The Reign of Rain Robinson

by Roy Glenn

  After that, Bautista was introduced to her new partner, and since his last partner was working that case off-book, Dickerson wasn’t trying to hear it. But Bautista’s wish came true when Sanchez assigned her and Dickerson to investigate the first shooting at The Four Kings. After speaking briefly to Monique, the manager of The Four Kings, Bautista went straight to J.R.'s to talk to Rain about a drive-by she hadn’t even heard about.

  And the investigation leading to the perpetrators being known members of Mobley’s crew didn’t deter Bautista from her course of action.

  “We need to find out why this drug dealer is going after Rain Robinson,” was the only thing that concerned her. And when the shooting extended to Jackie and her operation, Bautista felt vindicated.

  “You two were first on the scene?” Bautista asked when she reached the first responders and then she asked them to describe the scene in as much detail as they could recall. “Who did you talk to?”

  When the officers pointed to Darla Knight, the club’s manager, Bautista turned and looked at Dickerson and Scott. “No Ed Weather?”

  “I thought that was strange that neither he or Darius were here,” Scott said.

  “Did you talk to her?” Bautista asked.

  “I did speak with her,” Scott began. “And she said that she didn’t see anything. Said she was hiding under a table and was just overjoyed to be alive.”

  “You ask her where Ed Weather and Darius were?”

  “I did. Hadn’t seen them all night, was the load of crap she fed me. Ed and Darius were here all right. My bet is that they’re the ones who fought off and killed these guys,” Scott said, but he was wrong. Both Ed Weather and Darius Wilkerson were dead before Black, Rain and Jackie came out of the office.

  “Make finding them your top priority.”

  The three Detectives turned quickly to see that Lieutenant Sanchez was standing behind them.

  “Yes, Lieutenant,” Scott said.

  Sanchez turned to Bautista and Dickerson. “I think it’s beyond time that you two talk to Derek Mobley, don’t you, Detectives?”

  “Yes, Lieutenant,” Bautista said.

  “Yes, Lieutenant,” Dickerson said, and wished the Lieutenant would make it an order, so Bautista doesn’t run off to question Rain about it, he thought and shook his head. Dickerson believed all along that they should be talking to Mobley and putting pressure on him to give up the shooters. But Bautista was the lead on the case, so they did things her way.

  “And take a couple of units with you for back up, Bautista and that’s an order,” Sanchez added.

  “Yes, Lieutenant,” Bautista said and walked away.

  “Thank you, Lieutenant,” Dickerson said knowing that Bautista would have gone without backup if he hadn’t made it an order.

  When the Detectives arrived at Mobley’s last known address with two marked cars, there was a group of six men standing in front of the building. When the men scattered, the uniformed officers exited their vehicles.

  “Police, freeze!”

  And since that never works, the uniformed officers began to give chase.

  “Let them go! That’s not what we’re here for!” Bautista shouted, but that was when one of the men turned and fired at the officers and they returned fire.

  “Hold your fire!” she began yelling. Bautista and Dickerson drew their weapons and took cover behind a car. “Hold your fire!”

  When the shooting stopped four men, three of them unarmed, lay dead in the streets.

  “This is not good,” Dickerson said to Bautista as they stood over the bodies. “Not good at all.”

  “Come on,” Bautista said and quickly turned toward the building. The Detectives went to the apartment where Mobley was last known to have lived. Dickerson knocked on the door and both Detectives drew their weapons.

  “Police!”

  There was a long silence with no answer, so Bautista banged on the door. “Police! Open up right now!”

  “Just a minute. I’m coming,” they heard a frail voice say, and they lowered their weapons a little. When the door opened, the Detectives quickly holstered their weapons at the site of an older lady with a walker.

  “We’re sorry to bother you, ma’am,” Dickerson began. “But we’re looking for Derek Mobley. Is he here?”

  “Derek is dead,” the woman informed the Detectives.

  “We’re sorry for your loss,” Dickerson said compassionately. “Can you tell us how and when he died?” he asked.

