Pageant’s face lit up. “You think this is some sort of strategy?”
“You’re the one who said females are more cunning,” Randon reminded her. He then pointed at two prospects. “You’re with us.”
“You got it,” one of them said.
“I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” the other one piped in, gripping his handlebars. “I can’t wait to see the look on Dandridge’s face when you tell him this extortionist bitch is after his woman’s rack!”
“What’s he talkin’ about?” Marcus asked, his expression changing in an instant.
“We’ll discuss it later,” Randon said, glaring at the prospect. “Just shut up and ride.”
“Randon.”
“Not a word from you either,” Randon said, patting Pageant’s hand. “And don’t let go of my waist for any reason. Understand?”
Pageant mashed her chest against his back. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Ten
Blaez met two bikers from Missouri and they gave him a lift back to Suzette’s. As soon as he walked up on the back patio, he sensed the friction in the air, the universal discord.
He reached behind his back for his piece and then bit out a few choice words. What the hell was he doing going for his gun? The only weapon a man could use against these extortionists was his brain.
About the time he slipped inside Suzette’s kitchen, a sultry voice filled the air. “You like me. Don’t you boys?”
Startled, Blaez jerked the sliding door closed and checked out the yard. Had he imagined a voice in his head or was someone playing tricks on him?
“I’m not a girl…or a kid.” The woman’s voice seemed closer than before. “It’s important that you fellas remember me.”
A blue bolt shot in front of Blaez’s face and he whipped around, trying to find the extortionist, the one who had somehow used Eva’s voice in order to lure him to the edge of the yard and away from the house.
Yanking his cell from his pocket, he keyed in one-one, the code for Marcus. It rang several times but Marcus didn’t answer. He dialed him right back.
Another bolt of light blue dashed in front of his face. A hard strike knocked the phone from his hand.
“I need to know positions.” Another bolt and then another. “It’s always been a fantasy.”
“You wanna play?” Blaez screamed out at the night, realizing everything he was hearing then had been said recently in the throes of passion, behind closed and lock doors in the privacy of his room at the club. “Is that what you want?”
“I’m not a girl…or a kid…” This time the voiced statement was at his ear.
Blaez pivoted to his left, prepared to fight and ready to strike. “Holy sweet fucking mercy.”
“Hi there, handsome.” Eva Mallory stood in front of him, larger than life and as naked as the day he’d fucked her. “But I’m not just a woman either, hun.”
Her breasts were as large as his head and her body was four or five times bigger than his own. She shrunk in an instant, becoming lifelike, human, and seemingly normal.
“Impressed yet, darlin’?” Eva drawled.
In the faint distance, he could hear Marcus yelling. “What’s going on, Blaez? Talk to me, brother!”
Eva sauntered across the yard, knelt to the ground, and picked up the phone. Spreading her legs so she could flash Blaez, she remained squatted with her legs parted as she held the phone to her ear. “Is this Marcus?” She grinned at Blaez and sucked her index finger between her lips.
Realizing what she held in store, Blaez quickly scanned the yard, waiting for another extortionist to appear and wondering if Kurt and Suzette were somewhere safe, somewhere away from the house.
“Who is this?” The extortionist—Eva—pressed her thumb to her clit. “Why don’t you come on over to your honey’s house and I’ll refresh your memory.” She dropped the phone to the ground, swung her body around and seemingly stretched sideways across her own lap. At the same time, her fingers danced around her opening, charging forward in a deliberate attempt to perform the crudest of shows.
“Uh! Ah! Uh!” She stuffed her fingers inside her pussy and carried on like an absurd lover, one who was hell bent on providing grotesque acts.