Brothers Like Us

Brothers Like Us by Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 10

Jamal and I arrived at his pop's house and we sat there in the driveway for several minutes in silence. We were about to change the life of the man we both loved and we just didn't know how to do it. Then Jamal spoke.

"Uncle Eric...do you pray?"

"Sure, yeah..I do." Okay, not as much as I should but I try.

"Do you mind if we pray?" Jamal asked.

"I think it may be the right thing to do."

Jamal lowered his head and I followed suit. "Father God, thank you for the blessings you have bestowed upon us this day. Father God, we come to you with a difficult task before and we are seeking your guidance and strength and love as we go to handle a task that is difficult. Guide us blessed Father and give us the strength to deliver the message in the best way possible....Amen."

I repeated the amen and I looked at Jamal as if I had never seen him before. Somehow when I wasn't looking he became a man. I felt a great sense of pride. But before we went to see his pops I had to tell Jamal something first.

"Jamal...I have something to tell you."

Jamal looked at me.

"I knew Brett was cheating on your father."

Jamal looked at me and smiled. "Thanks for telling me. Why didn't you tell pop?"

"Because I believed Brett when he told me that h told your dad and that everything was fine. I believed a liar." I said.

"Would you have told pop?" Jamal asked.

I had to think about that. I would have told Mo-Mo is I knew that Brett had lied but I never would have checked up on the lie that I took as the truth.

"I don't know Jamal. I mean..I believed Brett and I never would have brought the subject up with your pop. I would like to think that I would." I answered.

We got out of my car and headed to the front door and just as Jamal opened it Brett was standing there as if he was getting ready to leave. The look that Jamal gave Brett was one of disgust and disdain. If Brett noticed it, he didn't show it.

"Hi Jamal. Eric." Brett said cordially.

Jamal looked at Brett as if he was an oddity. "Where's my dad?"

"He had to leave to take care of somethings before he flies off to Chicago. He should be back later."

"Where you going?" Jamal asked.

"Out to see some friends." Brett answered.

"Really? Looking to get fucked by more than one nigga this time?" Jamal snapped. Bruhs it was like I was watching a movie and the drama was getting tense.

Brett looked at Jamal, then me and then back to Jamal. "What are you talking about?"

"Save that noise. I know that you have been cheating on my dad?" Jamal accused.

Brett flashed me the most hateful look I have every received and I know what he was thinking. I ratted him out about what I saw at Da City. He spoke to Jamal but looked at me the entire time.

"I have never cheated on your father and I am insulted that you would think so and I don't have to explain a damned thing to you."

"Fine. Then I'll explain these to dad when I see him." Jamal said as he pulled out the pictures of Brett. I watched as he showed the pictures to Brett, careful not to let him hold them though. Brett looked at the pictures and the look on his face showed the truth...he had been busted.

"Where did you get these?" Brett demanded and once again he looked at me. This punk was getting on my nerves.

"Online. I ran across these online. You getting freaky with a man that ain't my dad."

"That's bullshit. That isn't me." Brett said and it was stupid since it was clear it was.

"Who the fuck are you trying to fool, Brett. That is you and you know it and when I tell dad...your lying and cheating will be over." Jamal said with a tone of triumphant in his voice.

Brett turned on me and if looks could kill I'd be dead. "YOU! You put him up to this."

"Naw negro," I said. "The man did it all on his own. Don't get mad that you got busted creeping and cheating."

Brett turned back to Jamal. "Do you think your dad is going to believe you and those pictures?"

"Yes, I'm tired of people treating my folks with disrespect. My dad has treated you like a prince and you cheat on him?" Jamal demanded.

"Who in the fuck do you think you are?"

"I'm Mohammed Moyenda's son and I love him unlike you."

Brett looked like he was about to come unglued. He had been caught. Busted and he had no way out.

"You would hurt your father telling me this?"

"I would rather tell him this than let him find out some other way and then to know that E and I knew. Face it, your ass is in trouble." Jamal said.

Brett looked at Jamal and glared at me and then he left the house. Jamal and I went back to this dad's office and though we had the evidence of infidelity and were ready to expose it something told me that Brett wasn't going to make it easy.

