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Chapter 5

Later that night, in the darkness of her room, Ahli was entrapped in her own head. She lay on her side, facing the wall as a sea of thoughts rushed through her mind like a tidal wave. Ahli battled the confusion coursing through her body, mainly because Sadie had made a point to let her know that VEM was ready to be sold on the market. What she had failed to mention was that she meant in the U.S. Sadie hadn’t said anything about VEM being sold already overseas, but then again, Sadie was the boss. She didn’t have to tell anyone anything, and she had made that clear.

Ahli let out a sigh and opened the night table on the side of her bed. From it, she pulled out an old photo of her and her mom. Ahli had to have been about 2 years old in the picture, sitting on Rhebecca’s lap, smiling big with a lollipop in one of her hands. They were on the steps of a house that Ahli didn’t remember, but she knew her father had taken the photo because she saw his reflection in one of the windows. Rhebecca had been stunningly beautiful, and that was one of the things she’d passed down to her daughters. Ahli lay quietly, looking into her mother’s eyes and wishing that, just for a second, she could have her back.

Ahli couldn’t help but wonder how she would have turned out if she’d had a normal family life. She imagined herself as a music teacher, standing in front of a classroom of small children. But that daydream was cut short when she remembered that, even before she and Rhonnie were born, her parents had never lived normal lives. She and Rhonnie were never destined to be regular.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft tapping on her door. She wasn’t sure if her ears were playing tricks on her, so she lay still and held her breath. After a few moments, the same tapping sounded again, and that time she got up from the bed. When she cracked open the door to see what Rhonnie wanted, she saw that it wasn’t Rhonnie, but Brayland.

“I was on my way to the crib, but you were on my mind heavy,” he told her with a sincere look in his eyes. When she didn’t open the door wide enough for him to enter, he held a bottle of wine and two glasses up in the air. “I grabbed this from the cellar. I can’t pronounce the name on it for shit, but it looks expensive.”

Ahli bit the inside of her cheek as he shrugged his shoulders goofily. Fighting back the smiles he put on her face always proved to be the hardest task, and once again, she failed. Even in her moments of gloom, Brayland knew how to brighten her spirits. She couldn’t lie, some company would be nice, and at one point in time, they did share Ahli’s suite. When she opened the door all the way, the first thing Brayland did was whisk her into a deep kiss. The moment their lips touched, she felt herself melt into him.

“I thought I needed that more than you did, but maybe I was wrong,” he said when their kiss broke.

“I thought today would be a relaxing day. Clearly, I was wrong,” she sighed, closing the door behind him.

Once inside, Brayland took a seat on one of the sofa chairs in the corner of the large room. He opened the bottle of wine and filled the two glasses before placing it on the small table in front of him. After handing her a glass, his eyes went to something in her hand, and when she looked down, she saw that she was still holding the photo of her mother and her. He’d seen it many times, because she often pulled it out when she had a lot on her mind.

“You good?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t know,” Ahli said and put the photo back where she’d gotten it from. “It’s just a lot to process, I guess.”

“VEM?”

“Yeah,” she stated. “Shit’s crazy.”

“To be all the way real with you, after that first year of working for Sadie, I forgot all about it. Don’t tell her I said this, but I don’t think I ever thought it would work. I mean, when you first told me about it all those years ago, it sounded like a myth,” Brayland said and made his voice go sarcastically deeper. “Vita E Morte. Life and death.”

“It was a myth,” Ahli said. “It was still a myth when I handed Sadie the formula, but apparently not.”

“I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me about it. I didn’t know we kept secrets from each other.”

“Well, I would have told you if I had known about it myself.”

“Wait, you mean Sadie ain’t tell you?”

“Not until today,” Ahli said.

“Damn.” Brayland looked shocked. “The way y’all act sometimes, I would think you were the best of friends.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, but I can say that it shocked me that she just told me today. Especially since it’s already being sold in Azua. Especially since . . .” Ahli let her voice trail off, and she sat in the chair opposite him and took a big sip of her wine.

