CHAPTER 170: CONSEQUENCES

Malcolm gently rotated Richie’s face toward him and kissed him as he released his semen within Richie’s body. Within five minutes there was no doubt Richie was pregnant—he started getting sick to his stomach. Malcolm removed himself and cleaned Richie’s vent and his penis off. He eased out of bed, pulled the covers up over Richie and kissed him on the cheek. Malcolm dressed and went to the door. He opened it and there stood Lex.

"He’ll be just fine, Lex. Morning sickness is going to be tough on Richie, but he’ll be okay. I left him a rag and a barf dish because he’s already sick to his stomach," Malcolm reported.

"I sympathize with him. When Chris got me pregnant, I was nauseous and sick to my stomach too—that’s what happens when hybrids and humans mate. Let’s sit down for me to discuss what’s going to go on," Lex replied.

"I got a job here, Lex. I’m building Jake and Constantine’s home, I’m also general contractor for another project in the township for Traylor Corp., so I’ll be around to take care of Richie with no problem, and the baby also. But I’ll tell you one thing—this Doug character, he don’t want to meet me. After I saw what he did to him, he’s going to be the one facedown ass up, and I know what I’m going to fuck. It’s going to be his vent and I’m going to knock him up so big he’s going to waddle for years," Malcolm’s voice grew hard.

"You remind me of my grandfather, and remind me never to make you mad," Lex looked at Malcolm.

About that time, Zach walked in the door. "Where is he at, Lex?"

"Grandfather, he’s resting, but there’s something you have to know. He just conceived his child, but it’s not by Doug because he’s not viable. We have Malcolm here to thank—Richie agreed that he had to be bred and asked Malcolm to please give him a child. But it came with strings—Malcolm’s not walking away. He will be a full-time father to the child they just made," Lex explained.

"Damn, boy, I knew I liked you the first time I saw you, and Constantine talked about you last night very favorably. He even said last night it was a shame that you and Richie had not met before that piece of shit Doug got a hold of him. He would have much preferred you to father the child than Doug, so I guess he got his wish. So you’re going to build the house for Constantine?" Zach smiled.

"Yes sir, I am, plus I’ve got another project going on in the township that I’m going to need some additional workers for—people that are not scared of lifting, not scared of putting in a hard day’s work. So if any of the Genmen are available and they want to work for scale just like any other human, I’ve got a job for however many that I need. I’m looking at probably 50 to 75 good strong workers that are skilled in construction," Malcolm explained.

"Well, young Malcolm, you have come to the right place—you hit the jackpot today. You got all the workers you need and now you got a good little baby on the way, so congratulations and welcome to the Z1 family. I’ve known Jake since I was nine years old—in fact, he brought me here when I was 10, rang the doorbell and left me on the doorstep of the old man’s place because he knew I couldn’t hang on the streets like he was. He did things that you wouldn’t believe and I can’t mention, but he helped me survive for a whole year. I owe him my life and everything I’ve got right here, so whatever the two of you need, you have the Z1’s full cooperation. But I might need your help one day to finish up the cultural center and museum," Zach said warmly.

"Yes sir, Mr. Spinelli, you’ve got my full cooperation. Anything I can do for you, I will," Malcolm replied earnestly.

No sooner than the words were out of Malcolm’s mouth than in walked Constantine, the boys and Jake. Immediately Constantine knew that there was a problem and he broke into a run to the bedroom to check on Richie.

He was in there five minutes when he came out that door looking around and grabbed up Eli’s baseball bat, headed for the front door. Malcolm stood in his way and blocked his path.

"Move out of my way, Malcolm. I’ve got a score to settle—nobody does that to my brother and gets away with it," Constantine growled.

"Don’t worry, Constantine. I’ve got it handled. I’m waiting for the bastard to show up. When I get through with him, it won’t be nice, and nine months from now he doesn’t get to hold it," Malcolm said firmly.

And they didn’t have to wait long until dumbass Doug was pounding on the front door. Malcolm jerked the door open, pulled back his right arm and knocked Doug 15 feet off the porch into the middle of the yard with one punch. It didn’t take Malcolm but three steps to reach where Doug was lying face down in the dirt and grass. As he stood over top of him, he yelled at him.

"So Mr. big man who likes to beat up on the young ones and first timers, you’re a big man—real big. You like to slap them around, you like to treat them like shit. Well let’s see how you like it, bitch!" With one yank, Malcolm ripped Doug’s pants off of him. He kicked his legs wide and looked around at everybody watching him as he unzipped his pants. The next sound that was uttered was the screeching of Doug’s voice as he was mounted by Malcolm. He showed Doug no mercy—he fucked the man like a common whore, and when he was through he pulled himself back out of the bloody vent. He then slapped him as hard as he could upon his vent, causing it to close shut to prevent entry by anyone else but the breeder. Doug was rutting and rolling all over the ground as the seed of the human started burning inside of his womb. Malcolm fastened his pants and zipped them. He watched Doug writhe in pain as his insides were on fire due to the conception of his first hybrid child. He reached down and grabbed Doug by his hair.

"Bitch, you get your ass to the fucking house and you wait for my child to grow. When you go into labor, I’ll be there to collect my son. You won’t see him nor touch him, you will never speak to him—do I make myself clear? And until you learn how to treat people right, this will happen time and time again by any Genman that wants a free piece of loose busted vent, when I don’t have a child growing inside of you," Malcolm snarled.