Brothers unholy, p.1
Brothers Unholy, page 1
Brothers Unholy
NASTEE
Copyright © 2024 by Nastee
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Contents
Disclaimer:
Possible Trigger Warnings
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
Book illustrations
It’s Time to Get Nastee
Listen, I originally advertised this book as a standalone, but that made me feel like I was betraying myself because I wanted to do the popular thing, rather than the Nastee thing. I’m a series reader through-and-through, where the books have 3+ installments of the series. It’s a lie, and inauthentic for me to give y’all a standalone series. I don’t want to be one of those authors (no shade) that lets the readers dictate who they are. I pray y’all will follow me wherever I go, because I’m an artist, and rather than being sensitive about my shit, I wanna be authentic with my shit.
This book will explore some crazy shit, lol. This is the first part of at the least, a 3-part series. It is going to be a pinch long. This book will hop back and forth in time, because you need to know the backstory, the front story, the whole damn story. In this series, there will be profanity, the n-word will be used, nasty sex will be had. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this special read!
I am not a word-weaver. I’m a storyteller. I do not use big words. My sentences are not complicated. I don’t enjoy challenging my vocabulary for the sake of writing a complex novel, and I want everyone to be able to enjoy this muhfucka. I tell it like it i-s. And I hope you receive it the way it was written.
This is not your typical or even usual romance where the romance is always at the forefront. This is just a good read. I will not have drama in every chapter. Some chapters are for information and to build connection to the characters. Y’all don’t fry me because every chapter doesn’t have drama, but I promise, there won’t be any “filler” chapters.
Sam & his brothers are former slaves. Until my boys get around more educated folks and learn how to communicate with others, they gon’ sound like slaves, lol.
This book has mentions, whether heavily or otherwise, of the following:
Racism
Domestic Violence/Abuse
Blood sharing
Virgins
Deepthroating
Fuckin’
Slavery
Fantasy/Paranormal Realism (Meaning the setting is based on our world, and mirrors our world, but there will be differences.)
*This is your last chance to turn back, lol*
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The shrill clanking of shackles tinkering in the night gave way to the truth of the evening’s events. The roaring wind around the three Brown brothers as they ran through the wooded area of what would later be known as Middle Tennessee, was the only cover shielding them from being found. Vicious hounds determinately made chase after them. They’d been thrown in the basement of their master’s house just four days before for being defiant. Rather than kill them, Master Witten kept them as prisoners, hell bent on breaking the strong young men. He craved their submission, though he had no clue that the Brown brothers would rather die from starvation and cruel punishment than submit any further to their master.
The eldest brother, Sam, led the escape. He’d taken the worst of the beatings, but he was still the strongest, mentally and physically. He could go days without eating. It would take much more than lack of food, sleep, and healing to stop him from enacting his plan. From the moment they’d been taken from the field and carelessly tossed into the basement, Sam had been thinking of a way to set his brothers free.
They would have been gone days ago had they not argued about him being the one to stay behind. Sam feared nothing and no man, or so he thought, until the moment his brothers were locked in separate cells, and he could no longer control their circumstances or take care of them directly. He’d wanted to stay behind in hopes that if they got away, their master would let them be, because it was truly him that Master Witten wanted, not Taj, not Mani. They unfortunately were a part of Master Witten’s cruel game against defeating Sam.
Sam garnered looks from Master Witten’s wife, Angellica. His sweaty abs, strong and masculine jaw line, his hefty package that she could see from the inside of her perfectly decorated and delicate home. She’d never looked at William Witten that way, and she never would, as long as Sam was around.
William wanted his wife to love him and only him, but he was no fool. He’d heard that Angellica had affairs with the slaves on her father’s plantation. Why would his be any different? Why would she respect him when she didn’t respect herself? He would make her respect him, by being as awful of a human being to Sam as one person could be. Sam had no such interest in Angellica. In fact, he’d never given a white woman a direct glance in his life. He loved his black queens, and he’d hoped to have one of his own someday.
Rather than break him, Master Witten put a battery in Sam’s back. He had to save his brothers, so he did the one thing he could do—he gave in to Angellica’s advances. She’d often come down to the basement to speak with him. It was always brief, and she always made an attempt to get him to touch her, to just graze her skin. She loved his “chocolatey” hands. His handsome smile. His plump and juicy lips. She wanted them for herself.
Sam would have rather choked on razor blades than to touch a white devil, but for his brothers, who he wasn’t willing to let die, he had to commit a sin—his very first, in his eyes. Even if it was for a sincere cause. Angellica made him a deal, one that he could not refuse. He feared she would not hold up her end of the bargain, but with how desperate she was to feel him, to touch him with his permission, he figured she would do anything he wanted in exchange.
