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  THE DESERT LION’S

  TRUE COLOURS

  IKECHI HAYDEN

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  © 2012 by Ikechi Hayden. All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction and, except in the case of historical fact, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Published by AuthorHouse 07/03/2012

  ISBN: 978-1-4678-8986-5 (sc)

  ISBN: 978-1-4678-8985-8 (e)

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  Contents

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  For my Princess Jazmine

  You are always in my thoughts,

  forever in my heart.

  PROLOGUE

  With warm water running down his face, Leon raised his head up from the sink and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had got home at 4:00am that morning and passed out on the bed next to Kerry - his girlfriend of just over three years - However it was now 5:45am and he was trying his best to shake off the effects of the night before. Unwanted bags had formed under his eyes, which despite the hour forty-five minute rest, were still heavy and dark. His usual firm, chocolate skin looked puffy and uneven in colour and the two days stubble randomly sticking up through his face was not doing him any favours.

  Leon kicked off his boxers - leaving them where they landed and pulled him-self away from the sink and into the shower. With his arms raised and hands pressed up against the tiled wall in front of him, he let the steaming hot water beat down onto his weary shoulders. It was the closest thing he could get to a massage for now, to ask Kerry to rub him down after his late appearance would be the same as setting her up for murder.

  The water was just hot enough for him to bear and the tiny pulsating streams of H2o were starting to do their job. Trying his best to relax, he stood motionless for a whole ten minutes; however the repeating mental video of the night before was putting his athletic, 6'1, 190lbs body under strain. He had said no to the cocaine, but yes to the marijuana. For work reasons he could not leave the State of Florida so he said no to the T.I concert in Atlanta but yes to the Young-Money after-party on Miami Beach. He gave a resounding no to the hookers but a sly yes to the strip club. Then when it was time to leave he refused to give into peer pressure and said no to the two ecstasy pills but reluctantly said yes to the three flaming Sambuca shots - which now left him with arguably the worst hangover ever. To make matters worse, his work day was going to be filled with meetings, one of which was with the head of his department. It was not going to be easy to hide his body’s rebellion to the weed and liquor he had plied it with, less than twelve hours ago. He was already on his 2nd written warning, so today was going to be like walking a tight rope.

  Leon raised his head to allow the water to fall directly onto his face and with both eyes closed; the corners of his mouth gave way to a smile. Not because anything was actually funny but because of the weird irony of his current situation. If it were a different time or maybe if he was a different person with a different life, then last night would have been great. Unfortunately, - depending on what day you asked, - he was not living another person’s life and he definitely was not happy. Sure he caught a few laughs, chilled with his boys and flirted with the half-naked women who flitted around him however that is not where he wanted to be. If he had a choice he would have kept his promise to Kerry and been at home making love to her. Regrettably, he did not have a choice, the moment had passed and it was now 6:00am on a Friday morning and he was already late for work.

  He stayed in that position for another five minutes before actually lathering up in an attempt to wash away the unmistakable Miami club smell of weed, cigars and liquor. Ten minutes later he was back in front of the mirror - dry, with a white Ralph Lauren towel wrapped around his neck. Now looking half decent he smiled at his reflection and said ‘Now that’s more like it.’

  As he reached down for the toothpaste, something caught his attention in the mirrors reflection to which he immediately turned to see Kerry, curiously peeping round the door of their en-suite bathroom.

  ‘Good Morning.’ She said.

  ‘Morning’ Leon replied hesitantly.

  Still mostly behind the door she said ‘What time did you get in, this morning?’

  Leon let out a sigh and turned back around to face the mirror. He knew the question was going to be coming, so he simply replied ‘I’m not sure, three - maybe four.’

  Leon waited for the usual disappointed reply and speculative stare to be aimed at the back of his head but nothing was said in return and no look was given. Surprised by her silence, Leon turned around to see if she was okay but she was already gone - disappeared back into the bedroom and under the covers of the bed they only managed to share for an hour forty-five minutes that morning.

  Tired and agitated Leon shook his head. His relationship was suffering and he had nobody to blame but himself. If things were going to work between them, he had to not only tell her the truth about what he did for a living but change his whole way of life. Making a change; - Leon thought about that for a moment but as fast as the thought came it was gone. Change was not an option. He hung his head low and let his shoulders drop as all the reasons why the current status quo had to stay intact.

  Within thirty minutes he had shaved, got dressed, left the house and was on his way to work via a minor detour. Apart from the several meetings scheduled for him to attend, today was the last opportunity he had to broker a deal with one of the richest men in Miami – Pyro, an immigrant from Cuba. For all accounts and purposes he was a self-made man, an entrepreneur, someone who knew what it meant to start from the very bottom and work his way to the top. According to the rumour mill he was known to be ruthless in the boardroom and to some, just as brutal in the streets. However none of that was of any concern to Leon - not today.

