“Desire?” inserted Doe. “They not as established as Niya. We need Niya.” Doe was still thinking about the promise he had made to his wife.
“And those fucks at AMG refuse to budge, huh?” asked Reece, voice laced with contempt.
“Yep.”
“Okay, so who’s in charge of her contract?”
“Directly? John Meyers, but everything is cleared through Linda Swansen,” Doe answered.
“All right, and you’ve tried everything you’re willing to try?”
“Yeah.” That was a rhetorical question.
“And we really need her?”
“Yeah.”
“A’ight. So you’re giving me permission to try things my way?” Reece inferred.
Amin wasn’t having it. “Nah, hold up. This ain’t no street gang. This is a legitimate business organization—”
“That you can’t handle, Mr. Business Manager,” Reece interrupted. “I own a big share of this company. So, I gotta pull my weight, too. Let’s see if you understand this: I must exercise due diligence to receive the best possible return on my investment.” Reece was no one’s fool.
Hulk had something to say. “I’m with Reece on this one. I mean if you’ve tried everything and we still don’t have her, it can’t hurt for Reece to try.” Hulk wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he thought it feasible to let Reece try.
Amin’s reluctance showed on his face, as did Qwess’s. Amin’s reluctance was speculative. Qwess’s was factual. Qwess knew that Reece would stop at nothing to bring Niya over to the label. Truthfully, Qwess felt that that type of ambition was needed. Therefore, he said nothing, which was tantamount to agreeing.
“Well, it’s settled, then. Given me some more details, and a few days and things should be taken care of,” stated Reece, commandeering the conversation. No one said anything. Doe coughed up the details, and the meeting was adjourned shortly thereafter.
Before Reece left, Qwess cautioned him. “Be careful.”
Reece bust out laughing and slammed the door.
Chapter 12
Two weeks after the fateful meeting with ABP, John Meyers was sitting at his desk finishing up some paperwork when ambition and determination came to pay him a visit in the form of three burly men. He was so immersed in his work he didn’t notice the intruders until a meaty hand slammed into his desktop.
“We need to talk!” Samson demanded.
“Wha-wha, who are you? And how did you get past my security?” Meyers stammered.
“That’s not important. This is!” Samson thrust a piece of paper on his desk. Meyers read it. It was a severance contract relieving Niya of all her responsibilities to AMG.
“Ah, no. I know what this is about. You tell Amin he can’t scare us,” Meyers insisted, shaking his head vigorously. “Mrs. Diaz is obligated to us for two more albums—at least—so don’t come in here with scare tactics thinking that’s going to change things.”
Samson couldn’t believe his ears. This scrawny pseudo-man was attempting to defy him.
“Muthafucka!” Samson struck like lightning, snatching John Meyers up from behind the desk, dragging him to the middle of the office floor.
“I ain’t asking you to do shit! I’m telling you. To refuse me is to refuse your life!”
Samson gave Chabo the nod, and Chabo came down hard across Meyers’s back with his wooden baseball bat.
CRACK!
“Ahhh!” Meyers screamed.
Samson snatched him up off the ground into a full nelson and positioned him in front of Gil. Gil began raining blows into Meyers’s midsection, then cuffed him with a stern left hook to the jaw. Blood spewed onto the ivory carpet. Samson released him, and he crumpled onto the floor wheezing and pouring blood onto the floor from his mouth.
Samson snatched him up by his neck and held him in the air. “You think you tough, motherfucker? Huh? I’m gonna teach you a lesson!”
Samson hurled Meyers into the air. He crashed into the wall, shattering a platinum plaque. No sooner than he hit the floor Samson was on him again, raining blows on him. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and dragged him to the desk.
“Now sign this fucking paper,” Samson snarled.
“Argh god!” Meyers gargled through the blood pouring from his mouth. “What are you doing?!”
Samson smiled. “This . . . is Crew business.” Samson booted him in the gut with his steel-toed boot. “Now listen . . .”
* * *
Destiny opened the door for Reece wearing a green lace teddy and kitten heels. The ensemble accentuated her healthy thighs so deliciously Reece couldn’t keep his eyes off of them.