It was a Tuesday when Angellica had come to visit. Sam made notice of it because he’d been counting the days since she’d promised she would return, and he hadn’t told his brothers what his plan was. An excited Angellica snuck down into the basement just after ten p.m. William slept like the dead, and she knew she could be gone as long as she wanted. She’d just need to beat him waking up, and he’d be asleep until at least five a.m. Angellica moseyed into the basement like she was approaching a fair—excited and ready. She’d just purchased a dainty pair of white gloves that looked like doilies against her fingers. In particularly, she’d purchased her gloves to see the contrast between Sam’s skin and the purity of her clothes.
In a nightgown and robe, she happily skipped down into the basement, that was more of a dungeon, carrying a lantern, the keys to get into the cell, and nothing more. When she reached Sam’s cell, he sat with his head against the moldy concrete wall. He did not move, though he knew what he had to do.
“Good evening, Sam,” Angellica sweetly cooed into the night. Taj and Mani approached the doors of their cells, curious as to why Angellica would be visiting so late. She’d normally come during the workday, when Master Witten was too busy slave-driving to notice his promiscuous wife missing.
“Ms. Angellica,” Sam said, his southern drawl caught Angellica’s attention. She leaned forward with the lantern to get a better look at him. His glistening chest, poking out from the top of his torn shirt, looked ripe for a licking. She fanned away her roaring lust with a waving hand. Though her heat wasn’t coming from the basement. It came from her hormones. In the light, she held up the keys, and Sam’s face lit up.
When he’d spoken to Angellica about the deal, he wasn’t sure how she would get it done, but he knew she would if she truly wanted him. The keys were proof of how deeply she wanted to lie with him.
Angellica placed the key in the keyhole and turned the cell door. She smiled, and he smiled back in kind.
“Now,” Angellica held her finger up, as if she were about to teach Sam something, “I will let you go—”
“Me and both of my brothers,” he corrected, and Angellica grinned, all of her teeth on display.
“I’ll let you and both of your brothers go, if you give me what I want,” she said, reiterating her promise. Her green eyes homed in on Sam’s brown orbs, her lust returned, filling the void between them.
"And I’ma give you just what you wantin’, but be clear," Sam closed the divide between them. He was so close; Angellica could smell his musky scent. She could almost taste it. “This here between us, mean nuttin’ to me,” Sam readdressed, flicking his hand between the two of them. Angellica nodded her head. This was all about her and what she wanted anyway. It was of no consequence to her that Sam didn’t want this, just that he would do it anyway. Just as long as she got ahold of his big, strong, love-making tool, her fantasy would be fulfilled. It would be the last one she ever lived out anyway.
She placed her hands around the collar of his filthy linen shirt and untied the flimsy draw string that held it together. When it came undone, it revealed the full strength of his chest, that was covered in unhealed
Angellica swept her predatory hands over his chest, the keys still in between her fingers. She, like her husband, was so arrogant to believe Sam wouldn’t try anything, that he was too stupid to try anything, that it never occurred to her to place the keys out of his reach.
When she leaned in, to reach for his more than sweaty crotch, he quickly leaned forward, took the keys, and spun her around, twisting her arm behind her back. For a moment, she thought this was some form of kinky foreplay. She inhaled and poked out her breasts. It wasn’t until he rushed his large left hand around her mouth that she realized she was captured, and this was not going to be the pleasant experience she had mapped out.
“Now you listen here,” he whispered in her ear. “I ain’t got one quarrel with you, ma’am, except the fact that I think you’s a nasty heathen of a woman. I ain’t gon’ hurt ya. I just wanna get me and my brothers free, and you goin’ wit’ us,” he finished. Angellica squirmed under his touch. She believed the negroes of colonial America to be ignorant, uncalculated, because her people had been able to enslave them. What she didn’t know was that negroes had a front row seat to deviance, had their own set of knowledge, and had they not have been captured and taken, would some day rule the world. Though slavery would forever be a mental institution that many black people would go on to cling to.
It was time for Sam to take back his and his brothers’ power. Though the Brown brothers remained shackled by their feet, they were unbound at the hands, which gave them more room for movement and allowed them the space they would need to go free.
Sam, slowly and carefully, maneuvered Angellica out of his cell and down the hall to Mani and Taj’s cells, which were adjacent to one another.
“Sam, I’d ask what in the hell you was doin’, but I got eyes that can see a lot better than you’d think. You gon’ get us all killed,” Taj whispered, his head completely through the rusty cell bars.
“Then we’ll die, but we’ll go together,” Sam retorted. He could see the desperation in his brother’s eyes. The fear emanating from his brother’s essence. Taj had always been one to be careful, the one who moved with a little more caution and calculation. But when he was set off, Taj’s calculations turned him inside out. They made him do terrible things, but he’d done his best to keep a handle on his emotions throughout this entire ordeal, listening to Sam’s command the way he always did. Now would be no different.
