“Black ain’t big on stories.”
“Never was.” Carter nodded his head. “Anyway … the story goes that Black and Bobby beat some gorilla pimp to death. After that, Veneshia said that by right and tradition, she and all her girls belonged to Black and she started calling him daddy.”
Rain laughed. “You bull shittin’.”
“That’s how the story goes.”
“You know I’ma call that nigga daddy next time I see him, right?”
“I know you will,” Carter said, and started to get outta the car. “You coming?”
“No. I’m just along for the ride.” Rain smiled. “Why, you need me to go with you to pop Turner?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll be right here.”
“Okay,” Carter said, glad that she was sitting this one out and hoped that she’d do the same at their next stop.
“Tell Veneshia I said hello,” Rain said, and got comfortable.
When Carter got out and went inside, he looked around for Turner. He was always there. Not seeing him, Carter was about to check the other rooms, but he saw Veneshia first, attired in a champagne lace bodice and tiered-skirt sheath dress and she was coming straight at him.
“No this ain’t Carter Garrison in my place,” Veneshia said, and hugged him.
“How are you, Veneshia?”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“Yes you are. Always have been,” Carter flirted, still looking around for Turner.
“Thank you.” Veneshia looked Carter over. “You’re looking good after your vacation.”
“Thank you.”
“Not that I’m not happy as hell to see you, but what are you doing here, Carter Garrison?”
“I’m looking for Kenard. He here?”
“He’s upstairs.”
“Take me to him,” Carter said, and Veneshia led him through the house, up the stairs and then he followed her to the room.
“He’s in there,” Veneshia said, and Carter took out his gun.
“Open it.”
Veneshia took out her keys and was about to unlock it, when the door opened, one of Veneshia’s ladies walked out and Carter walked in. Veneshia followed him in and then she closed and locked the door.
Turner was sitting on the bed buttoning his shirt. “What’s up, Carter?”
“I’m here to kill you,” Carter said, raised his weapon and shot Turner in the forehead. Then he stood over him and shot him twice more in the chest. He looked at Veneshia.
“I know. Nobody gets in here but Billy,” she said.
Carter kissed her on the cheek. “See ya.”
“Come by sometime and have a drink with me, Carter Garrison,” Veneshia said as Carter left the house and once he was back in the car with Rain, they headed for their next stop.