Bishop, Bishop pressed the red button on the left side of the binoculars and then he placed them right

  before his eyes. He scanned the entire property that was about a half- mile ahead of us, while

  everyone including me, waited for him to speak.

  Final y, he took the binoculars away from his eyes and said, “I see three cars parked out in the

  driveway but I don’t see any lights on in the house. So I’ve got a few concerns.”

  “You know whatever cal you make, I’m with it,” Monty assured him.

  “Yeah, just tel us what you want us to do,” Torch said.

  I sat back and watched as both of Bishop’s men waited for him to give them further instructions.

  The power and the strength he carried in his voice sent chil s down my spine. There was no question

  in my mind that he was in control.

  “I think it’s gonna be difficult to get to him tonight because he has security cameras on each

  corner of his house and the outside of the house is lit up with extra lighting. It wouldn’t surprise me if

  he had motion detectors around his house too, so I think it’s best if we go back to the hotel and re-

  group. We can’t risk fucking this mission up just because we want him that bad.”

  “Cool, I agree,” Monty replied.

  “Yeah, me too,” Torch sounded off and then he put the truck in reverse to turn around. After he felt

  like he backed the truck up far enough, that’s when he turned it around and flicked back on the

  headlights.

  As we drove away I turned around in my seat to look back at the house Duke was supposedly in

  and I became so frustrated that we weren’t going to be able to snatch his ass up tonight. I wanted so

  badly to see him squirm and beg for his life while Bishop, Torch and Monty tortured him to death. It

  seemed as if I had waited for this day for a very long time and now it wasn’t going to happen when I

  expected it to. I agreed with Bishop that this wasn’t a good time to go inside Duke’s house but with al

  the added security that motherfucker had protecting him, when would be the right time? I wanted his

  ass got now. I wanted him to feel al the fucking pain I endured behind him. I also wanted him to reap

  al the shit he did to al of those innocent young women who were kil ed and had their babies taken

  from them.

  After al , he deserved it.

  Duke was a fucking heartless monster. I mean, who marries their fiancée and then have them

  kil ed not even a month later so they can col ect on their life insurance policy? I bet she thought

  without a shadow of doubt that he loved her and would jump in the line of fire for her. That’s the way

  he came across. That motherfucker was very charismatic. He’d talk a bitch into sel ing her pussy to

  her own daddy. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it wouldn’t surprise me if Duke worked some type of

  roots or witchcraft on us. Virginia and other states further in the south lived off that voodoo shit. I just

  wished I had a way of finding out. He’d pay triple for the shit he took me through.

  On our way back to the hotel I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that we were leaving this bastard

  to live life a few more hours. Bishop saw how disgusted I was and tapped me on my knee. “Don’t

  worry about it. We’re gonna get ‘em,” he told me.

  When the words penetrated my mind I felt just a little better. I guess I needed to be reassured in

  some way, form or fashion. Bishop seemed as if he was a man of his word so I took it for what it was

  worth and accepted it.

  After we arrived back at the hotel, Bishop handed me the hotel room key and told me he’d join

  me later. I knew he was going into Monty and Torch’s room to discuss how they’d be able to get to

  Duke. I wanted to join in on the discussion with them but I figured I’d let them handle it. Besides, I had

  no knowledge of dodging security cameras and motion sensors. So I did what I was told and went

  into the room.

  It didn’t take Bishop long to join me. I thought he’d be with Monty and Torch at least a couple of

  hours but he came back about thirty minutes later. I had already taken a shower and was tucked

  away inside the sheets when he sat on the bed. I looked at him and smiled because this was the first

  time in many years that I felt this safe. Not only did he possess the physical attributes, his swagger

  was out of this world. The way he looked at me made me want to melt. I was a very attractive woman

  myself. And my body was in tip-top shape and I didn’t have any stretch marks. Neeko used to beg me

  to hop on stage when he was alive. He knew niggas would line up to see my body. I had a very tiny

  waist and ass, and my hips were to die for. Plus, my titties were perky so I never owned a push-up

  bra. Yes, I was a bad bitch in my own right. I just needed a good man to appreciate me.

  He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the

  channels. When he found a local channel that had the news on, he stopped. It was past three in the

  morning and the newscast was a rebroadcast. However, the news ticker was scrol ing across the

  bottom of the screen. I stopped and read it just like Bishop was doing.

  Breaking News: The Virginia Beach and Norfolk Police Departments are in search of local

  business man Duke Carrington and his bodyguard, Christopher Washington, for the suspected

  murder of Katrina Bishop of Virginia Beach, and a female victim in Norfolk that the local authority

  are not releasing her name yet.

  I shook my head at the craziness of it al . I wonder how Diamond would have felt knowing she

  was known as the female victim in Norfolk. They could have at least said her name. But I was just

  happy Rodney had spread the word to blame Duke for the kil ing of Diamond. I hoped Rodney would

  also do something good with the money besides buy more product to sel on the street. I knew his

  family could use the money. Hel , what family in the ’hood couldn’t use money like that.