It had been a long time coming, but Reece’s plans were finally coming to fruition. Prince was with Doe and Niya for the weekend, leaving Reece and Destiny alone. Reece had had to court Destiny all over again in order to regain her trust. Talk about paradoxes. In any event, Reece did what he had to do to get done what needed to be done. Now he was being thoroughly seduced. The best part about the seduction was that Reece held the actual climax in his possession.
Destiny led Reece through the house straight into her bedroom, where candles surrounded her bed.
“Damn, I feel like I’m being sacrificed or something,” Reece joked.
“Ummm, maybe you are,” Destiny purred.
Reece began kissing her deeply, luxuriating in the taste of Destiny’s saliva mixed with the faintest hint of alcohol. Destiny returned Reece’s kisses with equal intensity. Reece palmed Destiny’s shapely ass, letting his fingers slide through the crack. He allowed his middle finger to explore shamelessly. Reece felt moisture on his fingertip so he dove his middle finger southward to the source of the wetness. When he found Destiny’s eager hole, he began to finger fuck her softly, all the while kissing her passionately.
“I want you so bad,” Destiny pleaded. “Please don’t stop!”
* * *
Lisa Ivory walked into her palatial loft overlooking the Pacific and was greeted by a surprise. Pink roses engulfed the room, arrayed in beautiful bouquets placed strategically throughout the room. To her left, a trail of Hershey’s kisses started and continued to lead all the way up on her stairs. Lisa was curious and a little afraid initially. Then she remembered the wink her security guard at the gate gave her when she drove through. He wasn’t flirting. He was hinting.
Lisa ascended the steps slowly. She picked up one of the Hershey’s and popped it in her mouth. Uh, how she loved chocolate!
When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard someone in her bathroom. She crept past her bed over to the closed door and put her ear to the door. She heard nothing, but she smelled a strong chocolate scent. Lisa slowly turned the knob. When the door opened, she saw Qwess in a tub full of chocolate. His entire body was coated with fine milk chocolate.
“Surprise!” he greeted confidently.
“What are you doing?” Lisa demanded.
“Well, you said you like chocolate.” Qwess spread his arms, presenting himself. “Here it is—in the flesh.”
Lisa eyed him approvingly from head to torso. She bit her bottom lip, contemplating her next move.
“Stand up,” she commanded.
Qwess did. Lisa took one look at his double-chocolate-coated penis and said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
* * *
Samson gave John Meyers one last chance to help himself.
“Nigga, if you don’t do right this time, we gon’ kill yo’ punk ass!” he promised.
John Meyers pulled himself up on his elbows to his desk. His right leg was broken at the knee courtesy of the baseball bat wielding of Chabo. Meyers’s face was swollen on the right side. That was Gil’s doing. His ankle was broken so badly, his left foot was almost facing the other way. He was lucky, because Samson had tried to break the entire foot off.
Despite this, Meyers still attempted to hold strong. That was, until Samson started to slowly slice his ear off. Samson wasn’t a quarter of the
way down before Meyers relented and agreed to call Linda Swansen and make the deal.
* * *
Reece and Destiny were lost in the throes of passion. They were making love missionary-style. An R. Kelly CD bumped profusely, setting the tone as Reece plunged his manhood deeper and deeper into Destiny’s hot wet vagina. Just as Destiny was about to climax, Reece snatched his pipe out of her and immediately started eating her out. He took her clit into his mouth, sucking it ever so gently. Destiny cooed with pleasure. While Reece sucked on Destiny’s clit, he steadily pulled his two fingers in and out of her. When Destiny was about to cum, Reece stopped long enough to look at her face.
Destiny was glowing like a midsummer day’s sun. Reece flipped Destiny over on her stomach and planted a trail of kisses down her spine. He kissed both of her soft cheeks, then parted them with his long tongue. Reece ran his tongue between her cheeks just to the entryway of her asshole, paused briefly, then started licking it, too. He parted her cheeks wider before burying his tongue deep into her asshole.
