No More Tears In The End ambs-7

by Roy Glenn

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.”

  I looked at Rain. Her hair was a mess and she had no makeup on. Since I ripped it open the night before, she had tied her blouse in the front, and her nipples were pressing against the material.

  “I mean you tore the buttons of this shirt, and I came out of my bra and panties before we left my apartment.”

  I looked at the clock on the dash. “I could do that.” It was the least I could do under the circumstances.

  We drove to Cross County Mall and since I hate shopping, I took a seat on a bench and told Rain to go on without me. “But don’t take too long.”

  “I know, you got someplace to be,” Rain said and walked off.

  As soon as she was out of sight, I took out my phone and called Wanda. Thankfully, she didn’t ask me any questions that I had to lie about. She said that she missed me and that Kevon was looking for me earlier.

  “I talked to him. I gotta meet Black at Cuisine in about an hour.”

  “I gotta go, but I was hoping that you could make some time for me tonight.”

  “Sounds good. But let me see what Black wants before I say yes or no.”

  “He wants to talk to you about Charles Watson. I checked it out like you asked and Mike is interested.”

  “Then I’d say I’m probably gonna be busy tonight.”

  “I understand that, but you gotta sleep sometime. Come by when you’re done. I need to see you. I mean, I really need to see you. I gotta go now, Nick, but come over tonight. It doesn’t matter what time,” Wanda said and hung up the phone.

  I put my phone back in my pocket and thought about Wanda and what I had done with Rain the night before. Right or wrong, I had no regret about having sex with Rain. We both got what we wanted, and from the way we went at it, it was what we both needed.

  The question was what now? What was gonna happen with me and Rain? I could drop her off wherever she wanted to be dropped off and be done with it.

  The thing was, I liked Rain, enjoyed being with her, enjoyed sittin’ around talkin’ shit with her. I had to laugh though, ’cause every time we’ve been together we’ve killed somebody. And maybe that was part of the attraction.

  Since I was out here with time to kill, I went by Bath amp; Body Works. Mrs. Phillips told me that Zakiya used to work there, so I went in hoping to learn something that would help me find her killer.

  After talking with her manager, I went and reclaimed my spot of the bench. Like everybody else, her manager had nothing but high praise for Zakiya. What a wonderful person she was; a hardworking, dependable employee. That was Zakiya. But she was only working there part-time. Whoever Nice N. Slow was, he had money. All useful information, but moved me no closer to my objective.

  It was over an hour later when Rain came walking up.

  “How do I look?”

  She was wearing a black sleeveless dress and heels to match. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her face was made up.

  “You look very nice.” She really did.

  “You like this dress? It’s an Anne Klein taffeta dress.”

  “I like it,” I said and started for the car. “It looks good on you.”

  “Sorry it took me so long, but I had to do something with my hair and get some make up.”

  “I understand,” I said as I got in the car, but I didn’t. I have never understood why it takes women so long to shop. “Where you want me to drop you off?”

  “In a hurry to get rid of me now, huh?”

  “I’m not in a hurry to get rid of you,” I promised, but I was ready for her to go.

  “I know you got some place you gotta be, so you can take me back to the club.”

  “Cool,” I said and drove off in that direction.

  On the way there my phone rang. I looked at the display; it was Kevon calling.

  “Hello.”

  “Black here over an hour waiting for you. How long ’fore you reach?”

  “I’ll be there fifteen minutes.” I hung up the phone and looked at Rain. “I need to get to this meeting-”

  “I’m in no hurry. I got no place to be. Go on and handle your business. I hear the food is good there and I’m hungry. You can’t fuck me all night and not feed me. What kinda bitch you think I am?” Rain said with a smile.

  “The kind that ain’t thought nothin’ about food while she was up fuckin’ all night.”

  “You’re right. But right now, you ain’t fuckin’ me, so I’m hungry. So unless you plannin’ on pullin’ this XLR over and goin’ up in me, you need to just go on to you’re meeting. You talk to Black and I’ll eat.”

  I was kind of reluctant to take Rain with me on the off chance that Wanda might be there. I thought about telling Rain how to play it in case she was, but I decided to tackle that when it came up.

  It was after four when we got to Cuisine. They weren’t open yet, but I told Rain I’d see if there was somebody there that could fix something for her. “You have a seat at the bar and try not to shoot anybody.”

  “Very funny. You get them to feed me or it might be you I kill,” Rain said as I walked away from her.

  Black was seated at a table near the bar and I made my way to him. On the way, I stopped Lexi, the manager, and asked her to take care of Rain. When I got to the table, Kevon got up and walked away.

  “I was gonna ask where you been, but I see,” Black said when I sat down.

  “Sorry. I left my phone in the car. What’s up?”

  Black told me about Angelo and his visit to Cuisine the night before. I was surprised. Not by Angelo’s request. It was a smart move on his part. The right move at the right time. No, what surprised me was that Black was even considering it.

