The Mike Black Saga Volume 2

by Roy Glenn

  Wanda stopped and turned to face Nick. “No,” she said and paused. “But you could be a gentleman and walk me to my car. Make sure I get there safely.”

  As Nick and Wanda made their way through the club the lights dimmed and the DJ played the LeVert classic, Baby I’m Ready. “That used to be my song!” Wanda screamed as soon as she heard it. “I used to love this song back in the day.”

  “Would you like to dance?” Nick said and extended his hand like a gentleman.

  Wanda looked at Nick, “I’d love too.” and took his hand.

  As the music played and Gerald LeVert crooned, Wanda fell into Nick’s arms.

  “Do you remember the last time we dance together?” Wanda asked.

  Nick smiled an uncomfortable smile. “I don’t remember ever dancing with you. Something that feels this good, I’m sure I’d remember.”

  “Do you remember Darrell Cook?” Wanda asked, choosing not to say anything about the flirtatious comment Nick just made.

  So, I feel good to you? Wanda thought and held Nick tighter. Well you feel pretty good yourself.

  “Yeah, I remember him,” Nick said. “Tall fat guy; used to break into white folks houses. He used always say he’d never rob no black people cause they ain’t got shit worth stealing.”

  “Yeah, well, robbing white folks got him fifteen years on a burglary case,” Wanda mused. “Do you remember the night we were at that party in Section Five and I got into an argument with him?”

  “No,” Nick laughed as he held onto Wanda like his life depended on it. “That’s probably because I was drunk.”

  “Probably … we were all pretty drunk that night.” Wanda paused. “You don’t remember me and Darrell getting into an argument? We were all up in each other’s faces, we were cussin’ each other out, when all of a sudden you grabbed me by the arm and dragged me away from there. You said, would you like to dance? I don’t remember what the song was, I was so mad.”

  “But you calmed down pretty quick,” Nick said, suddenly remembering it all now. What he remembered was that Black, who was always aware of everything going on around him, saw Wanda arguing with big Darrell and told Nick to go dance with her before it got out of hand. But that didn’t stop Nick from taking credit for it.

  “You looked like you needed to be dancing instead of arguing.”

  Wanda buried her head deeper into Nick’s chest. “Maybe this is what I needed to do tonight. Just go somewhere and dance.”

  “It’s still early.”

  “No, I got a lot of work to do in the morning,” Wanda said sadly. She looked up at Nick. “Do you dance, Nick?”

  “I’m dancing now.”

  “That’s not what I mean. I just don’t remember you being much of a dancer. I remember you spending a lot of time drunk with your back on the wall,” Wanda laughed. “Or in some woman's ear.”

  “That was a long time ago, Wanda. I’m not the same guy I used to be.”

  “I know that.” Wanda paused and then she laughed. “You spend too much time with me to be out chasing women.”

  “What does that tell you?”

  “I don’t know,” Wanda said as the song ended. She slid her hand into his as they left the dance floor. “You tell me Nick, what does that say about you?”

  “It means that I like spending my time with you,” Nick said as they passed by one of the bars. “Do you wanna get a drink before you go?” he asked.

  “No, thank you. I might have one before I get in bed.”

  “Need some company for that drink … before you get in bed?”

  Wanda stopped and looked at Nick. She tipped her head to one side and thought, why not.

  “I just might,” she said and started to leave the club. “Follow me home Nick. Make sure I get there safely.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  “So, you’re a LeVert fan?” Nick asked.

  “I say we take that conversation inside,” Wanda blushed.

  She unlocked the door, invited him in and turned on the lights. She walked over to the CD player and with one touch of a button soft music filled the air as Gerald LeVert’s deep Baritone bounced off the walls. Nick swept Wanda in his arms.

  “Now, where were we?” They began swaying to the music again. “Oh Girl, oh Girl … Baby it’s time for me to give you all the love you need, Baby I know that you deserve the best …” Nick sang.

  “It seems I’m not the only LeVert fan in the room?”

  Nick stopped singing.