Brett dashed to his car and he was a nervous wreck. His mind was going one hundred miles an hour. He had to do something. Damn that Dalziel. That sonofabitch videotaped him and put it on the goddamned Internet. FUCK! And Mohammed's son has the pictures and waiting to show them to Mohammed. He had to do something. But what? Then he had an idea. He dialed information on his cellphone and asked for the number for the XWF. Once he got the number he called and asked to speak with Miller James, he knew he was somebody important. A few minutes later he was speaking with Miller James.

"Mr. James. I am a friend of Mohammed Moyenda."

"Yeah?"

"He asked me to call. He wanted to know if he could meet everyone in Indiana tonight?"

"What for? I don't understand. He said he was cool with meeting us in Chicago."

"I know. But there was some change of plan and he says he wants to go to Indiana..if possible."

Miller sighed and seemed to be thinking. "Yeah...actually I could use him. I'll have a plane ticket waiting at the airport."

"Okay..I'll tell him."

"Alright. And who is this again?"

Brett hung up the phone and dialed Mohammed's cellphone. "Mohammed. Mr. James just called and said he needs you in Indiana tonight."

"What? But I told him that I would be in Chicago." Mohammed replied.

"Baby I know but he said it was urgent and that they need you."

"Damnit! But what about a ticket?"

"He said it would be at the airport."

"Fuck! By the time I get home and get my gear and get going...what is he thinking?"

"Baby..I'll get your gear and things and meet you at the airport. That should save you some time."

"Yeah..yeah..actually it would. I can finish up here and be at the airport and on the way. Okay. Let's do that. Wait...I better call Eric and let him know."

"NO!" Brett snapped then regained himself. "I mean...Eric and Jamal are off together and you won't have a lot of time to talk. I'll tell them what happened."

"Okay. Okay. You do that. Thanks baby. I love you."

"I love you too." And Brett hung up the phone. Thank God! Once Mohammed was on the way to Indiana he wouldn't be back until for two weeks and that would be more than enough time to get this straight. He hoped.

When Shane walked into his room, Sean brightened and beamed and when he spied Victor, standing uncertain in the threshold, he didn't know what he felt or should feel. He had heard that Victor, along with Shane and the others waited in the hospital to see how he was and it was not lost on him that Shane was happier than he could remember him being in a long time. Maybe Victor had really changed. Maybe he should give him a chance. Shane and Sean kissed and embraced.

"How are you doing?" Shane asked as he fussed with Sean's pillow. Whenever Shane was upset, nervous and scared he fussed around like a crazy old lady. "Are you getting enough rest? When will they be letting you come home?"

"Hopefully tomorrow." Sean said. He took Shane's hand to stop him from fussing around him. He looked over at Victor. "You gonna stand over there all day, Victor?"

Victor looked around as if someone else named Victor had entered the room. When he realized that Sean was talking to him he stepped into the room and stood next to Shane. He had seen a lot of shit in prison including guys that had been beaten up and raped and they looked a hell of lot worse than Sean did now, though he was sure Sean would not have ever wanted to be raped. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about that again.

"How ya doin?...I mean...how you feelin'...I mean..I mean..."

Sean raised a hand to calm Victor down. "It's okay, Victor. I understand. I'm doing fine but I will be better when I get out of here and into my own place."

Shane took Sean's hand. "Your room is ready for you. Victor cleaned your room and everything is ready for you."

Sean looked at Victor again and smiled. "Victor? Victor cleaned my room? Why did you let him do that?"

Shane and Victor looked at Sean in startled surprise.

"My God! I bet he found all my best Black Inches magazine and my best Dark Meat Only videos and I won't ever see them again."

Victor was about to protest and explain that he didn't even see any videos or magazines muchless take any when suddenly Sean busted out in laughter. Shane smiled and laughed and soon Victor followed.

"Oh shit! Vickie if you could have seen your face. Hahahahahaha!" Sean reached his hand out to Victor, took his hand after getting the nod from Shane. "Oh sweet Vic. Thank you. Thank you for everything."

"It was nothin' I would do anything for Shane...and you."

