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  “No, wait,” she whispered. Her pussy was still sensitive and still twitching and popping from that monster orgasm. “Oh God. No, Rick.”

  His tongue was already sucking and licking on her clit. Her pussy tasted good and she unwillingly began grinding into his face. When she started coming again, he didn’t let up until she forced him away.

  CHAPTER TEN

  THE NEXT LEVEL

  Houser was sitting in his office with his partners, Agents Radcliff and Parker, flanking him on his right. On his left were four FBI agents: Melissa Korn, his brother-in-law T.J. Rhodes, and Detectives Rick Brown and Bill Graveney. This was the team spearheading the WMM case.

  The room was silent because T.J. Rhodes had come and done what he said he was going to do. He had just told Houser in a way that was impossible to not understand, to back off of WMM. He had heard about the little stunt he pulled with calling the girl down to the headquarters. He couldn’t chance his two-year case getting botched at this late stage in the game. And especially not by some damn local agency like the GBI. Houser had always been jealous of him, just because he wasn’t FBI material.

  “Botched? What do you mean botched? I’ve been doing investigations when you were still wet behind the ears.” Houser’s face was beet red.

  “You want me to use another word? Are you familiar with ruined? Bundled? Fucked up? Houser, when we move in to make the arrests, I’ll be sure to extend some courtesy and make sure you guys are there. But Danny, we got it from here. You calling Miss Coles down here could have jeopardized the whole operation. We’ve been on this for too long. We—”

  “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have known anything about WMM, T.J. How dare you come into my office and discredit what me and my colleagues have done. Hell, if it wasn’t for us, your ass wouldn’t even have a case. You lazy sons of bitches!” Houser spat.

  “I’ll ignore that last comment, but Danny, we are not trying to discredit you. I was only informing you personally to fall back. The bureau has it from here. I figure I would do it informally to save you some embarrassment. Hell, you oughta thank me for that.”

  T.J. then headed towards the exit. He held out his hand, offering Radcliff a handshake. Radcliff just looked down at it. He went to Parker, and Parker did the same thing. When he stood directly in front of Houser, the GBI agent hauled back and punched T.J. square in the face, spinning him around and causing him to fall back into Detective Brown’s arms.

  Before Houser could get off another punch, Radcliff and Parker rushed over to subdue their boss, while Detectives Brown and Graveney sudued theirs.

  I don’t believe this shit, Detective Brown thought. “C’mon, Rhodes. What’s gotten into you? Y’all muthafuckas talking about how professional y’all are. I can’t tell. Why are we even wasting our time explaining shit to these punk-ass muthafuckas?” Brown asked him. “If you ask me, this was a waste of goddamned time. We run this shit. We outrank these low-level muthafuckas. He was the newest member on this team and was very rough around the edges. He had been transferred from California, where he was the ruler among his elements: gangs, drugs, drug dealers and beautiful women. And where he also almost lost his life on many different occasions. He felt that he didn’t lose his life physically, but he did lose a young lady that he actually fell in love with and he left behind a new friend who reminded him of his brother. The force faked his death just to get him transferred against his wishes. He hated the South and he hired an attorney to get him back to Cali. So far he was on his second appeal. He was fighting it because he left his mother in California, and she refused to move. Slow-ass Georgia was the last place he wanted to be. Now here this fool was getting ready to fuck up the investigation just because he didn’t like his brother-in-law. Country-ass muthafuckas.

  His thoughts went to Cali. Damn he missed the West Coast. Kyra. Why couldn’t she leave that dope fiend muthafucka alone? Why did she have to go play captain save-a-nigga? He thought about the day she had snuck away and met him at his mother’s house. He was deep inside of her looking into her eyes and was telling her how much he wanted her.

  “Kyra.” He stroked her slow and deep. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you, baby.” He felt her nails dig into his back “Rick, don’t do this now. Let me enjoy this, please.”

  He was deep inside the pussy. It was hot and moist and he had never felt like this before, not even with his wife. “Kyra, let’s go. Pack your shit and the baby and let’s go.”