  “You people killed my Derek.”

  “Excuse me?” Bautista questioned.

  “That’s right. You people killed my Derek forty-three years ago this March.” The confused Detectives looked at one another for a second or two. “You’re probably looking for that no good grandson of mine. I told that boy about using this address for that foolishness he’s doing.”

  “We’re sorry to have bothered you,” Bautista said.

  “You wouldn’t happen to know where we can find your grandson?” Dickerson asked as Bautista walked away.

  “I haven’t seen him, and I don’t want to,” she said and shut the door.

  Dickerson rushed to catch up with Bautista. “I know what you’re thinking. If Mobley doesn’t live here—”

  Bautista stopped and faced her partner. “Then those aren’t his men laying dead in the street.”

  “This is not good,” Dickerson said. “Not good at all.”

  Chapter Four

  Carter Garrison sat alone at Cuisine having dinner, before he went to take care of some long overdue business. Mileena had broken up with him and Carter … he was really fucked up about it. There were two things that everybody knew about Carter Garrison. One was that he hit hard; like a fucking freight train, and two was that he loved Mileena. In its own way, each defined him.

  The passion and the pain.

  Without Mileena, all that remained was the pain.

  “Don’t expect me to be here when you get back!” was what Mileena promised him on the day that Rain went missing, and he finally told Mileena that Rain had made him her consigliere. Once Rain called him from the airport and he was sure that she was safe, Carter went straight to J.R.'s and literally dragged Mileena out of the club. Carter said nothing on the way to the condo and when they got there, it wasn’t long before Mileena was naked and her ass was in the air. Carter smacked that ass a couple of times and then separated her thighs and Mileena was guiding his hot hard dick inside her.

  His deep, hard, swift pumps had her bouncing back to him as he pounded away at her, his unrelenting and prolonged pace had her tightening and releasing around him and she loved it. She always did, but it was never going to be enough for her, and she knew it.

  Carter saw the tears rolling down her cheeks, but he didn’t slow down. The way she came, shuddering and shouting his name until every muscle in his body locked up and he groaned out her name. But when Carter woke up the next morning, Mileena was gone. For the next month, Carter was at J.R.'s every night, looking for, but not finding Mileena. And when he finally did catch up with her, he’d make promises to her that they both knew he couldn’t keep and beg her to come back to him.

  It was sad to watch, but watch was exactly what Fantasy did. She watched, and she waited. With Jada’s focus being on reorganizing her New York operation, she had little time for Fantasy.

  Since Jada wasn’t going back to Nassau, that meant Fantasy could stay in the city and she planned to use that time wisely. She would have Carter Garrison, and that’s all there was to it.

  But with Mileena taking herself out of the game, Fantasy wasn’t the only one that was ready and willing to open their thighs for Carter. After Mileena left him the first time and before he went to jail, he had gotten involved with Perry’s wife, Glenda. She showed up at Roman’s Pizza one afternoon looking sexy and soon found herself bent over the desk in Carter’s office.

  The sound of him sliding in and out of her pulling her body into his, her stiff nipples bouncing agai
nst the mahogany desk made her river flow. Glenda twisting her hips, and Carter rubbing her thighs and her ass while pounding that dick in her made Glenda a regular afternoon visitor at Roman’s.

  One night, Fantasy was at J.R.'s and her milk chocolate skin looked inviting in the Bocilla leather dress that gently caressed her soft curves. Her feet were adorned with crystal suede Jimmy Choo point toe pumps and she carried a trinket coarse Jimmy Choo glitter clutch. Around her neck Fantasy wore a whirl diamond and 18k yellow gold necklace, with a matching bracelet around her wrist and a Moderne Pave diamond and18K yellow gold Penta ring on her finger; all by Carelle that Jada brought back for her from Paris. She paid more than thirty thousand dollars for the set, but Jada thought it would look nice against Fantasy’s skin.