  Wanda pulled back. “Why’d you stop? You were sounding good.” Before she could say another word, Nick’s lips locked with hers. She tried to keep up with his tongue’s vigor, but the strength was too overwhelming. Wanda could feel herself getting caught up in a powerful tidal wave of pleasure. Soon, she began tugging at his shirt as if it was a barrier to her satisfaction. Once she managed to get it off, she covered his chest with kisses.

  “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Wanda said almost in a whisper and bit softly and tugged harder at his nipples. Nick held her head as she slowly kissed her way down to his waist.

  Abruptly, he stopped her, gently holding her head between his hands. Their eyes met.

  “I have dreamt of this since the day I met you,” Nick confessed.

  Wanda kissed his bellybutton, but kept her eyes locked on his. She could feel the heat rising from deep within. Her nipples had hardened the moment he took her into his embrace for the dance. She felt the moisture that had gathered between her thighs. Nick helped Wanda undress him. He stood before her in nothing, but his briefs and Wanda stepped back. When she began to undress, Nick watched closely, but he stopped her.

  “No not yet. I told you I’ve dreamt of this for so long. Let me do this my way.”

  Wanda forced her lips to his, kissed and sucked his tongue, until he couldn’t keep up. Nick pulled Wanda to his chest and kissed her. He reached under her T-shirt and ran his hands over her lace cups. He wanted to tear the damn thing off her, but that might ruin the moment.

  Maybe it wouldn’t.

  Slowly he pulled it over her head and immediately began kissing her neck, across the exposed area of her chest and down to her naval. Nick unbuckled her belt and unfastened her jeans. He stared into her eyes while he pulled down her zipper. Nick smiled at Wanda and kissed his way down. Once he reached the lace on her thong, Nick dropped to his knees and as slowly as he could, pulled down Wanda’s jeans, all the while sliding his tongue along her skin.

  Nick stood up and guided her to the sofa and stepped out of his briefs. Her eyes looked down at what he had to offer, and a smile curled across her face. Wanda took his length in her hands and stroked it.

  “Ssssss, it’s everything I thought it’d be,” she moaned.

  Make sure you fuck me like you mean it, he thought as they sank into the sofa and began kissing.

  While Nick enjoyed the taste of Wanda’s tongue, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, and then eased it off her shoulders. He had always wondered, fantasized about her breasts. They always looked so perfect in all of the clothes she wore.

  He took her nipple into his mouth. Wanda grabbed the back of Nick’s head with one hand and her breast with the other. He slid his hand in between her legs, Wanda moaned softly, and her head drifted back. While Nick continued to feed, he wasted no time in removing her thong.

  Wanda eased Nick’s back against the couch and stood up. Nick looked up at Wanda as she moved, his dick throbbed in anticipation of what he was about to receive. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but he simply couldn’t find the words. Wanda straddled him, grabbed her hips and slowly slid down on him with such ease that Nick could tell just how much she’d been anticipating this. She moved up and down with precision. Their bodies rocked in sync, Wanda rode his dick like she was in a competition and things were getting rough.

  “I love this ass,” he whispered, but Wanda couldn’t hear him. She bounced up and down, while he sucked and squeezed her nipples.

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nbsp; “Oh God Nick, that drives me insane!” she cried. He thrusted his hips, matching her rhythm stroke for stroke.

  Suddenly, Nick held onto Wanda and rose from the sofa while he was still inside her. “I forgot; which way is the bedroom?” he asked.

  “You’re gonna drop me!” Wanda laughed.

  Nick looked at Wanda like she was crazy. “Please.” There was no way he was going to drop her. “Which way?”

  “Straight ahead to the right,” she said.

  “Oh yeah.”

  While he remained inside her, Nick carried her into the bedroom and placed her onto the bed as gently as he could in that position. When he did, he stepped back to look at her.

  “Damn, I can’t believe this,” he mumbled.

  Wanda laid on her back and spread her legs wide. “Come on, don’t keep me waiting,” she cooed.