“Especially since what?”

“I just can’t help but think of my mom, you know?”

“What about her?”

“That she would be disappointed in me for giving the formula to anybody.”

“You don’t trust Sadie?”

“With my life.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“What if . . . what if VEM was supposed to be hidden forever? I mean, my mom and my dad hid it for a reason. It was only by chance that I found it in the first place.”

“Then they should have destroyed it,” Brayland said like it wasn’t rocket science, and Ahli’s eyes shot daggers his way. “I’m just saying, baby. If that was the only documented recipe for a drug that shouldn’t be on this earth, why was it still here? If it was so dangerous, why didn’t they get rid of it when they had the chance to? Or even after that?”

“I don’t know. But when my dad was struggling with us, before we got into the business we’re into, why didn’t he ever just go get it? If he had the solution to all of his money problems literally at his fingertips, why didn’t he ever just fashion the drug? He would have turned my sister and me into walking weapons, and he chose not to rather than put a new drug on the market. That says a lot.”

“You just said it yourself. He was struggling. You heard Sadie tonight. She had to hire the best scientists from around the world to make VEM.”

Ahli sighed before speaking again. “When I first met Sadie, she was the one who told me what Vita E Morte was. She told me about the myth. She said the possessor of VEM could do two things: cause life or death.”

“Because of the riches,” Brayland stated.

“What?” Ahli asked, confused.

“I mean, think about it. This drug doesn’t just have potential. It has the power to bring whoever owns it more money than any other drug ever could. You can bring new life if you got the paper for it. But then again, some people view money as the root of all evil because it’s the cause of a lot of bad shit. Maybe that’s what the myth means.”

“Maybe,” Ahli said, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Don’t stress about it too much, my baby,” he told her.

“My baby?” Ahli asked, amused because he had never called her that before.

“I’ve been here too long. These Detroit niggas got me talking like them,” he said and grinned sheepishly.

He finished his glass of wine, placing it on the table next to the bottle, and focused his attention on Ahli. The gaze from his brown eyes was so piercing and intense that she almost wanted to look away, but she held it. She studied his face and thought about what he looked like when she had first met him. Gone was the lost boy with the high-top fade and blond tips. She was staring into the eyes of a man, her man. He’d said goodbye to the fade and welcomed a head full of natural curls that she loved to play in. His thick sideburns connected to the freshly trimmed mustache and short beard that were around his full lips. Rhonnie drove him crazy when she joked and called him an Odell Beckham Jr. wannabe, but to Ahli, he looked much better. He’d bulked up his build tremendously, and one of her favorite things to do was fall asleep in his arms. In fact, she loved it so much that him moving out was one of the hardest things to get used to. However, they both agreed that it would be a good idea for them to live like they were dating instead of living like they were married. Keeping their relationship fresh was always top priority. It went without saying that they still often spent their nights together, but they also gave each other their space.

“What you thinking about?” Ahli asked, breaking their eye contact finally to sip the last bit of her wine.

“You bouncing on this fat dick,” Brayland said bluntly, causing Ahli to nearly spit her wine out.

“What!” she exclaimed.

“You asked, and I told you.” His lips spread into a slow, mischievous smile. “It’s your fault for looking so good in that suit.”

“I wear suits daily. It can’t be too sexy,” she teased.

“Baby, you be wearing the hell out of them suits. Ass be poking like a bow!” He gestured his hands in a circular motion, and she laughed. “But, nah, for real, you gon’ do that for me?”

“Do what?” Ahli feigned confusion.

“Aw, so that’s how you gon’ do me? I see how it is.” Brayland pretended to be mad.

“I’m just playing, baby,” Ahli said, letting the blazer of her suit fall back on the couch. “But if you want this pussy, I’m not riding shit. I put in all that work last night.”

“I’ll give you that,” Brayland agreed.

