Then, Freeze felt her tender lips touch his, Tamia tugged on his bottom lip and held it between hers. It didn’t take long before she was kneeling down between his legs.
Freeze grabbed her breasts and squeezed them together before forcing both nipples into his mouth. Then he used his tongue to lick around her chocolate nipples. It was driving Tamia crazy and she instantly felt her juices flowing.
“This feels so good!” Tamia moaned, encouraging Freeze to keep doing what he was doing.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” Freeze pulled away from her swollen nipples long enough to say as she gazed into his eyes.
As Freeze bit at her nipples, he used his fingers to stroke and caress the wetness between her thighs. Before Tamia knew it, Freeze had eased her back onto the bed. He spread her legs a bit and parted her lips. He began using his tongue to flicker back and forth across her clit. Tamia could hardly concentrate, because Freeze was making it feel that damn good.
After that, Tamia rolled over and curled into the fetal position. She thought about how good her insides felt and her body began to tremble again at the thought of how hard she came and how many times. Tamia lay there holding herself tightly when she realized something. Something she hadn’t expected.
Tamia rolled over slowly and Freeze was still lying there. Usually after finishing her off, he’d leave her shaking on the bed and head for the shower. She started to ask what he was doing, but she was afraid that he might move and she didn’t want him to move. So she just looked at him, lying there with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head.
After a while, Tamia moved a little closer to Freeze and he opened his eyes. Tamia put her hand on his chest, waiting for him to move it and get out of bed as he had done many times before. When he didn’t move it, Tamia cuddled up under his arm. She felt chill bumps all over her body when he put his arm around her.
“So what’s the word, Sergeant Adams? I know you got somethin’ for me.”
“I see what you got for me,” Tamia said and took him into her hand. “And I love every inch of it,” she sighed and stroked him.
“Ain’t nothing goin’ on I need to know about?” Freeze asked. He wanted to know if she had heard anything that might make somebody want to kill Black. Things had been quiet lately, so he had no idea who would send somebody to kill Black.
When Freeze had arrived at Black and Mystique’s hotel room, he had looked the dead man over. “Never seen this mutha fucka before,” he had told Black.
“Neither have I,” Black confirmed. “I was hopin’ you would know. You ain’t doin’ nothing I should know ’bout?”
“Not me. Just stackin’ paper, I ain’t been fuckin’ wit’ nobody. You ask her?” Freeze asked and pointed toward the bedroom where Mystique waited.
“Mystique? What you mean?”
“Jealous boyfriend?”
“I don’t think so. I mean, I was lookin’ at her when she saw the body. It didn’t look like she recognized him.”
“How we gonna get him outta here?” Freeze asked.
“I been thinkin’ ’bout that. I say we pour a couple of bottles of gin down his throat and take him down the steps. If anybody sees us, we play it like he’s drunk.”
Black and Freeze were able to carry the body out of the room and down to the first floor without being seen. Once there, Mystique found a side door and they walked him out of the hotel. Freeze left Black and Mystique at the hotel while he took the body to the funeral parlor to be disposed of in the crematorium.
“Not a thing-Well.” Tamia paused and thought for a minute about the question Freeze had asked before continuing. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you, but you ever heard of a dealer named Cash Money?”
“Yeah, I know that fool. What about him?”
“He’s dead.”
“Y’all know who killed him? Probably one of his boyz.”
“Nope. They're dead too.”
“How many was it?”
“Cash and four of his boys. The crime scene techs say it was a pretty clean shooting.”
“What you mean?”
“Three of them took four shots. Two head shots, two in the chest. They said the killers didn’t miss and Cash Money and them never got off a shot. No prints, no shells. Whoever killed them took the time to clean the scene.”
“When did this happen?”
“Early yesterday mornin’,” Tamia said and Freeze wondered why he hadn’t heard about it.
Tamia laid her head on his chest. She figured now that Freeze had what little information that she had for him, he would now get up and leave. But he didn’t. Freeze laid there quietly holding her.
It didn’t take long for Tamia to start getting excited. When Black was in jail, she had done Freeze a really big favor, for which she had only been partially paid. She got the cash she was promised, but to this point, he had reneged on the rest of the deal. Freeze had promised to stay the entire night with her. “You know, sleep next to me,” she always said when she’d ask him about it. Tamia closed her eyes and silently hoped that this was the night.
Chapter Twelve
Mike Black
Jamaica was waitin’ for me at the airport with five of his men when I got off the plane in Freeport. Like the good girl she is, Michelle slept peacefully in my arms through the entire flight. Sometimes I stare at her and marvel at the fact that I’m her father. That I am responsible for her existence. When I look at her I only hope that I’m worthy. I stepped out of the airport and felt the island sun beat down on me and immediately began thinkin’ about putting all this shit behind me and just staying down there.
But somebody just tried to kill me and I had no idea why. Was it related to Cassandra’s murder, or was this something else? I couldn’t be sure of that one either. I had made a lot of enemies in my life, most of them are dead. It could be anybody wantin’ to kill me over a whole lotta shit. I kissed Michelle on the forehead and hoped none of my shit would ever touch her.
Now, I have a decision to make and it’s not gonna be easy. What about Michelle? Leaving her here for a couple of weeks while I went to Hong Kong with Bobby was one thing, but the assassination attempt changes all that. If I left her in Freeport with my mother, Emily, would she be safe? Or would somebody come to kill her like they did her mother? I couldn’t be sure of that either.
“What’s up, Jamaica?” I said and shook his hand. His real name was Clyde Walker, but we’ve always called him Jamaica since the day he got off the
“Ain’t nuthin’, rude boy. It’s good to see you,” Jamaica said while he smiled and poked fun at Michelle. She laughed a little and smiled at Jamaica and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she had him eating out of her hand too. “Come, me have a car waitin’.”
“You bring a car seat for Michelle?”
“Yes, sir. Me pick it out personally,” he said and continued to flirt with Michelle.
“You bring enough people with you?” I asked as we walked to the parking lot surrounded by his men.
“Somebody try to kill you. Maybe they try again here,” Jamaica said.
“I can’t argue with your logic.”
“You have any idea who it was?” Jamaica asked.
“No.”
“Me know you must tink same people involved with kill Cassandra.”
“Yeah, but who are they? To be honest with you, I hope it is. Gives me one more reason to cut their fuckin’ hearts out. But I really don’t know if this is connected or if this is some other shit. Me and Bobby are goin’ to Hong