Destiny couldn’t take it anymore. She bucked violently, half escaping Reece and half surrendering herself to him. Reece gripped her tighter so she couldn’t move. Destiny wailed out a primal scream as her juices gushed out like a water faucet. Insensitive to Destiny’s feelings, Reece slammed her face into the bed so that her ass jutted into the air. He scooted up closer to her and entered her doggie style, commencing to pound her savagely.
* * *
“Oh, that feels so good!” Lisa panted. She had discarded her clothes and now lay in the tub of chocolate with Qwess sucking her toes.
Qwess dipped Lisa’s left foot into the tub then pulled it back up toward his face. Chocolate dripped off her big toe into the tub. The chocolate contrasted with Lisa’s light skin, making her foot resemble a vanilla cone with fudge topping. Qwess kissed her little toe affectionately, followed by the rest of them. Next, he started with the little toe again. This time he slid his tongue between the little toe and the one next to it, eyeing Lisa the entire time.
Lisa was struggling to keep her narrow eyes open. When Qwess stuck her big toe in his mouth, Lisa lost the battle. She allowed herself to luxuriate in ecstasy, nearly climaxing from the expert toe-sucking alone.
Lisa had no intention of sleeping with Qwess so early in their courtship. She had heard of his reputation as a notorious playboy, and she refused to be a notch on his belt. However, a favor this good deserved one in return. So Lisa retrieved her foot from Qwess’s mouth and began stroking his semi-erect penis. Once it was fully erect, Lisa dipped her hands in chocolate, dousing Qwess’s penis. Then she methodically began licking it off, teasing the underside of Qwess’s member with her tongue ring. Suddenly, she gulped Qwess’s entire dick into her mouth, causing Qwess to suck in air. Lisa sucked and pulled while playing with Qwess’s balls, attempting to take him there.
Qwess pulled Lisa up from his lower torso to kiss her deeply. He could read the passion in her eyes before he led her around one more time. This time instead of pulling her up, Qwess spun her around so her head was southward, and her beautiful snatch sat right in his face. Lisa continued to suck while Qwess sucked chocolate out of every inch of her lower area.
* * *
John Meyers replaced the phone into its cradle weakly. Samson placed the paper in front of him to sign.
“Sign it, you cocksucker,” ordered Samson. Meyers did as instructed. Finally, he was broken. “Next time don’t try to save someone who don’t care about you. That bitch boss of yours didn’t even offer to come assist you when she knew something wasn’t right.”
Samson looked to Chabo and Gil, who stood on either side of Meyers in their menacing killer-black uniforms. Abduction and extortion were their specialty, so they were right in their element.
“Ees that it?” Chabo asked.
“Yeah. Mission accomplished,” Samson answered, wiping his mouth.
Chabo reached into his cargo pocket to retrieve the same tranquilizer potion that had been administered to John Meyers’s security. He grabbed Meyers’ arm and injected the solution. Meyers’s body went limp immediately.
Simultaneously, Samson’s cell phone rang. Samson looked at the clock on the phone screen, then read the number. He knew exactly who was calling.
“Come on, brothers. We got another stop to make.”
The clock read 12:30, half past midnight.
* * *
Destiny lay asleep in Reece’s arms with her head on his chest. The candles had burned completely down to the wicks, leaving a spooky light in the room. The mood fitted Reece’s thoughts. As Reece looked down on Destiny, he almost regretted what he was about to do.
Almost.
He thought back on his years of incarceration and the tremendous amount of face he had lost in the sight of his comrades. He recalled nights when he lay alone in his cell and anxiety crept up on him and threatened to claim him. He relived those memories in real time. The memories reinforced his decision.
Reece’s phone rang. He reached over the bed to retrieve it out of his pocket while scooping the other thing as well. Reece saw the five-minute warning etched on the screen. So he woke Destiny up.
“Hey, hey, wake up.” Reece smacked Destiny lightly until she awoke.
“What? What’s up, baby?” Destiny croaked.
“Remember when you told me, if you could, you would do my time for me?”
Destiny was confused. “W-what are you talking about?”
“You remember? You wrote me saying that.”
