Commit To Violence

"What the fuck?" Luke said.

Kenny looked back. "Here they come again," he yelled as the 350 rammed them again. "Get us out of here," Kenny encouraged.

Luke stepped on the gas and tried to get away from the truck, but the truck kept coming. The 350 slammed into their car again. The force of the impact forced Luke to hit his head on the steering wheel.

The truck stayed on the car’s tail and ran it off the street into a telephone pole. Kenny and Luke jerked forward and were forced back by the impact of the airbags. Three men got out of the truck armed with AK-47s and opened fire. Luke got out of the car and was immediately hit in the shoulder. Luke dropped his gun. Then he caught another round in his thigh. Luke went down.

Still dazed from the collision, Kenny got out of the car. He got off a couple shots and then tried to get away from there, firing as he ran. The three men fired back and followed. When Kenny turned to fire again all three men let loose, and Kenny fell to the ground.

He was dead.

CHAPTER THREE

Rain Robinson walked through the crowd at JR’s on the way to her office. She had taken over the club after her father, Jasper Robinson, died from complications of a stroke. JR was old school; a gambler that ran a few spots, including two major ones. The biggest was located in a warehouse that made machine parts, and another in the basement of the club. With her father dead and her having no interest at all in gambling, Rain turned over JR’s gambling spots to Nick for ten percent off the top. She preferred to make her money in the dope game; which was something that her father disapproved of while he was alive, and she promised Nick she was done with.

For the most part, things were going well for Rain. At twenty-three, she was the queen in her world, and Nick was her king. She was introduced to Nick in that very office by her father. "Nick, this is my daughter Lorraine. Lorraine, this is Nick Simmons, he’s an associate of Mike Black."

Rain sat behind what was now her desk and remembered how she smiled that night—like somebody told her that she had just hit the number. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Simmons. It’s an honor to meet you."

"It’s Nick, and it’s good to meet you too, Lorraine."

She got wet from just the sound of his voice. "Call me Rain."

At the time, Nick was trying to rundown the bandits who robbed one of their legitimate businesses and killed two people. Nick heard that some of JR’s people might have been involved. Rain saw it as her opportunity to get close to him and settle a few things of her own. "I can take you to the place where they hang out."

"I don’t need you to take me anywhere," Nick told Rain that first night. "You just need to tell me who they are and where to find them."

"No deal."

"What you mean, ‘no deal?’ This ain’t no fuckin’ negotiation," Nick said. "You gonna tell me what I need to know and I’ll take care of it."

"Good luck findin’ them without me then," Rain said. She knew respect isn’t given, respect had to be earned. And she had to earn Nick’s. "Look, Nick, these is my people. I’m the one needs to make this right. Not you, me. So here’s how it’s gonna go. Me and you gonna roll by they spot, and I’m gonna handle my family’s business."

It began there, but it didn’t go down easy, at least not at first. "If the mutha fuckas that robbed my joint belong to you, and you wanna put your house in order, that’s cool. You call me when you put a bullet in their brain."

"Look, nigga, I’ma say this one more time. Only mutha fuckin’ thing I can tell you is that this nigga be hearin’ shit. Now if that ain’t good enough for you then pull this bitch over and let me out. I’m tryin’ to help your mutha fuckin’ ass and you givin’ me this shit ’bout it."

Rain had to laugh when she thought back on their first night together. She picked up the remote and turned on the big screen. A porno flick called 2 Ho’s and a Bro with Jada Fire, Havana Ginger, and Nat Turner exploded on the screen. She liked watching porn; it got her in the mood for Nick when he came by the club to check on the gambling operation.

She sat there waiting on Nick to come fuck her, watching the flick and thinking about the first time they had sex. How she felt her nipples brush against his chest. She knew that she wasn’t the prettiest woman, but her body made men weak. Rain remembered Nick’s eyes meeting hers then dropping to her titties. Rain touched his face and then she kissed him. When Nick stepped away from her he saw somebody at her window with a gun ready to shoot.

Nick grabbed Rain by the shoulders and pushed her down behind the couch. As the gunmen pumped bullets through her window, they stared into each other eyes. "I want to fuck you so bad," Rain said while the bullets flew over them.

When the shooting stopped Rain jumped up and ran toward the front door. She grabbed a gun from the lamp table by the door and ran out after her would-be assassins, firing wildly in their direction as the two men ran down the street.

It fascinated her sometimes how violence, especially gunplay, turned her on and made her want to fuck, but it did.

There was a knock at the door.

Rain had installed a series of security devices since she’d taken over. That included a camera outside her office. She picked up the remote and changed the display on the big screen.

There stood Blue Claxton, who ran the gambling in the basement of the club. He was one of the few people that Nick allowed to stay after he took over. Rain assured Nick that Blue was a very loyal soldier to JR, and she thought that he could be trusted to represent her interest in the operation. Rain pressed a button to allow him to come in the office. "What up, Blue?"

"Ain’t nothing," Blue said and went straight to the bar.

"Pour me one too."

"Patrón?"