Jail's Bait: Time Served (Book 5)

The whole crowd, including the group of thuggs, all stared in surprise as Jake glared at the three men standing before him.  It was clear that no one expected to hear this.

Lamar, Malik and RahRah all stared at each other incredulously.  “Could-could you just repeat that last part, please...?” RahRah managed to squeak out.

“Do you really need me to...?” Jake replied with narrowed eyes, his voice deadly and quiet.  All trace of the smug, sarcastic swagger was gone.

Kap, now standing farther back, reflected just as much shock as the rest, yet he also noticed that everyone’s focus was now on Jake, RahRah, Malik and Lamar- even the startled thuggs.  His mind began to frantically race- how in the world can he quietly dissappear without notice and then go find out what happened to Marquis...?  Without moving, his eyes darted to the left and the right… he was standing underneath the balustrade that brought the sweeping stairs down to the foyer, right against the wall.

The wall…

 Suddenly he recalled the time Marquis told him of the secret passageway inside the wall that went everywhere- and that must be where Marquis disappeared to… obviously, he’d found a way inside before he got downstairs...!  Yet no sooner than Kap wondered how he could try to find the opening and slip inside unnoticed, than he heard a low (pssst) come from directly behind him, specifically from inside the wall panel against his back...!  For a second the hackles rose on his neck in fright.

“Quick, while no one’s looking,” he heard a voice whisper frantcially.  “Don’t turn around, just take a step back!”

It was Marquis, it had to be!  Wihtout turning around, he slowly took a step behind him, and then a hand came around his waist and pulled him back and to the right as the wall panel slid back into place.

For the moment it took his eyes to adjust to the dark of the tunnel, he caught the whiff of JOOP, the Hill family men’s preferred cologne- and he relaxed, turning into Marquis's arms.

“Thank god you’re okay,” Marquis murmured, pulling Kap closer, yet careful as to not hurt the wound in his abdomen.

For a while they held each other, and Kap realized how much he missed this, how much he belonged in Marquis's arms… that he had almost thrown away all this for Melo.  He resolved to tell Marquis everything, once they escaped this latest Hill family escapade.

Marquis pulled back and looked into Kap’s eyes.  “You were right about Jake,” he admitted quietly.  “I heard mostly everything, all the stuff he said. I can’t believe he’s my cousin.  And now, he might actually be my cousin on both sides of my family tree…”

“Or,” Kap reminded him gingerly, “he might be your half brother.”

“Don’t remind me,” Marquis grimaced.  “He played me for a fool, and I just lapped it up like gravy, all the BS he was feeding me.  Yall tried to tell me, warn me; you, Carm, and even Leo growled at him a bit too much…  I thought yall were just not used to sharing… and he was so good at it, that I trusted him over you for a moment,” Marquis admitted sheepishly.  “Can you believe that that little jerk showed me a video clip fron his phone of you, kissing Carmelo Johnson- in our dorm room, the day you got stabbed...?”

Kap’s heart dropped into his stomach- but Marquis went on, too wrapped in his own recriminations to notice his lover’s reaction.  “Obviously it was photo-shopped.  Look how far he would go to punish me and everyone else, ‘cause he thinks his dad wanted to raise me instead of him.  And this is the asshole that could be my brother.”

“Listen, let’s drop all this for right now,” Kap said, laying one hand on Marquis's shoulder.  “We have to find a way to help save the others.”

“And get our family fortune back from Jake,” Marquis added grimly.  “Before we do that, follow me,” and he strode off into the darkness, Kap following after.

They walked a few minutes, on what Kap felt was a circling, upward slope.   Before he knew it, they had reached a leveling off, and Marquis stopped.  “If I’m correct, this is now the second floor, where I found my way into here,” he said, looking around.  “On my way down to where you were, I think I passed a panel that looked off-center- this one, actually,” he indicated towards the wood panel right in front of them.

“So you think that your theory is right, that this isn’t the only secret passageway, right...?” Kap asked in awe, gingerly touching the off-center panel, which immediately swung open to his startled touch, revealing a second corridor, also dimly lit, leading off into the dark.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I thought,” Marquis replied smugly; let’s go.”  And with an impressed Kap right behind him, Marquis climbed through the open panel, and started down the new passageway.

