The inside of the house looked just as bad as the outside. The smell was the first thing that damn near knocked them all out. It smelled like mildew and old water that got trapped in the walls and never dried. Dirty clothes that looked crusty was left in the corner of the room.
La’Nova’s nose twitched, but she clamped her lips shut, not wanting to comment on the obvious.
I can’t believe Kentrell would sleep with such a nasty bitch like this.She thought. The floor creaked beneath their shoes; roaches continued to roam openly along the baseboards, up the walls, fearless in a space they clearly owned. The living room furniture looked like it had been inherited through generations of poverty. The couch cushions sunk so deep with the fabric as dirty as the floor. La’Nova frowned at the coffee table, it sat crooked on one broken leg, propped up by a folded magazine. An ashtray sat inthe center of it almost overflowing with cigarette butts and lord knows what else.
La’Nova’s hands started to shake. Out of habit she reached in her sweatpants pocket and pulled out a pack of Newport’s long. She quickly lit one, inhaled then swallowed the smoke. Luca turned to glance at her. Saying nothing, he continued his long strides behind Roy who didn’t stop once to take in the pathetic scene of the house.
Soon as they hit the hallway, the stench grew stronger. Luca’s expression didn’t change, but something dark settled behind his eyes. They passed a doorway on the left with no door, just a hanging sheet. Luca glanced in and noticed two twin mattresses lined beside each other.
The twin’s room.Luca noted with fury swirling around in his chest. The twins gave his staff and newly hired nanny a hard time the first two days at his home. After the third day, they adjusted and hadn’t asked about Tracy. The boys started to go with the flow of the sudden good change in their life. Sudden relief flushed over Luca. Realizing how bad the boys’ living arrangement had only fueled him to give Kentrell a torturous death.
Roy stopped at the end of the hall. They all heard the soft sounds of moans coming from behind the door.
“That bitch needs her ass whooped,” La’Nova uttered lowly.
She took another drag from her cigarette as she eyed Luca’s back. Luca smirked evilly before turning almost mechanically to La’Nova just as Roy grabbed the handle to the door.
“You’re going to whoop… her ass,” Luca whispered to her before he gave his attention to the view in front of him.
Once Roy’s abrupt presence was made known to Tracy and her male friend, Luca tuned out Tracy’s screaming and pleading. He gave the party of three his back once more to talk directly to La’Nova. He ignored the cigarette smoke that exhaled from her nose and cautiously reached for the side of La’Nova’s face.
La’Nova’s body reacted to the warmth of Luca’s hand. She stopped herself from moaning lowly as he leaned his tall frame down to kiss the center of her forehead. He pecked the start of her scar down to the bridge before pulling back a tad to speak to her.
“This,” he whispered lowly. “Is what they been coming home to.”
La’Nova’s mouth dropped open, no words escaping as disbelief overtook her.
She nodded her head in understanding; seconds later, her hand reached up to stroke the center of Luca’s neck. Her fingertips softly grazed the start of his scar then glided down to the middle. She didn’t understand why she felt such a strong urge to touch his scar like he did with her. Like a moth attracted to fire, they both couldn’t resist.
Roy cleared his throat, snapping both of them back to reality.
“I can’t believe this shit,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes trained on Tracy and the short, chubby male whose dick she was riding.
Luca stepped calmly away from La’Nova and took in the sight before him. Tracy was a beautiful light skinned woman with long wavy hair covering her perky breasts. Her stomach was flat, hips wide, she had no blemishes on her skin that were visible. In fact, Tracy looked like she hadn’t birthed twin boys at all. The guy sitting behind her was short, fat and round with a recedinghair line. All the color drained from his blotchy, high yellow complexion. He was drenched in sweat with a now flaccid dick.
“You up in here getting dicked the fuck down—” Roy was cut off by Luca.
Luca stepped into the room, his presence sending chills down Tracy’s spine.
“It’s been five days, Tracy,” Luca said quietly.
“F-five d-days?” She stuttered out, confused.
Her eyes grew wide as she flicked her eyes between Luca and Roy. Both men looked like beautiful demons that she wouldn’t have minded sampling if one of them didn’t have a gun drawn down on her.
“Five days bitch!” Roy exclaimed, tilting his gun to the left to bypass Tracy. He shot her friend in the center of his forehead.
“Five days,” Luca whispered coldly as he stepped next to Roy.
Tracy sobbed lowly, covering her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She didn’t have to turn around to witness her fuck buddy Wiley sprawled out and dead behind her.
“No missing kids reports…” Luca continued.
“Where the fuck your kids at, Tracy?” Roy asked calmly.
This was the part where he would take over the conversation. Luca and Roy never had to pre rehearse any conversations. They both already knew what the other was thinking.
Tracy’s breath caught before the words even finished forming.
