The Syndicate by Brick Page B

watched her seductively inhale and hold it to allow the smoke to playful roll in her mouth. Studying me through her hooded gaze, she gave me a sexy-ass smile then snatched me by the back of my neck to kiss me. My eyebrow rose in amusement and I felt her skillfully blow the smoke out between us.
    When she stepped back watching me, I gave a slick smirk while using the pad of my thumb to wipe her lipstick away with a sly chuckle. My lips were closed when she kissed me, but she didn’t know that as I flashed my teeth grinning.
    â€œSo, tell me. How do you feel, Aurelia?” I asked in French.
    Wide-eyed, Aurelia and Arielle both giggled, then Aurelia spoke up. “Oh, my! You’re sneaky, oui? I feel . . . I feel . . .” Softly moaning, her head dropped back while she slowly closed her eyes.
    Music vibrated up through everyone’s bodies. The rhythmic beat pumped into us and created an urgency for everyone to dance. I quickly glanced at Shanelle who narrowed her eyes but kept a clean poker face. I knew that she was going to get in my ass later. But business was business. I didn’t see that kiss coming and, again, I kept my lips closed. Never try your own product, that’s number one in the game.
    â€œMmm.” Aurelia muttered some raunchy words in French then stepped to me. “Give me more. Right now. This feels like raw sex. A sweet, orgasmic rush. What is this?”
    â€œArielle,” I said offering her the other cigarette. “We call it Mist, and it is our prototype for the next move in our pipeline. If you continue to be good to us, Gemini, we might be pressed to arrange a unique deal with you.”
    Taking a deep drag of the cigarette, Arielle’s eyes glossed over. She moaned in ecstasy. Biting her lower lip in the sexiest of ways as she reached out for Lamont then moved against him fluidly dancing. As they connected with the music and he guided her to his groove, Arielle lustfully slid her hand down his body, cupped his junk then groped him.
    â€œYes, this is liquid sex,” she said, then glanced my way. “Let us think about this. For now, we dance and enjoy this amazing gift of yours.”
    Arielle then stepped away from Lamont to grab her twin’s hand only to grab him again. They continued their seductive movements then melded into the bodies of dancing people around us with Lamont in between the pair. Entertained, I calmly stood back with my arms crossed over my chest, legs in an akimbo stance, while bobbing my head to the thumping tempo.
    â€œTell Jojo that his intuitive mind is crazy with it,” I said speaking while keeping my gaze on the women before us. “Thank him for creating such a banging product, and let him know that this still doesn’t prove a thing.” Mind calculating and planning, I paused in my wording then sighed. “Tell him to focus on his studies and continue crafting Mist for us. That’s as deep in this that I want him to go.”
    At my side, Cory chuckled. “He said you’d let him in after testing this.”
    â€œWhatever. He’s not smart,” I said swallowing my grin.
    Since the first meeting with the Syndicate, after his kidnapping, Jojo had locked himself in the lab Mama had made for him. Whenever any of us tried to get him to leave, he’d ignore us and keep the door locked. After maybe a couple of days later, he came out with Mist, explaining that he was reading the product notes Mama had left him in a diary. In it were specifics on ideas she had over the years on what type of drugs might keep the pipeline profiting. Being the type of thinker he was, Jojo did his research and figured by crafting a drug that mimicked an electric cigarette it would be easy to distribute and easier to cause a dependency on when smoked.
    Having tested it on one of his friends who was into club drugs, he watched the effects and handed us the box, telling us that he was still tweaking it, but would be safe to use