  Bishop evidently had seen everything he wanted to see as he turned the TV off. “I’m very proud of

  you,” he said.

  I real y couldn’t make heads or tails of what made Bishop tick. His voice inflection, his tone was

  the same as it was when we were taking care of business. He was just too cool for me.

  “Thank you,” I said in return. “I was nervous initial y, but everything just fel into place after I beat

  the shit out of Diamond.”

  “You okay with that?” he asked. I could hear the concern in his voice and see it in his eyes.

  “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be,” I added.

  “She was your friend . . . not only that, your best friend for years. It’s hard losing someone close to

  you . . . even if they betray you.” He walked around the bed and sat right next to me, putting his hand

  on my cheek. I almost melted. His hand was warm and inviting. Not rough like I thought it would be. He

  was a hard brotha with a gentle touch. A rarity in the world I grew up in, the world I had known for most

  of my life.

  “I’m doing good, thanks to you,” I replied.

  “I didn’t do anything, Lynise, I just gave you wings. It was up to you to flap them and make them fly.

  I’m proud that you did that.”

  Then we just looked at each other and took in the moment. Neither one of us moved to make a

  move. I wondered what he was thinking. I was just hoping it was about me.

  “We’re gonna head back out to Duke’s place early in the morning to see if we can get him when

  he comes out. That seems to be the only way we can get to him,” he told me. That surprised me. I

  was hoping his next words would be, I want you.

  “What time?” I played off my disappointment.

  “I want to be out of here right before the sun comes up. I don’t want to miss the chance of letting

  him leave the house and we’re not there.”

  “Wel , I think that’s a good time because he does get up early.”

  Bishop looked down at his wristwatch. “Get some sleep. We only have four hours before we

  leave back out,” he said as he started taking off his shoes.

  Now, as bad as I wanted to get some sleep, I also wanted him to take me into his arms. I had to

  have him tonight. After he had taken off his shoes, I watched him take off his shirt, revealing a white t-

  shirt and then he slid out of his pants. I swear I was about to fucking cum on myself when I saw the

  print of his dick through his boxer shorts. It reminded me of the scene from the movie Takers, when

  Idris Elba got out of his bed in his boxers. Oh my God! Bishop’s dick had to be the same exact size

  as Idris Elba. And I couldn’t al ow myself to lay there and not put it to good use. So as soon as he got

  into the bed with me I asked him if he could hold me.

  “You sure you want me to do that?” he smiled.

  I smiled back and said, “Yes, I’m sure.”

  We were laying in the fetal position and I loved every minute of it. And before I knew it his dick

  started rising to the occasion. My pussy got so warm and wet, it started pulsating. The feeling was

  incredible but I knew I needed to feel Bishop inside me to get the ful effect. Knowing he had a woman

  back in New Jersey was shifted to the back of my mind. I didn’t give a fuck about her at this point.

  Her man was in bed with me and I was going to take advantage of it. Plus, I figured if I fucked him

  good enough, he’d want to leave her ass for good.

  “Damn, your dick is so hard,” I commented while I massaged his hard manhood from behind. I did

  this so I could measure the size of it with my hand. And after I found out that my hand couldn’t cover

  his entire penis, I became more excited. I was so excited that I turned my body completely around

  towards him and then I leaned in to kiss him. Oh my God! His lips were so soft and ful . We were

  rotating our lips as we kissed each other passionately. Luckily for him I was completely naked. I knew

  that this was bound to happen which was why I decided not to slip on a pair of panties. I believed I

  took Bishop by surprise when he realized I was naked. But when he started licking and sucking on my

  nipples, it made things al better.

  Not too much longer after he licked and played with my breast, he slid down my body. His soft

  kisses and licks on my stomach were only making me hotter. He was active and like everything else in

  his life, he was smooth. His hands were working their way up and down my body while his mouth

  teased me. When his mouth found my pussy and started teasing my clit with his tongue, I was in

  heaven. I was so fucking surprise when his tongue initial y touched my clit, that I lifted my back and

  with both hands, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed his face in al of my wetness.

  Granted, I was already wet so when he dug his tongue deep inside me, it became more

  pleasurable. I was bucking and humping his face like my mind was going bad. The feelings I felt with

  each touch were indescribable. “Oooooowww, yeah Bishop, lick right there,” I instructed him. Damn, I

  loved a man who loved eating pussy and knew what he was doing. And this bastard knew what in the

  fuck he was doing. He was so good I could feel my toes twisting in al different directions. This shit

  was affecting my whole body. His hands went under my ass and I could feel the saliva running down

  the crack of my head.

