Page 23 of Nobody But You

Jourdan

Isat in a chair directly in front of Marcus Burks, my elbows perched on my knees. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was approaching twelve-thirty. My little run-in with Stephon was fun, but I was on a schedule. It was hard enough to hack into his security details for the night to get information on Burks’ driver. It had taken me three days. I had to give it to him; his server was airtight.

However, our little back-and-forth was why it was later than I’d planned to be here. We’d returned to his townhome after he’d texted saying he wasn’t feeling well and was ready to leave the Ball. I suppose the Rohypnol pills that I’d been slipping into his drinks had something to do with that. By the time we’d pulled up to the townhome, he was in and out of consciousness. Luckily for me, he was able to walk inside. It would have been hard to drag his heavy ass inside alone but not impossible. Once inside, I sat him in one of his dining chairs and tied him to it like the hog he was.

His home was a certified bachelor pad. The last time I was here,I didn’t get the chance to look around. It was full of black leather, and you could tell a woman hadn’t been involved in his décor choices.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I said as I reached my latex-gloved hand up to smack his cheek lightly. We were knee to knee as I sat in a chair directly before him. He groggily came to and tried to stand, but the restraints prevented that.

“What the hell,” he said. I reached back for my gun. I loosely held it as I leaned forward, getting so close to his face as I spoke that my breath caressed his skin.

“I know you imagined that when a woman finally tied you up, you’d be naked and receiving pleasure. You’re not. Nothing about this is going to be pleasurable.” I said, sitting back in the chair and spreading my legs. The nose of the gun sat at my center. Every man’s weakness was pussy, especially his.

“Unless you tell me what I want to know,” I said as I ran my other hand down my center. Then, I snapped my legs back closed. His dick rose beneath the fabric of his suit pants. I gasped.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You sick bastard!”

“What do you want to know?” He slurred. I didn’t miss the smirk that was on his face. He thought that this was a game. The anger I felt festered beneath the surface of my skin. My trigger finger twitched in the hold of the gun. I inhaled a breath to calm myself down.

I’m going to shoot his ass in the dick. Not yet, Jourdan.

“Do you know who killed my father?” I asked. His head was beginning to slump further over. He was fighting to hold it up.

“Who is your father? I don’t even know you, woman,” he groaned loudly.

“My father was Brian Washington.”

“Never heard of him,” he whispered.

What in the hell is wrong with him?

The doses of roofies that I’d given him didn’t warrant the reaction that he was currently having. I stood, rushing over to him. When I lifted his head, I found dilated pupils and traces of white powder around his nose. I checked the pocket of his tuxedo jacket, finding a half-used packet of Ecstasy pills and the rest of the coke he’d snorted sometime during the night. I was tailing him the whole night, meaning he’d done it just before we left, when he’d told me he needed to use the restroom first.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” I checked his pulse to find that it was slowing down, and then he started to seize. I quickly undid his restraints so that they wouldn’t leave bruising. Because of his wicked vices, I would no longer have to do the cleanup. He was dying, and I didn’t have the meds to reverse it. I was headed right back to where I started, no closer to getting any answers. I replaced the chairs as I’d found them, then started picking up the bugs that I had scattered through his apartment. I’d worn gloves the entire time around Burks, so my fingerprints wouldn’t be present anywhere. I headed towards the doors, and then I stopped. Contemplating kicking his ass post-mortem because he’d died before I’d gotten my information or the chance to kill him first.

You can’t leave him, though. You have to clean up. Stephon’s company picked him up and dropped him off. It will hurt his business if a councilman dies on his security watch.

“What in the hell am I going to do? Fuck!” I yelled out into the room. I needed my computer; my phone wasn’t going to cut it. I wanted to call Stephon, but I didn’t want to go to him with my tail tucked between my legs because I’d told him in so many words that I didn’t need him.

Demi.

I took out my secure phone to call, but decided it would be better to text in case he was in bed. I didn’t want any problems with his wife.

I need to cash in that favor.

Demi

Hold, please.

Did this nigga just tell me to hold over text?

After a few minutes, an unmarked call came through. I had my phone set up to scramble all voice calls over the airwaves and set to erase proof of said call once it was terminated. Demi knew this.

“Is there some reason you’re texting me instead of your man, Chun-Li?” Demi asked.

My man?

“Stop joking around. This is serious. And I didn’t tell Stephon, who

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