ROXY KNEW THAT Sue Rabbit was going through a tough time grieving the death of Guru. So she took off and let Nicole, her assistant manager, run the restaurant. She wanted to be by Sue Rabbit’s side like a real woman was supposed to do when her man was down.
They had just finished making love for the umpteenth time that day, and Roxy felt that it was time to inform Sue of the wonderful news that she had been keeping to herself for a month straight. Roxy climbed on top of Sue Rabbit and straddled him while looking into his eyes. She kissed him and then smiled at him. He knew the look well that something was on her mind.
“What’s the grin for?” Sue Rabbit asked.
“Trayvon, how much do you love me?”
“I love you more than words could explain, Roxy,” Sue said, choking back tears.
“Don’t worry, baby. Let them fall,” Roxy said to him while he was wiping his tears away.
“I know you love me, Trayvon. Now it’s time to love us,” Roxy said.
“I do love us, baby,” Sue Rabbit replied.
“No, baby. Not me and you. I want you to love us!” Roxy said as she grabbed Sue Rabbit’s hand and placed it on her stomach. “We’ve made a creation, and I want us to be one big happy family. This is just number one.”
“Are you serious, baby?” Sue Rabbit asked excitedly as he tightly hugged Roxy.
“Yes, baby. I’m serious,” Roxy said as she kissed him repeatedly.
Sue Rabbit flipped Roxy onto her back and slowly entered her wet pussy.
“Mmm!” Roxy moaned out, wrapping her legs around Sue Rabbit’s back. “I love you, Trayvon,” she exclaimed as Sue Rabbit thrust in and out of her love box.
“I love you too, baby. I want a baby boy.”
“No, I want a girl!” Roxy exclaimed.
“No, a boy!” Sue Rabbit said as he plunged deeper inside.
“Uhhh shit!”
“A boy, I say!”
“No, a girl!” Roxy moaned.
“Twins!”
“Yes, baby! Twins!” Roxy agreed.
“I love you, baby,” Sue Rabbit whispered into Roxy’s ear as he started sucking on her ear and neck.
“Mmmmm! I love you too, daddy!” Roxy purred.
Damn! I’m about to be a father. Smooth, like it or not, homie, I got to give up the game, Sue Rabbit thought while making love to Roxy.
Together, Sue and Roxy came to their climax and held each other until their climax subsided.
“Give me a minute!” Sue Rabbit said.
Sue Rabbit got out of the bed naked as Roxy watched him walk to the closet. She watched him dig into the pocket of a pair of jeans that were hanging on a cloth hanger on the rack. He returned to bed holding a black velvet box.
“Baby! I know I’ve told you that I’m leaving this game alone, and I mean it. From seeing my homie get killed to Smooth being set up, that’s all the game has to offer. It takes the smart, wise, prudent—all of the above—to get you and then get out. I dropped a whole football team of women for you. Roxy, a man like me who could drop the game for a better life deserves a wife. And I’m asking you, Roxy Morrine Preston, to be my wife!”
“Oh my gosh!” Roxy exclaimed, covering her mouth with both hands trembling when Sue Rabbit showed her the big diamond and platinum ring.
The ring has to be worth a quarter million dollars! If not, then close to it! Roxy thought, completely awestruck.
“Will you marry me, Roxy?”
“Yes, Trayvon!” Roxy choked on her tears. “I will marry you.”
Sue Rabbit removed the ring from the box, grabbed her trembling hand, and slid the ring onto her finger.
“I love you, woman, and I refuse to let these streets take me from you,” Sue Rabbit professed as he kissed her hand like a king would to his queen.
“I love you too,” Roxy replied with so much emotion in her voice.
* * *
When Agent Jones got the urgent call to report to the Metro-Dade County Jail to meet with an inmate who had information but wished to remain anonymous, she hurried and got over to the jail. She had no idea who the inmate was or what information he was willing to give up.
