“With who?”
“FBI, DEA, I didn’t ask him and I didn’t wanna know. But he wants to do business with Stark.”
“But he doesn’t want that heat now.”
“That’s where we come in.”
“You gotta think that what he means by stabilizing influence is that you deal with Stark. Any problems come up, you deal with it. Any heat, you catch it.”
“Naturally, I could charge a fee for my services.”
“Naturally.”
“What do you think we should do?”
“You know,” Bobby said and took a sip of his drink. “My first thought is that we should go ahead and do it.”
“But-”
“But I’m only thinking about the money. With Angelo behind Stark, and with our muscle and organization, we should takeover the city. At that point it’s just business. Same business we used to be a part of.”
“But-” I said and Bobby cut me off again.
“But, with that comes the flipside. The cops and the fuckin’ DEA start looking at you.” Bobby paused. “You know when you first came to me and said you wanted to get out of the dope game, I wasn’t for it.”
“I remember.”
“But I went along. Now I truly believe that it was the best decision we ever made. We’re not in jail because nobody cares if a muthafucka loses his money gambling or borrows money or he gets some pussy. They think what we do is a harmless vice. And as long as we payoff the right people, nobody bothers us.”
“I agree. It’s what put us in a position to move this thing to the left.”
“I was startin’ to get into this legit thing; having meetings with Meka Brazil. That’s a bad bitch. By the why, if you’re not gonna fuck her I will,” Bobby promised.
“Go ahead; it’s a free country, Bob. Go for it, but I don’t think she likes you.”
“I don’t think she does, either. But that’s what makes it fun.”
“Whatever, Bob. So you agree with me, you don’t think we should do it?”
“I don’t know. But here again, I’m only thinkin’ about the money.”
“Is the money worth what we stand to lose?”
“No. So, what you gonna do?”
“I’ll setup the meeting with Stark and back away.”
“Then what?”
“I’ll think of something. Then there’s Martin Marshall.”
“What his punk-ass got to do with this?”
“Nothing. I went to see him about Vinnelli tonight.”
“I thought you were lettin’ that go?”
“I can’t. Not until he’s dead.”
Bobby shook his head. “What about Martin?”
“He’s running for congress. Vinnelli can tie him to DeFrancisco and Diego’s mess. Vinnelli’s a loose end that he can’t afford.”
“That’s where you come in. You take care of Vinnelli for him. You were gonna kill him anyway.”
“He said he was expecting me.”
“What?”
“Said he knew after I took care of DeFrancisco that I’d come back to him to get Vinnelli.”
“That makes sense.”
“He knew that we’re responsible for Mylo and Masters. He even knew that I had Monika tryin’ to get something on Vinnelli.”
Bobby’s expression changed. “How’s old sexy one-eye doin’, anyway? I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ her ass either.”
“Is there anybody you wouldn’t mind fuckin’?”
“Yes, but she ain’t one of them. But anyway, how’s Martin know all that shit?”
“I’m glad you caught that. The answer is, I don’t know. Martin’s been a state senator for a long time. We have no idea how much power he’s carryin’ or how more powerful he’d be if he wins this election. That’s the direction we need to be movin’ in.”
“So you got Angelo on one side and Martin on the other. Martin can’t afford for you to be hooked up with Angelo or Stark.”
“So I tell Angee no, and I kill Vinnelli for Martin.”
“After you kill Vinnelli, Martin’s gonna want you dead too.”
“Assassinate the assassin.”
“You tell Angelo no and he’ll do it for him.”
“Either way, I’m fucked.” I picked up the phone and dialed Nick’s cell phone. When he didn’t answer I called Kevon.
“Hello.”
“On my way, boss.”
When Kevon got to the office I told him to keep callin’ Nick until he got him and tell him to meet us there as soon as he could.
Chapter 29
Nick Simmons
I opened my eyes slowly and scanned the room. At first I didn’t know where I was. I took a look at the clock. It was 10:45 in the morning. The second thing slapped me in the face. I grabbed my head with one hand and covered my eyes with the other to block out the sun. I had a serious head-throbbing hangover, and sunshine was the last thing I needed after last night.
Rain was lying next to me with the covers pulled over her head, gliding her hand up and down my hardening erection. “Good morning,” I said.
“Hey.” Was all Rain had to offer, and continued what she was doing. “What time is it?”
“Ten forty-five.”
“Hmm.”
“I know how you feel. My head is killin’ me.”
“Why you think I got this sheet over my head? Too fuckin’ bright in here. Thin-ass fuckin’ curtains.”
“How long you been up?”
“Not long. Long enough to get this dick hard. Why don’t you come under here and join me?”
I pulled the cover over my head and rolled over on my side. I looked at Rain. She was lying on her side with her eyes closed. Her look was softer and her body was beautiful.
Rain let go of my dick and rolled onto her back. Then she allowed her hands to move freely over her body. I looked on as Rain very deliberately spread her lips with her thumb and forefinger and made small circles around her clit. I moved down so I could get a closer look.
After awhile she stopped and reached out with both hands and grabbed my head. Rain raised her legs while slowly lowering my head between her thighs at the same time. I kissed her inner-thighs and tasted the wetness between them. I slid my tongue inside her and sucked her moist lips gently. I felt her body quiver and her clit grew harder, her thighs pressed together. “Yeah,” Rain let out as her body convulsed.
Rain held my head in place while my tongue slithered along her lips, making circles around her clit. Her grip grew tighter. “Shit!” Rain mumbled and moaned her approval. I gripped her thighs with both hands, and positioned her body. My hands ran along the length of her body, admiring the feel of her skin.
Rain reached out from under the covers and returned with a condom. She put a condom on and then straddled me. With her eyes squeezed shut, she rode me slowly. I could feel myself getting harder, ready to bust as I felt her ass bucking, pounding against me. Her muscles locked and she drained me. “Yeah-that’s right.”
It was after one o’clock when we left the hotel. I got in the car and felt around for my phone. As expected I had missed calls. Wanda called once this morning and Kevon had called ten times. I glanced over at Rain and knew I wasn’t calling Wanda back right then, so I called Kevon.
“What’s up, Nick,” Kevon answered.
“What’s up? You called me?”
“Yes, sir. Black need to see you.”
“Where is he?”
“He’ll be at Cuisine in the next hour, maybe two. If you get there and he not there, him ask that you please wait for him.”
“I’ll be there,” I said and ended the call.
“Where you gotta go now?”
“I gotta meet Black at Cuisine.”
“Mike Black.”
Why does every woman say his name like that?
“You know him?”
“Nope, but I seen him around. Pop thinks a lot of him. Says Black’s one of the few people around these days got some honor left in what he does.”
“All true.”
“You gonna introduce me to him?”
“I hadn’t planned on it. I was gonna drop you off and go meet him.”
“Drop me off where? I don’t wanna go back to my apartment yet.”
“Wherever you want.”
Rain folded her arms across her chest and sighed. “I know you got shit to do, but could you take me by a mall or some place I could get some clothes? I don’t wanna get dropped off no place lookin’ like this. I look like I been fuckin’ all night.”