The Reign of Rain Robinson

by Roy Glenn

  Conversations was the dance club that was run by Jackie Washington. Like Ed Weather at Paradise Fish and Chicken, Jackie had suffered heavy losses when Conversations was hit by DP’s people. That night, Jackie was the intended target, but when she broke her usual pattern and left the club with Baby Chris, the hit team shot up the club and told Kwame Coleman that they missed her.

  Rain and Carter had gone there for the same purpose, to talk to her about rebuilding her crew. The rebuilding of the dance club wasn’t complete, but gambling and prostitution were still open for business.

  Rain and Carter entered the building and made their way up to the office, but when they arrived, Baby Chris told them that Jackie wasn’t there. What he didn’t say was that he hadn’t seen her in two days.

  “You know where she is?” Rain asked.

  “No, Rain, I don’t,” Baby Chris lied.

  “What about Travis?”

  “I don’t know where he is either,” Baby Chris lied again. He knew where Jackie and Travis were, or at least he knew where they were earlier that day when she called him.

  “When you talk to her, let her know that I need to see her,” Rain said and left the office with Carter. Baby Chris relaxed and was glad that they left before he had to tell Rain anymore lies.

  Since the shooting stopped, Jackie hadn’t been focused on business either. She and Travis were at The Plaza on 5th Avenue, an upscale hotel on Manhattan’s upper east side with Fiona, one of Simone’s women that Flip had kidnapped.

  It began the night Jada West came to Conversations to report that Flip had kidnapped some of Simone’s women. When Jackie and Baby Chris went to rescue the women and deal with Flip, Jackie met Fiona. She was wearing a red Johanna Ortiz Maloka ruffled, one-shoulder dress that could barely hold all of her in.

  Jackie’s eyes feasted on Fiona’s deep chocolate skin and those succulent breasts that were begging to be released from the dress, imagining the possibilities, and knew that she wanted the beauty.

  At the time, she was involved in a somewhat complicated relationship with Travis, Angel and Avonte, so when Fiona asked, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

  Jackie replied, “Maybe another time.”

  But when the shooting started, Angel and Avonte abruptly said that they had grown tired of the arrangement and decided that it would be fun to take a road trip across America.

  That same night that they torched one of the Petty’s gambling spots, Jackie and Travis checked into The Ellington Park Suite. Jackie called Simone and invited Fiona to join them. When Fiona arrived at the suite, Travis let her in wearing just his pants.

  “Good evening, Mr. Burns,” she said softly and touched his chest. “My name is Fiona. May I come in?”

  “Of course, you can come in.”

  “Thank you,” she said and sauntered into the room looking stunning in the Roland Mouret Brattle one-shoulder dress that she was wearing. Travis escorted her into the living room of the suite where Jackie was reclining on the couch.

  “Hello, Fiona.” Jackie was wearing a silk chemise that hit her mid-thigh. The sexy design was revealing, with the bodice of it cupping her breasts through the sheer netting, her hard nipples pressing against the fabric. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Fiona,” Jackie said, and ran her tongue over her lips because Fiona looked delicious.

  “It’s a pleasure to see you again, as well, Ms. Washington.”

  Travis sat down next to Jackie. “You were right,” Travis said to her. “Fiona, you are amazing.”

  “Thank you, Mr. Burns.”

  “You can call me Travis.”

  “I will do just that, Travis. Now please,” Fiona said sweetly. “Tell me, is there anything that I can do for you?”

  “Can you dance?”

  “I can. And very well, I might add.”

  “Dance for us, Fiona. Slowly,” Jackie instructed.

  “As you wish, Ms. Washington,” Fiona said and began to dance without music. Her movements were slow and seductive, and Travis’ hand drifted to Jackie’s bare thigh as he watched.

  “Take off your clothes, Fiona,” Travis requested.

  “I would be happy to, Travis.”

  “But do it slowly.”

  “Whatever you desire, Travis,” Fiona said, and she very slowly and seductively undressed before them. Seducing them with her eyes, her sexy voice and her body that she revealed to them excruciatingly and agonizingly slow. By the time she was naked, Jackie had removed Travis’s dick from his pants and was stroking it. Two of his fingers were easing in and out of her.