When she entered the investigation unit of the jail, she met with Captain Baldwin, who she had known for many years. He thought she was the strongest black woman he had ever met. He was a white man in his mid-fifties, who stood six four and weighed 205 pounds, and he had a thing for black women.
“Nice day, Jones,” Captain Baldwin said as he escorted her down the hallway that led to the interview room, where the inmate sat at the table with his head down.
“He wrote an inmate request form and asked to speak with a captain. I came to investigate the problem, and he asked for you,” Captain Baldwin briefed Jones outside the interview room.
When Agent Jones took a look inside at the inmate, who now had his head up, she smiled after identifying him.
The big ones always break! Agent Jones thought.
“Thanks, Baldwin. I really appreciate you getting in contact with me,” Agent Jones said with a smile on her face.
“You’re always welcome, Jones. I’ll be close by in the booth, recording for you,” Baldwin said as he walked off.
When Agent Jones looked back into the interview room, the inmate’s head was back down in his hands on the table. Once she entered the room, the inmate looked up, and Jones could see his eyes, bloodshot from crying. She was accustomed to seeing inmates break, so it didn’t bother her to see someone crying.
“Mr. Corey Nelson. I never thought that it would be you in a million years,” Jones spoke as she took a seat at the table.
“Yeah, well it’s true!”
“Wait a minute! Before I speak with you, I have to inform you of your constitutional rights,” Jones said as she read him his Miranda rights.
When she was done, she asked him if he understood his rights, and he agreed that he did. It was a protocol that had to be followed for evidence to stick against a witness or suspect in court.
“So tell me, Nelson, what are we here for?” Agent Jones
asked him.
“I know who Smooth is,” Big Mitch informed Jones.
It took all the strength and training techniques she’d learned for Jones to bridle her excitement.
“So you personally know who Smooth is?” Jones asked while jotting down information on her yellow notepad.
“Yeah, I know that pussy muthafucka!” Big Mitch said, with so much hatred in his voice. “His name is Donavan Johnson.”
After Big Mitch learned that China and Sue Rabbit had slumped all his workers, he wanted revenge. Five of the workers were Big Mitch’s cousins, and now he wanted Smooth and everyone involved to pay for it.
“So how are you acquainted with Donavan, Nelson?” Agent Jones began.
“Listen, lady! Before I tell you anything else, I want to get this clear. I’m not giving this information for nothing. I need to walk them streets again. I’m thirty-seven and got a fifteen-year-old daughter who needs me.”
“And I understand that, Nelson. You know if my office can help you, then we will,” Jones told him as he began to chuckle.
“See, woman, I don’t know shit about your office. I never dealt with you people. Let’s not forget that you people sent me to prison at eighteen years old. We have never gotten along!” he replied.
“Okay, that’s in the past. What are you looking for now?”
“I’m looking to get the fuck out of here for giving y’all who you’ve been looking for. I’m not like everyone else. Like I said, I know the boss personally,” Big Mitch informed.
“Do you know where we can find him?” Jones asked.
“Of course I know where to find him. But like I said, until we come to an agreement, I don’t know who the fuck y’all talking about,” Big Mitch said as he crossed his arms.
He knew what he was doing was a coward move that could get him killed, but he had to free himself and get to Smooth’s bitch. Money was another name on his list who he wanted to get. He was told by one of Sue Rabbit’s lieutenants that Money helped set up the slaughter trap where his cousins were killed.
“Mr. Nelson, could you give me a day to get with my superiors to discuss a deal?” Agent Jones asked.
“Take a week if you want. Just remember that I’m not disclosing his location until y’all talking right,” Big Mitch reiterated.
“Okay, Mr. Nelson. I will be in contact with you in a day or so. Pretty much, you’ll get this deal once I voice it. Just don’t make me look bad,” Agent Jones said as she gathered her things to leave.
“Work your magic, and I’ll do my part,” Big Mitch told her as she made it to the door.
“Okay, Nelson. Like I said, give me a day or so,” Jones said as she departed from the room with a smile on her face.