  With an invitation like that, Nick laid down on the bed next to Wanda. She began kissing him passionately and stroking his erection; his hands were all over her body. Nick closed his eyes as the sensation of hands gave way to the sensation of her lips, soft and wet, against his chest and then to his throbbing dick.

  Nick rolled Wanda on her back and kissed her naval and kept kissing her until he was between her thighs. Nick inhaled her scent. Soon his lips and tongue were engaged with her lips and clit. Slowly tonguing her lips and sucking lightly on her clit.

  “That’s it. Take your time, Nick,” Wanda said and closed her eyes.

  Wanda’s excitement grew as Nick used the flat of his tongue and then the tip of it to make her feel different sensations. He listened to her moan, to the sound of her breathing and increased his pace. He opened his eyes and looked at the expression on her face.

  Wanda was in ecstasy.

  Nick felt her thighs quiver on his arms and then the sound of her toes curling up against the sheets. Suddenly her eyes sprang open.

  “You’re gonna make me cum!”

  When she released, Wanda held his head in place and called his name. “Oh, Nick!”

  Wanda was so wet that Nick guided his entire length in her with no problem. She wrapped her legs around him, once again holding him in place as he eased in and out of her.

  “Right there, Nick!”

  When he felt her body tremble beneath him, Nick stroked her harder to make sure she’d come back for more.

  “Cum for me Wanda. I wanna feel your pussy tighten around my dick.”

  Wanda’s eyes narrowed and she grinded her hips into him and gave him exactly what he asked for. The sensation pushed Nick to his limit. Wanda saw it in his eyes and rocked her body harder.

  She had him, and she knew it.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Kirk sat on the hood of his car outside the precinct, waiting for Lieutenant Reyes to arrive. Very early that morning Kirk spent some time with the 911 operators, listening to the recording of Shy’s 911 call. It left the detective with more questions than it provided him with answers.

  911 operator. What is the emergency?

  My name is Cassandra Black … He’s trying to kill me.

  Can you give me your location?

  He’s trying to kill me … Mike Black is trying to kill me.

  Ma’am, can you give me your location?

  Please come. He’s trying to kill me.

  Have you been injured? Do you need an ambulance?

  Please come. He’s trying to kill me.

  Is the suspect present?

  He’s coming for me.

  And then the phone went dead.

  Kirk asked that the recording be played again. After listening to it for a second time, Kirk thanked the operator for his time and left the office.

  Once he was in the hallway Kirk said, “Something ain’t right.”

  The first thing that raised Kirk’s eyebrow was how calm Shy sounded for somebody who had just taken a beating. When Kirk got in his car, he took out his recorder.

  “The caller’s voice was very calm and even toned. The caller wasn’t crying or hysterical, she didn’t sound nervous, or the slightest bit stressed. In fact, it sounded more like the caller pronounced every word very clearly to be sure that she was understood. The call came in at ten fifty-five. The ME puts the time of death sometime between ten thirty and eleven thirty. So that fits. Something else, the caller never really answered any of the operator’s questions.

  When the operator asked where she was, Ma’am, can you give me your location? She said, please come. He’s trying to kill me. When the operator asked, have you been injured? Do you need an ambulance? Instead of saying yes, or he beat me up, or whatever, please send ambulance, she says, Please come. Mike Black is trying to kill me.” Kirk turned the recorder off. “It just doesn’t make any sense.”

  When Lieutenant Reyes got there, he parked his car across the street and walked over. “Mi amigo, Kirk,” Reyes said and shook hands with Kirk. “How are you, my friend? And more importantly, where are we having breakfast?”

  “I got a box of donuts and a couple of cups of coffee in the car,” Kirk replied and pointed to his car. “You’re a little late so the coffee is probably cold.”

  “That is not the answer I was looking for.”

  “I’m only kiddin’,” Kirk laughed and started to get in the car. “We can eat anywhere you want. I just wanna ask a couple of questions. And I wanna roll by the crime scene, if you have time.”

