“Hi, baby,” Rain said sweetly.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“What happened?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you. Where you at?”
“At the house.”
“Good. I need some dick bad,” Rain said and hung up. She looked at Black and Bobby. “What? Killing niggas always makes me horny.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Black got in the car with Bobby. “What you gonna do now?” Black asked.
“I’m gonna ride out to the house. I haven’t been there in months. I just set the alarm and left for South Carolina. I had somebody checkin’ on it, but I should see for myself. You want me to take you somewhere?”
“No. I’ll ride with you.”
“Cool.”
On the way to Rockland County, Black leaned back and closed his eyes. As Bobby made the long drive to his house, Black thought about where to go from here. Right then his entire organization was in disarray. He had just spent the night cleaning up the mess and wondered if there would ever be a time when he could put all this behind him.
He thought about what Sonny Edwards had said to him earlier that night. If you wanna get out, spend the rest of your life in the islands with that gorgeous woman and your kids, then pick a winner, deal with the loser and move on. But I know that this is who you are. The shit is in your blood and retirement is the last thing on your mind.
There was a part of him and it got stronger every time Michelle climbed in his lap and said, I love you, daddy that made him think seriously about it. He was about to have another child and he wanted to be there for them. He didn’t need to be out in the streets like he had been that night, chasing down the bad guys and ending their lives. He thought about Rain. Killing niggas always makes me horny. She literally got off on that shit. Maybe it was time to put all this behind him and live the quiet life he had built in Nassau.
Quiet now that he had killed Harry Walker, that is.
He thought about CeCe. She was a gorgeous woman, a good woman, who loved him, was a great mother to Michelle and was about to give birth to what they both felt was a boy.
Mike Black Jr.
He had everything he wanted, so why did he keep coming back to this life? Well, Sonny already answered that question too. The shit is in your blood. And then there was Jada West. What to do about Jada West? How many times had he asked himself that question? The answer to that one was the easiest to answer.
Nothing.
He had resolved himself to leave that right where they both agreed it was. It was a one-time thing. What they had done together would in no way affect our business relationship. Jada was far more valuable to him as a business partner.
But that is some good pussy.
When they arrived at Bobby’s house, both men went to bed and got some rest. The following afternoon when he got up, the first thing Black did was pick up the phone and call CeCe.
“I miss you,” CeCe said when she answered the phone. “Even though I do feel better, I miss you being here with me.”
“I miss you, too.”
“When are you coming home?”
“I’ll be there tomorrow, the day after at the latest. I still got some things that I need to do here.”
“Is everything all right?”
“No, but they will be before I leave.”
“Since I know you’re not going to tell me, I won’t even ask.”