  “Come here, Fiona. I wanna watch you suck his dick,” Jackie commanded.

  “It would be my absolute pleasure, Ms. Washington,” Fiona said.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Travis said as Fiona slowly drifted to the couch.

  She sat down next to him and began gliding her hand up and down his dick, ran her tongue along the sides of his shaft before taking him into her mouth while Jackie watched and massaged her clit. While Fiona continued working her tongue along the length of his dick, Jackie stood up and came around to the other side of the couch.

  “Get on your knees, Fiona.” Jackie said,

  Fiona stopped sucking. “Whatever you say, Ms. Washington,” she said, but never stopped stroking Travis while she did as Jackie asked and moved to the floor.

  Once she was where Jackie wanted her to be, Fiona took Travis to the back of her throat once again, while Jackie lay down on the floor, scooted between Fiona’s legs and began pleasuring her. Jackie pulled her lips apart and gently flicked at her clit.

  “Suck the shit outta it,” Travis closed his eyes and said.

  While Fiona continued to make Travis’s head spin, she grinded her clit against Jackie’s face and she worked her lips and tongue against Fiona’s engorged clit. Her fingers were gliding against Fiona’s spot and Jackie was curling her fingers just right. The stimulating sensation radiated throughout Fiona’s body, and it caused her to suck faster and stroke harder.

  Travis opened his eyes wide, grabbed the couch and began to squirm; every muscle in his body tightened. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, his mouth opened slowly, and Travis knew that he was getting ready to blow a hole in the back of Fiona’s throat.

  “Get up, Fiona,” Travis heard Jackie say, and he looked at her like she had lost her mind. Fiona immediately stopped sucking and got up from the floor smiling, because she knew where she had Travis. Jackie looked at Travis as she came toward the couch.

  “What?”

  “I was about to cum.”

  “Sorry.” Jackie sat down next to Travis, spread her legs and patted her mound. “Come here, Fiona. Make me cum.”

  “Like she was about to make me,” Travis said.

  “Come out those pants and bring it here. I’ll make you cum,” Jackie said, and her walls began clenching as Fiona slowly ran her tongue up her slit and then lingered at her clit. While Jackie attempted to finish Travis off, Fiona’s tongue made circles around and then flickered back and forth across her clit. Then Fiona lifted her head.

  “You are so beautiful, Ms. Washington. And you taste so good,” she said softly and buried her head between Jackie’s thighs.

  Fiona licked her fingers, parted Jackie’s lips with her tongue and then eased her fingers in. She used her wet tongue to suck Jackie’s clit and penetrated her with her fingers slowly until her body started to tremble, and she had to stop blowing Travis.

  “Fuck!” Jackie screamed and felt a wave that rushed over her entire body.

  “Put it in my ass, Travis,” Fiona said, and Travis’s eyes opened wide.

  As big of a freak as Jackie was, her ass was off limits. And since Angel and Avonte weren’t into anal either, Travis had plenty of pussy, but no ass. He very quickly pulled away from Jackie’s mouth, moved behind Fiona, spread her cheeks and entered her with a smile. Fiona was in no way finished with Jackie. She gently spread Jackie’s shaking thighs and went back to work on he
r.

  Jackie and Travis were in heaven. He was all up in Fiona and she was pushing it back at him hard. She was alternating between flicking her tongue back and forth across Jackie’s clit, and sucking her lips.

  “Oh, shit!” Jackie screamed like a banshee when she came again.

  “Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!” Fiona chanted as Travis grabbed her hips and slammed his body into her harder.

  Fiona came, Travis didn’t, but he didn’t care and the three of them haven’t left that room since.

  Simone didn’t care either, because Fiona was on the clock. A fact that wasn’t lost on Jackie and Travis each afternoon when the courier arrived to pick up Simone’s money. Family was family, but this was business. Fiona had them turned out, but she was expensive.

  “And worth every penny,” Travis said.

