"I hear things in my line of work. All kinds of things. Some true, some not. But you haven’t answered my question."
"No, Kirk, me and Angee have been friends for years, you know that, but we have never had any business together. And Stark, like Bobby said me and Mr. Stark don’t do the same kind of business."
Kirk and Richards stood up to leave. "Right," Kirk said.
"Before you go, detective, a very good friend of mine, Kenny Lucas, was murdered in the street last night."
"Yeah, I heard about that, Black. I know you and Kenny go back some years."
"What can you tell me about it? You got any suspects?"
"Not our case, Black, sorry," Richards said and continued for the door.
"Whose case is it?"
"That would be detectives Goodson and Harris that are assigned to the case."
"Not those two assholes," Black said.
"Goodson and Harris couldn’t find pussy in a ho house," Bobby said.
"Come on, Bobby, they’re good cops. But at this point they have no suspects," Kirk said and followed Richards out of the office.
"You buy that?" Richards asked.
"Until something happens to show me otherwise," Kirk answered and the detectives left the restaurant.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wanda Moore was the lawyer for the operation. Wanda had gotten them out of more cases than she could remember. She was as Nick once called her, "The mad scientist that made everybody rich."
"It wasn’t just me, Nick. Sure, I handled the money, made some good investments, but everybody did their part. We changed with the times."
Wanda always laughed when she thought about that. Over the years she managed the money and made millions for her partners. It began early on when Wanda insisted that they start a business to run their money through. It was the same advice that Black had offered to Bruce Stark.
Wanda placed the phone back in its cradle and spun her chair around and looked out the window. She picked up the phone and dialed Nick on his cell, but got no answer-something that was happening more and more lately. Something had to give.
"You’re gonna make me cum again!" Rain yelled and sat straight up on Nick. Her head drifted back and her mouth was open wide. Nick twisted her nipples. "Fuck me harder, Nick!" Rain screamed. "I’m cummin’ all over your dick!"
Rain rolled off of him, grabbed his dick, lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Nick watched as Rain’s tongue slide up and down his shaft. She ran circles around his head with her tongue.
"Come here and get this pussy, nigga," Rain said and got up on her hands and knees. Nick stood up and grabbed her ass. He entered her slowly, easing in inch by inch. "Don’t tease me with the dick, nigga. Fuck me," Rain demanded.
He grinded his hips into Rain, spanked her ass and pushed harder. "That’s it, nigga, get this pussy!" Rain began to push back and slid her hand between her legs to massage her clit. "Oh shit!" she screamed and they slammed their bodies against one another. Rain came again and Nick came right behind her.
Now that they’d had sex, Nick and Rain got ready to hit the streets again. Once Nick was dressed, he reached in his pocket and looked at his phone. He had one missed call.
"Somebody call you?" Rain asked as Nick looked at the display.
"Wanda."
"I thought I heard it buzzin’ in between me screamin’," Rain said and continued to get dressed. "You gonna call her back?"
"Yeah," Nick said and walked out of the room.
"Tell her I said hello," Rain laughed.
Nick called Wanda back but there was no answer. He started to try her on her cell, but really didn’t feel like getting into the reason or the lie that he would have to tell about why he didn’t answer when she called. Lately, those conversations always got around to them talkin’ about Rain.
Right then, Nick had much bigger issues that he knew he had to deal with. Without his knowledge, he had brought the drug business back to Black’s organization at a time when they were doing everything possible, to move away from their illegal activities. He had to end this and do it before anybody, especially Black, or Wanda for that matter, got wind of it.
Rain had gotten a tip on somebody that had information on who was robbing her. They left Rain’s apartment and headed for her car. To Nick’s surprise, Rain stopped in front of a late model, gray Ford Taurus and Rain unlocked the door.
"When did you get this?" Nick asked and got in the car.
"This morning," Rain answered. "Too many people know my Lex on sight, and I need to keep a lower profile until we settle this shit."
"So where we goin’?"
"See a nigga named Smoke. My people tell me that he been talkin’ ’bout he got connections with some niggas that’s gettin’ ready to do big things."
"How you know that’s got anything to do with you?"
"I don’t."
"Then why we goin’ there?" Nick asked, questioning her logic. It was times like this when he missed Freeze. He seemed to know everybody. Freeze would always say, "Somebody know something. And they told somebody, ’cause niggas can’t keep shit to themselves. All you gotta do is find the mutha fucka they told." He was usually right, and given time, he would find that person and make them tell him what he wanted to know.
"Look, you a gambler, you know more about that shit and how it works than I’ll ever know. Me, I’m a drug dealer," Rain said as she drove. "That’s who I am, who I always been since I was fourteen. I know how this shit go. Ain’t but so many mutha fuckas can do the kind of shit this nigga was talkin’ ’bout and nobody see the shit coming. They ain’t talkin’ ’bout some niggas from down south or Cali or Miami or some shit like that. He talkin’ ’bout some local niggas raisin’ up. Where they get the money? Where they gettin’ the product? Could just be some nigga I ain’t heard of, maybe not. But I think they makin’ this move with my money and my product."
Nick couldn’t argue with her logic ’cause on some level what Rain said made sense. Knowing how Rain operated, Nick checked his guns and went along for the ride, and hoped that she was right.
For the next hour and a half, they rode around from place to place trying to find out where Smoke could be found, until they got an address. When they made it to the apartment where they were told Smoke could be found, Rain stopped at the door and took out her gun. She turned to Nick. "You wanna kick it in or you want me to do it?"
Nick laughed a little and took out his gun. He kicked in the door and Rain rushed in. There were two men seated on the couch playing video games with a pile of powder cocaine on the coffee table in front of them. They started to go for their guns, but Rain fired a single shot in their direction and they froze.
While Rain held her gun on them, Nick collected their guns and checked the apartment to make sure nobody else was in there. Rain lowered her weapon.
"Which one of you is Smoke?"
"I am."
"I heard you been doin’ a lot of talkin’." Rain walked up to him. "Talkin’ ’bout you got connections."
"Who the fuck are you?" he said, and Rain kicked the coffee table out of her way and hit him in the mouth with her gun.
"I’m the bitch askin’ the fuckin’ questions," she said and held her gun to his head. "Now you gonna tell me who these niggas are you been talkin’ ’bout, where they gettin’ their product and where I can find them."
Smoke spit blood and smiled at Rain. "I don’t know what you talkin’ about."
Rain hit him again and returned her gun to his temple. "That ain’t what I wanna hear. You been rollin’ around tellin’ mutha fuckas that you got connections with some niggas that’s gettin’ ready to do big things. Probably the same niggas that gave you that powder that’s all over the floor now. I wanna know who these niggas are you been talkin’ ’bout, where they gettin’ their product and where I can find them."