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  “Where are you at?” she asked. Robin knew that Stephanie wasn’t there, but for some reason, she had to go see to be sure.

  Chris gave her the hotel’s address and room number, and they ended the call. For the rest of the afternoon, Robin worked hard to push away the thought of her, Chris, and Stephanie getting together.

  When five o’clock came, she rushed out to her car and dialed Stephanie’s number.

  “Hello,” Stephanie answered.

  “I have been calling you all day, boo. What’s going on? Where you been?” Robin asked.

  “I went to see my cousin, and we kicked it for a while. I called you back, but I guess you were back on the clock. What do you want me to cook for dinner?” Stephanie asked.

  “Oh um, bae, I’m going to be a little late tonight. We got to do med pull and got a new shipment coming in,” Robin lied.

  “All right. I got to deal with it, I guess,” Stephanie said sadly.

  “You know I’ma make it up to you,” Robin stated.

  “I know you will. I love you,” Stephanie said.

  “I love you too. I’m going to call you back later, okay?” Robin replied.

  After she hung up, she drove to the Ramada Inn and Suites and went to the room that Chris told her he was in. She knocked three times, and finally, Chris opened the door.

  He looked shocked at first then he smiled. “I didn’t think you were coming.”

  “Well, I just wanted to make sure my girl not here,” she replied.

  “Come on in and see for yourself,” Chris said, as he moved to allow her to enter.

  As he closed the door, he smiled. He knew that she knew Stephanie wasn’t there. It was kind of bittersweet.

  “So take a look around and see if your girlfriend is here.” Chris laughed.

  Robin turned around, looked Chris in the eyes, and said provocatively, “You and I both know that I know Stephanie isn’t here, so let’s stop playing. You see, I refuse to lose my bae to you, but after seeing the chemistry you two have, I know there’s something there. I think we can all form some sort of relationship, so I’m here to see what you’re working with.”

  “Is that right? Well, we can definitely do that,” Chris replied, as he walked toward Robin. He grabbed her by her waist and walked her backward toward the bed. When he laid her on the bed, he undressed her and then himself, and he smiled once he saw the look on her face. She looked frightened, which made him laugh aloud. “This is going to be fun.”

  * * *

  An hour later, Robin walked out of his hotel room, fully satisfied and content. She understood now why Stephanie was fucked up about him. Once she arrived home and walked into her apartment, Stephanie was sitting on the couch, waiting for her.

  “Did you work hard, bae?” she asked.

  “Yes. I’m tired, so I’m going to take a shower, and we can eat dinner, okay?” Robin said walking toward the bathroom.

  “I didn’t cook dinner yet, but let me ask you a question before you get in the shower,” Stephanie said.

  “Go ’head, bae,” Robin said, kicking her shoes off.

  “If you were at work, why when I called down there did they say you were already gone for the day?” Stephanie asked.

  Robin looked at her for a moment, then replied, “We did inventory at the main pharmacy, Stephanie. Why are you questioning me about being at work, when you know that’s all I do?”

  “Bae, I was just heated ’cause they told me you weren’t there and you told me you were working overtime. I’m not accusing you of anything,” Stephanie explained.

  “You know you got me, girl, and I’m not going anywhere,” Robin said, looking Stephanie in the face.

  Stephanie could see that Robin was sincere about what she was saying, and she smiled. “I know, bae.”

  Robin prepared her water and got into the shower. As she washed her still-pulsating clit, she couldn’t help but smile. She had done a very bad thing, but it felt so damn good.

  Chapter One

  Monday morning around four-thirty, Austin pulled up in front of Thad’s trap house in a blue Chevy van that he had been working on for a client. The client never picked it up, so he figured that, by using this van, it wouldn’t be traceable to any of them. He had Leon and Vince in a white car trailing behind him. They weren’t going to take part in the robbery at all. Their only job was to wait outside until after the robbery, and then they would help load the boxes into the van and take it to a storage unit that Thad had rented a few weeks earlier.

  They had been planning for this moment. He blew the horn twice, and five minutes later, Thad came out.

  “What’s up, playa?” Austin said once Thad was seated in the van.