  Reyes laughed a little and got in the car. Once he had his seat belt fastened, he asked, “What did the ME say that got you up early in the morning?”

  “Well let me ask you something first.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Tell me how you think it went down?”

  “He beat her, she tried to run or at least turned her back, and then he shot her. Pretty cut and dry. We bagged it and tagged it and moved on to the next call.”

  “You think she fought back? Tried to defend herself”

  Reyes paused and thought for a second about the body he saw. “Ass kickin’ like that, definitely.”

  “You check under her fingernails?”

  “Now that we’re talking about it, I do remember being surprise that they looked clean.”

  “ME thought that too. That’s when he noticed small cuts on her wrists. He also found small cuts on the corner of her mouth.”

  “I know he told you what he thinks caused them, so spit it out, Kirk,” Reyes demanded.

  “He thinks she was handcuffed and gagged.”

  “Whow, that changes things a bit. What else did he say?”

  “He found trace of N2O in her system.”

  “N2O?” Reyes said in surprise. “What would nitrous oxide be doing in her system?”

  “Good question.”

  “There’s no way to know which came first, the N2O or the beating, but there’s no reason for him to give her nitrous oxide and then beat her like that.”

  “Unless,” Kirk said, prompting Reyes to reason his way through the problem.

  Reyes thought about how badly Shy was beaten. “So, she could take more of a beating. The fucker took his time and beat her slow.” Reyes took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. “Forget breakfast, Kirk. I need to have another look at the crime scene.”

  Kirk smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he said and put the key in the ignition. “We could grab something on the way.”

  “Cool. But I’ll drive. I got a feeling I’m gonna need my stuff.”

  After a quick stop for breakfast bagels and coffee, detective Kirkland and Lieutenant Reyes headed for Black’s house. They rode in silence for most of the trip, as each seemed intent on finishing their bagel before the other. Kirk finished first, a combination of Reyes having to drive and him being very hungry.

  “So, what’s your deal here Kirk?” Reyes asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “This is not your case. So, are you investigating Harris and Goodson's case to make sure they get the guy? I know how they do things. Or do you just
wanna have some part in bringing him down.”

  “Fair question. And the answer is neither.”

  “So, what’s up?”

  “When the captain first told me about it, I couldn’t believe it. Mike Black fucked around and got caught. I’ll admit it, I was a little pissed off that after all the times that I knew he did it and couldn’t prove it, he finally got sloppy and got caught. Then the captain tells me that one, he killed his wife,” Kirk counted on his fingers. “Two, he killed her in his house, and three, they caught him on the scene with the murder weapon, just waiting for the police to come. It just didn’t add up.”

  Once they were inside the house, Kirk and Reyes went straight to the kitchen. Kirk looked around the room. “Now the way it supposed to have gone was it all happened in this room. That he beat her and then shot her.” Kirk looked around the room again. “Where’s the phone?” he asked, noticing the phone jack on the wall, but no phone.

  “Evidence. We found it on the floor over there by the sink, along with some kitchen utensils and shit that was probably on the counter.”

  “Okay, so she calls 911, he caught her, ripped the phone off the wall. That stuff gets knocked on the floor somehow, then he beats her and shoots her. The call came in at ten fifty-five and the report says the first officer was on the scene at twelve minutes after eleven. That gives him seventeen minutes to handcuff, gag her, and give her nitrous oxide. Doesn’t give him much time.”

  “Maybe he beat her first, then she called, he caught her and shot her.”

  “Okay, let’s say he did. Where are the cuffs?”

  “Huh?” Reyes stopped what he was doing and looked at Kirk.

  “And whatever he gagged her with, and whatever he gave her the nitrous oxide with; I didn’t see any of it in your report.”

  “We didn’t find any of those things,” Reyes said nervously.

  “So, he disposed of all that stuff, but not the murder weapon, then he waited for the cops to get there. Didn’t happen that way.”

  “I know where you’re going with this, Kirk. We did everything by the book. We didn’t know anything about no handcuffs or N2O. We found signs of a struggle, a body and a murder weapon.”