Absolute power, p.4
Absolute Power, page 4
“Well, thank you again, Imani. I really appreciate what you’ve done for me,” Brock told her. He was about to say something flirtatious when Mr. O came back into the room.
“Come on. Let’s get out of here. We got places to go and people to see,” he said excitedly, because Brock was back. He walked to the door without noticing the disappointed looks on Imani’s and Brock’s faces.
Just when it was starting to get interesting, Brock thought. “I guess I’ll see you later,” he said to Imani and started for the door behind Mr. O.
Imani followed them out of the game room. “You two have a good time and enjoy yourselves, and I’ll see you in the morning.” She looked up at Brock when they got to the front door. “You’re a free man now.”
“Good night, Imani,” Brock said, and once again they stood looking into each other’s eyes.
Mr. O chuckled. “Come on, Brock.”
And after one last long look at Imani, Brock left the house with Mr. O.
Chapter Seven
Hareem Mosley was parked in front of a house whose current occupant was named Gianna Jennings. She was the girlfriend of drug dealer, Benjamin Cameron. Although Hareem controlled a huge chunk of the local drug market, which extended as far south as Daytona Beach and as far north as Savannah, he had competition. Benjamin Cameron and Kevin Hedrick were the other major players in the city. Both of them worked for a woman who called herself Diamond, and they were both loyal to her, if not afraid of her.
Hareem had heard that a couple of her other dealers had robbed her. The word on the street was that when Diamond had found out about it, she had had them kidnapped and drugged. When they regained consciousness early the following morning, just before sunrise, they discovered that they were buried up to their necks in sand on a remote section of Fernandina Beach, and Diamond was standing over them. She promised to dig them out before high tide rolled in if they told her where they had hidden the money they stole from her.
Fearing for their lives and not wanting to die by drowning, both men quickly told Diamond what she wanted to hear. Once she had verified what she had been told, instead of having Hedrick and Cameron dig the two men out, Diamond waited there with them, explaining the folly in fucking with her money, until the tide rolled in and was just inches from their faces.
“And that is why you’re gonna die here today,” Diamond announced, and then she left them there to die by suffocation.
“See you in hell!” one of the dealers shouted as she walked away, and those were his last words before the tide rolled in farther and submerged him.
So even though Hareem had no idea who Diamond was, he had to respect her gangster. If he could get her on board or out of the landscape altogether, then he would finally prove to his father and Imani that he could handle bigger things. His first thought had been to kill Cameron and Hedrick, thinking that with two of her soldiers dead, Diamond would have to make her presence known, and then he would have her. But when he’d told Imani his plan, she’d told him it was a bad idea, but what did she know about the dope game?
If she knew anything about the dope game, we wouldn’t have gotten run out of Miami, Hareem had thought. So he’d gone to his father, and Mr. O had lost his mind.
“Why the fuck do you think starting a war is the way you increase business?” And then Mr. O had explained all the reasons why going to war with Diamond was a bad idea.
“That’s what I told him,” Ms. Know-It-All Imani had said with that superior, “I’m better than you” scowl on her face. It was those looks that sometimes made Hareem feel like he didn’t belong, like he had to prove himself worthy of being her sister. He’d felt that way ever since the day he came to live with the family after his mother died.
Unlike his father and his sister, he had thought the move to Jacksonville was the best thing that could have happened to him. Whereas Mr. O had seen the move as him getting run out of Miami and Imani had seen it as a loss of power, prestige, and position, Hareem had seen it as his opportunity to step into the void when they decided to get out of the retail end of the game and go back to their core business: distribution and weapons trafficking.
When his father had relented and decided to go along with Hareem’s plan, Hareem had called his boys up from Miami, had broken into the Jacksonville market, and they’d gone major. Whereas he and his crew had been strictly small-timers in Miami, making just enough money to flash and play the role, in Jacksonville they were the Miami Boys, and they had come in hot and hard with a high-quality product. And like his father in his younger days, Hareem had the firepower to back himself up.
