and wanted to grab her right there, to bend her over and fuck her. She looked at me, sticking out her tongue and running it across her lips. Fuck, she was teasing me, breathing hard for me as she looked into my eyes while extracting a canine. Her nipples were prominent in her blouse that I wanted to tear from her body.

I grabbed the plyers from her and flung it on the table. I then gripped her hand and pulled her out the door, striding purposely down the hall and into my bedroom. She quickly unzipped her jeans while I fiddled with my belt. She pulled the garment down her ass and bent over, showing me her glistening pussy.

Her pussy was wet and waiting, and my dick was hard as nails. Releasing my dick from the pants, I slapped her ass with it while she wiggled for me.

"Give it to me Baby," she hummed joyfully.

Parting her cheeks I went right in. Her tight pussy was wet and warm.

"Oh fuck!" I groaned.

"Oh-oh-oh," Neeky uttered as my dick sank deeply into her.

Her walls closed around my dick like a vice, sucking me in. The sweet sensation rippled through me as I plunged in and out of her. She groaned and moaned calling my name, begging me not to stop.

"Yes, right there … fuck me."

"Ohh your pussy is so sweet."

She reached back and slapped her own ass. "Give it to me my baby, give it to me. Give it to me my baby, give it to me!"

"Fuck woman, you're driving me crazy."

"I want you baby. I want you deeper … deeper … harder … harder!"

As my cock slid back and forth, her ass slapped my pelvis. I love the sound of our fucking and I didn't care that there were men around who could hear us. They could watch for all I care.

"Damn it, I'm coming," I grated. "Fuck."

Neeky's pussy clenched me, closing tightly around me as I could feel her release. She tried to muffle her sound, but it came out shrieking anyway.

We both came at the same time, our bodies tingling with the remnants of our passion. Sweat glistened on Neeky's ass cheeks, while I could feel the trickle down my back and my face. Our labored breathing was now the only sound in the room.

My spine tingled with anticipation of returning to our task in the next room. Neeky was just as excited as I was and that surprised me. I knew that I had the sadistic blood of Adriano and Melody inside me, I never anticipated my woman being the same.

I kissed Neeky's lips. "Let"s go baby. Let"s see how much he can handle."