  “I agree, but we can’t keep on paying Simone out the ass like this,” Jackie said, and Travis agreed. But one thing they knew for certain, they were keeping Fiona.

  Fuck Simone, and Jada West.

  Therefore, needless to say, Jackie wasn’t going to be much help to Rain. At least not for the next couple of days.

  Chapter Nine

  Rain and Carter walked back to his car and got in. They drove away from Conversations talking about taking some earners from Doc since his crew was unaffected by DP’s play and giving them to Ed Weather to rebuild his crew. Then Carter asked Rain where she wanted to go.

  Her response was, “You’re driving.”

  When Carter explained that he wanted to go check out Mar Y Tierra to see if Damián Custodio, the head of El Decreto de Guerra, was there. He ordered the hit that killed Reese and injured Smoke and Geno. He and Chao Hassan had been going by there every once and a while.

  “You know, just to see,” Carter said, and Rain laughed.

  “You’re driving.”

  When they got there, Rain and Carter walked in the front door, looked around for a second or two and then headed toward the bar to get a drink. Since Carter had been there a few times, it had been no big deal, but the first time, that wasn’t the case. In addition to the stares that he and Hassan received, the bartender claimed not to speak English, so Carter ordered their drinks in Spanish. Since then, he and Hassan have been coming there, having a few drinks unnoticed, like any other customer. But …

  “There’s something different tonight,” Carter said as they got to the bar.

  “What’s different?” Rain asked as she leaned against the bar.

  “Look around,” Carter suggested.

  Rain straightened up and scanned the room. “We do seem to be the center of attention.”

  “And that is not good for us,” Carter said as he made eye contact with the bartender. When he looked away, Carter was sure that something was not only different that night, but whatever it was, they would find out soon.

  “You think that means he’s here?”

  “I think someone knows we’re here.”

  “What you wanna do?” Rain asked, but before Carter had a chance to answer, two men came out of the back of the club, took aim and opened fire at them. Some of the people in the bar hit the floor, while others took cover under the tables.

  Rain and Carter returned fire on them as they ran for cover along with the rest of the customers. Once they found cover, they kept firing as two more men in the front of the club opened fire with automatic weapons and sprayed the bar with bullets. Now both exits were cut off.

  “I think we should get outta here,” Carter yelled over the sounds of gunfire.

  “What?”

  “You asked me what I wanted to do. I said, I think we should get outta here,” Carter said with a straight face and then he and Rain both laughed.

  “You stupid. But you’re right, we gotta get outta here,” Rain said and readied her weapons.

  She and Carter fired back and then quickly took cover, as all four shooters continued firing at them.

  “We need to separate,” Rain said and reloaded her guns. “I’ll move around to the two at the front. When I get set, I’ll take out one and you get the other.”

  “Right,” Carter said and hoped that it actually went the way Rain planned.

  “Cover me,” Rain yelled, and Carter rose up enough to fire at the shooters. He emptied the clip, but it gave Rain enough cover and time to crawl along the floor, so she could make it to a spot where she could get a clear shot at the shooters.

  When she did, Rain stood up and hit one with two shots to the chest. When the man went down, Carter took aim and shot another one of the shooters and quickly took cover. The remaining two shooters began firing at Rain and Carter.

  Rain shot back and then made her way back to Carter, while he kept firing to cover her. Now that the front of the bar was cleared, and Rain had made it back to where he was, she and Carter opened fire on the shooters and then moved to better cover in one of the booths near the front of the club. Just then, Carter saw Damián Custodio running toward the front exit.

  “There he is!” Carter yelled, fired a few shots, stood up and went after him. Rain stood up firing and ran after Carter as the men kept firing at them.

  Once he got outside, Carter saw Damián Custodio running down the street and he went after him, firing shots as he ran.

  Rain burst through the doors and looked around for Carter. She saw him running down the street and started after him just as the last two shooters came out of the club and began firing at her. She took cover behind a car and returned fire. Rain raised her weapons and fired blindly at the shooters. They continued to fire in Rain’s direction.

