Out of Control

“That don’t mean nothing. Somebody is settin’ me up, Rain, I ain’t have nothing to do with it!” Grant yelled proclaiming his innocence. “I know we had our differences, but I swear on my mama’s grave, I ain’t have shit to do with what happened to Nick.”

“Then tell me who did?”

“I don’t know nothing about it!”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” Rain said and stood up. She aimed the pump at Grant’s head. “And I hate a fuckin’ liar,” she said and pulled the trigger. “Go get the gas can.”

When Memphis returned with the gas, Rain had him pour half of it around the room and over the bodies. Then took what was left and poured it out around the outside of the building. She returned to the Suburban and got the bottles she’d filled with gas and stuck a dishtowel soaked with gas in each one. Rain lit the towel and threw it inside and watched as the room caught fire before she walked outside and threw the three other bottles at the building.

Rain walked slowly back to the Suburban and got her blonde wig out of her bag. She put it on and turned to her men as a crowd began to form to watch the fire. “Y’all get outta here. I’ll be all right.”

Chris Toney started to argue with her but he knew it would do no good. They got in their vehicles and left Rain standing there. Once they were gone, Rain blended into the crowd and watched as the firemen arrived and put out the fire. After the fire was extinguished, the firemen went in and eventually came out with five body bags.

Rain had hoped Wanda would show up there so she could put one in her head, but she never did. It didn’t matter.

“It’s your move now, bitch,” Rain said and walked away.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Nassau, Bahamas

Four days had passed since Harry sent word that he was willing to accept their offer and he still hadn’t heard from either Black or Jamaica. It had been quiet and during that time, business had picked up a bit. Harry and Deidra were in their office talking about how strange they thought it was that they hadn’t been contacted. “Just don’t make no sense. None of Jamaica’s men have come tell me nothing,” Harry said.

“I know. And that’s odd ’cause before they killed Dexter they were in here causing trouble every night. Now we get nothing,” Deidra added.

“I would have, at the very least, expected them to send somebody to carry me to this Mike Black.”

“Yeah, so did I.” Deidra was confused and she looked away. At least that’s what she was told.

“What you think we should do, Deidra?”

Deidra looked back at Harry like he was crazy. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Absolutely nothing. We are going to act like none of this ever happened until somebody tells us different.”

“I think I should go round to see him at The Grill.”

“No, Harry, that’s exactly the wrong thing to do. What? Now all of a sudden you in a rush to give them our money? ’Cause I damn sure ain’t in no hurry.”

“It’s not right to make a man wait,” Harry said. He had sacrificed his pride just to make the deal. He thought making him wait was just to further humiliate him.

“Right or wrong, that’s just what were gonna do. We’re gonna sit right here and wait. When they’re ready to get this money they’ll be around. Besides, now that Jamaica’s men ain’t out harassing them, last couple of days, girls been bringin’ in more money. Not like they was, but its better.” She got up and put her arms around Harry. “It’s gonna be all right.”

“I hope so, Deidra. I hope so.”

It would have done Harry no good to go to The Grill looking for Black. He was spending the evening in the company of Jada West at Paraíso. That was the name of the place Black bought for Jada to operate out of. When Jada arrived on the island with eight beautiful women ready to apply their trade, Black knew that he had to get Jada a place that was worthy of both the talent she brought with her and the clientele he knew he could attract.

The day after she got there, Black and Jada were out looking at properties. “You look very nice today, Ms. West,” Black said as he helped Jada in the car.

“Why thank you, Mr. Black.” Jada was wearing a Carolina Herrera Italian Silk Faille off-the-shoulder boat neckline dress with three-quarter sleeves and wide pleated ruffles with Jimmy Choo marble suede and mesh stiletto sandals. They’d been at it for a couple of days and had seen some that they thought were promising and with a little work, would meet their needs. That’s when Jada met Jason Carroll, a local agent. He took them to a five-acre water front estate in the heart of Cable Beach. The minute they saw it, they looked at each other and knew they had found what they were looking for.

“This stunning property has a three-bedroom main house, a two-bedroom beach cottage, a three-bedroom gate house and a two-bedroom garden cottage,” Jason told them as they drove toward the main house and parked. Black got out and went around to open Jada’s door. She held out her hand and Black helped her out.

Jada looked around. “This is beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t i