Sean smiled and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He was so wrong about Victor. He was so wrong about many things. He looked at Shane and then at Victor and he felt his heart overflow with emotion. He suddenly realized what he had been missing. He suddenly realized what Shane had with Victor, what they had together and he wanted to have it. He wanted to have what they had and he wanted it badly. He also had somethings he had to say to Victor...alone.

"Shane, could you go down the hall a get Victor a coke from the machine?"

Shane looked at Sean confused. "What? Victor can get his own coke. Besides the coke machine is way down on the other wing."

Sean sighed. "Damn you a dumb bitch. I want to talk to Vic along. Get out!"

Shane looked a bit nervous as did Victor.

"I'm not gonna kill him nor fuck him," Sean said with a giggle. "I just want to talk to him."

Shane looked at Victor who nodded that everything was okay. They kissed and Shane left.

Sean sat up in the bed. "Have a seat Victor. This won't take long."

Victor sat on the foot of Sean's bed. "So whatup?"

"Victor, I won't lie to you. I had big problems with Shane seeing you and after what happened before..."

"Hey that's all in the past."

"Don't interrupt me, Miss Thang. This is the Sean Hour. Now, I know that Shane says that you have changed..."

"I have."

"Miss Thang I done told you! The thing is this, Victor. I love my brother and I want him to be happy and it is clear that he is happy with you and that perhaps you have changed. So I just wanted to say that as long as Shane is happy...then I'm happy."

"Thanks man. That means a lot. To me and Shane...for real."

"Well, you just keep him happy."

Victor smiled and took Sean's hand in his. "I will and I meant what I said. There is nothing I wouldn't do for Shane...or you."

Sean smiled. "Thanks, Victor. Now, could you please bring my brother back in here and go..."

"Get him a coke? I'm hip." Victor said with a bright smile as he left the room. A few seconds later Shane walked in shutting the door behind him. He went to Sean and took his hand.

"How you doing?" Shane asked.

Sean squeezed Shane's hand. "I'm okay but this ain't about me. Shane, I have to apologize. I know how much you love Victor and it's clear to me that he loves you."

Shane squeezed Sean's hand as tears formed in his eyes.

"So...if you can let the past go then so can I." Sean said.

Shane smiled and gave Sean a big, long, tight hug. "Oh Sean...that's what I have wanted to hear. Victor is not the same man he was. He has really changed."

"I know," Sean said. He then gentle pushed Shane off of him. What he had to ask next was going to be tough and it was serious. "Shane, the police were here and they have news about Silk."

Shane stood up. "Did they get him?"

"No. They went to get him but...Shane, someone killed Silk."

Shane looked surprised and Sean felt relieved by it but he still wasn't sure though. Shane could be putting on just to protect him.

"Killed? Who killed him?" Shane asked.

"They aren't sure...but I think they think it's someone close to me."

Shane looked confused. "What makes you say that? Did they say that?"

Sean sighed. "No...it's just that...well, when they came in Andre was here visiting me and they asked him some questions. I think they think that someone close to me may have killed Silk."

"They suspect Andre?" Shane asked.

"They suspect any and all of my friends. But you know..I wish I knew if someone close to me did do it. I mean...I wouldn't be mad or anything. After all they were taking care of me. I just don't want someone close to me....that I love...get in serious trouble."

Shane looked at Sean as if he had just realized what was being said. "Sean...are you...do you..."

"Shane...did you kill Silk?" Sean finally said.

Shane walked away from Sean and towards the window. He then looked back at Sean. "Why would you ask me such a question?"

"Cause I want to know. I'm not angry...if you did it I'm glad but I don't want you to go to prison for a piece of trash like Silk." Sean declared.

"Well, thanks. But I didn't kill Silk or anyone for that matter." Shane replied.

Sean smiled. He knew Shane wasn't lying. That was one thing about them. They could tell when the other was lying. "Okay. I believe you."

"I hope so. Now why would you ask me that?" Shane asked.

Sean shook his head. "I really don't know but for some reason I'm thinking the same thing the police are thinking."

"What's that?"

"That someone close to me could have killed Silk."

Brett was furious when he arrived at Dalziel's home. He had gotten Mohammed on the plane and off to Indiana and now he was going to deal with Mr. Dalziel. He was not going to let that motherfucker get away with putting him online like that. Brett banged on the door several times before it was opened by Dalziel himself...bare-assed naked and looking fucking fine with his Dick stiff as steel. Dalziel flashed a smile at Brett.