  As he pulled into the parking lot of his building he thought about how much longer he would be working there. He was going to be thirty-six in a couple weeks and the thought of it made him feel old. In his line of work it was becoming the norm for the
forty plus generation to be given their walking orders and get replaced by twenty-three year old mini versions.

  Leon shook his head from side to side and let out a sigh. The work day had just started but all he wanted to do was go home to Kerry and fall asleep. Exiting his Mercedes he remembered her saying she had a special evening planned for his birthday. He smiled at the thought of that. Yeah, he was in love with her and wanted to spend the rest of his life with her but he also knew that one: his career was not going to allow that to be possible and two: resigning was not an option - not now. He had goals he needed to achieve and his job was the only way to make them possible. Shaking his head, Leon let out another sigh and under his breath mumbled ‘Something has to give.’

  CHAPTER 1

  With half a smile on his face and with his head slightly cocked to the right, Leon took Kerry’s left hand in his, raised it to his mouth and skilfully licked whipped cream from off the tip of her index finger. Smiling back at her lover, Kerry said ‘What you trying to do to me Mr Brown? Is this your way of seducing me?’

  Leon was about to answer her question but was interrupted by the vibration of his cell phone on top of the kitchen counter. For reasons only known to him Leon’s whole body froze. If someone had taken a picture of him at that very moment, his face would have been the snap shot next to the phrase “Scared Shitless”. For a split second, he thought Kerry had actually seen his reaction but happily waived it off when he noticed she was not paying him any attention but was using her finger to scoop whipped cream from around the side of the bowl.

  Turning the phone over, Leon eyed the name on the screen and the tightness in his shoulders instantly relaxed. It was Jay - Leon’s oldest and closest friend in the world however at that very moment, friend or no friend Leon had other things on his mind. He hit the button on the side of the phone and the vibrations and its flashing lights suddenly stopped. Kerry looked up from the bowl of strawberries she was holding and asked ‘So who was that?’

  Leon saw her lips move but what he heard was - that better not be a girl; and you are not going anywhere.

  ‘She must have seen my reaction after all.’ he thought.

  ‘Well, who was it?’ She repeated casually.

  ‘It was just Jay.’ Leon replied with a smile. (Thankful it actually was Jay) ‘We were supposed to be going to this show later.’

  As the words left his mouth he could see the glint in Kerry’s eyes flicker. Knowing what could be coming, he quickly added ‘But see… I didn’t answer. I’m all yours tonight.’

  While those words were true, right then his thoughts were far removed from where they were standing. Kerry sighed in disappointment. She was not stupid. She knew Leon well enough to know something or someone was messing with her night’s plans. So she decided to take things into her own hands and steer Leon’s mind back onto its previous track.

  ‘So, Mr Brown.’ she said. ‘. . . Can I seduce you?’

  Her words were spoken with enough seduction and intrigue to draw Leon in. He smiled as his mind went back to the conversation before the phone rang and said, ‘Yes of course. You can seduce me anytime you want.’

  ‘Oh really?’ she replied with a smile.

  Taking a strawberry from the bowl, she slowly rubbed it over her lips, moved the pointed end of the strawberry into her mouth and gently bit down into its soft skin.

  ‘These are nice; here have one.’ She said, holding the fruit out in front of Leon’s mouth. It was so close the sweet, juicy aroma instinctively caused him to lick his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and while still looking into her eyes he took a bite. Smiling he said ‘Wow - that is good.’

  ‘I told you…’ replied Kerry with a chuckle.

  Raising an eyebrow Leon said ‘What? What’s so funny?’

  Kerry shook her head at first, almost as if she was too embarrassed to say but after her giggles calmed down; Kerry gave Leon a broad smile and then started singing:

  ‘Do you ever think about Pussy and Crème/ Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Do you know what I mean/’

  Recognizing the nineties ‘112’ melody and seeing that unmistakeably mischievous grin on Kerry’s face, Leon could not help but laugh. He was about to give his version of the song but once again, the mood was broken by the flashing lights and the annoying sound of his phone vibrating on the counter top. This time Leon could not hide what Jay would call the Shook-Look register across his face.

  ‘Go! You better answer it.’ She said coldly.

  Each word spoken was like a jab from Mike Tyson’s fist. He could feel her hurt deep within his own chest. So trying to avoid a probable issue, Leon quickly moved to disarm the time bomb impersonating as his cell phone. As he went to hit the power button he noticed the name on the screen. It was a call he had to answer but surprisingly one he was not expecting to get for another day or so. Without looking back at Kerry he picked up the phone and moved away from the kitchen counter to the dining island. Trying to compose himself for the ensuing conversation, he took in a deep breath, let it out slowly and then put on a broad smile, - hoping it would be transferred down the line.