Agent Jones walked into the booth where Captain Baldwin was awaiting her with three of Donavan Johnson’s juvenile mug shots.
“Recognize your man?” Captain Baldwin asked Jones, who immediately laid eyes on the man called Smooth, who everyone knew to be the boss.
“Yeah, that’s him. Is there an address?”
“His last address was a foster home, but that was years ago.”
“I see you still have your touch, Captain Baldwin.”
“Agent Jones, I’ve been in this field just as long as you have. Catching criminals will never get old for me. No matter where I’m at.”
“Thanks. Well, I have to go see what deal I can bring Mr. Nelson.”
“Make sure you exhaust all of your resources first. He slipped up when he gave you his name, and I think he knows that,” Baldwin said.
“Let’s pray that he did slip up. You know what I mean?”
“Exactly!” Captain Baldwin replied.
* * *
The news of Meka’s death had Ham paranoid. It seemed that everybody who was close to him was falling dead. They were all murdered, and something in his gut told him that the man suspected of killing Banga had something to do with killing Meka. Ham just knew that he was next on the list to die.
But who killed Tina and took our baby? Ham wanted to know.
He was stuck in his bedroom smoking his crack, and all the lights were out. He was waiting for his turn to die. If it was not tonight, Ham thought he’d have a chance to go get his enemy and supplier.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Who’s there?” Ham shouted as he grabbed his Glock .40 at the sound of knocking.
Ham stood near the door of his bedroom and walked to the front door with his gun in his hand. Without checking the peephole, Ham opened the door and regretted it the moment he saw his visitor. Ham put his hand behind his back to hide the gun.
“Hamilton, you smell like a kilo of fucking crack, son. Do we need to place you in rehab, or are you just stressing?” Sgt. Running Man said to Ham, whose eyes were bloodshot red.
“I’m okay, man. Someone killed my cousin,” Ham said.
“That’s exactly why I’m here to talk with you about it, Hamilton. Do you know who could have done this to her?” Running Man asked.
“I have no clue, sir.”
“What about Tina Scott? Can you tell her to come to the door?” the sergeant said.
Ham’s eyes shot wide open from panic and fear of the sergeant discovering Tina’s remains in the freezer.
“Is something wrong?” Running Man asked Ham, who looked like he had just seen a ghost.
“Tina . . . Tina . . . Tina?” Ham stuttered. “She’s not home.”
“What? Is she somewhere inside, just as high as you are?”
“No! She’s not here, Sergeant,” Ham said, trying to straighten up.
“Back up, Hamilton,” Sgt. Running Man ordered, sensing that Ham was lying to him.
The sergeant artistically removed his Glock .21 and flashlight and aimed it at Ham’s chest.
“I’ma tell you one more time, Hamilton! Back the fuck up before I blow your damn head off!”
“Sergeant, I don’t want no problems! I have my gun in my hand, sir. Please don’t shoot me,” Ham begged.
“Drop the gun asshole!”
Ham did as he was ordered and then put his hands in the air.
“Sergeant, I don’t want no problems! Tina’s not here with me no more,” Ham informed Running Man.
“Boy, if you didn’t have a job to do, I would have had your ass in a box somewhere!” the sergeant told him.
“I know, sir. I’m just trying to be in my own world,” Ham said.
Sgt. Running Man reached down and picked up Ham’s gun. He released the clip and let it fall to the floor, and then he tossed the gun across the living room floor. He then shined his light into the dark kitchen, which made Ham even more nervous. The sergeant looked around the kitchen and then took a tour of the apartment, with Ham on his heels. Like Ham had told him, Tina was nowhere to be found.
The bitch isn’t here for real, Sgt. Running Man thought.
“Get this place cleaned up, Hamilton! When your kid comes, DES could take him away. You don’t want that to happen,” Sgt. Running Man told Ham as he walked toward the front door to make his exit.
“I will, sir. Today I will do it,” Ham replied, happy to see Sgt. Running Man leaving.