  We kicked it back and forth for awhile, each of us running through hypothetical situations. At the end, we both agreed that each hypothetical always ended the same way: In jail or dead.

  “I ain’t goin’ to jail, Nick. We already got enough problems with the DEA without this. Last thing we need right now is them crawling all over us again.”

  “So what are you gonna tell Angelo?”

  “I been thinking about that. How I can give Angee what he wants without actually doin’ shit.”


  I laughed. “How you plan on doin’ that?”

  “I’m gonna get him and Stark together and then I’m gonna tell him that I would offer advice and counsel to Stark as a personal favor to him. But for reasons that I know he understands, I can’t go any further than that.”

  “You think that will satisfy him?”

  “As long as I can get Stark to do business and as long as I can control him. But for that to work, you gotta be my guarantee. You gotta make sure that nothing we do touches that. We can’t have our hands dirty in none of that.”

  “I’ll stay on top of it.”

  “I haven’t said anything about this to Wanda. But she was there when Angelo came to Cuisine, so she knows something’s up. She wasn’t happy with the answer I gave her, so she’ll be coming at you. But she doesn’t need to know anything about this.”

  “Understood.”

  “Everything else all right?” Black asked.

  “Yeah, everything else is fine.”

  “I want you to go ahead and take care of that thing with Watson we discussed.”

  “Wanda mentioned that you did. It’s already in motion.”

  “Who’s your friend?”

  “Rain Robinson.”

  “So that’s Rain Robinson. She looks like her daddy,” Black observed.

  “Yeah, I noticed. I saw a picture of her mother and she definitely looks like her father.”

  “Barbara Robinson.”

  “You knew her?”

  “No, just heard the stories.”

  “What stories?”

  “One of the great thug mysteries of all time: Who killed Barbara Robinson? You never heard this story?”

  “No.”

  “The story goes that Barbara used to fuck around with a low-rent pimp named Eddie Mars. Then JR comes along, falls hard for her, and sweeps her off her feet. They get married like a couple of months later. But the word was that Barbara was still in love with Eddie and was still fuckin’ him-fucked him on her wedding day. But anyway, Barbara gets pregnant. Now when the baby is born JR goes crazy ’cause the kid doesn’t look anything like him.”

  “Miles looks like his mother.”

  “Well, JR is convinced that the baby looks like Eddie, and he beats Barbara’s ass at the hospital and goes after Eddie.”

  “Did he kill him?”

  “No. They fired a few shots at each other and after that, Eddie just stayed out of JR’s way. Next thing you know, Barbara is pregnant again. So when your girl is born, JR is cool ’cause she looks just like him. Everything is cool for awhile, but JR starts hearin’ that Barbara is seeing Eddie behind his back again. Couple of day’s later, cops find Barbara and Eddie dead at a motel. Murder-suicide. She shot him twice: once in the dick and once in the chest. Then she shot herself. But the word was that JR followed them to that motel and killed them both.”

  “It’s just like the man said; two-faced woman and a jealous man.”

  “Cause of the trouble since the world began,” Black said finishing the line from the James Brown song then stood up. “I gotta get outta here.” He looked in Rain’s direction and sat back down. “Look, Nick, I know this is none of my business, and far be it for me to tell you who to lay the pipe to. Especially when I’m fuckin’ every woman with a fat-ass and big titties I run into. Just don’t hurt Wanda.” Black stood up again.

  “I won’t.”

  I introduced Black to Rain and walked with him as he left Cuisine. Since I was hungry, I went back inside and joined Rain for a meal. I would drop her off after I was full.

  Chapter 30

  I went in the kitchen and had the cook make me a porterhouse steak, medium, smothered in onions and mushrooms. While I ate, I talked to Rain, but mostly I thought about what I was gonna do to Charles Watson and how I would do it. When I finished eating, I thought about Freeze. I could use him for what I had planned.

  “You’re kind of quiet,” Rain said. “What you thinkin’ about?”

  “I gotta do something tonight. Something me and Freeze woulda handled.”

  “You miss your road dog. I know how that feels.”

  I looked at Rain. “Yeah, I guess you do. Your road dog’s in jail.” Maybe that was part of the attraction. We needed each other.

  “Right.”

  We left Cuisine and I headed in the direction of JR’s. “Tell me about your dog. What he go down for?”

  “His name is Jarreau, but everybody calls him Jay Easy. He got cracked over some stupid shit. Me and him just got through takin’ care of a problem, you understand. When we split up, I gave him the guns ’cause they was both hot, and told him to get rid of them. But before he got to do it, decides he needs to stop and get some cigarettes. When he leaves the store, he gets pulled over. Cops search the car, find the guns. Guns got bodies on them. Jay Easy goes down for murder.”

  “Over a pack of cigarettes?”

