Traffic was light as Suave made his way to Jones Town, St. Andrew, where Queen Bee headquartered. Before long, he was pulling up in front of a huge, three-story house that was surrounded by small zinc and board houses, graffiti, run-down buildings, and old, abandoned and burnt-out structures. It was like a queen’s mansion in the midst of her peasants.
The tall iron gate slowly opened, and Suave knew that one of Queen Bee’s girls saw him pull up. He drove in and parked in a vacant parking spot at the side of the house, among the numerous luxury cars already parked there. After locking his car, he made his way to the front door, where a beautiful young lady greeted him. This one was new because Suave knew all of Queen Bee’s girls in more ways than one.
“Hello, beautiful. I’ve never seen your fine self before.” Suave flashed the killer dimples.
The girl playfully rolled her eyes. She knew who Suave was, and his reputation was legendary. “That’s because I just started to work with Queen Bee a few days ago.”
The big house was home to at least fifteen girls who worked for Queen Bee. They were known around Kingston as the “Sinful Angels,” but angels they were not. They indulged in devilish acts like prostitution, money laundering, stealing, and dealing drugs. “SA” was tattooed on the girls’ right butt cheeks or their ample right breasts. A selected few of the girls were also the madam’s, Queen Bee’s, lovers.
“We definitely need to get better acquainted.” Suave winked at the girl.
The young, sinful angel blushed and laughed. “Come on. Queen Bee is waiting for you upstairs.” She moved to the side for Suave to enter the house. After closing the door, she walked ahead so Suave could follow her. They climbed up a flight of stairs to the second floor.
“Wait. I need to use the bathroom really quick,” Suave informed the girl.
“Okay. Just go down the—”
“I know where it is,” he cut her off. “I also know how to find Queen Bee’s office.” He pointed to a set of steps that led to the third floor. “I’ll see myself up when I’m done.”
“Catch you later.” Miss Thing turned and walked up the stairs, giving Suave a great view of her big butt cheeks that were peeking out the daisy duke shorts.
“Mercy, mercy,” Suave muttered as he stood and stared until the girl was gone. “That’s one of the reasons I like to personally handle business with Queen Bee.”
Suave shook his head and began strolling down the long corridor past a bedroom but stopped abruptly. With a puzzled look on his face, he slowly turned around and came back to the room. He peeked inside the partially opened door, and his eyes landed on high, smooth, butterscotch buttocks. He gently pushed the door with his hand and as if he were in a trance, he entered the room and came face-to-face with a naked Pat.
The two men stared at each other as if frozen at the moment. Suave’s eyes traveled over the thick, curly Afro with spiral curls sprouted in every direction and a smooth face with arched eyebrows and slanted, exotic eyes covered over by naturally long eyelashes. Pat’s tall, slender, toned body displayed tight abs and long, clean-shaven legs. Suave glanced at Pat’s exposed penis, and rage flooded his body. Right before his eyes, it were as if Pat had changed into Pastor Ralph, smirking as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
Suddenly, Suave pounced upon Pat, wrapping his hands around his throat. He squeezed hard. “Why don’t you stay dead?” Suave growled and squeezed harder, intending on killing Pastor Ralph again for the last time.
Pat’s eyes bulged, and he clawed at the iron grip around his neck, but it only tightened. He kicked at Suave’s legs, twisted this way and turned that way, struggling to get free. “Let. . . let... me go.” Pat sounded like a sick kitten with a sore throat.
“Die, you nasty pig.” With eyes shut tight, Suave continued squeezing the slender neck in his hands, feeling the life slipping out of Pastor Ralph. “Yes, you are dying.”
Pat felt light-headed. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, but he kept on fighting for his life. With a final surge of strength, he pushed Suave, loosening the grip on his neck. Suave stumbled back and let go of his neck.
Pat sucked some much-needed air into his lungs, inhaling and exhaling heavily.
Suave stared at Pat as if he were an alien. He threw a nasty look at Pat before he turned on his heels and marched out. Suave ran down the flight of stairs and had his hand on the front door when it dawned on him that he was there to see Queen Bee. He leaned his head against the door, his chest rising and falling as he breathed out deeply, willing his body to relax. “Take it easy, man. That wasn’t Pastor Ralph,” Suave muttered. “You killed him years ago, remember?”
His body still tensed but more under control, Suave turned around and ran up the flight of steps to the third floor. He approached the room that Queen Bee converted to an office and entered through the opened door.
“I was wondering if you were hiding somewhere with one of my girls.” Queen Bee’s back was turned to Suave. She blew a puff of smoke into the air, then took another hit of the spliff in her hand. “I’m glad you know that it’s business before pleasure.” She turned to face Suave, an amused expression on her face.
But Suave wasn’t in a joking mood. He’d just fought with a ghost from the past and was still a little rattled. Without a response, he leaned back against the wall,
