Me and Bobby stepped out, took aim and fire two shots a piece to the back of their heads. When the shooting stopped, I saw Nick peek his head up from the stairs. I waved him on.
“Told y’all to wait for us,” I said softly.
“Yeah, well, shit happens sometimes.”
“I’m just fuckin’ with y’all,” I said as we walked down the hall to the apartment that Michaella said Bodie was in.
As we got closer, the apartment door opened and then closed quickly. When the door opened again, a man stepped out and opened fire with a mini-14. We all took cover and I was glad that none of these mutha fuckas ever thought that it was necessary to aim their damn weapons. He fired away wildly and didn’t hit shit. We shot back as best we could until his magazine was empty. Another fact they never consider. The man looked up at us and before he could reach for another magazine, I fired twice and hit him with one to the chest and one to the head.
“Everybody all right?” Bobby asked as Nick and Jamaica emerged from cover.
When I pointed at the door, Jamaica stepped up and kicked it in. All four of us rushed in and searched the apartment. “Did you find anybody?” I asked.
“Place is empty, Mike,” Nick said.
“Fuck!” No Bodie.
“I think he got spooked when Michaella told him that we found Wes,” Bobby said.
“Yeah, whatever,” I said as we left the apartment and went down stairs. “Now we gotta find Bodie again.”
“He’s gonna go deep underground when he hears about this,” Nick said.
“I know.”
We drove back to The Late Night and dropped off Nick and Jamaica.
“What you gonna do now?” Bobby asked me.
“I guess you can take me to Michaella’s so I can pay her back for services rendered,” I told Bobby, and he drove in that direction.
Chapter Sixteen
Bobby let me out at Michaella's house and I rang the bell. I guess she really wasn’t expecting me to show because it took a while for her to answer the door. I was about to leave, when the door swung opened. I waved to Bobby, he pulled off and I went inside.
“Hello.”
“Hello, Michaella.”
She was wearing a long black nightgown. The delicate silk fabric was so sheer I could see the outline of her luscious brown skin. When she turned back to me, I saw that the triangle cups could barely hold her tits in them. It made me want to slip the thin straps off her shoulders and take one of those fat nipples that seemed like they were dying to get out into my mouth and suck them.
“Did you do what you had to do?” she asked, as she led me into her bedroom.
“Yes, I did. Thank you for what you did. And I’m sorry that I put you in that position.”
“It’s okay.”
“No, it isn’t. You could have been hurt or worst.”
She laughed a little. “You know that I didn’t think about that until I dropped you off and was on my way home. And then I thought, are you kidding? You work in a bank, sitting behind a desk, asking people what type of checking account they want to open. That was the most excitement I’ve ever had in my life. Not that I want to make a habit of doing it, but it was exciting,” Michaella said, and stepped into my arms. I kissed her lips and then kissed my way down to her neck to her sexy shoulder and bit it gently.
“Ahh,” Michaella moaned as I eased her straps off her tender shoulders slowly. When her gown fell to the floor, I took a step back to admire her body. Her breasts were full and firm; I ran my tongue along them and her nipples grew harder. I ran my fingers through her hair as she began unbuttoning my shirt. I started unbuckling my belt to take my pants off.
“Let me take those off for you,” Michaella said.
She licked and sucked my nipple while she pulled down my zipper.
“Sit down.” Michaella knelt down, took off my shoes and pulled down my pants. “That’s better,” she breathed and took my dick in her hand and stroked it.