Plies of rat droppings and cobwebs sparsely littered the floor, and at times they had to move slowly just to keep the rotted wood from squeaking from their weight.  Soon they started seeing off-colored panels in the wood, placed at strange intervals all the way down the hallway.  “I’ll bet you those are the doors back into the main part of the manor,” Marquis observed.

“If you’re again correct, it almost looks like there are hidden doors for each bedroom,” Kap remarked, staring at the many off-colored panels there were.

“If ol’ J. Mayson was the dirty dog that we’re told he was,” Marquis commented, “he might have spent whole days in these walls, spying on people when they didn’t know they were being watched…”  He crept down the hall a few more meters, and then stopped at one of the panels.  

“Hey- I hear something behind this one,” Marquis exclaimed.

Kap hurried to Marquis's side, and leaned in to listen… “It sounds like… snoring...?” he asked, looking at Marquis with a frown.

“Do you think maybe one of the servants slept through all the Jake drama...? Marquis frowned in return, reaching over to press against the panel, which opened at his touch, revealing a candlelit room.  Both men peered inside…

*****

In his dorm room at Berkeley, while his girl Necie slept, Melo sat up on his couch watching a movie on cable that he was not really paying any attention to.  His hand flexed and unflexed evcry so often, just around the time he began to reach for the phone to call Kap once again…

It was Kap that kept him up at night these past two weeks… the fact that he was stuck up in Seattle with his rich lover’s family, being catered to hand and foot, and not once did he bother to reutn any phone calls!!!  Didn’t Kap know how much he, Melo, loved him and wished he was okay?  This brought him back to Hooch every time.  The fact that Hooch almost killed the man he loved brought his blood to a boil each  time, but he always cooled off once he remembered that someone got some dirty revenge on the thugg.

But who did it, he would ask himself over and over- who had the chance to get at Hooch while he was supposedly on the run from stabbing Kap?

His cellphone rang.  He picked up the phone- the number was from a caller he did not recognize.  “Hello?” he said into the receiver.

“Whaddup Melo, this is Angelina- Kap’s girl.”

“Hey, what’s good,” Melo replied, frowning slightly.  “It’s the middle of the night; is Kap okay?”

“We were hoping that maybe you could help us, especially since you’re in the men’s dorm,” Angelina replied.  “We just got through interrogating the girls Hooch sent to take me out,” she said clinically.

“Hooch...?” Melo jumped to his feet.  “You’re the one that put Hooch in the hospital...?”

“Guess the secret’s out,” Angelina grunted.  “He found out about me and sent his bitch crew after me and my girls.”

“I take it you and your crew handled that,” Melo surmised.

“We… put them in their place, and got em talking; ran out of duct tape doing it too,” Angelina replied abruptly.  “But what they told us is why I’m calling you so late- we need you to get to Hooch’s room and get him to call off his goons, rigtht now.”

“What’s Hooch done now...?” Melo asked then, sitting up, all traces of sleep gone.   “Tell me everything.”

*****

“I really didn’t think the question I asked was that hard,” Jake murmured.

“It-it’s just that,” Lamar managed, “where did you get your information...?  Why would you not know if it was one of the three of us?  Wouldn’t your mom have told you… who...?” he asked delicately.

“Mother refused to talk about it, she wont tell me who my father is,” Jake admitted petulantly.  “So I did the research, and honed it down to just you three.”

“But that’s impossible, Jake,” Lamar replied then, “for that to be, we all would have had to had sex with your mother- and she was my girlfriend, back when she called herself Jackie- and yes, I know about all that,” he added.  “So if anyone is your father, it has to be-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, Lamar,” Jake tutted; “you have such a trusting heart.  Did you never believe, not even once, that your two best friends would ever betray you...?”

Lamar shook his head.  “Back then, Joop and I were best friends, and RahRah was our best friend too… he was older, he protected us.  So no, I would never believe that RahRah or Joop would mess with my girlfriend behind my back- would you, guys,” he asked confidently.

There was no reply.

“Right, guys...?” Lamar asked again-

Still no reply.

Slowly Lamar turned to his right to regard RahRah, his eyes growing wide.  “You didn’t sleep with Jackie back then, did you,” he asked.

RahRah replied with a silent cat-eating-the-canary look.

Lamar’s face slowly paled in shock- and then he turned to Malik, who refused to meet his eyes.  “Both of you...?  At the same time I was with her...?”

Malik turned to Lamar, his eyes pleading.  “I-I can explain-”

WHAM-WHAM!