  She stood up, fired and hit one of the shooters with several rounds. Rain dropped down, but she came right back up firing and hit the last shooter. Then she ran off to try and catch up with Carter, reloading as she ran down the street.

  Carter ran as fast as he could after Damián Custodio, firing shots as he ran, and made a mental note to cut down on the oatmeal raisin cookies. Custodio stopped, turned and fired a couple of shots at Carter, before he took off again and rounded the corner. Carter returned fire, but when he rounded the corner, Custodio was nowhere in sight.

  “Fuck!” Carter yelled and kicked a nearby garbage can.

  Meanwhile, Rain was running to catch up with Carter when she heard gunshots coming from behind her. She looked back and could see two men running to catch up with her. Rain stopped, turned, let go with both guns, turned and started running again in one fluid move. She didn’t hit anything, mostly because her pursuers were too far away, but for Rain, that was good because her pursuers couldn’t hit her either.

  For a brief second or two, she considered shooting it out with them, but she had to check on Carter. So, Rain kept running and her pursuers, who hadn’t figured out that she was out of range, kept firing at her.

  As she approached the corner, she saw Carter running toward her and then he stopped. He had heard the shots and was coming to help Rain. When he saw the men chasing her, he stepped into the shadows and waited.

  Fuck is he doing? Rain questioned as she ran. But she figured that he had a plan that she hoped worked as she ran by him. Carter watched as Rain ran by him and readied his gun. When her pursuers ran by him, Carter stepped out and fired twice and hit each in the back.

  “Rain!” Carter yelled, and she stopped running and came back to him.

  “I guess you lost him, huh?” she asked when she got to him.

  “Yeah. I couldn’t catch up with him.” Carter patted his stomach. “Getting fat and slow.”

  Rain just looked at him. “Nigga, please,” she said and started walking back to his car. “When you start getting fat, I’ll let you know.”

  When they got back to J.R.’s, both thought that they needed a drink, so they went inside and went to the bar. The boss of The Family and her new consigliere sat in the empty club for the next hour before they left.

  It was six thirty-seven in the morning when he got to the condo that he shared with Mileena. When he went in the
bedroom to take off his clothes and get in bed, Mileena was already fast asleep on her side.

  It hadn’t been a good night for her. Not that there were any problems at the club, things actually ran smoothly for a change. What made the night hard for her is that she felt neglected because it seemed that Carter had time for everybody that night but her.

  Mileena told Demi to run the club while she went to the office and got drunk with Yarrisa. And when the club closed, instead of waiting around until everything was done, she once again told Demi to handle it and Mileena went home. She got in bed, alone again, and thought that this was not what she expected when she let Carter back in her world.

  And then Black had to go and make him a captain, Mileena thought. But even in that, this is not what I expected.

  When Carter told Mileena that Black had made him a captain, her expectation was that he would be a captain like Howard, Sherman, Cynt and Doc. They never did any of the heavy lifting in The Family. Those were tasks that were delegated to soldiers, like Carter was for Howard. He would call anytime, day or night, and Carter would leave to go do whatever he needed.

  That was what she was expecting of Carter as captain; that he would send his soldiers to handle The Family business and come back and report to him when it was done. But that was not the case.

  And I should have known better.

  The boss of The Family was Rain Robinson, and in the time that Mileena had known and worked for her, she had come to know that Rain can’t keep still.

  Rain Robinson has to be right in the middle of the action. Howard, Sherman, Cynt and Doc represented the old guard. The new captains, Jackie, Ed Weather and Carter were a completely different breed, Mileena thought. Perfect captains for the action junkie boss of The Family.

  Since she had been drinking with Yarrisa, Mileena’s head spun a little when she laid down and tried to go to sleep. The words, this is not what I expected, rolling around in her mind.

  Carter got undressed and since neither of them liked sleeping with clothes on, when he pulled back the covers and saw that she was naked, he eased in bed next to her. He paused to admire her ass and of course, just the sight of it made Carter want to be inside her. Since they’ve been together, Mileena and Carter have always had an understanding about sex.