But on this night, as he sat in his car in front of Gianna Jennings’s house, his mind wasn’t only on business. Hareem’s mind was also on fucking Gianna. He had met her at a party that some friends had thrown at the Hilton Hotel on the Riverfront. She had first got his attention when she’d drawn a crowd while she danced. He had found out later that she used to dance in clubs before she got hooked up with Cameron.
The story goes that Gianna had had her thick thighs wrapped around a pole and was hanging upside down, shaking her titties, when Cameron came into the club. He had stood at the foot of the stage, tossing twenties at her, until Gianna slid down the pole to collect her money.
“Thank you, baby,” Gianna said as she picked up the money.
“There’s more where that came from,” Cameron said, and that was her last night dancing.
But what had drawn Hareem to her was her bragging to her girls at the party at the Hilton about being with Cameron and then her saying that she knew Diamond. That was all that Hareem had needed to hear. After he’d learned that, he had spent the rest of the evening talking up on Gianna. And that night, they’d left the party together and got a room of their own.
For the next couple of weeks, Hareem had worked her and had soon found out that Gianna didn’t actually know Diamond. She had met her only twice, when Diamond had come to Cameron’s house. If Gianna had chosen to be honest, she would have had to admit that the only conversation that she’d had with Diamond was when Diamond said to her in passing, “Girl, where’d you get those shoes?”
But Gianna had good pussy, and her head game was the truth, so Hareem had decided that he would fuck her one more time and be done with her. Hareem had called her earlier that day and had said he’d stop by that evening, and she had told him what time to come over. But when he was almost there, Gianna had called and said that Cameron had dropped by unexpectedly. She’d said that he probably wouldn’t be there long and that she’d call when he left.
“The nigga just need to get the fuck up outta there,” Hareem muttered aloud. Then he sat there thinking that since Cameron didn’t have anybody with him, he could just pop him when he came out of Gianna’s house. This would be the perfect opportunity to take him out. But then Hareem decided he would wait to hear what his father had to say about offing Cameron before he did anything.
Just then Hareem felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out, looked down out the screen, and took the call. “What’s up, Marty-mar?”
“Where you at?” his boy Martel asked.
He was Hareem’s right- and left-hand man. They had known each other since they were kids. They had started out in the game together, selling what little bit of dope that Hareem could steal from his father until they had made enough money to buy weight for themselves.
“I’m about to get into something. Why?”
“You remember me telling you about these three niggas that took a shot at Jamarcus and them?”
“Yeah, I remember. What about them?”
“I just saw them go into a house over on Forty-Fifth Street.”
“Those are Cameron’s people, right?”
“Yup. Sitting right here in that house, waiting to get taken.”
Hareem thought about it. Killing Cameron might be bad for business, but fucking with him would serve its purpose in more ways than one.
“Take them out. Let me know when it’s done,” Hareem said, thinking that it would get Cameron up outta Gianna’s place in a hurry.
“What he say?” Jamarcus asked when Martel had ended the call.
“He said take them out. Let him know when it’s done,” Martel said, and then he sent his men to the store on the corner.
When they returned, they had four forty-ounce bottles of beer, some dish towels, and a container of gasoline. Martel took all the bottles, unscrewed the tops, poured out the contents, and filled the bottles with gas as he knelt next to his car. Then he stuck a dish towel soaked with gas in each one. When he had given each man a bottle, Martel carried the gas container up the driveway and poured what gas was left around the outside of the house.
Martel’s men smashed the windows in the front room of the house, lit the towels in their bottles, and threw them inside the front room. Then they stood back, took out their guns, and watched as the room caught fire.
It didn’t take long before the front door swung open and Cameron’s men came running out, coughing. They were easily picked off, one by one, as they ran out of the burning house.
Chapter Eight
“It’s done,” Martel said and ended the call.
