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  Silence of The Nine II: Let There Be Blood

  By T. Styles

  Copyright © 2014 by The Cartel Publications. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission

  from the author, except by reviewer who may quote passages

  to be printed in a newspaper or magazine.

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE:

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,

  Organizations, places, events and incidents are the product of the

  Author’s imagination or are used fictionally. Any resemblance of

  Actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Control Number: 2014958176

  ISBN 10: 0996099255

  ISBN 13: 978-0996099257

  Cover Design: Davida Baldwin www.oddballdsgn.com

  Editor(s): T. Styles, C. Wash, S. Ward

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  What’s Up Fam,

  Dayyummnn! This year flew by. Seems like we were just celebrating the holidays in 2013 and now they are back again. We have been working extremely hard to keep good books in your hands and soon good movies and TV shows on your screens so get ready. With what seems like time moving so rapidly, I want to take a second to say something that is deeply on my heart. Please remember, during this holiday season especially, to take time out to spend with your love ones. And during that time spent, make sure you are present. What I’m getting at is, put the phone down, pull your head off of the Internet and really spend precious time. You never know when it may be the last opportunity you get to do it. While you’re with your family, remember to Be Grateful and keep in mind the people that are no longer with us.

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  PROLOGUE

  The Future

  “If it be dark, how dost thou know 'tis he?”

  - William Shakespeare

  Leaf’s wrists were strapped securely to a sturdy wooden chair, causing the tips of his fingers to run cold. The open wound on his scalp spouted blood before it trickled through the trails of his short mane, eventually spilling down his forehead and pressing through the tiny hairs of his eyelids.

  The darkness made it difficult to see his adversaries but he blinked a few times, forcing the red liquid out of the way in an effort to peer within the shadows. “Why you doing this?” he mumbled, the salty metallic taste of his blood heavy on the tip of his tongue. “I don’t understand.” His body shook uncontrollably although the tone of his voice was somewhat calm.

  He was livid.

  What did they want with him?

  Why had they broken into his home?

  Out of the gloominess appeared an elderly woman with an eerie smile. “You really don’t know, do you?” She knelt before him and wiped the blood from his vision with the cool but forceful palm of her hand. “You really are an innocent fool.”

  He swallowed and moved his hands slightly to relieve some of the pressure of the ropes but nothing worked. The restraints would not give no matter what and he was in pure agony. “If I knew what you wanted from me, I wouldn’t have asked.”

  “We need your assistance,” the woman said, her smile wider than before. “I wish we didn’t but I’m afraid it’s come to this moment.” She placed a hand on his knee. “There comes a time in life where you have to take a stand. And for me to do that, I need your help.”

  “So what do you want?”

  “Where is Nine Prophet?”

  Suddenly the thunder in his head vibrated like sticks to a drum. He was losing so much blood that he was getting dizzy and losing the reality of the moment. “What do you want with her?”

  “How fond are you of your wife?” the woman asked.

  “Words can’t express,” he replied, his head drifting backwards.

  “How could you not love Nine?” the male collaborator said, his natural voice filled with bass. “She is both alluring and be
autiful in the same space. I would never want a woman like that for my own. I’d be too consumed.”

  “She’s a human not a goddess.” The woman laughed. “In your adoration, please remember that she is also evil,” the woman added as she gazed at Leaf. “If you search your memory I’m sure we don’t have to say a lot to convince you of this. You live with her. You see the decisions she makes and you’re witnessing firsthand how much power she’s accrued.” She paused. “What happens when she uses this capacity against you?”

  He was in anguish and an unwilling participant in this meeting. All he wanted was to get some help before it was too late. “You beat me,” he whispered. “Almost killing me in the process and still I have not received an answer to my question. What do you want?”

  “Nothing that you won’t be rewarded for in the kingdom of heaven,” the woman responded. She stood up and took two steps away without moving deeper into the darkness.

  “Rewarded?” he repeated.

  “Yes, all are rewarded who stand against evil and tyranny,” she said in a compassionate tone.

  With all his might, he yelled, “I’m still not hearing what you want!” the gash in his head beat with the pressure of a jackhammer into hard concrete.

  Feeling disrespected, she smacked him, forcing his head to jerk to the left. “I’ll tell you when the time is right! For now, let me tell you who we are. And what we can do to your life if we are refused.” She paused. “We are Disciples. And we bring with us all the wrath that God has bestowed upon us.”

  CHAPTER ONE

  THE PRESENT

  “These violent delights have violent ends…”

  - William Shakespeare

  Leaf rotated away from the warm spot on his bed, to a much chillier side, in search of the roasting temperature of his wife’s flesh. With an outstretched hand, he palmed the place she was supposed to be.

  But she wasn’t there.

  Why?

  Raising his heavy head, he blinked his eyes open and gazed into the direction she usually slept. Her pillow was without a wrinkle, indicating she’d been gone for some time. He pushed the dark blue 1500 thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets away from his body, and then kicked them on the floor. Slowly he wheeled on his back, opened his eyes wider and stared at the vaulted ceiling.

  “Not again,” he whispered as he tossed his legs around until the bottoms of his toes nestled comfortably inside a pair of warm brown Ugg slippers at his bedside. “Where are you, Nine?” He realized it was time to forage for his wife within the walls of the mansion.

  Again.

  Before rising, he took a deep breath, stood up and ambled toward Julius Caesar’s crib.

  The fourteen-month-old infant was of his bloodline. The infant was his cousin. And yet he was raising the infant as his son.

  Using the glow of the night lamp, he lowered his eyes until his gaze fell upon the baby boy whom he’d grown to love as if he were his own. The child’s closed eyelids concealed his winsome eyes. “Guess you didn’t hear her bounce either,” he said before running his index finger down his face.