The room gasped in surprise as Lamar, with blinding speed, landed first a right cross to RahRah, then a left cross to Malik. Both men dropped to the ground, groaning as they rubbed at their faces, while Lamar stood above them, chest heaving, fists clenched.  “I’m a freakin idiot,” he said in between gasps.  “I trust the wrong people way too easily.”

“Lamar- your heart- you gotta calm down,” Malik warned, massaging his face.

“Calm down...?”  Lamar spat.  “You never had my back, not even a little bit, did you,” he growled at RahRah, who flinched from the onslaught.  “And YOU,” Lamar said, turning to Malik, “I just got through having to re-live a moment when you cheated on me with my own father not even three hours ago, and now I find out that you’ve been betraying me since age 13?  Why did I stay with you, Malik...?” he added brokenly.  “You found ways to betray me throughout our whole life.  I’ve never gone behind your back, NEVER.”

“Baby, I know I’ve messed up,” Malik tried to begin.

“First of all, don’t call me baby right now,” Lamar replied coldly, holding up a palm.  Malik reacted like he had been punched again.

Jake, however, looked like Christmas had come early.  “This is amazing,” he exulted; “I couldn’t have set this up any better...!  I love it when I see you Hills tearing each other apart.”

“Well, why are you trying to be a part of this family then, if you want to see it all torn up,” Regine hurled at Jake.

“You know, you just might be my grandmother,” Jake wagged his finger at her; “so I’m not going to have you shot for talking.  But please, Grams, butt out.”

Regine was so shocked at Jake’s nonchalant threat that she closed her mouth immediately.

“If she is your grandmother, I’ll hold you down while she smacks the shit outta your mouth for disrespecting her,” Malik replied.

Regine cracked her knuckles in response.

“Haha,” Jake said then; “but that’s enough of all this.  I didn’t expect to get the truth out of you assholes,” he threw at Malik, RahRah (who had both gotten back to their feet), and Lamar.  “So we’ll do it like this- set it up!”

Out of nowhere, a small, elderly looking man dressed in all black hospital scrubs came forward with one of the various lampstands from a corner.  Placing the small stand in front of the three men, he reached into his side pockets and brought out a plastic zip bag filled with cotton swabs, hospital-issue rubber gloves, three vials, a sealed syringe, and a sealed tube filled with a clear liquid.

“As you know, with all the advancements in DNA testing, in 2018 the latest version only takes as long as it takes a home pregnancy test to run its course.  Whenever you’re ready,” he commanded the man in scrubs.

“I’ll need to take a cheek swab from each of you,” the old man said in a watery voice.  He put on a pair of the gloves and reached into the cotton swab bag, pulling out three.  He turned to Jake.  “You first, sir,” he wheezed.

Jake opened his mouth politely as the man took all three swabs and rubbed the inside of his cheek, then placed each one into a different vial.  Reaching into the swab bag again, the old man turned to RahRah, Lamar and Malik.  “This wont hurt a bit,” he said, reaching up to RahRah.

“What if I refuse,” RahRah said then to Jake.  “What if I don’t want to know if I fathered a little punk like you...?”

“Yes, RahRah, that’s right… you go on and insult the man holding a room full of guns to your head,” Jake replied grimly; “it’s simple, fool.  You keep your mouth shut, you get shot.  So if you want to make sure your actual son keeps his father in one piece, you’d better damn well play ball.  Open your fucking mouth…!”

RahRah hesitated anyway, staring balefully at Jake; then he opened his mouth and let the old man swab his cheek.  The old man placed the cotton swab into the first vial next to one of those swabbed by Jake, and labeled it RH and closed the top.

Malik and Lamar did not protest; they allowed the cotton swabbing without incident.  A few moments later, three closed vials stood on the small table, labeled RH, MH, and LH.

At this point the old man reached for the syringe and broke the seal, unwrapping it to pull the sterile needle out.  Plunging the needle into the sealed tube, he pulled out a percentage of the clear liquid.  “Squirting this solution onto the cotton swabs will react to the saliva on the swabs, causing them to change color,” he explained.  “As each DNA strand is unique, each swab will change a different color.  We will know which swab is Mr. ReVanche’s, because it will be the only one in all three tubes to share the same color as the other swabs.  The vial that contains matching colors will, of course, be the one with the DNA match.  This should only take a second,” he added, reaching over to pierce the top each vial and squirt solution on each swab.