"Wassup?" Dalziel said with a smile.

Brett forced himself to look away from Dalziel's thick dick. "Wassup? You motherfucker!" Brett stormed past Dalziel and right into his home. Dalziel closed the door and followed him in.

"C'mon in." Dalziel said. "Want a drink?"

Brett turned on Dalziel with full fury. "You bastard! You took a picture of me and put it online on some sleazy website."

"Hey my website isn't sleazy!" Dalziel defended.

"Then you are a sleazy motherfucker. If you would have told me I..."

"You still would have been in my bed. You probably would have freaked longer and stronger."

"You arrogant ass! What you did was illegal!" Brett roared.

"Okay! Go call the police. The phone is over there." Dalziel said pointing to the coffee table where a phone sat.

"You think I won't?" Brett demanded as his eyes quickly glanced at Dalziel's dick.

"Ain't no one stopping you." Dalziel challenged.

Brett glared at him and went to the phone. He picked up the phone and started to dial when he felt Dalziel standing behind him and he could feel his hard dick poking his ass through his clothes. Brett took a deep breath and went back to dialing the direct phone number to the police department. Dalziel let his dick brush against one of Brett's free hands and Brett didn't jerk away immediately.

"H...H..Hello? I need...to...." Brett was struggling to regain himself as he felt Dalziel's dick touching his hand and his hands sliding over his shoulders and down his chest, touching his nipples. "I...I...need t...t...to talk to s...someone about...ummmm..."

Dalziel eased his hands into Brett's shirt and began to play with his bare nipples. He let his tongue touch the back of his neck softly. "S...Sorry...I...I...have the....DAMN!"

Brett slammed down the phone and turned and kissed Dalziel hungrily as his hands roamed all over his body, as his fingers and hands groped for Dalziel's hard, throbbing dick. Dalziel began pushing him back towards the bedroom and Brett was letting himself be pushed. They fell upon the bed and Brett tore at his own clothes trying to free himself as he kissed and licked Dalziel's body. He wasn't thinking, he was on fire with lust and desire and he wanted to put it out. He clamped his lips around Dalziel's dick and went to work. Dalziel screamed and gasped and tired to push him off. It felt so goddamn good that it scared him. He just knew he was going to nut immediately and he didn't want to yet. He managed to pull Brett off his dick.

"Damn..I knew you wanted more." Dalziel said with a satisfied smile.

Brett looked around the room. "You got anymore hidden cameras around here?"

"What if I do?" Dalziel asked.

"Block my face when you post them on your site." Brett said.

"Convince me." Dalziel said.

Brett smiled and slowly moved down his body and took his dick back into his mouth and deepthroated it. Dalziel let out a loud moan as his legs and feet jerked and shaked and his dick went deep into Brett's gullet.

"Ahhhhh shit! DAMN!" Dalziel groaned as Brett rested his head on Dalziel's thigh and sucked on his dick like he was nursing from a bottle. Dalziel bucked and wiggled. It had to be one of the best blow jobs he'd had. He was losing his mind. He couldn't take it much more he was going to blow and soon. Dalziel forcibly pulled his dick out of Brett's hungry mouth with a sucking pop. He rolled Brett onto his belly and spread his ass cheeks. He reached into the bed side table stand and pulled out a tube of lube and a condom. He squeeze a generous amount of lube into Brett's ass and then on his condom and he slowly entered Brett's hot ass going slowly into the tight walls of his ass.

"OOOOOH YEEEAHHHHH! PUT IT IN! PUT IT IN!" Brett moaned and begged as he felt Dalziel's monster dick filling him up and deliciously tearing him apart. He rocked his ass against Dalziel trying to get all that he could take and all that he wanted.

"SHIT! Fuck me! FUCK ME!" Brett growled. He could feel Dalziel's balls bouncoing off his ass as he drove and drilled his dick deep into his ass. He bit into and then screamed in the pillow on the bed as he gripped at the sheets on the bed.