“And do me a favor. Don’t let me catch you high again, and get rid of that gun. I need you to be clean for court. Don’t make me look bad, or I’ll have you rotting in prison,” the sergeant promised.
“I got you, sir. I will straighten up!”
“See you around, Hamilton,” Sgt. Running Man said as he walked out to his unmarked SUV, never noticing the black SUV parked a couple apartments down and the man watching his every move.
“Snitching-ass nigga!” Tic said as he pulled off, after Sgt. Running Man drove out of the apartment complex.
* * *
It was bothering China that she hadn’t heard from Smooth all day. She had missed his calls in the morning, and she had been waiting for a call ever since. Once ten o’clock came around, she knew that the inmates would be locking down. At twelve o’clock, China waited for Spencer to arrive, and he showed up one minute later. She then hopped inside the stolen Dodge Ram pickup truck with him.
It was forty-five minutes later when Spencer pulled up to the trap house on 12th Street in Little Haiti. The house was active, and a television could be heard and seen illuminating the living room.
“Give me ten minutes once I’m inside,” China said to Spencer.
“Okay.”
China pulled down her mini jersey dress, grabbed her Prada purse, and then exited the truck. China walked up to the house in which she knew only four men were inside. Any more than that would be unexpected.
China climbed the steps and then listened attentively for any signs of surprises. She had purposely approached the Jamaican named JoJo earlier and gotten him to agree to a late-night visit, but only if the cash was right. She specifically told him that she wanted a four-man setup for $3,200. The deal was sealed.
China knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. When the door opened, she saw that it was JoJo, who was smoking a phat kush blunt.
“I’ve been waiting on you, mami!” JoJo said as he blew smoke in China’s face.
“I’m sure you have. Can I come in?”
“Come on, beautiful. The others are asleep. How about me and you go first?”
“That’s not part of the deal. And if that’s the case, I’ll go and give your money back. I know what I came here for. There’s plenty of niggas who know how to pay for the pussy,” China said with an attitude.
“Feisty mami. Just how me like it!” JoJo said as he ran his hands down China’s hips and ass.
“Come upstairs,” JoJo said and then led the way.
When they got upstairs, JoJo led China to a master bedroom and let her get comfortable.
“Anything to drink?”
“Yeah. Jamaican nut all down my throat!” China replied.
“Damn, mami! Let me get the rest!” JoJo said as he walked out of the room.
When he arrived with the rest of his team, the room was completely dark.
“She likes the kinky shit, mon!” one of them said.
JoJo tried to flick on the light in the room but got no illumination, because China had removed the light bulb. The room was too dark for any of them to see China aiming her two Glock .40s at them.
“You four snitched on Stone, man?” China shouted.
“This bitch is crazy, mon!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
China squeezed the trigger of both Glocks, hitting the four Jamaicans in their torsos and faces. JoJo was lucky to escape the face shots and was still breathing when China walked up on him.
“Stone told me to tell you, suck his dick and welcome to hell!” China said to JoJo as she squeezed off two shots to his face.
China ran back into the room and grabbed her purse off the bed. She then ran downstairs, leaving the chilling scene behind her.
Stone’s worries are now taken care of, China thought as she hopped back inside the Dodge Ram.
“That’s good timing,” Spencer complimented China.
“What if I was a minute later?” she asked.
“Then I would have come to get the Jamaican men off of you,” Spencer replied.
“That’s why I like you, Spencer. I can really count on you.”
“The same here,” Spencer responded sincerely.
They rode to China’s house in silence. China realized that Spencer was like her in a lot of ways. After a murder, silence was needed to replay every detail. It was the fun part to China and Spencer. If not replaying all the details, they were planning their next kill. When Spencer made it to the house, China felt the need to offer him a drink.
“Do you want to come inside for a drink?”
“Nah, sorry. I gotta get rid of this truck,” Spencer said.
“I understand,” China replied as she exited the truck and headed inside.