  “I’m just ready to get this money, Austin. We got to go get Toby and Chris. Then we can go on and hit Orlando’s shit! I have a source who has assured me that we will get more than we initially estimated,” Thad replied.

  “Word! That’s all good with me!” Austin said.

  “Ay, is Chris with you, bro? I hope y’all ready. We ain’t got time to mess around,” Thad said into his cell phone.

  “Is that Toby?” Austin whispered.

  Thad nodded and continued talking. “All right, we will be there in about ten minutes or so.”

  “Tell Toby to make sure he gets the coats and face masks,” Austin mumbled.

  “Oh yeah, bro, you got our gear, right? All right then, get it all together and be ready,” Thad said, as he concluded his call.

  Austin drove straight to Toby’s house, and once Toby and Chris were in the van, they hit the highway with Orlando’s warehouse as their destination.

  Chris was sitting in the back, getting himself mentally prepared for the robbery. He still hadn’t heard from Debra, and he was now getting worried. He hoped that no one had found out about her taking part of the lick that Larry pulled. He couldn’t live with himself if something happened to her. He had talked her into helping Larry after she came to him with her doubts about doing it. He had a gut feeling though that something just wasn’t right. If anyone had harmed her, he would see that they paid dearly.

  “Chris, take this gun and mask. Let’s make sure we straight by the time we get there. We should be there in about thirty minutes. I hope Orlando is there so I can pop his ass. I need that nigga out the way for real,” Thad said.

  Chris took the gun and mask and placed them on his lap. Toby was nodding off next to him, which had him wondering how he could be sleeping at a time like that.

  Chris wasn’t happy being in the van with Thad and Toby. He really had lost all respect for them, but he needed to make some loot off the robbery so he could work his way up and out of the game. He just hoped Debra was still alive to enjoy a new lifestyle with him.

  “All right, we’re here! I’ma pull around to the side. It looks like they are just getting here to open so, once we pull up, Thad, you know what you got to do. Jump out and grab that first nigga and put that pistol to his cranium,” Toby said, as Austin switched the headlights off before creeping around the side of the building.

  “Man, I know what I got to do. You just be in place to run up quick and grab the other two motherfuckers,” Thad said.

  Austin crept up and stopped a few feet short of where the three men were standing, preparing to unlock the door. He shut the motor off, and Thad quietly got out of the car, with Chris and Toby behind him. Thad immediately ran up, threw the gun up toward the first man’s head, and whispered, “Don’t none of you bastards move or say one word, or I will blow this faggot’s head off. Open the door now!”

  By that time, Toby had his beam on the second guy, and Chris was on the third guy, pushing him into the warehouse after the door was unlocked.

  “Turn the lights on!” Chris ordered one of the men.

  Once the lights were on, they tied two of the men up but left Tim untied. Tim was Orlando’s right-hand man. Thad knew who he was when they first rolled up on them. If anybody knew where the guns and drugs were, it w
as Tim.

  “Before we start hearing the bullshit-ass lies, we know what you are going to try to tell us. We know for a fact that there are guns and cocaine located in this warehouse. Show us where they are and we can get out of here, and no one will get hurt,” Toby snarled.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Really, I don’t,” Tim cried.

  Toby turned his head slightly toward Thad, who just shook his head. He turned back to face Tim and hit him across the face with the gun, knocking him to the floor.

  Tim got back up and yelled, with blood trickling down the side of his head, “Man, do you know who the fuck I am? You are making a grave mistake!”

  “Motherfucker, shut the fuck up! Who the hell cares who you are? Show us where the damn shit is at so we can be on our way,” Toby growled, ready to explode.

  Tim staggered toward the west wing of the warehouse with Toby and Austin in tow. Chris and Thad stayed with the other two guys, making sure no one either came in or left. After a few moments passed, Toby yelled for Thad to get Leon and Vince in there, so they could get the crates and load them up.

  Once everything was loaded, Toby stood in front of all three men and smiled. “You know, I told you that if no one lied to us and gave us what we wanted, I wouldn’t kill anyone. But, nigga, you lied straight from the gate, and for that, you got to die! I mean, I am a man of my word.”

