Queen Bee had ropes of thick gold chains around her neck and a ring on almost every finger. She was sporting a short, spike “Marilyn Monroe” blond hairstyle; her face was heavily made up with black drawn on eyebrows that clashed against her light complexion. Heavy, thick, black mascara highlighted long eyelashes over hazel contact lenses. Her thick, bright, ruby-red lips parted in a smile, revealing a gold front tooth.
Queen Bee’s huge box-shaped body was struggling against the restraint of a tight, supershort, red minidress. Her large, floppy butt cheeks flashed dimples as big as saucers that winked in greeting on every eye that landed on them.
“Cat got your tongue?” Queen Bee walked closer to Suave. The grin fell from her face when she saw the vicious look on his. “Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” She peered at Suave with concern. “Can I help with anything?”
Yeah, you can get rid of your sissy brother. Suave closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to get it together. Queen Bee wasn’t the enemy. Pastor Ralph was. Queen Bee gave him the start he needed when Mason ran him out, and she had been a great help over the years. “Just some things I have to deal with.” Suave opened his eyes and looked at her. “More money, more problems, right?” He chuckled a little, shaking his head.
“But you do know I’m here if you need me, right?” Queen Bee was still concerned. She had grown to respect and care for the young hustler who was now her equal in the business. Heck, if Queen Bee were batting on Suave’s team, she would have made a move for him a long time ago with his fine self.
“I appreciate it, Queen. But I got this.” Suave leaned forward and gave her a brief hug. “Okay, let’s do business. You have something I want, and I have something that you need.”
They laughed, clearing the air. After taking care of business, Suave couldn’t leave the house fast enough. He raced to his car and was out the gate in a flash. Once he was outside on the street, he paused and glanced through the car window to the second-floor bedroom window. His eyes met and held those of a still nude Pat, who was posed as if on exhibition.
Pat winked and blew Suave a kiss. He should be feeling mad that Suave almost killed him, but he wasn’t. In fact, Pat had never felt more turned-on than he was right now. There was just something about Suave taking out his anger on him that was exhilarating.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Suave stretched out on the long couch, still fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling until his exhausted eyelids drooped into a restless sleep. In his dream, he saw his live-in woman, Monica, strolling nude down a long, paved road toward him. He watched excitedly as she approached, salivating at her naked beauty. As soon as Monica stood in front of him, Suave pulled her to him for a deep, passionate kiss. Sexual desire flooded his entire being. Suave finally broke the kiss. He smiled and opened his eyes... to stare into Pat’s amused face.
“What!” Suave jumped back a few steps, using his hand to wipe his mouth. “What... What are you doing here?” Puzzled, he glanced around in disbelief, looking for Monica.
Suddenly, loud laughter echoed from behind him. He made a 180-degree turn in the road and saw Pastor Ralph hooting like a hyena on crack.
“You think you can get rid of me, huh?” Pastor Ralph mocked and doubled over in hysterics. Pat joined in.
Suave was shaking like cooked spaghetti. He used his hands to cover his ears as he glanced back and forth between the two laughing men. “Go away!” But the jeering only got louder and louder, ricocheting into the air, hammering away at Suave’s aching head.
“Come to Big Daddy, baby.” Pat chuckled as he walked closer to Suave. He was coming from one side, and Pastor Ralph the other. “You can’t run away from us, Smooth Suave.”
Suave was trapped. He tried to move, but his feet felt like they were stuck in a bucket of Krazy Glue. Looking around frantically, he opened his mouth to scream for help, but his tongue wouldn’t move. Pat and Pastor Ralph were getting closer and closer.
Then Pastor Ralph and Pat reached out to grab Suave.
“No! No!” Suave jumped up off the couch, swinging his arms wildly. It took him a few seconds to get his bearings, realizing he was at his hideaway home. With his heart flip-flopping in his chest, his breathing sporadic, Suave grabbed his gun that was in the corner of the couch. He walked crazily around the house, looking under the couches, the beds, tables, in the bathroom, kitchen, and closets searching for Pastor Ralph and Pat. The dream felt that real.
“Come on out, you two big sissies,” Suave screamed as he marched through the house, waving the gun in the air. “You think I’m scared of you?” He called Pat and Pastor Ralph every derogatory name under the sun as he combed the house from top to bottom without any luck.
“I’ll get you next time.” Tired, Suave went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a cold Red Stripe beer. He used his teeth to pop the cap and drank noisily like a parched man coming out of the desert with drips of the beverage escaping out of his mouth.
“Aaah, that was good.” Suave stared out the kitchen window at beads of daylight breaking through the dark sky of night, finishing off his beer. He knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep even if he tried, so he went to take a shower.
Less than an hour later, Suave was opening the front door and entering the home he
