Jada also remembered Shy yelling, “Don’t get cocky!”
That was her first kill, but it certainly wasn’t her last.
She thought back to when she, Johnny, Rain and Black went to stop the Grenadines from moving a shipment through Nassau. Jada remembered lying on the ground as the last one came toward her. She raised her .380 Mustang, fired and hit him with two shots to his chest and he fell to the ground beside her, ruining her outfit.
“That’s what I get for wearing an Escada pinstriped suit and Jimmy Choo crystal-coated pumps to a gunfight,” she smiled and laughed.
But after that, killing became easier to her. When two of her women were murdered and the killers had been found, Johnny was beating the man trying to get information when Jada grew inpatient.
“This is getting us nowhere, Johnny.”
Jada put the barrel to his temple. “You will tell me what I want to know. And you are going to tell me now.”
When he told Jada that she wasn’t going to shoot because she needed him alive, she promptly informed him that she actually didn’t need him and pulled the trigger.
Then Jada looked down and saw the blood splatter on her five thousand-dollar Akris outfit. She shook her head in disgust and shot him again. When Johnny asked why she did that, her response was simple.
“For getting blood on my dress.”
Jada had become a cold-blooded killer just like the people that she surrounded herself with. But in that, she realized something. Being cold-blooded is necessary, necessary to survive.
When her cell phone rang, Jada bounced up from the couch and rushed to answer it. “Hello.”
“It’s Carmen.”
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Everything is fine. I just left the police station.”
“So they didn’t charge you with murder?”
“No. It was looking like they were going to for a while there. And he said that he still had questions. So, I don’t know.” Carmen paused. “The detective kept going back to the same point over and over.”
“What was that?”
“Why I shot him.”
“Because he had just killed two people,” Jada said excitedly. The knowledge that Carmen still could be charged for a murder that she committed was unsettling.
“He says that since he was shot in the back of the head, that he was leaving the scene, therefore I was in no apparent danger.”
“I see.”
“I’ve got to go to a meeting at the station with my lawyer so we can talk about this with management.”
“I understand.”
“I’ll call you later,” Carmen said.
“Thanks for calling and letting me know that you’re all right. I was worried about you.”
“I’m fine for the time being, Jada, but I gotta go,” Carmen said, and she ended the call.
Secure in the knowledge that
Carmen was all right, Jada took a long hot bath, put on a La Perla silk nightgown and got in bed.
Chapter Six