With a firm grip, Sam’s hand tightened around Angellica’s mouth, warning her not to make a sound, and he stuck the key in the door. The click of freedom sounded, and Taj carefully moseyed out of his darkened cell. Other than quick glances down the hall, Sam had not been able to see his brother, and now, under the light of the lantern, Sam’s stomach twisted into knots.
Taj had been beaten badly—his face a swollen, purple and red mess. Had it not been for the need to escape, Sam would have gladly killed Master Witten with his bare hands. He had not quite given up hope on that. If they were truly able to get free, he would make sure his brothers were safe, and then return for Master Witten who deserved nothing less than death for the abuse of slaves and the abuse many a slave had to endure because of his whore of a wife.
Taj hobbled out of the cell, a nod proceeded him toward his brother—a sign that he was with him, no matter what. Sam handed the keys to Taj, and he turned to open the door for their youngest brother, Mani. Mani’s eyes held a squint. For the first day they were in the basement, Mani screamed his soul to heaven in fear of the dark. Since the death of their parents years ago from a sickness that unfortunately took them both at the same time, Sam had become their father, and not an evening went by where there was not chopped wood and a fire, or a lit candlestick for Mani.
This imprisonment would be the first time. The first night, he’d nearly gone crazy with fear. The only thing Sam could do to keep him calm was sing to him. And though he was physically at a distance, his beautiful voice echoed off the stale walls and into Mani’s cell, lullabying him to as sweet of a sleep as he could get under the circumstances.
Mani placed his arm over his eyes, the adjustment between the lantern and the basement stung. With his arm shielding his face, it revealed his split open skin. He’d only wanted to keep the light from shining in his eyes. He’d forgotten about his marred, semi-open flesh.
Even under the light of the lantern, Mani and Taj could see the anger in their brother’s face. His tense jawline, the heaviness of his usual clear brown eyes were now raging with a storm. Mani extended his hand and placed it on his brother’s shoulder, giving it an endearing squeeze.
“I’m alright, but we won’t be fa’ long if we don’t get up outta hea’. Ms. Angellica,” Mani called her name. Her eyes shifted over to his, fear began ringing through her. Would she be killed? How far would William go if he found out that she’d been taken by a negro? It was one thing for her to sneak off with them occasionally to fulfill her twisted sex fantasies, but something completely different to be carried off by one. She wouldn’t be able to return without being looked at as either a victim or something dirty.
It might have been her best bet to cooperate, something she was just beginning to realize.
“This here is our ticket to freedom. Master Witten ain’t gon’ let his sweet little wife get into no danger, so if we get caught, we’ll use her to get away,” Sam made his plan clear, and his brothers would not fight him. Sam was the smartest out of the three, and he’d never let them down a day in their life. They trusted him with everything, including their freedom.
With approving head nods, Sam began steering Angellica out of the basement and up the staircase. Thankfully, there were two entrances to the basement, and one of them led directly out and into the yard. Master Witten made it that way purposely, so he could move from place to place with haste. There was no time to waste between slave-driving and abuse and torture.
The house negroes would be good and sleep by now, and the men who were meant to protect the big house would be out and about getting drunk—their favorite pastime. Trouble had never befallen the Witten Plantation. Not in the 100 years it had been standing, and as long as everyone played their part tonight, it wouldn’t tonight.
Once they made it to the double-shack doors, Taj and Mani pressed their hands upward, slowly and as quietly as possible. With the doors ajar, they slowly crept out of the basement. Their heads peeked left, then right, to make sure there was no one within sight that would catch them. There were guards in the slave quarters all night. It would have been much more difficult for them to escape had they been there.
There wasn’t an inch of the plantation the Brown brothers didn’t know. Master Witten didn’t realize it, but he would be the reason that the boys would step both feet off of that God-forsaken plantation.
Sam and Angellica followed Taj and Mani out of the basement, and with their bare feet on solid ground, the earth underneath them, the wind blowing around them… their ancestors were speaking to them. It was time to run.
And run they did. Off into the woods, away from the slave quarters, they ran and ran. Sam released Angellica once they got into the woods safely. At least ten miles away. He had not anticipated that when he released Angellica and told her to run that she would stay with them.
“Trust me, under the circumstances, William won’t want me back, and if he does take me back, I’ll be disregarded soon anyway.”
Angellica’s eyes drew downward, her hands covered her stomach. She was pregnant and had only found out a week ago. She knew it was only a matter of time when her baby came out with a brown hue, that William would do unspeakable things to her and her baby. This was just the thing she needed to get away.