Hareem looked at his Gucci Dive watch. Five minutes later, he watched Cameron come running out of Gianna’s house, jump in his car, and speed off. Hareem waited a couple of minutes before he got out from behind the wheel, approached the front door, and rang the bell.
The door swung open. “You getting bold,” Gianna said and held open the door for him to come in. She was wearing a light blue kimono, and as near as he could tell, she had nothing on under it.
“Bold niggas get what they want ’cause they take it. Weak muthafuckas don’t get shit, ’cause they wait for somebody to give them shit.”
“And you a bold nigga, huh?” Gianna asked as she walked past him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to his chest.
“You fuckin’ right I am. I took you, didn’t I?” he replied while easing open her kimono. She stepped back just before his hand eased between her thighs, and she closed her kimono.
“You got that wrong,” Gianna said and went to sit down on the couch. “I let you have some.” She crossed her legs as Hareem sat down next to her. “But I ain’t the one to be taken.”
“So what’s up with you, Gianna?” he asked as she picked up the television remote and started flipping through the channels.
“Nothing. Just watching TV.”
Although Gianna was glad, even excited, that he was there, she was playing it as if his being there was no big deal. But it was a big deal. The question of whether he took her or she let him have some didn’t matter.
He fucked me so good and so hard, I thought I was losing my mind. That shit was hot. Just the thought of it makes my pussy clench, Gianna thought.
“What’s been up with you?” she asked as she looked at the dick print that was prominent on his thigh.
“Trying to make this money and survive in them streets, waiting patiently for another chance to be with you,” Hareem said, moving closer and putting his hand on her thigh. “Wondering when you gonna let me take you out, show you how I treat a woman.”
“You know I got a man. What if somebody sees us and tells him?”
Hareem shook his head. “Ain’t nobody that nigga know gonna see us in Saint Augustine or Daytona Beach.” Gianna smiled at the thought, because she rarely got out of Jacksonville. “Or better yet, why don’t you let me take you to Miami?”
“I’d like that,” Gianna said and turned toward him, releasing the grip she had on the kimono.
Hareem laughed. “I know that nigga don’t take you nowhere.”
She frowned. “We go to Red Lobster all the time.”
“Because that’s big time to him,” Hareem said, taking advantage of his new access to her body. He eased her kimono open a little. “You ever hear of Safe Harbor Seafood Restaurant?”
“No. Where that at?”
“Jax Beach.” He ran one finger between her breasts, then down to her navel. “It’s the best seafood restaurant in Jacksonville.”
“See, that’s the kind of place I needs to be going,” Gianna said and moved her hands from her lap.
“And I want to take you there,” Hareem said as his hand reached between her thighs. “The restaurant is on the Jacksonville Beach boat ramp, so it’s got a beautiful view of the water.” He chuckled. “What kinda view you got from the Red Lobster?”
“The parking lot and I-Ninety-Five,” Gianna said as Hareem patted her thigh. Her thighs parted for him, and his finger circled her clit.
“You deserved to be treated better than that.” Hareem leaned forward, rubbing his thumb across and around her wet button. He eased two fingers inside her, and she gasped. “I want to give you everything,” he said, fingering Gianna’s pussy in and out slowly.
“I want you to give me everything you want me to have,” she whispered.
Hareem eased another finger into Gianna and started to fuck her with his fingers, stretching her walls, and she tossed her hips back against them, making her pussy clench tightly around his fingers. But then Gianna wanted more, and she pushed him off.
“I need to take a shower,” she said and stood up, gathering her kimono tightly around her.
“Let’s go take a shower, then.” Hareem stood up, and they kissed. He held Gianna’s hand, and she led him into the bathroom to take a shower.
