The Dividing Line: ABSOLUTION #COMPLETED (Book 3)

9 ѱ CONSEQUENCES (BWWM)

(END OF FALL 1982)

Life in Talon Cove was depressing. Two years after leaving, nothing changed. With no money and no jobs, it was difficult for the young men to live amongst the people they once sent their hard-earned money to since those folks were pressing them to find jobs. Worst of all were the rantings about the niggers who had assaulted them.

     Neither young man could explain to their family members what happened. To disclose that they were both engaged in relationships and sexual acts with blacks, Jedidiah and Igor knew they would be shunned if anyone ever found out what they had done.

     The day Igor and Jedidiah were beaten down by a gang of niggers and left to die because of the girls, both men vowed to never touch a darkie ever again in their lives. To hide behind the beliefs of their people and their community, they settled on a lie. Telling everyone thugs jumped them and took their money was seen as the best way to absolve themselves of what actually happened. Repeating the lie was the way that they were able to turn a lie into the truth.

     Igor meant it when he made that promise to himself.

     No matter what temptations sprung up in his life, he desperately wanted to stay as far away from their kind as possible.

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Wednesday, 04/24/2019 5:13 pm

IGOR

It would be so easy for him to end this loser's worthless life. Even though the Brotherhood raised Bruce much the same way, the young man coveted far more than he deserved. As he looked down on the asshole he would enjoy killing, snapping his neck with his bare hands then burying his dismantled body, the weight of his back pocket came to mind.

     Igor walked around the last ten years with shackles around his heart intertwined in and out of his mind. There were times when he wanted to go out in the middle of nowhere and scream out the frustration he had pressed down and hidden away from everyone. But, instead, he forced himself to live a stringent life based on rules that bound all of them before birth.

     As he released Bruce and allowed the badly beaten younger man to walk away from the melee, he closed his eyes, remembering the promises he'd made to himself and others.

     "What the fuck did I do to you?" Bruce yelled at him as if the older man was in the wrong for the assault.

     "Did you think about the backlash of what you just did before you did it?"

     "What backlash?"

     "Man, are you that dumb? Do you ever use that stupid head of yours for anything other than a hat rack?" Igor crossed the room so quickly; Bruce jumped back as the man pressed the tip of his heavy middle finger into his skull as if he was trying to knock his head off.

     "What the fuck are you talking about?"

     "You just played a video with a white man fucking the hell out of a fine thick piece of black ass. That girl wasn't ugly. She wasn't some poor piece of shit they could overlook as trash. Anybody with the least little bit of sense can see that she has money. Not only does she have money. A white man is living high on the hog off that black woman's dollar. He drives a brand new truck, and he lives in a fancy neighborhood. The way she responded to his dominance over her was just like watching fantasy porn. When he wrapped his arm around her throat, choking and drilling her, the look of pure lust on her face mixed with submission would stir a dead man's dick to life. The absolute control he exuded over her was exactly what those sick fucks would kill for. CONTROL! They don't necessarily care about everything we want them to believe in. Those motherfuckers care about CONTROL, and they just watched a white exude absolute control over some sweet black pussy and the purse it's attached to." His intended for his words to carry a lot of weight.