Ahli squealed when he stood and scooped her up in his arms. She giggled when he laid her down on the bed, and she moaned when his lips and tongue found her neck. Her head nestled into her pillow, and she felt her entire body begin to tingle.

“A little salty, but that’s all right.” He grinned when he pulled away.

“I’ll keep all this to myself then, since you’re complaining,” she said and placed her hands on his chest as if to push him off her.

“Girl, you know I like my meals seasoned,” he said, removing her hands from his chest and placing them on his neck. “Go ’head and give me all this high blood pressure.”

He placed his full, wet lips on hers, and they shared another kiss. They fondled each other hungrily as clothes began getting stripped off. Neither came up for air until they were both completely naked and Ahli felt his throbbing manhood between her legs. They had made love the night before, and right then, all Ahli wanted was a good fucking in every position they could until he exploded.

Her love tunnel was already drenched but became even more soaked when his mouth wrapped around her brown nipples. Her body arched as his tongue sucked and flicked over each of her areolas. Whichever nipple he wasn’t sucking, he used his fingers to pinch it, sending pleasure vibrations down her spine. Her legs opened wider, giving him more access to her slippery cat. Her clit was thumping so hard, she was sure he could feel it on his torso.

“Boy, if you don’t fuck me,” she moaned.

“Like this?” he asked and slid two of his fingers deep inside of her.

Ahli’s vaginal walls instantly clenched around them, and she inhaled a soft breath. Even though she would have preferred his chocolate dick, his long fingers digging in and out of her was pure bliss. Her love cries filled the air as he finger fucked her while still sucking her breasts. She didn’t realize it, but her fingernails were digging into his shoulder blades, but he didn’t make her stop. Just like her, he was focused on her climax, and he was willing to endure the small pain to get her there. It didn’t take long for her clit to explode and thick juices to flow out of her tunnel and cover his hand.

“Fuck,” he moaned when he withdrew his fingers. Not caring to wipe the cum off, he reached his hands around to grip her butt, and he lay on top of her. He placed his mouth by her ear and whispered, “Can I put it in?”

“Please,” she begged.

She didn’t have to say it twice, because within seconds, her pussy was filled with a thickness that his fingers could never compare to. He was the only man her body had ever known in that way, so she was molded to him. She made a hissing sound with her tongue as Brayland’s dick fought against her walls to go as deep as it could.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned and buried her head into his neck. “Braylannnd!”

“Shut up,” he commanded. “I haven’t even done nothing yet.”

She loved when he talked to her like that, but only while they were having sex. There was something about being dominated in the bedroom that made her shiver. She couldn’t get enough of it. Although she didn’t mind taking control, she liked it better when he used her body to pleasure himself. It turned her on to see just how nasty he could be.

He started off stroking slowly, making their sex sound like a pot of macaroni being stirred. His hands kept squeezing her butt each time he thrust into her, and she heard his soft moans in her ear. Their bodies spoke the same language fluently, and she kissed his neck between her moans to encourage him. His strokes started to come faster and grow more powerful each time he plummeted into her.

“Braylannnd, right there,” she cried, squeezing her walls. “It feels so good. Baby.”

“Keep doing that,” he instructed, and she did. “Damn, Ahli. I love this pussy. I love you.”

“I love you too!” she cried.

“Shut up,” he growled and placed his hand over her mouth as he looked animalistically into her eyes. “Take this dick and just shut the fuck up.”

Her clit began to jump again as he beat her pussy into oblivion, and she couldn’t do anything but take it. It wasn’t just the fact that he was giving it to her so good, but the thought of the man she loved more than anything in the world being inside of her that brought her to an orgasm that time. She quivered from her head to the tips of her toes, and tears fell from her eyes because he never stopped pumping, and his hand was still over her mouth.

“I’m sorry I gotta do you like this, baby,” he breathed into her ear, “but I know this is what you need. You work so hard, sometimes you just need a good fucking, huh? You wanted me to fuck this pussy just like this, didn’t you?”

“Mm-hmm,” she moaned.