Saint's Sacrament - Sins of the Father (62 page)

He t
hought, what if Daddy died? What if the man he looked up to the most in the entire world was gone? He’d have to be the man of the house and take care of Mommy, Day-Day and little Isis. He was sure he could do it, but he much preferred to just be the big brother for now. No one could make him laugh like Daddy could. No one could dance like Daddy, play ball like Daddy, tell the best scary stories like Daddy, even though Mommy told him to stop…he’d sneak around and do it anyway. She warned he’d give him nightmares. And sometimes that was true, but Hassani wanted to hear them anyway. Daddy was the best. He couldn’t have asked for a better one and when he said his prayers at night, he begged God to not take him away. He wondered if other kids had similar prayers? Do they too wonder if their father will die?

Hassani understood that his father did a lot. What
he did exactly, he wasn’t sure. Daddy was getting calls all day and night, from people that really needed his help, it seemed. He was an important man. Hassani had a hunch that one day he’d be in his father’s shoes. One day, people would call him all day and night as well, and he’d wear cool business suits and wink at himself in the mirror just like Daddy. He liked how his father put on his sunglasses, and leaned a bit to the side, like he had swag. Daddy
was
cool! Hassani smiled.

I wanna be just like him when I g
et bigger…

He’d have a family
one day, too. He imagined he’d marry Erica, and they’d have three children, just like Daddy and Mommy, two boys ’nd a girl. Daddy had been right about that, too. Hassani did like girls, well, just one. She was the color of peanut butter, and had soft, sandy brown hair and a few freckles on her nose. He gave her his Snicker bars and all of the sweet treats from his lunch in exchange for holding her hand. Then, one day, she said he didn’t have to give her anything to hold her hand; she’d do it for free. They’d do it under the lunch table, their fingers intertwined so no one would see. She had an accent, a funny one, like Daddy, but it sounded different. He asked her why she talked like that.

“I’m from Barbados
,” she said to him. He didn’t know where Barbados was, but if she was from there, it must be a nice place.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”
he’d whispered in her ear.

And she nodded
, smiled and said, “Yeah.” She had a cherry candy in her mouth; it stuck to her tooth, next to the one that was missing. She smelled sweet and she got good grades. Boy, did he like her…

“Heeheehee!” came a raspy, half sleepy
, mischievous laugh. Dakarai rose from his slumber like a vampire from a coffin and scratched his head, messing up his disheveled dark waves even further. “She smells sweeeet! She got fregggggles!” He burst out laughing even harder, holding his Superman-shirt covered belly. “I’m tellin’ Mommy! You…got uh giiiiiiirlfriiiiiiend!”

Embarrassment ran through Hassani’s blood stream, no doubt reddening his face.

“Shut up, Day- Day! Daddy tol’ you about reading people’s minds!”

~***~

“So, that is where it stands. Man, I honestly think she knows nothing about the IRS. I scanned her up and down and could find absolutely nothing.” Jagger’s shoulders slumped as the three men talked amongst themselves in the quiet hospital room.

“Well
.” Saint grimaced. “That makes sense I suppose because whoever he used to help him had some connections, some big balls and some intelligence and wit about them. This chick doesn’t have it like that.”

“I detect something in you.” Lawrence
raised a brow, cutting the conversation short.

“What?” Saint sat up in bed, trying harder to block though it was difficult with all the pain medicine flowing through his body.

“You wouldn’t happen to be making plans to pay her a visit, would you?”

“No
, not right this second. But her ass is mine as soon as I get outta here. And so what if I was?” Saint snapped in obvious annoyance. He didn’t have the patience for Lawrence’s play-by-the-rulebook attitude right then. Too much had happened and mothafuckas were about to pay. Mr. Nice Guy was a distant memory. “She wants to run around poking holes in brakes. Someone needs to break their foot off up in that ass! She almost killed my wife and as I always say, ‘payback is a bitch and she wants new shoes.’” Saint turned and coughed in his closed fist.

“You’re in no shape to take on anyone
right now and furthermore, you know we left a little surprise for her—it’s taken care of.” Lawrence and Jagger regarded one another, an all-knowing look.

“
Hmmm,” Saint crossed his arms and gave them a questioning look. “I need to know if this is good enough, if it’s up to my standards. What did you do?”

“We can discuss that later. How are you feeling?” Jagger crossed his arms
, echoing Saint’s pose.

“
Ready to go, that’s how the fuck I feel.” He was in a bad mood, and he didn’t care who knew. “I know it’s against doctor’s orders, but I need to get home. I can take care of my wife at home.”

“He wants you to stay one more day, Saint
,” Jagger insisted as he scrolled through his cell phone.

“So what
? He doesn’t know what’s really going on here, and if I told him, I’d be in the psych ward before I could even finish the sentence. Now, hand me that shirt over there, please.”

Jagger shook his head in disbelief, grabbed the white T
-shirt and tossed it to him.

“Isn’t
that
some shit? Xenia is free to go a day early, but they want me to stay a day longer than they said originally. Hell, no. We are getting out of here. I hate hospitals and I got shit to do.”

“Saint, you are a stubborn man. Your body is doing a good job with the self-repair, but you are not up to par just yet. I’m afraid if you go home early, you won’t rest
,” Lawrence interjected.

“Well, you might be right.” Saint glanced at him as he slid the shirt over his head.
“But, I miss my kids. Xenia is going home today and so am I. They’re not helping me up in here. I’m doped up with a bunch of shit. Once the medicine wears off, I can get some things taken care of. I could be sitting around feeling miserable at home!”

“No, you’d be resting.”

Saint ignored Lawrence. “You ain’t ’bout that life, man,” Saint mumbled.

“What? Speak English
,” Lawrence teased.