“Well, the answer to my heritage should color in any second now,” Jake said with a dark glint in his eyes, “and then we’ll all know for sure which one of you deserves a bullet in the head.”

*****

It was 4am.  In between two tables full of bandages and medicines, Hooch slept soundly in his solitary dorm room.  It was decided by his physicians that he could recuperate back at school, since the boxcutters didn’t do as permanent of damage as originally perceived.  The physical therapy he received  from the student infirmary was helping him to regain the use of his hands- to what percentage of his original mobility, no one was yet certain.  The constant pain in his shoulders, indicators of those severed nerves going through the healing process, drove him crazy, and he stayed doped up on painkillers.  The one that he took to help him sleep actually worked better than the rest, and he subsequently spent several sleep-filled nights of pure rest.  Of course, he couldn’t wait to return to his former routines here at Berkeley- such as his 6am meetings in the men’s room on the third floor with Melo.

Even fast asleep, just the thought of the sexy football star both thrilled and angered him at the same time.  How Melo could be into that slug Kap was beyond Hooch’s imagination.  And anyway, Hooch made sure that his territory was marked- no one will be slurping on that phat, juicy dick but himself, from now on…

His dorm door creaked open slightly.  Had he not been doped with medicine, Hooch would have reacted instantly to the slightest noise.  But he slept on as the door slowly opened and a shadow slipped into the room, going slowly over to the bed.

Hooch stirred slightly as he began to dream of a warm rain caressing his face.  It wasn’t until the rain invaded his nostrils, however, that he jerked himself awake, spluttering under the onslaught of warm liquid splattering over his face.  One wild sniff later, he realized that the warm liquid was actually streaming urine, getting into his eyes, his mouth- which caued him to gag and moan from the sudden movements of his arms.

The stream stopped, and he looked up through wet piss in his lashes to see Melo putting his dick back into his boxers, the only article of clothing he currently wore.

“I see you woke up,” Melo smiled at Hooch.

“What the-” Hooch began, but spluttered instead as the taste of Melo’s urine got to his tongue.  “Why-what the-” Hooch managed in between retching and spitting.

“Well, you tried to mark me as your territory to Kap, right,” Melo smirked; “so I figured I’d show you just how real dogs mark their territory on what they think belongs to them.”

“Listen, man,” Hooch tried to explain.

“And then,” Melo said, cutting him off, “you went after his girl, when you knew she had the right to retaliate...?”

“Don’t care what you say,” Hooch said, trying to dry himself off with the dry parts of his bedsheet.  “Bitch got what she deserved.  Cheyenne saw to that shit, bet you.”

“Then you’re still a loser,” Melo spat at Hooch; “you think your chick crew was enough to put down a girl who took you out singlehandedly...?  Angel don’t walk alone on this campus; by the time she called me not only had her crew subdued yours, but they made your bitches squeal like pigs… we know about your bargain with Jake.”

Hooch’s face, dark-skinned as he was, managed to pale with shock.  The wet bedclothes had begun to turn cold by this time. “I-I don’t-”

“Lie to me, and I’ll make sure that everyone knows that you got taken out by a girl,” Melo growled.  “I’ll take out ads in the paper; Angel will guest-spot on Winifred Harpo’s show, putting you on blast.  Your rep will be destroyed.  You wont be able to go back to your hood when you’re labeled a punk bitch-ass nigga.”  Melo leaned down to regard Hooch, face to face- “And you KNOW I’ll do it…”

Hooch stared balefully at Melo.  “Get me a towel.”

Melo reached over to a chair where a towel hung over its side, and tossed it to him.  He gingerly tried to wipe himself off.  “Yeah, I made a deal with the French dude,” Hooch replied.  “He told me how to get up next to the bitch what done this to me, and I sent my crew from the hood up to Seattle, told em to do whatever he says, no question.”

Melo’s eyes burned in the darkness.  “Call em off.  Tell em to go back home.  No one is to be hurt.  If anyone in that family does get shot, or messed up in any way-”

“So you choose that nigga over me, huh,” Hooch growled; “is that it...?  He don’t love you, dumb-ass.  He loves that roommate of his, the rich bitch.”

“It don’t matter about all that,” Melo said, bending over and glaring Hooch in the face.  “You are gonna do what I want, and right now.  You wanna know why?  Cause I got ya open, beyacch,” he said with scorn, gripping his dick violently through the opening of his boxers.