  “Wait, don’t move. Stay right there,” I demanded as I concentrated on climaxing. While he was

  eating my pussy like he was at a Japanese buffet, I was thinking about this sex tape I saw a while

  back with this chick sitting on this guy’s face. She was grinding her pussy in his face and he was taking

  it al in. Thinking about how she was throwing her pussy at that other guy helped me explode al my

  juices into Bishop’s mouth. I trembled while his face was buried between my thighs and his hands

  were pushing my ass more into his face. Damn, damn, damn! I think I had a double orgasm. This

  muthafucka was not stopping. He was eating my pussy like it was his last meal, like he was the

  muthafucka locked up and had just gotten out of jail.

  Immediately after I exhaled, I grabbed him and pul ed him on top of me. “I want you to fuck me!” I

  commanded. Without saying a word he pushed his entire dick inside of my pussy. And as he slid his

  dick deep inside of me, I began to feel like we were one. I know this sounds crazy but I was fal ing in

  love with this guy. The way he handled me while he thrust himself in and out of me was mind blowing. I

  couldn’t get myself together. I felt like I was on cloud nine or in la-la land. The way he penetrated me

  was so gentle and passionate. He was literal y making love to me. And the way he looked into my

  eyes left me in a trance.

  “Hmmmm, this pussy is so wet and tight. I love this wet pussy!” he told me as he continued to

  thrust himself in and out of me.

  I wanted him to know I was feeling him so I pul ed his face to mine and started kissing more

  passionately. Yeah, he was a real man. Real men love it when a woman kisses them after they just

  ate her pussy. Real men loved it when a woman wasn’t al prudish and shit, and didn’t mind tasting

  herself. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder!” I said between kisses. And he happily obliged.

  He put my legs over his shoulder and then he started long stroking me. He would look down at

  how hard he was fucking me and then he looked into my face to see my expression. I couldn’t lie, this

  shit was feeling damn good. But I knew if I didn’t express that physical y or verbal y, he wouldn’t

  perform as wel . That’s just a man’s ego. They want to know that they are doing their thing, so I made

  sure he knew it tonight.

  “Damn right, fuck this pussy, baby. Fuck this pussy hard!” I told him. The more I talked nasty to him,

  the better he performed and about forty seconds later, he pul ed his dick and squirted every ounce of

  cum his dick could produce. And while he was dropping it al over my pussy, I was wiping it up with my

  index finger and then I’d lick it off.

  He smiled at me and said, “I love the whore in you.”

  I smiled back and said, “You just don’t know that that was just the beginning. I have a lot more

  tricks in my bag.”

  He didn’t respond to that comment, but he did kiss me on my forehead, so that was good

  enough for me.

  After our fucking session was over, he and I both washed ourselves off and jumped back into

  bed. He went out like a light. But it took me at least another twenty minutes to doze off. I couldn’t get

  the way I felt about Bishop off my mind. I just hoped that I didn’t play myself by fucking him too soon.

  And I knew that in time I would know.

  Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique

  Strength and Power-Chapter Twenty-Six

  Whoever said men have the biggest bal s—lied!

  I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so damn good. There is nothing like a good man with a

  bank account, status and a horse dick. Better yet, there was nothing like a man who knew how to use

  that plywood between his legs as wel as use his tongue as a weapon. That was exactly what Bishop

  had done—attacked me with his weaponry, and I was al the more better for it. I was on my cloud and

  it was much higher than cloud nine.

  I felt good for only two or three hours of sleep. When I looked over at the clock, it read 11:30. I

  immediately jumped up and fumbled over myself.

  What the fuck!

  I looked around and there was no sign of Bishop. I was about to run out the room when I saw the

  note taped to the TV screen.

  There’s been a change of plans. We’re going back in tonight, so chil for now. I wil be back soon.

  Read the newspaper, very interesting article on your boy. But please stay in the room because

  you are a wanted woman. Police think you are Duke’s accomplice. We wil handle that as wel

  and exonerate your name. See you when I get back.

  The first thing I had to say to myself was I trust this man, he wouldn’t fuck me like Duke had done.

  That meant a lot. More importantly, I real y had to believe that. I had a good feeling about Bishop, but

  my past didn’t al ow me to trust far.

  Then I read the note again and I had to stop. Read the newspaper. The police was thinking I was

  Duke’s accomplice. Hold on. Shit! Were they real or fucking with me? I knew immediately it was the

  two damn detectives trying to flush me out. I had their cards and I was going to cal , but first I wanted

  to read the newspaper that Bishop had left me.

  Duke had made front-page news and what a story it was. It talked about the young girls he had

  kil ed and the motive was he wanted their babies to sel to the highest bidder, and the highest bidder

  was suspected to be some rich people in the area. Then it talked about his connection to Neeko and

  the club, and how he was suspected in the kil ings of both Neeko and Katrina, and blowing up the

  club. The motive for that was the insurance money he would receive from his wife dying in the club.

  Yes, they even knew about his wife being in the club. Amazingly, he had taken out the insurance on