Gianna started to unzip his jeans, and he eased the kimono off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her body was tingling all over in anticipation of him taking her again. She thought about their first night together, when he had blown on her nipples and bitten one gently. They’d been hard and wet, so he’d flicked each one. They had been sitting on the couch in a jacuzzi suite at the Hilton. Hareem had a big, thick dick. Gianna had got on her knees and leaned over to take him deep in her throat as he’d sat back to enjoy watching her work. Her skills were extraordinary.
After a quick shower now, Hareem finger fucked Gianna as she gave him a hand job. They got into bed, and she grabbed a rubber. He covered himself, and in one fluid motion, he was inside of Gianna, going deep, and she was tossing her hips to meet his thrusts.
“Damn, this pussy is tight,” Hareem groaned.
“You’re so fucking big,” Gianna gasped.
Gianna’s skin slapped against his, and Hareem grabbed her ass, then pulled her back toward him. She loved it, but she wanted him to taste her. Gianna pushed him off her, and when he saw her petting her mound, he got between her legs and pushed apart her fat lips. Soon, her thighs were slick and covered with her juices.
“Suck that pussy just like that,” Gianna demanded.
She grabbed his head and held it there, because it was so damn good. When he inserted a finger and curled it against her G-spot, Gianna cried out. He told Gianna to kneel on the bed with her ass in the air. With a loud grunt, Hareem thrust his dick inside her.
“Fuck yeah!” he yelled.
Hareem began pumping in and out of Gianna quickly. It was so good that he had her screaming. Their rhythm was perfection, and both of them came hard.
Chapter Nine
After a night in which she tossed and turned repeatedly, Imani woke up tired. She never slept well when her father was out doing whatever it was that he did when he was out of the house. The fact that Brock was with him didn’t make it any better. As she had tried in vain to find a spot in which to get comfortable, Imani had been consumed with thoughts of what Brock was doing and whom he was doing it to. She knew that she had absolutely no right to be concerned with what Brock was doing, much less be jealous about it, but there she was, both concerned about what Brock was doing and jealous of the person he was doing it to.
She finally was able to drift off the sleep once she accepted one simple fact. He had just got out of prison after ten years, and so he deserved to be elbow deep in some woman’s pussy.
It just would be nice if it were mine, Imani thought as she got out of bed and went downstairs to work out in the home gym. That’s all right. If he’s meant for you, you will have him.
After her workout, during which she released all the pent-up aggression that she had built up the night before, Imani returned to her room to take a shower. Once the water had reached the perfect temperature for her, Imani stepped into the shower stall. She let the water caress her body before she picked up a loofah, applied some Olay ultra-moisture shea-butter body wash to it, and ran it over her skin. As the hot water washed over her, Imani thought about what she was going to wear that day, and then her mind drifted to thoughts of Brock and of making love to him. She closed her eyes and thought about Brock’s rough hands traveling down to her stomach and settling between her thighs and about his hand petting her wanting mound and coaxing her lips open for him.
Imani put the loofah down, rinsed off, and let her hands caress her body. She ran her fingers across her nipples, down to her stomach, and then in between her thighs. She very slowly ran one finger up and down her slit. Her mouth opened unconsciously as Imani worked her sensitive button, plucked it and made circles around it, and then she dipped a finger inside. Once Imani felt her walls tighten around her finger, imagining that it was Brock moving in and out of her hard and fast, her body shuddered. Then she got out of the shower, dried off, wrapped a towel around herself, and left the bathroom to start getting dressed.
Once Imani had put on an Agent Provocateur “Tanya” cage bra and a strappy thong, she headed to the closet to pick out something to wear. Standing in her clothes closet, swaying to the beat in her mind, Imani chose an Escada “Python” jacquard three-quarter-length-sleeve dress. She complimented the outfit with David Yurman “Châtelaine” stud earrings with Hampton Blue topaz and Jimmy Choo “Romy” leather pumps. After taking one last look at herself in the full-length mirror, Imani grabbed her Tom Ford “Alix” tote bag and went downstairs to have some breakfast before heading to work.
