Tampa Black: Part ! (10 page)

Moments later, as the unmarked squad car containing Trion pulled off; Mr. Kessler arrived at the scene. Stepping out of his new eggshell white BMW, Mr. Kessler was clean in his navy blue Giorgio Armani suit and matching Mauri Gators. Approaching detective Lawson, Mr. Kessler visually sized him up before speaking.

“Pardon me sir, may I speak to the officer in charge?”

Now becoming fully aware of the clean cut lawyer, detective Lawson turned to analyze him before replying.

“Yes, I'm detective Lawson. How can I help you?”

“Well sir, I'm here on behalf of my client, Mr. Trion Napper. I am his lawyer, Mr. Kessler. May I ask why he was pulled over, and is being detained?”

Hearing Mr. Kessler’s inquiry sent detective Lawson over the edge.

“Listen you fake ass low budget Johnny Cochran, I don't give a fuck who you are, or who your client is. Now get the fuck out of my sight before I charge you with obstructions...”

Unfazed by the detective’s small tantrums, Mr. Kessler smiled before turning to walk away. Before stepping inside of his vehicle, Mr. Kessler called out to the detective,   

  “Mr. Lawson... I'm sure I'll see you around sir. Maybe next time we will meet on more neutral ground. Have a good evening Sir...”

Watching the obviously arrogant lawyer pull off, detective Lawson cursed under his breath as he kicked one of the tires on Trion’s Range Rover. Eight hour later at central booking, Trion was released on a thousand-dollar bond for a blunt roach that was found in his ashtray. Stepping into the lobby, Trion greeted Mr. Kessler with a handshake. 

“What's good Kess?”

After returning his greeting, Mr. Kessler looked in Trion’s eyes with concerns.

“How are you doing Trion? Listen, I've done some research on detective Lawson and I'm telling you now that he's going to be a problem, so step light around the city. The Feds are in town, and the pressure is on...”

CHAPTER 14

RULE WITH AN IRON FIST

As the evening stars glistened in the sky like rare diamonds scattered across black sand, the Caribbean breeze was intoxicating. Pulling up to her elaborate mansion in a black convertible Rolls Royce Phantom, Patra looked over at Zion with a passion so deep that at that moment she knew that she could never be without him in her life again. Sensing her eyes on him, Zion turned to meet her gaze. Almost as if he could read her mind, Zion learned over and gently grabbed her chin, as he kissed her softly on her lips. Nibbling a trail from her earlobe to her neck, Zion whispered.

“If time could grant us forever, I would stand by your side for eternity…”

At that moment no other words needed to be spoken…

Once inside, leading Zion into her bedroom; Patra began to feel a tingling sensation in her womanhood as it began to get wet, leaking moisture into her French cut panties.  Turning to face him, she slid her tongue into his mouth passionately kissing him, as she reached down and massaged his growing manhood through his pants.     

Reaching his breaking point, Zion wrapped his arms around her thick frame; grabbing her ass cheeks before lifting her completely off of her feet. Immediately her thick mahogany thighs wrapped themselves around his waist.

Reaching the bed, Zion laid her down softly as her long beautiful dreads

scattered wildly across the comforter.  Relieving her of her blouse and bra,

Patra’s erect nipples stood firmly on top of her perky chocolate breasts craving attention. Sensing their desire, he engulfed her nipples with the warmth of his mouth sending chills of ecstasy racing up and down her spine.

As he pulled her skirt up and slid his fingers into her panties, he could feel the warm sticky wet welcome of her throbbing pussy.  Feeling her erect clit, Zion began to massage it as his fingers slid in and out of her wet walls, and he sucked on the chocolate drops that sat on top of her breast. Firmly grabbing his wrist to hold his hand in place. She began to wine her hips slowly picking up the pace as she rode his fingers until her body began to spasm and she came.

Throwing aside her skirt and panties, Patra pushed Zion on to his back and removed his pants. Stroking the length of his dick, her mouth began to water as she took him deep into her throat while playing with her wet pussy. As she deep throated his dick twirling her tongue around its head the way he liked it, she felt his manhood begin to stiffen in her mouth. Knowing that he was about to culm, she took his dick out of her mouth and straddled it, allowing it to stretch out her moist walls.

As she rode his dick, she wined her hips taking him deeper and deeper inside of her until she consumed every inch of him. Feeling herself about to explode, Patra began to speed up the pace as he skeeted deep inside her. After Patra’s pussy exploded all over Zion’s dick saturating it with its juices, she laid her head on his chest breathless. Fulfilled, she closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat until she drifted off into oblivion. Neither of them knew the blessing that this night would bring, but time would tell.

The following morning as Patra and Zion were having breakfast at her favorite beachfront café, she noticed a black Yukon with dark tinted windows parked across the street. The truck may not have seemed out of place under normal circumstances, but Patra had been eating at this restaurant for years and had never seen this truck. To add to her suspicion, the brake lights were visibly being pressed signaling that someone was inside.

Wiping her mouth, Patra spoke to Zion through her napkin masking her words.

“Darling don’t look, but it looks like we have some company wit questionable intentions. Whoever is in de black Yukon parked across de street has been watching us since we sat down.”

Feeling the tension in the air, Zion eased the safety off on the black P.90 that he had hidden in his waistband.            