  She had posted up at the bar, surrounded by her usual group of admirers and watching Carter walking beside Mileena begging her to come back to him. But Carter stopped talking and walking when he saw Fantasy.

  Mileena looked at Carter and then she looked to see what had captured his attention.

  That bitch.

  “Why don’t you go fuck yourself and that bitch,” Mileena said and pointed at Fantasy. “Since that’s who you really want anyway.” She looked at the way he was still looking at her. “You probably already have,” Mileena said and walked away.

  Carter stood there, watching Mileena walk away and the feeling that he had lost her for good washed over him. Fantasy watched Carter’s eyes change from desperation, to hurt and then to anger. She looked away just before he looked back at her.

  Carter looked at Fantasy, stared at her, the way she looked in the leather dress. Jada was right, that 18k yellow gold jewelry did look amazing against her skin. If he had to be honest with himself, and this was as good a time as any, Carter would have to admit that he’d wanted to fuck Fantasy since the night they met at La Chatte.

  Fantasy could feel his eyes on her, and instinctively knew that it was time to glance his way.

  Carter watched Fantasy’s beautiful eyes brighten at the acknowledgement of his presence. When she waved, puckered her lips and blew him a kiss, she watched his eyes narrow and he began coming toward her.

  Fast.

  Before she knew it, Carter was on her and he took her hand in his. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I need to talk to the lady,” and he was walking away with her.

  Carter may not have seen her, but Mileena saw him making his way through the crowd with Fantasy in hand, but Fantasy saw her. She gave Mileena the finger and tried to keep up with Carter.

  Fantasy had her limo parked outside and she had her driver take them to her suite at The Mark Hotel on East 77th Street. Once they arrived, Fantasy saw to Carter’s comfort, and then she saw to his needs. Crawling up on the bed to plant kisses across his skin, her tongue lavishing his rock-hard nipples. Her wet tongue glided down his body before wrapping her lips around the length of him and sucking him as if he were candy.

  Carter parted Fantasy’s thighs and devoured her. His licks and suckles forced sighs and screams from her lips and made her toes curl as she clutched the sheets. Before she could catch her breath, Carter was pulling Fantasy toward him. She eagerly arched her back and guided his length in her.

  “Ahh,” she sighed at the feeling of him lodged deep inside her, making her walls clench around him and staring into his intense eyes. Yeah, get this pussy.

  Carter planned to savor each and every delicious second of this ecstasy with long slow strokes as Fantasy caressed and clutched his back. Then he helped her up to her knees and put Fantasy in the position that he wanted before he eased his dick inside her. Carter grabbed her by her shoulders causing her body to speed up, pushing her hips back at him. the sound of Carter spanking her thigh made Fantasy wetter. He could feel her walls tightening and loosening around him and she felt him begin to expand inside her.

  They fucked each other harder, moving their bodies faster and harder until Fantasy screamed, “Fuck! I’m cummin’!”

  Carter grabbed her waist and his body locked while Fantasy slammed her ass into him and milked all the cum out of him.

  The one that surprised him was Yarissa. She was Mileena’s best friend, so Carter was surprised when she set it out for him. Surprised, but not shocked.

  There was that one night shortly after Yarissa was in Rain’s convoy when it was attacked, that he was at home with Mileena and Yarissa was visiting. They’d been drinking, and were talking about the car chase and her not knowing how to shoot.

  Mileena told Yarissa that Carter taught her how to shoot and then urged Carter to teach Yarissa. He unloaded his gun and handed it to Yarissa.

  “Point it at the bad guys and pull the trigger.”

  Mileena punched him lightly in the shoulder. “Get up and show her how to hold it like you did me.”

  “Yeah,” Yarissa said and bounced up from the couch when Carter got up. “What do I do?”

  Carter showed her how to stand and hold the gun, view her target and then squeeze the trigger. While he was showing her, Carter had to stand behind her to get Yarissa’s arm in the correct position and Yarissa felt his dick get hard.

  “How does that feel?” Carter asked innocently, referring to the feel of the gun in her hand.

