"Oh."
"Yeah," Nick said poured another.
"What. She find out about you and Rain?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah, well, that shit was bound to happen sooner of later."
"Was it?"
"Yeah, Nick, it was. I mean it ain’t like you were tryin’ real hard to keep that shit a secret. Too many mutha fuckas knew about it and some of those that did, talk to Wanda. Shit, Rain’s ass would say in a heartbeat that you were her man and that bitch Wanda can’t do shit to stop it."
"She did?"
"Heard her say that shit myself."
"I guess you’re right, so fuck it. Did I say it right?"
"Fuck you, Nick. The fact is that you ain’t the first nigga to get caught up with a good pussy havin’ young girl. The shit happened to me," Bobby said and thought about his relationship with Cat.
She was barely twenty-two and fine as hell. "Nice size titties, little-bitty waist, with a toot-booty that can stop traffic," Bobby told Nick. That body made her one of the most popular dancers at Cynt’s until she got fired for being late or not showing up at all.
It began while Black was living in the Bahamas and Wanda was losing her mind about Freeze letting things get rundown at Cuisine, and gettin’ sloppy with everything else. One night while Bobby was at Cynt’s checking up on Freeze, he introduced him to Cat and she danced for Bobby. "Damn that bitch could dance and she was cool. I wasn’t even tryin’ to fuck her. We would just hangout; talk shit, that’s it."
Nick thought back to the way things began with him and Rain. At the time he had no intention of fucking her. In fact, he didn’t even like her. But it happened anyway.
Bobby told Nick that after a while things with Cat began getting out of control. The longer it went on the more Cat was making it hard on his marriage to Pam. It had gotten to the point that Cat was calling the house and talking to Pam.
"After Cat made herself known to Pam and she did what she did to end it, I figured out the there wasn’t any woman worth losing Pam over."
"So what you doin’ here gettin’ your dick sucked?"
"I don’t know if you know this, but Pam and I don’t have sex anymore."
"I didn’t know that? I mean I heard you say that Pam understands that if she isn’t gonna give you any pussy that somebody is, but I thought it was just some shit you was tellin’ Wanda to get her off your back."
"Nope. She feels like she can be a good wife and mother to our children, but Pam doesn’t feel like she can bring herself to have sex with me after what happened. Things really got wild with Cat. That’s why I come here, get what I came to get and go home. I ain’t got no feelings for none of these ho’s and they ain’t got none for me. And I like it that way. They’re just a place to bust a nut in. I get what I want, they get what they want," Bobby said. He didn’t think that Nick needed to know that Pam wanted a divorce because of his relationship with Ivillisa Ortiz.
"Simple."
"This way nobody gets hurt, ’cause nobody’s feelings are involved. I let Cat get off-the-chain, just like you doin’ with Rain."
"I see that now."
"Mind if I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead?"
"I always wondered what the attraction was. I hope you don’t get mad behind me sayin’ this, I know she got body for days, but Rain ain’t the prettiest mutha fucka in world."
Nick laughed a little and shrugged his shoulders. "She ain’t, is she?"
"No she ain’t."
"There’s more to Rain than just her looks. I like being around her for some reason."
"Want me to tell you why?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
"I see how Rain carries it. She is all gangster; all the time."
"Damn sure is."
"That’s part of why you like being around her," Bobby said and Nick didn’t quite get it. "When I used to hang out with Cat, it wasn’t like being with Pam. Cat was funny, she talked big shit and would do wild shit just for the fun of it."
"She was everything that Pam isn’t."
"Exactly. And if you had to find a woman who was the exact opposite of Wanda, Rain is definitely the one."
"I see your point," Nick said and poured another drink.
"I wouldn’t worry too much about that shit, Nick. Shit will work itself out and Wanda will be back," Bobby said and had another drink.
"I don’t think so, Bobby."
"Why not?"
"There’s more to it than just me fuckin’ Rain."
"What else?"
"Without me knowing it, Rain has been dealin’."
"That’s not good. Mike know about that?"
"You tell me?"
"Far as I know he don’t. We been too busy with business."
"Now somebody’s been robbin’ and killin’ her dealers. So the last couple of days I been with her tryin’ to find out who it is and squash it before it goes any further. But Wanda was lookin’ for me and wanted to know where I’d been the last few days."
"Damn."
"Even if she believed I wasn’t fuckin’ her, if I told Wanda what I’ve been doin’-"
"She’d tell Mike about Rain and you don’t want that."
"Especially now that we got this arrangement with Angelo and Stark. And to make matters worse, I think she’s buyin’ from Stark."
Bobby grabbed the bottle. "I see why you’re sittin’ here gettin’ fucked up." He poured himself a drink.
"Good, I’m glad you understand." Nick took the bottle from Bobby and poured himself another drink.
"What you gonna do?"
"Bobby, I don’t know. But whatever I do it won’t be today."
"Whatever you decide to do, if you need me for anything, I’m there for you," Bobby said and raised his glass.
"Thanks Bobby. That means a lot."
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Black and Victor were on their way to the apartment of Jada West. In a very short time, Ms. West was running one of the top escort services in the city.
It began when she was working a job at a market research company, scrambling for money, and dodging the landlord. Jada’s life began to change when she stopped to pick up a two-piece snack from Fat Larry’s, and she stopped to admire a royal blue drop-top Beamer with baby blue leather and wood panel interior. Jada wondered if she’d ever see the day when she could afford shit like that.
"Jada, that you girl?" the driver asked.
When she snatched off her shades and pulled her hat’s brim back, Jada’s mouth dropped. "Diane?"
Diane and Jada worked together at the marketing company for nearly a year. "You ain’t gonna make any real money punchin’ no damn clock. I can tell you that much for sure. Are you ready to make some real paper?" she asked.
"Girl, you just don’t know," Jada said.
"I dance at this little club called Ecstasy on Friday and Saturday nights," she said calmly. "Say what you want, but I never leave with any less than five hundred dollars a night," Diane said. Jada let the figure roll around in her head. For two night’s worth of work, Diane made one thousand dollars? That’s almost triple what Jada made for working eighty hours.
"I don’t know, Diane. I just don’t think I could do that in front of a bunch of horny men."
"I’m tellin’ you, you could make a grip. You got a bomb-ass body too. Them titties and that ass, I’m tellin’ you, girl, you sleepin’ on your best money makers!"
After three weeks at Ecstasy, Jada became Miss Kitty. She waltzed out on stage dressed in a short, tight leather miniskirt with a garter belt, black fishnet stockings, black leather bra, and a long pair of black gloves. The final touch was a small and elegant silk mask. Within two months time, Miss Kitty had her own small but generous following.
Jada was invited to dance at a private party for a rapper called The One. It was the night that changed her life forever. Later that night, Jada was introduced to The One. "You a bad mutha fucka, you know that?" The One said to Jada.
"Thank you," she purred modestly.