  Toby raised his gun, and before any word was uttered, he shot Tim in the face. Tim dropped to the floor, and Toby stood over him, shooting him five more times.

  He looked at Thad and Chris and walked out. Thad shot the other two guys in the back of the head, and he and Chris ran out and jumped into the van. They drove to the storage unit and piled the crates inside.

  Afterward, the men went to Austin’s cousin’s chop shop and dropped the car and van off, so that his cousin could flip the vehicles and sell them. They were hyped up and weren’t ready to turn down. They went to their favorite strip club, the Oasis.

  They sat down in front, and the strippers immediately flocked to their table. They knew they had some big spenders in their establishment. There weren’t many patrons around, and Toby figured it was probably because it was only noon.

  Thad nudged Toby and smiled. “Bro, I am so proud of you. We did that shit, my nigga.”

  “Boy, it felt good squeezing on that bitch nigga! I swear I feel rejuvenated. We back in there, too. Did you see all that shit we loaded up? Two more hits like that and we will be able to pay Sergio and Ramon back what we owe them, and still be able to make our own play with them and bring in our connects from North Carolina,” Toby replied excitedly.

  “I know, but who should we hit up next? Rob may be a possible candidate. You know he got that dope and loot,” Thad commented as one of the strippers was shaking her ass in front of his face. Thad reached up, swatted her butt a few times, and placed a twenty-dollar bill in her G-string. Then she dropped down on his lap and started grinding on him.

  “Ay, boy, I like the sound of hitting Rob’s ass,” Austin agreed. “He won’t even know what hit him. We can run in and out of his spot real quick. Shit, we trying to live and eat so anybody can get it. Nobody is safe from us.”

  “I’m with that!” Toby said as he watched his brother suck on the stripper’s nipples. Toby shook his head and laughed. “Nigga, you don’t know whose mouth been on her tits! You gotta use some kind of restraint.”

  Thad looked up at the stripper. “I know I need to use restraint, but damn she fine as hell!”

  Austin laughed. “You might as well be kissing all these niggas in here, dude, ’cause you know how some of these niggas are. They suck ’em and fuck ’em!”

  “Y’all sure do know how to spoil a nigga’s good time!” Thad said, and he stood up and walked to the restroom to wash his mouth out.

  * * *

  Orlando and Jeryca awoke at ten-thirty Monday morning, and he rushed to get dressed. He was running late and had to check in at the warehouse before he took Jeryca home.

  As they rolled down highway 115-N, Brooklyn, Jeryca couldn’t get over the happiness she was feeling. She had never lain in a man’s arms all night and just cuddled. She always had to put out. She actually enjoyed being treated like the lady she always knew she was. She was going to introduce Orlando to her sister, Pam, that evening. Orlando was more than ready to meet her. He was planning to take her mother and Pam out to dinner that evening. She couldn’t wait for them to see what a prize he was.

  Once they pulled up to the building, Orlando quickly noticed how dark it was in the warehouse. None of the lights were on. The building was shut up, and there was no type of activity.

  “Bae, stay in the car. I’ll be right back,” Orlando told Jeryca.

  “Orlando, I don’t want to stay in the car. If you are going in, I’m going in with you,” she said, getting out of the car.

  “Girl, get your butt back in there. I won’t be but a hot minute,” Orlando replied.

  “We won’t be but a hot minute,” Jeryca stated, determined that she wasn’t going to be left out in the car.

  Orlando shook his head and grabbed Jeryca by the hand. “Come on here, girl!”

  Jeryca smiled and followed Orlando into the building.

  As soon as he unlocked the door, he pulled his Glock from its holster. “Don’t say shit!” he whispered to Jeryca.

  She nodded, but she was growing more and more terrified by the minute. For a second, she wished she had stayed in the car. There was an eerie silence in the warehouse, and Orlando knew something was wrong.

  As they slowly walked farther into the warehouse, Orlando finally spotted what he feared he would. Tim’s body was sprawled out on the floor in a pool of blood. Orlando blinked several times and squatted next to Tim’s body. “Who the fuck . . .”