  “It feels thick, heavy and hard,” Yarissa said softly. “But the gun feels fine.” That’s when Rain called, and Carter was glad to get outta there. But now Mileena was gone, and Yarissa brought the amazing ass he’d admired and wanted to see naked for years to his door.

  Since she came to fuck, Yarissa got naked for Carter quickly and he told her to get down on the floor. He got down on his knees and Yarissa spread her legs wider and watched him stroke himself a few times before slamming it into her.

  Before long, Carter had her legs pinned behind her ears, plunging deep and she was screaming his name. Running her fingers through her hair and mumbling incoherently about how insane the dick was and how long she’d wanted it.

  Mileena had broken up with Carter and the way he was handling it was to fuck everybody.

  But not that night, that night Carter had personal business to take care of after he finished the meal that chef Aja had prepared special for him. She’d been experimenting with Thai food and he was more than willing to be her guinea pig.

  That night she made him Kai Med Ma Muang, which was a dish that sautés chicken alongside roasted cashews, sweet soy sauce, onions, chilies, pepper, carrot and mushrooms. “Sweetened with just a dash of honey. It's a little bit tame and yet still totally Thai and simply scrumptious.”

  “I like this better than the spicy beef salad dish from last time.”

  “The Yam Nua?”

  “Yeah, that.”

  Carter thought that the chef was sexy, and he’d tried her a couple of times. Each time, Chef Aja played stupid, preferring to keep all relationships with gangsters strictly business.

  When Carter left Cuisine, he drove to the address that he had gotten earlier that day from Carla. He had been on her for months to find Damián Custodio, so he could kill him. She had provided him with several leads, some even seemed promising, but to this point, all ended with Custodio slipping away just out of reach.

  Carter arrived at the house, picked the lock and went inside. He made his way to the stairs and proceeded to the second level. When he heard the screams of passion, Carter stopped and took out his gun.

  He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as the thought that this may actually be the night that he would have his revenge settled in. Custodio had ordered that Reese be killed for fucking his wife. Now it was time to pay the check.

  Carter raised his weapon and moved quickly toward the room, surprised that he didn’t have any men at all there, but that was what Carla had promised him.

  “His men scare her, so he comes alone.”

  As he moved down the hall, Carter thought about the speech he’d planned on making before he killed Custodio. He kicked opened the door and fired twice, killing Custodio and the woman he was in bed
with. Carter turned on the lights and moved closer to the body, because he needed to be sure that he had in fact killed Custodio.

  Now that he was satisfied that he was dead, Carter looked at this watch and got out of there because he told Fantasy that he would meet her at a hotel, and he was very late. “But she’ll be all right.”

  Chapter Five

  Ramel Quincy sat looking out the window at the parking lot of his new office at Pearson Construction. When Marvin took over the company, he inserted Ramel to protect his interest in the business. Once Ramel got settled in, Marvin brought in a young construction lawyer, Ebony Maddox. After she reviewed the records that Serek kept, she had decided that she needed to bring in an accountant, Dominica Paris. She was set up in the conference room and reported that the records were a mess and she needed bodies to bring order to the chaos. Ramel took that as a sign that they needed new office space.

  “Good morning,” Ebony said when she stuck her head in the door.

  “What’s up, Ebony?” Ramel said. He thought Ebony was fine and he was interested in fucking her, but that was the case with most, if not all women. He was interested in Serek’s wife, Sataria, she was the cream of the office crop. But it didn’t take him long to realize that she was into Marvin, so he turned his attention elsewhere.

  Since he had been working there, Serek’s receptionist, Jennifer had been flirting with him. She looked good too and he was about to go at her when Ebony showed up and the day after that, Dominica began working there and she brought a team of fine-ass women, so Ramel was taking his time, weighing his options, and there were plenty of options to choose from.

  Without being asked, Ebony sat down. “How was your weekend?” she asked. Ramel intrigued her. There was a hard edge to him that she found very attractive.

  “Good. What about you?”