Hooch stared at it, his face turning glaze-like.

“You want this dick down your throat,” Melo murmured, pulling out his limp monster and began pulling on it. “You want it so baddd you dream about it, stare at my crotch every time you see me walk by, and I know you’re thinking of what we do upstairs at 6am…”

Hooch was mesmerized.  Against his will his own thug-strong dick brgan to tent the sweatpants he slept in.

“You want me to get this dick here to full weight to smash it down your throat, make you choke,” Melo breathed, his long, veiny dick swelling under his continuous pulling, growing larger, larger...

Hooch’s lips parted in abject lust, his heart racing, his breath coming in gasps…

“Yeah, bitch, I know what you want,” Melo demurred, now grasping his heavy dick with both hands, slow-stroking it to pull back the mushroom head just so, to part the lips of his tip, showing a clear drop of liquid forming at the dickhead.

Hooch began to pant heavily, a slight moan escaping his parted lips.  He tried to rise with one elbow, but the pain in his shoulders forced him back on the bed.  “Please…” he begged.

“Yeah, nigga,” Melo moaned, gripping his dick still harder, then leaning over to spit on it, he began to slide his hands, up and down, over and over, from base to tip, staring straight at Hooch.  “You can’t wait for this dick to be in your face, tasting my dick-sweat, smelling my nutts, how they smell after fucking Necie, all sweaty and drippin with pussy scent, but these nutts are holding more of this nigga’s juice, the rest for you, right, bitch...?”

“Ahhh,” Hooch groaned, knowing that he had yet to get a good grip with his hands, which kept him from jerking his dick these past weeks… and it had already pushed past the elastic of the sweatband, a large flared dark-chocolate dick head, throbbing and leaking rivers of pure pre-cum.  His puckering asshole jerked in response.

“You want this, huh, bitch...?” Melo whispered, slipping his fist over and over his dick, his breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps as his dick began to stiffen harder and his knees began to buckle-

Melo stooped over Hooch’s open mouth, pointed his stiff, flared dick right at his face-  and shot rope after rope of hot jizz over his eyes, his hair, cheeks…it hit him in the ear, dripping down to run down his neck as Melo moaned again and again…  “Ahhhhh, AHHHHHH- YEAAAHHH….”

Hooch’s dick strained and then without him touching it, an orgasm like a river rose in him and he growled to the celing as blast and blast of hot nutt shot from his dick, jerking his waist and legs like he was having a seizure.

“EEEEEEYYYAAAAAHHHH-YAHHHHH,” Hooch almost screamed as his streaming nutt coated the bottom of his stomach and got all over his bandages.  At last he fell back to the bed, drained and dizzy, heaving in between pain from his arms, and utter raw pleasure.

Melo, however, was clinically wiping his dick off and putting it back in his boxers.  “You just laid there in your bed and let me piss in your face and nutt all over you, and you did nothing about it but bust a nutt.  That’s why you will do what I say… I needed to remind you that you’re a low-life punk-ass bitch who’s on my dick.  And even though you hate yourself for letting another nigga punk you out like this, you will continue to let me do it, cause you know that I don’t give a shit about you, and at any time I will keep this dick from your mouth for good.  You didn’t even touch my dick this time, but just the idea of my big-ass nutts in your face made you buss off, and without touching yourself.  I have absoluite power over you, and you hate that you know it.  You want my dick in your mouth more than you want your self-respect.  So, bitch, call up your boys and make em march back to Compton.  NOW.”

Hooch, face now covered with dripping nutt, finally caught his breath and glared at Melo- but Melo saw the defeated look in his eyes.  “Okay, okay!!  I’ll call em,” Hooch replied sullenly.

“It better be done within the next five minutes, and I’ll know if you dragged your feet,” Melo replied casually, turning to leave the room.

“You love him, don’t you,” Hooch asked then quietly.

Melo stopped at the door of the dorm room.  “You’d better get back to sleep after you make that call,” he said; “you’ll need your strength.  After you get full use of your arms back, I may need you to pretend you’re Kap every so often.”  And with that he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Hooch stared after the closed door, still laying in his now damp bed, covered in sweat, dried piss, and cooled, sticky nutt… after a moment he reached tenderly for his cellphone and picked it up, stopping to wipe his blurred eyes with the back of his hand, so that he could see which number to dial.