  “Rick,” Kyra moaned. All she needed was to enjoy this moment and get a nutt. When she was with him she didn’t want to think about anything else.

  “Kyra.” He could feel that he was losing her. “All you gotta do is say yes.” He slid his dick out and went to sucking on her nipples.

  “Baby, no. Don’t do this right now.” Tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I need a little more time. I want to give him one more chance, like he gave me. That’s the least I can do.”

  He let her nipple go with one last kiss and rolled off her to allow what she just said to sink in.

  Kyra went that next night to save her marriage, to save her dope fiend husband and got her brains blown out.

  The killers had caught Rick, who had been following her that whole day. They caught him slipping and he was unable to save her. Next thing he knew he woke up in a trunk. He wished to this day that he was gone instead of Kyra. He couldn’t wait until the time was right to go back to Cali and kill all of those muthafuckas, including her dope fiend–ass husband.

  He led Rhodes quietly out of the building. He could hear Graveney and Korn behind him snickering. They had won the bet. They already knew that once T.J. got in there with Houser, sparks would fly. Plus the female agent, Korn, was admiring Detective Brown’s ass. He was the new kid on the block and all the women had their bets in on who would get to fuck the brother with the dreads first. He was the topic of watercooler conversation and even the white chicks were on him. The sisters were trying to play it cool but shit was getting ready to get ugly if he didn’t choose somebody soon.

  “No need to apologize,” Brown said to Rhodes as he started the car.

  “Apologize for what? Me going off has nothing to do with the investigation,” Rhodes told him.

  “The fuck it don’t! Your family in there could blow this thing intentionally if he wants to. All he has to do is gather a team and pay WMM a visit, make a phone call or send the media over there or anything. I’m sure he could get creative, if it means fucking your day up. Damn, y’all some stupid muthafuckas.” Detective Brown spoke freely, not giving a fuck.

  “He’s right, T.J.,” Graveney added.

  “Y’all know that’s bullshit. Rinaldo is not going to up and shut down his whole operation because of the media or fuckin’ GBI. His operation is too sophisticated.” T.J. started coughing. Once he started up it took him forever to stop. Rick made a mental note to get a TB test.

  “He’s right, Rick. It’s going to take a lot more than the GBI to move Rinaldo. It’s been two years. I say we go ahead and move on in, just to be sure,” Korn added. She was upset with Rhodes as well. She had been on WMM with him since day one.

  It was Tuesday morning and everyone was seated in Rinaldo’s office for his staff meeting. He and Shawn were going at it because he fined him a thousand dollars for missing work. Shawn kept telling him that he was in court for child support but Rinaldo wasn’t trying to hear it. Now he had turned his attention on Nina.

  “Well damn, Alexis, what’s the deal with you? Is it that time of the month?” Rinaldo asked and all eyes turned on her. “You look stressed and you’re very quiet. You usually have something to say, and you usually are focused at these meetings.” Rinaldo looked her over.

  “Yeah, I’m bleeding, muthafucka, so what? Are you my gynecologist now?” she snapped.

  “Well excuse the fuck out of me. I hope that bitchiness gets me some money today.” Rinaldo looked over at her and then continued with his sales meeting.

  H
e began reading some passages out of a book Michael Jordan wrote on being the best. He closed the book, set it aside and stood up.

  “All you muthafuckas need to wake up, step up and make the most of this opportunity. Every one of you has obviously gotten too comfortable. If I were y’all, I’d be pounding on these phones trying to make as much money as I could. Y’all don’t know how long this shit is going to last.”

  “What are you saying, man?” Milt wanted to know.

  “I said it! If I were y’all, I’d be trying to make as much money as I could. I mean, let’s face it. There is no place as sweet as this, where you can make this kind of money, every week and do it legally. Hell, y’all pull in more than some of these rap stars Shawn wants to be like.”

  “Y’all see that he got something personal against me, right? I’m over here minding my own business. Why you gotta always single me out, man? For your information, I ain’t tryna be no damn rap star. I’m launching a hip-hop magazine and I’m doing it with your money. Get that shit straight.”