  His words trailed off as he looked up and caught sight of Patrick’s and Isaac’s bodies. He stood up, and as Jeryca’s gaze followed his, she let out a deafening scream. Orlando grabbed her. “Jeryca, be quiet! I know this isn’t easy to see, but we don’t want to draw any attention to us. Dammit!” Orlando immediately pulled out his cell phone and called Sergio and Ramon. He knew that where he found one, he would find both of them.

  “Sergio, this is Orlando. We have a major problem that I know you would want to know about. I just walked into my warehouse and Tim is dead, Sergio. I don’t know what happened, but he and two of my other men are dead.”

  There was a moment of silence on Orlando’s end, but Jeryca heard a bunch of talking on the other end. She couldn’t quite make out what was being said, but she could tell that whomever Orlando was talking to was very upset. Finally, Orlando cleared his throat and spoke. “All right, I got you. I’m ’bout to do that now. All right, the only thing I can think of that’s here is the surveillance tape,” Orlando said, and then there was another brief moment of silence. “I’ma get that and get my lady to take it to the car; then I will call the police. Damn, man, I just can’t believe this shit! Not Tim!” Orlando cried.

  After another pause, Orlando dropped his head. “I’m okay. I just can’t believe this. I will call y’all later and set y’all up in a suite when you get here.”

  After Orlando hung up, he walked into his office, removed a video cassette from the recording machine, and handed Jeryca three tapes. “Take these to the car and wait for me outside while I contact the police.”

  Jeryca did as Orlando asked her to do. She could relate to how Orlando was feeling because she was still dealing with losing her friend.

  It didn’t take the police long to get to the warehouse once Orlando called them. The coroner’s office came after the crime scene unit finished up. Jeryca stood next to Orlando through everything. She really cared about him and hated seeing him as he was.

  Orlando and Jeryca were taken down to police headquarters and interviewed by Detective Haith. She was a large woman and seemed angry out of the gate. The way she was talking to Jeryca had her feeling as if she was being accused of
something. Jeryca continued to deny being there when everything happened or knowing anything about the killings. After a few hours of being interrogated, the detective had no other choice but to release Orlando and Jeryca. She didn’t have any evidence or just cause to hold them. She warned them not to leave town and that they might need to talk with them again.

  As the two left the police station, Jeryca watched Orlando very closely. He looked beat and worn. He opened her car door, got into the driver’s side, and pulled off without saying a word.

  He passed the exit to Jeryca’s house and prayed she didn’t ask him to take her home. He didn’t want to be alone, period. When he felt her hand slide on top of his, he sighed, and for the first time ever, Jeryca witnessed a grown man cry. Silent tears slipped down his face, and he was biting his bottom lip.

  She reached over and wiped the tears from his face. “It’s okay, baby. I’m going to be here for you. You know I got you.”

  Orlando smiled because he knew she was telling the truth. He had to call Sergio once he got home and tell him what had occurred at the police station, but first, he wanted to look at the video surveillance tapes.

  They pulled up to Orlando’s house, and he sat in the car for a few moments before he started it back up and drove away. He didn’t know who had killed Tim and the others or why, and he wasn’t going to trust going in his house and have someone kill him or Jeryca.

  “I’m going to get a room for a few nights until shit is figured out. I’m going to stop at Walmart real fast so I can get a video player. I need to review those tapes,” Orlando said, informing Jeryca of his change in plans. They were going to get a room in the city because anyone who knew Orlando knew he would never get a room in the city. He wasn’t going to take any chances at all. “Change up my routine on they ass, baby,” he said as he gave Jeryca’s knee a little squeeze.

  Orlando stopped at Walmart and then headed to the hotel. Once they were in the room, he sat down on a chair and leaned his head back, rubbing his face. “All right, let me hook this thang up.”

  Once it was hooked up to the television, Orlando popped a tape in and pushed play. He watched every move that each of the intruders made. He wanted to see if there was any familiarity in their moves, body style, or voice. Although it was faint, he felt he knew who the guys were. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. They watched up until the point when the assailant shot Tim.