His Final Deal by Theresa A. Campbell

Author:Theresa A. Campbell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2020-04-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-eight

The Benz screeched to a halt in front of a gas station. “Bobby, come here,” Suave yelled through the open car window to the teenage son of the gas station owner who was standing in front of the store.

The boy ran over to the car. “Yes, Mr. Suave?”

“Here, go get me a few bags of ice. Make it quick.” Suave avoided eye contact, his hand trembling when he handed the boy some money. “Hurry up,” he shouted at Bobby’s back.

With his head hanging low still in shame, Suave sat in the car as Bobby made a few trips from the store to the car trunk with huge bags of ice.

“I’m finished, Mr. Suave,” Bobby remarked when he walked up to the driver-side window after closing the trunk.

“Thanks.” Suave gave him a few bills before speeding off. He took a few shortcuts, weaving in and out of traffic, until soon, he was pulling into his garage at the hut. Suave knew he was in no frame of mind to go home and see Monica. He needed some alone time to get his head right because he was losing his mind.

After closing the garage door, Suave went back and forth from the car trunk to the bathroom, filling the tub with ice. Once finished, he stripped out of his clothes and lowered himself into the tub, ice cubes covering his entire naked body up to his chin.

“I’m not gay,” Suave chanted over and over, his teeth rattling. “I love women. I’m no sissy.” The tears poured from his eyes as he shivered uncontrollably. His knees were pulled up to his chest under the cold, melting ice. “Grrrr, I can’t believe I let that fool touch me like that,” Suave spat with distaste. “I should have killed him right there.” He pounded his fists in front of him, sending ice and water splashing on the floor. “It’s those punks playing with my head. I don’t know how they’re doing it, but I swear I’m going to stop them.”

Suave sneezed and sniffled loudly. He couldn’t feel his toes, and his fingers felt like popsicles. “I... I... I don’t know what to do.” Suave hiccupped, his head wobbling like a bobblehead doll.

“Come to me, my son,” said a deep, thundering voice, ricocheting around the bathroom like a boomerang. “Come to me, and I’ll give you rest.”

Suave sat up straight in the bathtub, shots of needles pricking his numbed body. “Who are you?” He looked around the room frantically, shaking like a wet dog caught in a rainstorm.

“I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”

“Hahaha.” Suave threw his head back and began to laugh like a madman. He coughed and sneezed. “Is that you, Lord?” Suave pulled himself to his frozen feet, stumbling, his hand grabbing the side of the bathtub, breaking his fall. “Aren’t you a little too late, Big Man?”

Like an arthritic, elderly man, Suave dragged one foot out of the icy tub onto the bathroom floor, then the other.

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