  Rinaldo waved Shawn off. “Listen, y’all, I ain’t going nowhere, I’ma be here. But shit, I could drop dead tomorrow. Then like a flash this would be over for everybody. I’m expecting a hundred grand from every one of y’all by Friday. This meeting is adjourned.”

  He pressed the intercom button and yelled, “Deanna, you heard from Simeon yet?”

  “Not yet,” she sang.

  Rinaldo looked at his watch. “Damn. It’s nine ten. Looks like he’s on one of his crack binges. Y’all get on them phones. I’ma have to go babysit the beginning salespeople.”

  Shawn smirked. “Are you gonna fine him?”

  “Or give away his clients?” Nina chimed in.

  “I got this,” Rinaldo said as he put on his suit jacket. “Let’s go!” He held his office door open for the Platinum Sales Team. “Make a sale!” he yelled into each one of their faces as they glided past him.

  “Man, go ’head with that,” Shawn snapped.

  “You the only muthafucka that got something smart to say. And you’ll probably be the only mutherfucka that don’t make a sale,” Rinaldo screamed at Shawn.

  “Whatever, man.” Shawn nonchalantly waved him off.

  Rinaldo headed to the back of the building to babysit the beginners while Nina and Milt headed to Shawn’s office and shut the door. These three had to have a meeting.

  “You hear that shit?” Milt spoke in hushed tones.

  “Something’s up. I don’t know what the fuck it is, but something’s going down, in the Keys or here. I just know something’s up, talking about make all the money we can make. What kinda shit is that?” Shawn spoke with conviction and as if he already knew something.

  “I know the deal. But y’all can’t say shit!” Nina warned, giving both of them a serious look.

  “Spill it, girl. You should have said something,” Shawn told her. “Have us all hemmed the fuck up. What’s up?”

  “Rinaldo said if I told anybody he was going to kill me.”

  “C’mon, Nina. He told you that? He had to be joking,” Milt stated, sure that Nina was overexaggerating.

  “Joking? Ask Mr. Branson’s nephew. Rinaldo said no one or no thing is gonna come between his money. And he’s dead. Found in a wooded area of Lake Lanier strangled to death and two bullets to the dome. Don’t y’all watch the news or read the newspapers? He was just here a few weeks ago and Rinaldo took the Branson file from me and gave me specific instructions not to call him. So no, I’m not joking.”

  Both Milt and Shawn were speechless. The only sounds were the distant ringing of the phone lines in the receptionist area.

  “Damn!” Shawn finally exclaimed. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, Nina, you talkin’ about murder,” Milt said, playing the interrogator. “You have to be sure. How do you know?”

  “Cmon, y’all, the signs are pointing towards him. Y’all ignore the signs if you want to, but I got something y’all can’t ignore.” Nina stood up and placed a hand on her hip. “We’re under investigation.”

  Shawn just stared in space repeating, “I knew something was up.” But is she down with Akil?

  Milt said, “Well, I’ll be damned.”

  “Yeah… and I know because the GBI hauled me into their offices. They played tapes and the whole nine. They tried to scare me up and told me to cooperate or else.”

  “What!” Shawn stood up, knocking his chair backwards. “And you’re just now telling us? What the fuck?” He paced back and forth, slamming his fist into the palm of his other hand. “I ain’t going to prison for nobody, man.”

  “Calm down, money. Don’t jump to conclusions.” Milt made a feeble attempt at trying to calm him down. “Nina, you should have told us about this.”

  “I don’t know why the fuck y’all surprised. This ain’t exactly the post office we are working for. I’ll talk to y’all later. I hear his keys!” Nina and Milt hurried to their offices and jumped on the phones. Rinaldo unlocked his office, set some files on his desk, returned to the hallway, locked his door and began to make his rounds. He peeked in Shawn’s office, Milt’s, Pete’s, Jeff’s and Nina’s. Everyone was on the phone working as he headed back to babysitting the beginning salespeople.

  When they felt the coast was clear Nina and Milt dashed back to Shawn’s office.