"Oh yes!" Dalziel grunted. "That ass is unbelievable." He worked his hips as he moved in rhythm to the erotic exercise. Each stroke, each plunge, each dive after powerful dive was bringing closer and closer to the point of no return.

Brett moved and gyrated and worked his ass trying to drive Dalziel crazy, trying to milk that dick with his ass. He wanted Dalziel to scream..he wanted him to explode with such force that he would think he was having a heartache. He didn't care about Mohammed or Jamal or Eric. He didn't care about websites or pictures online. All he wanted to do was get off and get Dalziel off. He was covered in sweat from himself and Dalziel. Brett closed his eyes tight as he felt himself close to cumming and he wasn't even touching himself just grinding against the sheets and the mattress.

Oh shit...oh shit...oh shit....yeah...yeah...YEAH!" Brett groaned as his dick erupted into life and exploded hot cum all over the sheets and the mattress. As Brett came he clutched his ass cheeks and the pressure was what Dalziel needed and his dick exploded it's hot cum into Brett's ass.

"AAAAAAAAAAH FFFFFFFUCK!" He wailed as he pumped spurt after hot spurt into Brett's ass. And after it was all out they collapsed on the bed a tangle of arms, legs and body. They were spent and drained and they soon drifted off to sleep.

Brett awoke first with Dalziel sleeping all over him. Damn, this brother was a sexy animal. Brett laid there for a minute listening to Dalziel snoring and when the snoring stopped Dalziel was awake and he looked up at Brett wiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Damn...I didn't mean to fall alseep." Dalziel said.

"So, did you get pictures of this session?" Brett asked.

Dalziel smiled. "Why, you wanna see the pictures?"

Brett smiled. "Maybe."

"Yeah. I knew you were a freak." Dalziel laughed.

"I may be a freak but I am have a man and he can't see that shit online." Brett said.

"He won't unless he's online seeking."

"Well, his son ran across it and he wasn't seeking and he has the proof."

"His son? Damn..is his son down?" Dalziel asked.

"I don't know. I don't think so. The point is that he wants to tell his dad and I can't have that."

"So what did you do?"

"I got his ass on a plane to Indiana and he'll be gone two weeks and maybe I can come up with a solution." Brett said sitting up in the bed.

"Like what?" Dalziel asked.

"I don't know. But I better come up with something and something good or else it's over." Brett said.

Dalziel moved over to Brett and kissed him hard on the lips forcing his tongue and pulling him close against his hard body. When he let Brett go, he was breathless.

"You want some help in figuring this out?" Dalziel asked.

"What?" Brett replied in surprise. "Are you offering to help?"

"Yeah..I gotcha into this so I can at least help out. Besides two heads are better than one." Dalziel said as he reached down and gripped Brett's dick and began stroking it.

"Ahhhh shit yeah!" Brett sighed as his dick grew hard and he laid back for another round.

After visiting Sean in the hospital and his exchange with the police detectives he went home and changed his clothes and put on his work out clothes. What he needed was a good work out. He arrived at Good Bodies, signed in and after a nice fifteen minute warm up and stretch he began working out. He was half way done with his work out when he stopped for a water break. As he stood there sipping his water he saw a brother walk into the gym that caught his attention. He stared at the brother thinking he looked familiar. The brother looked up and caught Andre looking at him and nodded and when he did that was when Andre remembered who he was. It was the young detective that came to Sean's room earlier and accused him of being involved with Silk's murder. And when he saw the detective at the hospital he looked familiar and now he knew why. He'd seen him here working out.

"Damn," Andre muttered as the detective walked towards his direction. Andre downed is water and returned to the weight machine he was working out on. He was going to ignore the detective and if the brother came over he would have much to say to him.

With his workout over Andre went into the steam room. He didn't see the detective anywhere but he wasn't looking for him either. He stripped out of his clothes and grabbed a white towel and went into the steam room. He covered his face with the towel and drifted off to sleep.

He felt a hand sliding up his thigh and when he opened his eyes the detective was standing over him, naked with a raging erection, and stroking his thigh and leg. He looked up at the young detective, who was smiling down at him, in disbelief.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Andre tried to get away from him.

"I'm doing what you want me to do." He said as his hand continued up his thigh.

