Illuminati at my Door
Edited by D. L. Russell
Dark Adult Books
Ebony Classic Books
Dark Truth Books
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by Ronder Scott

“And how do you think that came about? You becoming a Mayor, that is?”

“I was elected, of course!” The calmness of the stranger’s voice was becoming increasingly annoying and Christian silently debated simply putting on his clothes and leaving.

“People don’t elect anyone Christian, we do.  From Presidents down to local Dog Catchers, we do the electing.  We, decide who moves up and who moves down, and we expected you to do as you’re told, when the time comes!”

The stranger’s voice only rose slightly, but the power he exuded made Christian break out in goosebumps. He’d never really expected them to call upon him for anything.  In fact, he’d forgotten about the pact he’d made just out of college. It seemed so simple, and his life had been a steady climb up the political ladder. The thought of it all being a part of their plan, never crossed his mind.

“What do “we” want?” Christian asked, his voice filled with defeat.

“There’s going to be a flood in Houston and we want you to play Nero.”

“Play Nero? What the hell does that mean?”

Without another word, the stranger made his way to the door, leaving Christian half dressed, with a limp penis in his lap. 


“Hey! Hey, where you going, Sir?” Asher shouted as Christian quickly walked past the bar. “The party’s just getting started.”

“Something came up. I have to go. I will see you at the office tomorrow.”

By the time he’d made it to the Mayor’s Mansion, the rain was already falling.  Christian quietly went in through one of the rear servant’s entrances after putting in his pass code. Asher had made sure there would be no security detail in order to keep as few people as possible from knowing about Mr. Yen’s party.

Christian showered downstairs and grabbed a pair of his son’s old sweats, he found in the dryer. If Brooke woke up and smelled the perfume from the call girl he’d almost fucked, it would only make a difficult night worse.  He’d always been careful to keep his extracurricular activities away from his family and being high on the coke and nervous about the stranger’s demands could cause him to make a mistake. His heart jumped when he saw the dim light of a cellphone outside the laundry room window.  Were they watching him?

Christian opened the door and stepped out, ready to confront the stranger, then realized it was his twenty-year-old son, Nick, standing under the overhang, smoking a joint.

“What are you doing out here? Doesn’t this rain bother you?”

“No, I like the fresh air that comes with it.”

“And put that crap out! I don’t need another scandal related to you!”

“Dad it’s just weed and this view is nice.”

“Hello, Mr. Baker,” a young female voice called out from the video screen of Nick’s phone. It was Leslie, and she was half-dressed.  Christian tried not to look at her large, young breast but failed.

She laughed and twirled the ends of her hair.

The intensity of the rain increased and a thick bolt of lighting followed closely followed by a deafening clap of thunder, lit up the night and then shook the ground. Nick’s phone flickered and his video chat session was lost, but the young man didn’t miss a stroke and quickly sent a text message to Leslie, letting her know he’d be there to scoop her up for breakfast in a few minutes.

“You want to hit this before I put it out, dad?”

Christian took the joint, flicked it in the grass, and watched the red cherry burn out.

“I don’t want you out in this weather. It’s not safe.”

“What, am I, like 12 now?”   

“Normally, you know I wouldn’t interfere.  I know you’re grown, but I think this one is going to be a bad one. I just want us to be prepared and I want you to be safe.”

“Whatever dad. I’ll stay, but just so you know, I think this is bullshit.”

“I hope so son, I really do.”

Christian went upstairs. At the side of their bed he caressed Brooke’ forehead and thought about how loyal she was to him. If she ever knew what he was capable of, she’d be devastated. Loyalty is what they were asking from him, that’s all, just to be loyal to them.

“I missed you,” Brooke said softly. Christian hadn’t realized she was awake, but he leaned in and kissed her cheek, happy she was.

“You look amazing when you sleep.”

“Did you enjoy the evening with Mr. Yen?”

“I called it an early night. There’s something I need to tell you.”

“What is it?”

He suddenly remembered seeing her for the first time, letting the emotions over take him causing tears to run down his face.

“All the mistakes I made in life… but I still found love with you. I want to thank you for showing me what it’s like to truly be loved by someone. My family is all I have, and I don’t know what I would do without you. You and Nick are my life. Don’t ever forget that.”

“Oh, honey. What’s gotten into you?”

“I love you.”

Knowing their world would never be the same, Christian decided whatever they wanted him to do, could wait.  He undressed, climbed into bed, pulled Brooke close, and shut his eyes until he found sleep. His dreams were of water flowing through and around buildings, like a raging river while he stood on a mound of bloated corpses and snorted an entire brick of blood-stained cocaine.


The house phone rang. It was Asher Novak.

“Why you calling on the house phone, Brooke is sleeping.”

“Have you paid any attention to the weather, Sir?”

“No, no I was asleep.”

“They’re saying Houston will be under water soon. Hell, this is serious, Sir. But you can come out on top, if we move now you’ll be a hero. FEMA is just waiting on the green light. I have some papers for you to sign. Check your email, print them out, sign them, take a picture, and send them back.

Christian rubbed his temple. He couldn’t fight the headache coming on. It was time for action, yet he couldn’t do anything. Confusion and indecisiveness plagued his every move. They wanted him to fail.  They wanted people to die on his watch as Mayor.

“Hello? You there, Sir?”

“Yes, I’m here. Just give me a moment.”

“We don’t have moments, Sir. In fact, to speed things up, I can put you on Speaker Phone, get a few witnesses in here and you can verbally give the ok for FEMA to save the city. What’s it going to be?”

Christian couldn’t think.  His mind was locked in a fog of cocaine and a lack of sleep. “I.. I don’t know.”

“Sir, people have already died. You have to act now.”

Suddenly the phone went dead.  And immediately his cell phone began to buzz in a pattern he wasn’t familiar with. The noise caused Brooke to stir, but didn’t wake her.

“Do not give anyone approval to do anything for twenty-four hours,” the voice on the line said with a calm authority.

“But people are dying!”

“Twenty-four hours, Christian.  Those are your instructions and I hope for the sake if your family, you follow them to the letter.”

“But I’ll be hated by all my constituents and never get elected to anything else, if I do this! I could even go to jail!”

“Oh no, Christian. We have plans for you.  Big plans, much bigger than being the Mayor of Houston.  You’re one of us, and we lookout for our own….”


About the Editor

D. L. Russell is the Editor/Founder of Black Books Publishing (2013).  The company focuses on titles of interest to the African American Readership.