So, Carter was fucked up about it. You couldn’t tell it to see or talk to him, but on the inside, losing Mileena again was tearing him apart. When Carter would get to J.R.’, he’d go in, look around for Mileena, knowing that she was there but not being able to find her.
And when he’d ask other employees, “Have you seen her?” The answer would always lead him on a wild goose chase that would never lead to him seeing, much less talking to Mileena, so he stopped asking. Carter would eventually end up in the office with Rain. She always had something that they needed to handle right away and that kept his mind off Mileena.
Doing the work. Delivering pain.
Although he didn’t see Mileena, he did see Fantasy. She blew him a kiss when she saw him and waved him over. Knowing that Fantasy was one of Mileena’s sore spots, he avoided her like she had a contagious disease. But Fantasy wasn’t the only one making herself available to him. Yarissa’s once flirtatious and thinly veiled comments were gone, and she made it plain to Carter that she would set it out for him anytime he wanted it. Since Yarissa sat outside Rain’s office, she was harder to avoid. So, when he got to J.R.’s, what Carter found was that night was no different from the last.
“Where you been?” Rain asked when Carter shut the door.
“Had something I needed to do with Chao,” Carter said.
“Well come on, we got shit to do.”
“We always do,” Carter said and followed Rain out of the office.
“If you hear from Jackie, you make sure you call me,” Rain said as she passed Yarissa’s desk.
“I will.”
“See ya, Yarissa,” Carter said as he passed.
“Bye, Carter,” she said sweetly. “See you when you get back.”
Rain laughed as they went down the stairs. “You gonna end up fuckin’ her.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are. Yarissa big ass gonna make you take that pussy,” Rain said as she burst through the door into the club. “And if she don’t, that one there will,” she said and pointed at Fantasy who had posted up in a spot where Carter would see her when he came out of the office. “Especially that one.”
“You’re wrong. I am not the least bit interested in Fantasy,” Carter lied.
“Nigga, please, you need to get somewhere with that bullshit you talkin’. Fantasy is sexy as fuck,” Rain said and laughed. “I see the way you look at her. And she be giving you that will you please come and fuck me now, Mr. Garrison look,” she said, imitating the way Fantasy spoke. “And you be looking at her like you wanna rip that two-thousand-dollar dress off her ass, bend her over and fuck the shit outta her.” Rain paused. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you,” Carter said when they got outside of J.R.’s. He stopped and faced her. “You’re wrong,” Carter lied because that was exactly what he wanted to do every time he saw her because Fantasy was drop-dead gorgeous.
“Whatever, nigga,” Rain said and unlocked her car.
“Where we going?”
“We’re going to take care of an annoying problem for a friend of mine.”
“Who’s the friend?” Carter asked, and Rain just looked at him. She didn’t like answering questions, but she had made him her consigliere, so Carter needed to know. “Gavin Caldwell.”
“I never met him. I know the old man, of course, and his brother, Butch,” Carter said and remembered that he fucked their sister, Fredricka a couple of times, but it wasn’t good. Thought she was too cute to move and just laid there. “And Fredricka, I know her too.”
“You probably fucked her too,” Rain said. “Anyway, he needs somebody to have a talk with this nigga about the shit he’s doing.”
“Don’t he have his own people for that?”
“Those is Butch’s people, but he’s in jail doing a dime for manslaughter. Gavin tries to stay outta that side of the business, but he does if he has to.”
“So, what’s the deal?”
“This is one of Butch’s top people and none of his other people want to fuck with this nigga cause he crazy. Butch said he’s bringing too much heat down on them, so somebody needs to have a talk with him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Lamont Drummond, but they call him Drum.”