Andre kept backing away from him but it seemed like he could not escape from him and soon he was pressed against the steamroom wall and he had no place to go.

"Hey man!" Andre said. "I don't flow like that."

The Detective smiled. "Oh really? Then why is your dick hard?" Andre looked down and to his surprise and horror his dick was rock hard and he cringed at the betrayal of his own body.

"Look man...just leave me alone and everything will be alright."

The Detective sat next to him, his hand still resting on Andre's thigh but not moving any further. Andre tried to regain himself then he caught a whiff of the sweet and musky cologne that the Detective was wearing and it's effect on him was intoxicating. The cologne was masculine, sensual and sexy...just like the man wearing it. He started to relax and when the Detective flashed that sexy smile he was lost in it and when he looked into those intense eyes he couldn't tell him it was night or day. He didn't even notice that they were moving closer and closer until their lips were barely touching in a soft and teasing kiss. Andre moved a bit closer as the strong lips of the Detective pressed harder against his. He snaked his hand behind his neck as the kiss grew in intensity and passion. Soon their tongues were dancing and dueling within their open mouths as they drank in each other. As their hands explored each others as they moaned and groaned in the delight and the pleasure of the moment. He could feel the hand moving up his thigh and on to his hard erection.

"Dammmmn!" Andre let out a low sigh as he felt the experience hands and fingers manipulating his hard dick. The sweat from the steam and his steamed passion coated his body. The fingers tickled his balls while the expert hands worked his dick. He laid back and worked his hips as he felt himself coming close to an orgasm.

"Yeah...that's it....oooh...sssshit!" Andre hissed as he felt himself ready to cum. "shit..shit...shit...I'm....I'm...I'm gonna cum...I'm...I'm...cummmming!"

Andre awoke with a start and for a few seconds he was disoriented. He wasn't sure where he was but as his mind cleared he remembered where he was. He must have fallen asleep and he had that goddamn dream again. What the fuck was going on with him anyway? Why was he dreaming about that goddamn detective? When he first saw him...way before this shit with Sean started..long before Andre even knew that he was even a damn cop...he started having that damn dream about him. At first it was just a short dream that he could barely remember but now they had be happening more and more with more and more vivid details and other body reactions. What did all this mean? He wasn't gay, he knew that. The only thing he had ever done was back in college when he and Eric stripped and compared their dick sizes but nothing else happened. He didn't even know this Detective....what was his name? Linton? Yeah...Julien Linton. He was a sexy motherfucker...very sexy.

No! Andre thought as he jumped up onto his feet. He had to get out of the steamroom. As he walked towards the door he slammed right into someone, whom he didn't see through all the steam. The two of them fell to the floor with a heavy thud. Andre was aware that whoever he collided with was laying on top of him. He was a bit dazed but as his head cleared he realized who he had collided with. It was Detective Julien Linton. Though they were laying there for only a few seconds it felt like hours. It was long enough for Andre to realize that his dick was still rock hard and he pushed Det. Linton off of him and struggled to his feet. At the same time Julien Linton was getting to his feet and regaining the towel that he had tied around his waist but that had fallen off during the collision and fall. Andre caught a glimpse of the detective's dick. It was thick and hard and beautiful. GOD DAMN!

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Andre exploded. "You clumsy or fucking what?"

"Sorry man. I didn't see you there." He replied.

Andre glared at Julien Linton. "What the fuck are you doing here? Following me?"

Julien readjusted his towel and tied it into a knot. "Actually, this is a gym and I came here to workout..like everyone else....including you, Mr. Robinson."

"Well, fine. The rooms all yours, boss." Andre walked towards the door when Julien grabbed his arm. It was hard...it was firm and strong and the touch of his hand on his skin seemed to electrify his skin. Andre snatched away. "HEY MAN! Check yourself!"

Julien held up his hands. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to say something to you?"

"What man? Damn!" Andre wanted to get out of there. His dick was still hard and if Julien Linton looked down through the steam he would see it.

"I wanted to apologize for earlier."

Andre frowned. "Oh you mean when you and your asshole partner accused me of murder?"

"Look, we're only doing our jobs."

"So let me get this straight? Sean gets raped and the somofabitch that did it gets what's coming to him and all of Sean's friends are now guilty of a crime?"

