what he put her through, she could be a good mother to the children and a good wife to Bobby, but she couldn’t bring herself to have sex with him.
After that, they came to an understanding. Pam understood that if she wasn’t gonna give Bobby any pussy, somebody else would. 'Just keep it away from me and the kids. I won’t go through what I went through again,' Pam told Bobby. And that was fine with him. So it was settled. Bobby did his thing and kept it away from his family. Until now.
'Yeah, I did, but I swear, Mike, it ain’t like that this time.'
'What’s her name?'
'Ivillisa Ortiz. Little Puerto Rican ho I fucked a couple of times. I don’t even know how she got my number.'
'What she say to Pam?'
'Nothing; just asked to speak to me, and if she saw me to tell me that she’ll be at home waitin’ for me.'
'That’s a little more than nothing, Bob. It was enough to set Pam off and make her tear up the house and ask for a divorce.'
'No shit.'
'What you gonna do now?' Black asked as Bobby pulled the car over.
'I don’t know,' Bobby said and put the car in park.
'Your choices are simple. Either you’re gonna be what Pam wants or you’re not.'
'No shit,' Bobby said and started to get out of the car. 'You coming?' he asked and got out of the car.
They went inside the convenience store and walked up to the young woman at the counter. 'He here?' Black asked.
'He’s in the back,' she said and pointed.
'Thanks,' Black said and headed for the back.
'Hey, Bobby,' the woman said flirtatiously.
'Hey, Debra,' Bobby winked and followed Black.
'What? You fuck her too?'
'Prettiest titties I ever saw, but she couldn’t fuck her way out of a paper bag,' Bobby said.
Black shook his head and opened the office door. Bobby followed him in.
'Black; Bobby,' Sherman Williams said and stood up to shake hands. He had been running numbers out of that store for years. Sherman also had a reputation for keeping his mouth shut and his ears opened.
'What’s goin’ on, Sherman?' Bobby asked.
'Money. Lots of fun and lots of money. Same as every other day. What brings you two high-rollers up here?'
'You heard about Kenny?' Black asked.
'Yeah, I heard about it. Shame, too-dirty shame. Kenny was good people. Honest as far as that goes in this business.'
'You heard anything about who killed him?' Bobby asked him.
'I ain’t heard shit about Kenny. But I tell you what I have been hearin’. And I can’t say that it had anything to do with Kenny, but I keep hearin’ it from a lot of people-people who know what’s up-that something big is gettin’ ready to go down around here,' Sherman told Black and Bobby.
'That does us a lot of fuckin’ good,' Black said. 'Something’s gonna happen, something big, but you don’t know what.'
'Sorry, Black, that’s all I got, but I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.'
'You do that.'
'Have you talked to Luke?'
'No.'
'I did hear that he was with Kenny last night when it happened.'
'Why didn’t you tell us that shit before?'
'Sorry,' Sherman said as he watched Black and Bobby walk out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Nick got to JR’s, Rain was more than ready for him. She was all over him as soon as he walked in her office. Once she had gotten her fill, Rain got dressed and ready to go. 'You don’t mind if I ride, do you?'
'No, come on,' Nick said and turned around. Rain followed him out of the club and to his car; neither had much to say to the other while they drove. Rain sat and stared out the window, thinking about what Blue had said to her.
When Rain was young, JR took her everywhere with him. That’s why she was so much like him. Back then she was daddy’s little girl and there was nothing more important to Rain than pleasing her father. But as she got older things began to change. Rain was always in trouble and her brother Miles, the straight-A student, became JR’s favorite. No matter what Rain did to impress him it was always wrong. 'No, Lorraine, do it this way,' she remembered JR telling her so many times in her life.
She knew her father wouldn’t approve of what she was doing. It was always like that. If it wasn’t exactly what JR wanted it was wrong. But JR was dead and Rain had to do what she knew how to do; what she’d always done. Having money and power behind her just made things easier, and her association with Nick gave her that power. It was the perfect arrangement except for one thing.
Wanda Moore.
Whenever Rain would get a little too comfortable with Nick, Wanda would always come along to jerk her back to reality. It didn’t bother her when they first got together. But every time Nick would get out of her bed to go be with another woman, it would remind her that Nick was Wanda’s man and she was just the bitch he was fuckin’ behind her back.
'What we doin’ here?' Rain asked when Nick pulled up in front of Clay’s Garage.
'Something’s goin’ on and there are people that don’t think I know what’s goin’ on.'
'Bo.'
'We’re here to show them that I know everything,' Nick said and got out of the car. Rain put one in the chamber and followed Nick in the building.
Clay’s Garage was a car cloning operation that’s been run for the last couple of years by Bo Freeman. From Clay’s Garage, Bo runs the operation where a stolen cars’ vehicle identification numbers, or VIN, were replaced with ones that belong to legally obtained vehicles. Bo’s men washed car titles clean by using the internet to get vehicle identification numbers from similar makes and models that had been salvaged, then put new VIN plates on the stolen cars’ dashboards and created matching titles. They then re-registered the cars in North Carolina, South Carolina and Georgia, where bar codes on New York titles can’t be read.
They were also stealing an average of 25 cars a week and selling the parts through salvage yards in the tri- state area. The dismantling and stolen parts operation was run by Hank Jackson. He would receive orders for specific vehicle parts and give orders to various 'steal men' to steal the appropriate vehicle in order to obtain the requested parts. Once the vehicles were stolen, they were taken to Clay’s where they were dismantled. The requested parts were then taken to the various auto body shops that had ordered them.
For Bo and Hank, tonight was a big night. Bo had made a deal to deliver a predetermined list of high-end vehicles to members of the Russian mob. The cars were taken from a storage facility where a number of car dealerships stored their excess inventory and then drove the vehicles to various lay-up locations. If everything worked out, tonight would be a big night.
Bo looked at the clock on the wall in his office and then at Sabrina. 'What time is it?' she asked.
'Eight forty-five. Why, where you gotta be?' Bo asked.
'Nowhere,' Sabrina lied. There definitely was some-where she had to be, and a certain time that she had to be there. 'Nowhere but the bed.'
That part was true.