  ‘Yo Black. What’s the deal dawg?’ He said calmly.

  ‘I’m at the SPOT…’ The voice came down the phone quick, straight and cold. ‘. . . What time you gonna get here?’

  ‘Yo Black…’ Leon replied hesitantly. ‘. . . I didn’t think.’

  The voice on the other end of the phone cut him off mid-sentence. ‘That’s the problem Leon.’ He said. ‘. . . I think you have our roles confused. This is MY business, so you don’t get to think. I pay you to do what I tell you. You do know time is money right?’

  Leon did not answer.

  ‘Well if you didn’t know, right now you’re fucking up my business! So HURRY UP NIGGAH, or you’re gonna be outta time and money!’

  Leon ended the call without saying a word. While he hated being shouted at, he knew in this situation the less spoken the better. He rubbed his head and looked up to see what Kerry was doing and to his surprise she was looking directly at him. Leon caught the feeling she was actually trying to look into him, into his thoughts and then thought about how much he really hated that. He never liked people trying to read him and now Kerry had started doing it, he knew it was time for him to leave.

  ‘I gotta go babe, I’m so sorry.’ He said. ‘. . . Black needs me to go over the months takings at the club.’

  It was only after Leon had spoken he realised his words not only broke the silence but possibly the bridges that were trying to be built that evening. Kerry bowed her head and looked down at the bowl of strawberries. Wanting to bring a smile to her face Leon walked over to Kerry and gently kissed her on the neck. He slowly raised her head, anxiously awaiting the hurt he would see in her eyes and as if on cue there it was; beautiful dark brown spheres drowning under the weight of tears that couldn’t be held back any longer.

  ‘I’m sorry shorty…’ He said. ‘. . . I’ll make it up to you. I promise. When I get back, we’ll pick things up where we left off aight.’

  Wiping her true feelings from the corner of her eye, Kerry decided to give the night one more chance. She smiled, dipped a strawberry into a little cream and placed it into her mouth whole. Though this gesture was erotic in itself, Leon couldn’t help but notice the look in her eyes didn’t go with the motion. They both saw the gigantic white elephant in the room stampeding towards them and not wanting to be hit by its trunk of embarrassment, Kerry decided to speak first. ‘Make sure you take care of yourself.’ She said. Despite wanting to say a whole lot more, that was all she could come up with. It pained her to feel like she was being put to the side - again. Kerry loved Leon dearly, but she was no fool. Something was not right. She wished she could say he was cheating. It would make everything so much easier. She would have no problem leaving him if he was sleeping around behind her back. When she was growing
up, she had to watch her mother be mistreated and abused, cheated on and cast away like old clothes and so she swore she was never going to let that happen to her. Granted, she never really thought Leon was cheating however after three years and two months she could not shake the feeling he was into something she would hate. Her only saving grace was that she believed Leon would never hurt her and with that she did what all of Leon’s true friends did; she gave him space.

  Leon picked up the jacket Kerry had given him as a present earlier that evening and walked towards the door. He heard Kerry mumble something along the lines of ‘what a birthday this turned out to be’ which caused him to pause for only a second before picking up his keys and walking out the door to his Mercedes CL-65 parked in the driveway.

  Once inside, he hit the start button on the dash and the 32-speaker, ‘BOSE’ sound system kicked in and the bass of ‘Out-Kast’ shook the cream interior of his car. Turning up the volume the treble accentuated Big-Boi’s words as they flew out of the speakers:

  “She was my Spottie ottie dopalicious angel . . .”

  Leon mouthed the words and started rhyming the lyrics before he put the car in reverse to back-out the driveway before heading towards his given destination.

  CHAPTER 2

  Twenty minutes later, Leon pulled up in front of the ‘SPOT’ - a small club located a block away from Las-Olla’s Boulevard. It was the new trendy hang out for young rich twenty-something’s, sports personalities and ballers. The music was always on point and the interior of the club was very plush. When describing the place the phrase ‘Urban Chic’ would be thrown around quite a bit. Leon remembered the owner of the club tell him he got the same designers responsible for decorating Club Movida in London, Crush in Japan and Sway in Paris to pimp out the ‘SPOT’. Every time Leon walked into the Club he would imagine how cool it would be to have his own place. It was a Thursday night and the SPOT was packed. As Leon walked past the line and up to the entrance he could hear the low din of the bass trying to tear its way outside the club doors. The doorman’ – who was called King spotted him approaching and raised his fist. Leon tapped the doorman’s fist with his and spoke first.