  With the baby safeguarded, he headed toward the part of the house he was sure Nine would be. The same place he met her a little over a year ago. The same place where her blood oozed out of the whip wounds, caused by their grandfather, and spilled onto the floor. Yet it was also the place where she felt most at home.

  The basement.

  Her prison cell for most of her life.

  Leaf, Nine and baby Julius now lived in the Prophet mansion by themselves. Their grandmother, Victoria, died from a broken heart in her room of the mansion a few months after Kerrick passed.

  Now in the lower part of the mansion, he walked toward the farthest door within the dark basement. The smell of sawdust and paint was prevalent, since Nine was building something, which she kept private from Leaf.

  When he made it to the location, he opened the door carefully. There was nothing inside, not a carpet, not a piece of furniture, not even a picture.

  Why she insisted on spending so much time in such a lifeless space he would never understand.

  With the doorknob in his hand, he pushed it open. “Cousin,” Nine said calmly. “Did I wake you?”

  He stopped in place and whispered, “Why are you in the dark? Why do you come here when you can’t even see?”

  “I can see well, cousin. It is you who is blind,” she responded. “Come inside…and close the door behind you.”

  Reluctantly he did as requested and stepped deeper into what felt like an abyss. There wasn’t an open window and the boards covering up the windows had sucked all of the light out of it. “Bae, I can’t see you. Let me cut the lights on for a—”

  “Do not use your eyes, cousin. Use your instincts and feel for me.”

  Hoping to get things over with quickly so he could get back into bed, he kicked off his slippers and tried to locate her with outstretched hands. He even opened his eyes wider but when he realized they were of no use, he closed them and tried to locate her familiar scent. The lavender oil in her long, soft curly hair. The coconut butter she rubbed over her dark chocolate skin.

  Using his nostrils, he inhaled deeply and reconnected with the reason he fell in love with her in the first place. With a new outlook, with each step he was certain he’d find her and he was right. Within a matter of seconds, he reached the other side of the large room and stopped when his big toe nestled between the folds of her vagina.

  She giggled and seductively said, “So now you are trying to fuck me with your toe? I knew you were freaky but this is new, even for you.”

  He opened his eyes despite not being able to see and grinned. Slowly he lowered himself until his hands were upon her knees and then thighs. She was sitting on the floor, back against the wall, and knees in the air.

  “You said feel you and I’m doing that,” he whispered running his hands over her breasts. “I guess I found you.”

  “Yes you did, cousin.”

  “And once again, you in this room naked.”

  “Is there any other way to be?”

  Leaf positioned himself so that his body was against the cool wall next to her. He felt for her hand, located it and pulled it toward his lap. “Nine, can I ask you something?”

  “Anything.”

  “When you gonna stop calling me cousin when I’m your husband?”

  She giggled. Nine was the only woman he ever met whose humor and sex appeal were one. Everything she said, everything she did, was done with an ounce of grace and suspicion.

  “Why would I stop referring to you as one or the other when they both are the same?” she asked honestly. Taking a deep breath, she leaned her head on his shoulder and drew her knees closer to her chest. “You ever wondered what pleasures grandfather gained when he beat me…ripping into my flesh in this very room?”

  “No.” He frowned. “Just thinking about it makes me angry.” He gripped her hand tighter. “Even at this moment.”

  “Are you angry because he beat me or because I willingly gave my body to him in exchange for freedom?”

  “All of the above.”

  “It should not bother you so much, cousin. It was not as bad as it seemed.”

  Taken aback by her response, he asked, “Which part? The sex or the beatings?”

  “Would you think I was weird if I said both?”

  “So you saying the scars I feel on your back every time we make love are okay with you? That the beatings, the starving…everything was cool?” he asked angrily.

  Sensing the irascibility he expressed whenever the subject of Kerrick arose, she said, “Do not get mad, cousin. It is just that sometimes I do not know what I feel. I was taught to hide my emotions for so long.” She exhaled. “All I know is that this room comforts me. I am closer to―”

  “Fran,” he said completing her sentence.

  Nine repositioned her body and regained ownership of her hand. “She loved me. She loved me when she had every reason to hate me.” />
  “Is that why you revived Kerrick’s vineyard and named the wine produced from it after her? Because she knew how much you loved her, Nine. You don’t have to allow them stuffy white people from that winery around our home. We have enough money. You have everything.”

  “Except Julius’ love,” she said skipping the subject. “He hates me.”

  “He doesn’t hate you, Nine.” He placed his arm around her neck and softly pulled, causing her to press against the side of his body. “He doesn’t know you. Spend more time with him, instead of wasting every minute on the Francesca wine venture. Give him time, Nine. He’ll learn to love you not as some strange person or even an aunt. But as a son to a mother. There’s a reason why you took him into our home after you killed that bitch.”

  “You mean my sister.”

  “I mean the woman who tried to kill you, who killed our child in your womb.” He paused trying to wipe the hate away. “Despite it all, Julius will learn to love you.”

  “Yet he has already warmed to you,” she responded more sternly. “Without the benefit of coercion. It is as I have always said, cousin. One day he will attempt to kill me and in the moments preceding my death, I will regret not acting first.”

  Startled by her prophecy and speaking ill of a baby he’d grown to love, he said, “He’s a child, bae.” He couldn’t see her facial expressions but he could feel the fatalistic energy she was exuding gushing out of her pores. “You can’t hurt him. Not after you made me love the lil nigga.” He paused. “We can’t back out of this even if we wanted to. Remember all that time we spent convincing everyone that he was our son, even though they knew you just lost a baby? Don’t forget that none of your family members knew that Paige was still alive. If you give him up, they will think that you are giving up your own child. Not a nephew. There’s no turning back now.”