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about.” Saint grinned. “I gotta do me and anyway,
I’m tired of trying to sneak into my wife’s hospital room, get a little kiss goodnight like some teenage boy through his girlfriend’s window only to have nurse Hatchett escort me away—damn barracuda.” Jagger and Lawrence grinned at one another, both obviously stifling a laugh.

“I want to go home and that’s what I’m going to do.
”

Jagger dangled his keys
, prepared to take his Boss to the moon and back if that was his desired. “Your chariot awaits.”

~***~

…One week later

“
That’s sex.” Saint chuckled.

“Huh? What are you talking about, honey?” Xenia placed his folded pajama pants into the drawer.

“Our names—like, if I say, ‘Saint Enters Xenia, it is an acronym that means, S.E.X., you know, the first letters of our names.”

“Oh Lord!” Xenia chuckled. “I see where this is going.” She sat beside him
on the unmade bed.

“So…you’re my nurse
still, right? Can I get a sponge bath?” Saint grinned wickedly as he bit into his bottom lip and traced her chin with his thumb.

“You’re taking advantage.” She rubbed her nose against his, then ran her fingers
through her damp, curly tresses. “…You still want to play nurse.” She grinned. “Do you mind staying home today and letting me take care of you for one more day, then?”

“
That’s fine, but I can’t sit here all day, baby. I really need to work from home at least. I tell you what, maybe we can make a deal.” He looked her up and down, his twisted perversions running free and wild.

“Saint, you need to quit!” She
giggled as she got to her feet, catching what he was throwing her way. He pulled her to him, lifted her over-sized nightshirt and ran his index finger along the scar on her thigh, now barely visible. She cupped his roving hand with her own, and he stared up into her dark eyes, drifting there. Drawing even closer, he lifted his other hand and ran it softly over her pussy lips, and up and down the thin trail of pubic hair. She simply stood there, letting him explore her fully. Before long, he’d inched over a bit closer, and pressed his face between her thighs, deeply inhaling. His heartbeat went crazy. He looked back up at her, longingly, begging her, wanting her. She remained quiet as she stared back down at him. Sliding his finger in between the moist folds, he slicked it back and forth, ushering a light moan from his Goddess. He glided his finger back and forth, continued to work her up, his digit now drenched with her nectar. He paused, glanced up at her once more and extended his tongue as he pushed her legs farther apart, making room for himself. He heard her swallow right before he licked her clit, then traced the slit with his oral sword. He kept on, twirling his tongue in circles and lazy pathways, and moaned, getting so turned on that his cock hardened in mere seconds.

“Eating your pussy turns me on so much, baby…”

She moaned; her legs buckled. Holding her up, he kept on sucking, harder and harder until she came fast and strong in his mouth.

“Ohhhhh!!!”
She vibrated against him, digging her nails into his neck.

He held her steady as he drank
from her, his hands grasping her shuddering body, while some escapee droplets of precious pussy punch ran down her inner thighs. He licked a runaway, glistening streak, causing her to squeal, and then returned his attention to her clit.

After she settled, he took her in his arms and leaned her carefully back onto the bed.
He removed her shirt and tossed it to the floor. Shoving her legs open, he got on top of her and pushed his dick inside of her, inch by slow inch, making the woman go crazy and scream. Just then, his phone rang. Saint ignored it as he continued with his business—thrusting inside of his woman, driving her wild, feeling her warmth around his cock.

“Uhhh, mmmm baby…”
He grinded a little faster.

The phone
rang again…

“Isn’t that Jagger’s ringtone?” Xenia
said, coming out of her sexually induced haze. “I’ve never known him to call you just for social calls, baby. It might be important.” She sat up on her elbows, and her large breasts fell forward. He wanted to cuss. He wanted to go the hell off and make that man pay. They hadn’t made love since getting back from the hospital and here was his chance, ruined by a ringtone that blared the ‘Ruff Ryders Anthem’ by DMX.

Saint snatched his phone off the ni
ghtstand, refusing to pull out of her just yet in case it was little of nothing.

“What?”
He kept pumping his hips in short, soft jabs, still making love. Xenia let out a laugh.

“
Well, isn’t that a nice way to answer the phone!”

“Sorry, man. What is it?”
Saint kept moving, loathe to let the wonderful feeling go just yet.

“
I just remembered we are supposed to go out to New York tomorrow for your father. I’ll cancel the flights.”

His dick threw up the white flag of surrender. It was a wrap.

“Oh, shit!” Saint thumped his forehead. He’d spoken to his father a couple times after leaving the hospital, but they never discussed the scheduled healing. He assumed his dad was once again hoping the plans would be derailed. The man didn’t even remind him or bring it up. “Yeah, we can’t fly out to New York right now.” He ran his hand along his face. “She won’t let me, but I need to stay home and take care of Xenia, or at least pretend to.” He smiled down at her as she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

“Wait a minute? That’s right…
” she interjected, suddenly growing serious. “It’s this weekend? Your and Jagger’s trip to New York?”

“Hold on
, Jagger.” He covered the phone with his palm. “Yeah, but I need to be here to watch you, so I’m not going right now. With everything that has gone down, it totally slipped my mind.” He pulled his dick out of the warmth of her body, hating that he had to retreat.

“Saint, you said you feel one hundred percent, and we really shouldn’t put this off much longer.
Lawrence even said once you were better, you could go on as normal. Now, yeah, I’m still worried about you, but this has gone on long enough. No…” She flung the sheets off of her body. “Tell Jagger to keep the flights and if there are any seats left, the kids and I will go too, okay? We will all be together. I refuse to allow your father to wait any longer, regardless of his resistance.”

“
It is time to get Hassani and Dakarai up anyway,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

He peered at the baby monitor.
Isis was still knocked out. He smiled as he watched the little girl, her face totally serene. Her soft snores were music to his ears.