  “Over a pack of cigarettes. You know that nigga quit smokin’ after that.” Rain laughed. “But the nigga stood tall; never said a word about me being with him.”

  “That’s how you got around to using me.”

  “Shit, I think we make a good team.”

  I hated to admit it, but she was right, so I told her. “Yeah, we do.”

  “In more ways than one,” Rain said and pushed her lips out at me.

  “I been there for you; I been your road dog. Time for you to return the favor.”

  “What you want me to do?” Rain asked eagerly.

  I explained to Rain what was going on and how I wanted the night to go. She moaned when I told her what I wanted her to do.

  On the way there we stopped on Fordham Road. I told Rain that we needed to buy a black scarf, some big dark sunglasses, some leather gloves, and a big purse. “Why?”

  “’Cause I don’t need them knowing who you are. None of this needs to link you to me. A black scarf ’cause it will go with that sexy dress. We need the purse to carry the hardware.”

  Rain smiled. “You wearing a mask?”

  “No, I want them to know who I am.”

  We arrived at the Watson house and waited for the lady of the house to get there. It was a big five-bedroom house in a nice neighborhood.

  I parked the car down the street, but close enough to see the house. “Come on. Bring the purse,” I said and got out.

  I went around to the trunk and opened it. Then I took the panel out of the back. I handed a gun to Rain. “Bersa Thunder.380 compact pistol, semi-automatic; single or double action, 3.5 inch barrel, seven-round capacity. Start with that.”

  “Sweet,” Rain said and put one in the chamber. I put the rest of we’d need in the purse and closed the panel. I handed the purse to Rain. “That’s not too heavy is it?”

  “No,” Rain said and flexed her muscle.

  We got back in the car and watched the house. While we waited, Rain found creative ways to pass the time. I looked at the clock.

  “She should be here soon.”

  “What’s she drivin’?”

  “Silver C class Benz. Two-thirty I believe.”

  “Coming down the street right now.”

  We watched Watson’s wife go inside the house.

  “Give her some time to get settled,” I told Rain and she began tying the scarf around her head. When nothing but her round face was showing, Rain put on the sunglasses.

  “How do I look?”

  “Famous. Can you see?”

  “See enough to do what I gotta do. You ready?”

  “I’m right behind you.”

  We put on our gloves, Rain got out of the car and we made the short walk to the house. While I stood off to the side, Rain rang the bell. When the door opened, Rain smiled. “Mrs. Watson?”

  “Yes.”

  Rain shoved the.380 under her chin. “Step inside. And do it quietly. If you scream I will kill you right now and not give a fuck.” She backed Mrs. Watson in the house. I looked around and closed the door behind us.

  When I got in th
e house, Rain had Mrs. Watson backed up against the wall and had the gun to her head. “I don’t have much money here,” she said.

  “Do I look like I came here for money? You say anymore dumb shit like that I swear I’ll put a bullet in your eye. Understand?”

  “Yes,” Mrs. Watson said quietly.

  “Understand!” Rain yelled.

  “Yes!” Mrs. Watson yelled back and she began to cry.

  “Now go in the living room and sit down.”

  Rain walked Mrs. Watson into the living room and I followed quietly behind them. She shoved her into a chair, while I took a seat on the couch. Rain put the purse on the coffee table in front of me. I made sure Mrs. Watson was looking at me before I opened the bag slowly. I took out a Kel-Tec PLR-16 semi-automatic pistol: single action, 223 Remington caliber shells, 9.2-inch barrel, with ten-round capacity. I put the magazine in and set it down on the coffee table in front of me.

  Then I took out a Smith amp; Wesson 1911.45 pistol, with a black and silver finish and handed it to Rain.

  “Thank you,” she said and returned her attention to Mrs. Watson. “Do you wanna die tonight?” Rain asked and pointed the gun at her head.

  “No.”

  “It’s a good day to die, so if you do, tell me now.”

  “No, no. I don’t want to die,” she said shaking head and the tears began to flow again.

  “Good. The only way to keep me from killin’ you is to do exactly what I say. Understand me?”

  “Yes.”

  “You be a good girl and do what I say and you might live through the night. But I gotta tell you, there’s more to it then just you.” Rain picked up the phone. “See, you’re gonna call your husband and tell him anything, but get him to come home right away. When he gets here, I need him to be a good boy, so it’s up to you to make sure he does. Of course that ain’t always the easiest thing in the world ’cause you know how boys get? They gotta man up, you know. Act all tough and shit. Beatin’ their chest, you know what I’m sayin’. Let their balls hang,” Rain said and laughed. Mrs. Watson cracked a smile too.

  “But that’s the wrong thing for him to do. ’Cause you see, that shit will get both of y’all killed. The last thing you see will be your husband gettin’ two to the head before I shoot you. So you need to convince him that he needs to pay attention. Listen very carefully to what is being told to him and make the right decision. Okay?”