"No one said you were guilty we were doing our jobs and investigating a crime."

"Which one, Detective? Sean's rape or the death of a peace of trash like Silk?"

"Everyone is entitled to justice." Julien explained.

Andre sneered. "Well, justice has been served. Silk raped Sean and someone did Silk in."

"You don't think Silk deserved to live?" Julien asked.

"Hell no! After what he did he deserved whatever he got. My only regret is that I didn't do his punk ass in my damn self."

"Mr. Robinson maybe you shouldn't say anything else." Julien warned.

"Why? You gonna run me in or something? What's the matter? Do I need to produce an alibi?" Andre challenged.

"It would probably help."

Andre walked to the door and as he opened it he turned back to the detective.

"I was in bed....alone." and Andre left the room while Det. Linton watched him go.

Brothers Like Us Chapter 10 (cont'd)

Jamal and Eric had been waited for Mohammed to come home for more than an hour, when Eric received a phone call concerning a story he was working on. Though he was reluctant to go he had to and he told Jamal that as soon as he heard from his father that he should call him and he would come right over as soon as possible. Eric and Jamal embraced warmly and Eric was out the door.

After waiting another hour, Jamal tried his father's cellphone but got his voicemail immediately, which meant his phone was either off or he was outside of his service. He considered leaving a message but he decided that what had to be said had to be said face to face. Figuring that his father was on the way home soon, Jamal went upstairs to his room and changed into some workout clothes and then he went back down to his father's weight room to work out.

His father's weight room was more like a large gym with all the latest and most up to date weight and cardio equipment and every bit of it was regularly used by Mohammed, Jamal and even Brett. He began his fifteen minute stretching routine followed by a fifteen minute cardio warm up on the stairmaster machine. Jamal was in excellent condition for a young man his age and his father, who was always working out and keeping his body in shape and toned had showed him when he was young on how to properly workout with the right warms and stretching and the proper exercises that target particular parts of the body and how to use the machines correctly. Mohammed wanted to make sure that his son knew how to use the equipment safetly and to reap the benefits of a proper workout regimen. Jamal had remembered those lessons well and it showed with his sculpted body he was a sixteen year old with the body of a man. Wide strong shoulders, a well muscled chest, a tight six pack of abs, strong back, lean and powerful thighs and legs. But working out did more than just keep his body right it balanced him emotionally and keep stress down, which was needed while he was living with his mother and dealing with all her..."friends". But with having a great body came the attention from the girls at school who thought he was just the sexiest in the class and were always trying to get up on him and with him but they did it all for the wrong reason...they did it for the body and not for the person he was because they never took the time to see what the REAL person was like. He was more than just his body and looks. There was more to him than just the physical. Yes, was sexy but he had brains and that was what he wanted that special woman to see in him. There was one girl that he would not mind to get to know. Her name was Sabrina, but she barely gave him the time a day even though they shared several classes together. She was bright, intelligent, and very beautiful. He liked here and the few times that they did talk he knew that she was the girl for him.

As Jamal worked out, his thoughts went back to his father and the current situation. He wished his father would find the right person for himself. Brett was not the one and soon his father would realize that and out there in the world was the right man for him. When he was younger, Jamal had always hoped and prayed that the right man for his father was 'Uncle' Eric. Jamal really liked Eric and thought that he had everything that his father was looking for in another man but it was not meant to be. His father and "Uncle" Eric were just friends and that was the end of that. But Jamal knew that one day his father would be happy...truly happy. Jamal continued working out.

Brett pulled into the garage and smiled as he did not see Mohammed's nor Eric's car, which was good since he didn't feel like dealing with Eric and the fact that Mohammed's car was gone had to mean that he was somewhere in the air on his way to Indiana. Now there was just the matter of a certain teenager that was about to learn a lesson he would never forget. Brett was about to go upstairs when he heard a noise in the weightroom. His heart froze as he wondered if Mohammed had come home. He cautiously made his way to the weightroom and when he arrived he peeked around the corner and his heart stopped for a brief second. Though he was younger and shorter than Mohammed, Jamal was the exact duplicate image of his father. Jamal has his back to the door and didn't see Brett looking at him, which was good and he was a good looking kid. A hot and sexy body and he wondered if he was as well endowed as his father. Brett shook himself. Damn, what was he doing? Was he checking out babies now? Hell, no! Brett turned and made his way back upstairs. He had things to do and he had to check out Jamal's room.