“Yes. Yes, I remember. Let’s leave the past in the past, baby.” Destiny kissed Reece. Recce returned it, but said, “Okay, we will, but there is one thing first.”
“What?”
“You gotta get your chance to do my time.”
Destiny wiped her eyes and looked at the clock on the nightstand. “What are you talking about, baby?”
“You said that if you could, you would do my time for me. Right?”
“Reece, baby, let’s leave the past in the past,” Destiny whispered. She laid her head back on the silk pillowcase.
“We will, but first you have to do my time.”
Reece gulped and closed his eyes. He whispered, “I love you.”
Then he hit Destiny with the tranquilizer.
* * *
Samson pulled the Range Rover onto the curb right in front of Destiny’s house.
“Wait here. I’ll be back,” he ordered as he jumped out, leaving the truck running.
By the time he reached the door, Reece was there with it wide open.
“Come on. Hurry up!” Reece ushered Samson in the room where Destiny lay sprawled on the bed in sweat pants. “Help me find her shoes.”
“Fuck her shoes! Let’s roll.”
When Reece turned around, Samson had Destiny slung over his huge shoulder and was barreling out the door. Reece followed.
Once outside, Chabo jumped in the driver’s seat while Reece and Samson jumped in back with Destiny. Gil left his post in the street to jump in the passenger side.
The truck eased off into the night as quickly as it came on a rendezvous with retribution.
* * *
Qwess rested peacefully in Lisa’s California king–size bed, which dominated the entire second floor of her loft.
After the bathtub session of sucking, he and Lisa showered together to wash the chocolate off before taking the show to the bed. Qwess ravaged Lisa’s body so well that at times she felt as if she was being blessed by a sex god. The way he navigated her body left her mesmerized.
Now, she also rested peacefully beside him completing the spoon. Every now and then she would reach behind herself to play with Qwess’s flaccid penis and giggle like a schoolgirl.
Both Qwess and Lisa were languishing in a post-sex afterglow when Qwess’s phone began ringing incessantly. They ignored it at first, but it kept ringing and ringing.
“You might need to answer that to tell your other paramours that I have locks on you
for the weekend,” Lisa joked tenderly.
Qwess was feeling beside himself. Lisa Ivory had him wide open. He had never experienced anything like this in his life! She had him gone. He picked up the phone from the nightstand, recognizing the East Coast number, and told Lisa, “Here, why don’t you tell her.”
Lisa accepted the phone, moved her grizzled braid from her ear, and spoke very exaggeratingly chic-like, “Hell-o.”
“You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch! You are going to so pay for this!!”
Lisa passed Qwess the phone. “I think it’s for you.”
Qwess put the received to his ear and was assaulted by the high-pitched screaming of Linda Swansen.
“Ho, ho, ho.”
“Ho, my ass, you black bastard! You think you can get away with this? Do you? You just wait. You’re gonna regret the day you ever heard of me.”
“Wait!” Qwess screamed. “What’s this all about?”
Linda crowed sadistically. “Oh, you don’t know, do you? Sure you don’t. Well, I’ll tell you what, you fucker! You can have the little half-breed whore on your label. I’ll see to it that she’s blacklisted all over this industry. And the police will be paying you a visit. Ooh, I can’t believe this shit! You’re gonna pay, I tell ya. You just wait. I’m gonna have—”
Qwess clicked off the phone while Linda was still talking. He sighed heavily.
Lisa stroked his waves. “What’s that all about?” she asked.
Qwess sighed again. “I gotta go back east.”
Chapter 13
By the time Qwess touched down at Charleston International Airport, the news was all over the wire:
Music Executive Beaten within Inches of Death over Contract Dispute . . . More at noon.
All televisions were displaying the same headline throughout the airport. When Qwess reached the curb, a limo awaited him. The chauffeur opened the door for him. Just as Qwess was about to get in back, he heard a distinctive horn blow. He looked up to see Doe in his Bentley Azure, with the top dropped. A little boy was strapped into the back seat. Qwess paid the chauffeur the requisite fee and a healthy tip for cancelling, then jetted to the Bentley.
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