When Rain stood up, Jackie and Carter both rose to their feet.
“Want me to ride out there with you?” Carter asked.
“No. I got this.”
Doc is dead. Rain felt like this was her burden to bear and she had to bear it alone. She started for the door and pointed at Carter.
“You find out if it was El Decreto de Guerra that tried to bomb the club. And do it without killing anybody else if you can help it. And you,” Rain said pointing at Jackie, “get on finding out who them niggas work for, Barnes or Mobley so I know which one to kill first. Then you get on that bomb shit with Carter,” she said and slammed the door.
When Rain got to Black’s house, naturally he knew about what happened at the reception. Once the police arrived at Cuisine and she had spoken with the Detectives, Black was the first person that Lexi called. He had spoken to Richard and had just gotten off the phone, extending his condolences to Doc’s wife, Melody.
“But it’s you I’ve been waiting to talk to,” Black said as the boss of The Family and his underboss sat down in the living room and they talked about their situation. After telling Black what she’d gotten Carter and Jackie working on, Rain immediately assumed responsibility for everything that was going on in The Family.
“Not this time,” Black said.
“Huh?”
“Not this time. I’m not gonna let you carry this on your own.”
“This is my fault. This all started because I killed DP.”
“That stupid mutha fucka brought this shit to you because—” Black paused. And then he started laughing.
“What?” Rain asked.
“Go ahead and say it,” Shy said laughing when she came in the room.
“Say what?” Rain asked.
She came and slowly eased down on the couch next to Black. “Tell her, Michael,” Shy laughed lightly and made herself comfortable leaning against him.
“You know you want to,” Black said, still laughing.
By then, Rain was laughing lightly at a joke that she didn’t know but knew was about her, as Mr. and Mrs. Black tried to compose themselves.
“When Michael told me about it.” Shy cleared her throat a little. “I said that apparently DP brought this war to you because you got good pussy,” she said and all three laughed. A long hard laugh, especially Rain. She was practically in tears, because she knew it was true. Plenty of men before DP have lost their minds over her pussy.
The only one that didn’t, got married today.
“You might as well tell her the rest of it,” Shy encouraged, but Black would have none of it.
“Oh no, Sandy C, this is your show. I was gonna say DP came at her because his weak-ass was in love with her and leave it at that.”
“Okay, okay,” Shy said and looked at Rain. “Since I said that he brought this war to you because you got good pussy, I’ve been calling it the good pussy wars.”
Chapter Twelve
When Fantasy left Cuisine with Carter after the shooting, they got in her limo and she told her driver to take them to her hotel. She had watched the shoot out from behind the bar, watched the way Carter moved and she wanted him.
Fantasy had watched him come out from behind the bar firing, killed a man, and took his weapon, killed one more man before he made it to Jackie. Just the thought of it made her wet for him and she needed to feel him inside her.
“I need to call Rain,” Carter said, and Fantasy knew that feeling him inside her wasn’t happening. “It’s Carter, the reception got hit.”
So I won’t get to feel him holding me in his arms, kissing me while I stroke his erection.
“Right after you left.”
I won’t get to feel him ease me gently down on the bed and tongue my naval while he peels off my soaking wet thong.