“Listen Flower, I am going to step into de restaurant and try to come out behind de truck. If de mon is watching you, he will never see me coming. Sit still until I return …”

As Zion stepped into the cafe to execute his plan, she slid her hand into her purse; taking her favorite chrome glock off safety. After waiting a moment or two, Patra quickly became annoyed with the waiting game. Seeing a taxi coming up the road, she sized up her chances and seized the opportunity. As the taxi pulled between the cafe and the Yukon, Patra waved it down quickly making her way to the rear passenger door with her hand still in her purse.

What happened next sent the whole block into a state of chaos and panic. Just as the two dreads in the Yukon decided to seize what they thought was the perfect opportunity for their hit, Patra quickly turn towards the truck as her hand came free of her purse and bullets from her glock begin to savagely eat through glass and flesh. As the glass shattered and the bullets begin to rip through the dreads face and chest, the cab driver’s instincts kicked in. Stomping on the gas pedal, he tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and the bloodshed. On the island everyone knew that a witness to a murder was more than likely the next victim, so they kept it moving as if nothing happened.

Running up to the passenger side of the Yukon with his gun drawn, Zion aimed his firearm inside of the truck; looking for any sign of life. Opening the driver’s side door, Patra looked inside. When she saw the tiger emblem hanging from the rear view mirror, she knew exactly who had sent the hit; Tigga...

Making their way back inside of her phantom, Patra pulled off into traffic like she didn't have a care in the world.

Looking over at the only woman whom he had ever truly loved, Zion couldn’t restrain his tongue any longer.

“I thought I told you to stay put and let me handle it?”

Amused by his protectiveness, Patra smiled to herself as she sensually rubbed his thigh.

“Relax darling. Some tings require a womon’s touch, Besides, dere are plenty of issues left to be handled. Your turn will soon come…”

Turning up the volume, she allowed Sade’s lyrics to ease her spirit as she plotted revenge on her enemies for today’s disrespect. Tigga would have to pay dearly for his transgressions. He had just made a fatal mistake, and little did he know; it would cost him everything…

As greyhounds raced around the dog track chasing the mechanical rabbit, Tigga sat in a Lazy Boy recliner inside of his spacious Sky box in the AC; as millions were being won and lost on the races below. The second race of the day had just gotten underway, and anxieties were at an all-time high. Tigga’s premier dog was favored to win with five to one odds, so he had just bet two of his comrades two million dollars apiece. Although Tigga’s dog Lucky Feet began the race in an astonishing speed, it was now the last leg of the race and he had fallen to third place. Sensing Tigga’s anxiety, one of the attractive twin sisters that he had chosen to accompany him for the day, poured him a drink before walking over to him. Sitting on his lap, she handed it to him. When the dogs crossed the finish line ending the race, Tigga exploded at the thought of the four million dollars he had just lost.

“Jah! … De blood clot dog just cost me four blood clot million dollars!”

Knowing that they wouldn’t live to spend the money they had just won if they stayed, Tigga’s comrades excused themselves while the twins made it their business to take Tigga’s mind off of his losses. One of the sexy caramel completed twins sat on the arm of the recliner. Leaning over she slipped her tongue into Tigga’s mouth, while the other twin effortlessly unbuckled his Armani slacks freeing his manhood from his captivity. Slipping it deep into her throat, she worked it like a professional…

In the meantime, back at Tigga’s secluded mansion, his wife was cooking while his sons Zie played in the yard. Sadly, the bodyguard watching over Zie never stood a chance. As he watched Zie play, a silent slug from Zion’s glock 40 ripped through the back of his skull, causing his body to crumble to the ground instantly.

Snatching little Zie up by surprise, one of Patra’s men covered the child’s mouth and moved inside of the mansion with military precision. Wiping her hands on her apron, Tara turned around to call Zie to come in and eat when she came face to face with the barrel of Patra’s glock. Dragging Tara and Zie into the living room, Patra instructed Tara to tango Tigga.

As Patra waited for Tigga to answer the call, she looked around at the inside of the mansion with admiration.

“You have a beautiful home darling. It's too bad it's about to get bloody, tanks to your husband.”

With pleading eyes, Tara begged Patra to spare Zie.

“Please... Spare me son’s life. I don't know wat my husband has done, but Zie is only eight. Don't punish him for de sins of his father...”

Finally getting himself together, Tigga fumbled to answer the call. As the screen of the phone came to life, nothing could help prepare him for what he saw. Two AK47’s were pointed at his wife and his son's head as they sat side by side with tears in their eyes. Sensing that death was near, Tara said a silent prayer for herself and her son. Tigga was devastated as he looked on hopelessly.

“Wat is the meaning of dis? I will pay, wat is de price? Please spare my family...”

While Tigga watched his family getting slaughtered, one of the sexy twins pulled a small hunting knife from her holster on her thigh. Walking up behind Tigga, she slit his throat from ear to ear without hesitation. Watching the life leave his body through the screen, Patra and her small team of shooters walked out of the front door of Tigga’s bloody mansion, leaving the dead bodies in her wake as a sign of her dominance.

Now with Tigga dead, Patra had consolidated her power over Kingston. There were sure to be more attempts on her life, and even more contenders for her throne; but for now she was a lioness and Kingston was her pride. From this day forward, Patra would rule with an Iron fist…

CHAPTER 15

SILENCE OR DEATH

Listening to reggaeton with his feet kicked up on his desk, the Cuban crime boss whom everybody knew as Cuba; was watching his accountant crunch numbers when his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. Annoyed by the interruption, he answered the call.                         “Who the fuck is this?”

Unfazed by Cuba’s rude inquiry, Smoke spoke into the receiver with a hint of laughter in his voice.