  “Nina, tell us what the fuck is going on? Did you make a deal with them or what? Did they ask about me?” Shawn was up in Nina’s face trying to see if she was going to lie. She pushed him out of her face.

  “Shawn, calm down, we aren’t doing anything wrong. This is a legitimate place of business.” Milt was doing his best to assure them that they had nothing to worry about. “All we do is come to work, clock in, do our jobs, clock out and go home. On Fridays, we pick up our check. So being under investigation, I wouldn’t worry about it. We aren’t doing anything wrong.”

  “Bullshit, man!” Shawn bellowed. “These crackers paying us in cash, what you talking about a paycheck? The clients complain and shit about not getting enough gold. We make the client a business owner, even though they don’t have a business. I keep telling him he has to give the clients more. Nothing to worry about? He is so fuckin’ greedy and his greed’s gonna take all of us down. And how do the GBI know so much? Who the fuck is they anyway? That fuckin’ Jeff! I told Rinaldo, dude was hot! I felt that shit!”

  Milt and Nina couldn’t say anything.

  “We going down, y’all,” Nina concluded. “We don’t know how long they’ve been investigating, how many tapes they got, how many inside snitches are coming in here every day. And the worst part is, we can’t up and quit. We are in too deep. It’s too late to walk away. How much money y’all got saved?” When no one answered, she said, “He has us right where he wants us.”

  The next morning it was clear to everybody that Rinaldo was up to something as he herded the Platinum Pros into his office. “We are going to have to make this morning’s sales meeting quick. My crackhead sales manager is somewhere still sucking on that glass dick, so I gots to do his job again today. He took home about six grand last Friday. So I should have known then his ass would be smoking until all the money was gone. What can I say? Anyway, for yesterday, on a Monday everybody did well except for Pete. Loopy Pete, what the fuck is this baby forty-five-hundred-dollar sale? Even lazy-ass Shawn got a sale bigger than that!”

  “Can you believe this guy?” Shawn looked around the room. “See. Here he goes again. Why you gotta always use me as an example?”

  “ ’Cause you lazy, man. I expect so much more from you. You got the skills.”

  “And what’s the matter with forty-five hundred dollars?” Pete feigned shock. “It’s something.”

  “Loopy, you far away from a hundred grand. Oh, what, you forgot the goal? You’re ninety-five grand short,” Rinaldo snapped.

  “It’s only Monday, man, and watch that Loopy shit!” Pete growled.

  “Monday my ass. It’s Tuesday. You so looped you don’t
even know what day it is. Anyway, good job for the rest of the crew. I’m up front working the shit out of the beginners. I’m generating some really nice leads for y’all. But listen up. We’re about to take this to another level. Y’all down or what?” Rinaldo leaned back into his chair.

  Jeff shrugged his shoulders. Everyone else just stared blankly, anticipating what good ole Rinaldo had up his sleeves this time.

  Milt asked, “What do you mean?”

  “Well, you know how some of you have clients that are lonely, horny, bored and all that shit?”

  Nina had a frown on her face. “And?”

  “Well,” Rinaldo continued, “they’ll be able to use our services. We will be very accommodating. Of course, for a fee that is. And a very hefty one.” Rinaldo rubbed his hands together greedily. “For example, Nina. Mr. Cohen has been trying to get you to visit for how long? Well for twenty thousand dollars his dream can come true!” Rinaldo stated with conviction, obviously quite pleased with his new program.

  “What?” Nina was looking at Rinaldo as if he just sprouted another head.

  “You can finally go and see him and check out the old man behind the voice and the owner of all that money.” He was hoping to entice her to go.

  “Finally go? What the fuck are you talking about? You done really lost your mind for real now. I ain’t trying to go and see none of these fucking clients,” Nina snapped. “You got me fucked up.”

  “Why not? Twenty grand, that’s a lot of cash!” Rinaldo couldn’t believe that she wasn’t jumping for joy and embracing his new scheme as he was expecting her to.

  “Twenty grand for who? I can make more than that over the phone. Then how much of that do you keep? I ain’t no fuckin’ ho. You not about to pimp me out,” Nina rattled off.