When Brett opened the door he shook his head. Jamal's room was a mess. He had clothes all over the place the bed was unmade and it smelled of the heady musky, funky scent of old gym socks, sweat and the young scent of a teenager. Once again he had to compose himself and get busy. It was a long shot but he had to check the room out and try to find the photos of him. He tore through Jamal's room and as he tossed clothes around and looked through the chest of drawers he finally found the photos under the mattress of the bed. Brett smiled as he looked at the photos. Yes! He had them and as he folded the photos up and stuffing them in his pocket he went to his room and logged online and went straight to Dalziel's website and his smile grew wider...so wide he wanted to shout. The site was gone. Dalziel had kept his word and deleted the site. No proof online and no proof in had. Jamal's little story but he still had to fix the young man and he had just the way to do just that.

Jamal had finished with his workout and was looking at his reflection in the full length mirror when Brett walked in.

"Very nice body," Brett said with a smile.

Jamal snapped around quickly and glared at Brett. The smile on his face made him feel uncomfortable and he quickly put his shirt back on.

"What do you want?" Jamal asked annoyed.

"Well, I don't want you...little boy. I don't do children."

"I know. I have the pictures of what you do or rather what does you."

Brett kept smiling. "Whatever do you mean?"

Jamal stared at Brett. Had he forgotten? "You know what I mean. The pictures."

"Hmmm," Brett reached into his pocket and pulled out the pictures. "You mean these pictures?"

Jamal was surprised and stunned. "Where did you get those?"

"Under your mattress. Do you jack off to these?"

Jamal stepped closer to Brett. "Gimme those! What were you doing in my room?"

Brett stepped back and put the pictures back in his pocket. "Wrong, little boy. This is my house. You are visiting and not for much longer."

"When I tell my dad what you did you will be out of here." Jamal replied.

"I don't think you will do that." Brett answered back.

"Yeah? Watch me when I do it."

"Fine, you do that but think about what I will do when you do."

"What are you talking about?"

"If you tell your father..and I get kicked out...I will be in court and suing your father for palimony and I will call every newspaper, TV news show and tabloid and tell them how the former NFL football player turned XWF wrestling superstar is gay. Can you imagine the scandal?"

"You wouldn't."

"Oh hell yeah..I would and I would add some spice to the story when I bring up child molestation questions."

"What?"

Brett smiled. "Yes...yes...I will. Let me explain something to you little boy...all I have to do is imply that your father has molested you and child protective services will snatch you away for evaluation while they lock your father up and everything he worked for is taken away."

"It never happened and you know it." Jamal snapped.

"It doesn't matter if it happened..the mere question is enough to muck it all up. It's enough to bring great scandal and to ruin your father's wrestling career and his life forever."

"This ain't right."

"No little boy...but it's happening. But you can change it all by keeping your big mouth shut."

"What?" Jamal asked in surprise.

"If you be a good little boy then I will do nothing to your daddy. You open your mouth and I will destroy your father and his reputation and his life."

"Your crazy."

"I maybe would you care to find out how crazy?"

Jamal slowly shook his head. He didn't expect any of this to happen. He didn't know what to do. He was scared. Scared for his father and scared of Brett.

"I hate you." Jamal said.

Brett laughed. "I hate you too but I hold all the cards. I can destroy your father so what do you want to do?"

Jamal didn't have to think long. There was only one answer. "Aight. You win."

Brett laughed. "I knew you had some since. Now..call your "uncle" Eric and tell him what the deal is..oh and remember this...If Eric talks...the deal is off." Brett smiled again and then left the weightroom.

Jamal had tried to stop the hot tears that stung his eyes from flowing but he couldn't anymore. He was beside himself, scared and confused and there was only one thing he could do. Jamal sank to his knees and began to pray. Brett may have beat him but he couldn't beat God and Jamal was putting it all in The Father's hand and he knew that he would make it alright.