“They say this thing goes a thousand feet in the air.” Carlos said.
“Yeah, it does.” Justice looked at Carlos and noticed that he kept a straight face. “Lemme find out you scared.”
“Hell no I ain’t scared of heights,” Carlos responded as if that were the craziest thing in the world. “I got frequent flyer miles, remember?”
“Aiight.” Justice wasn’t convinced. They stepped on the elevator with a few other people and the ride up seemed to take forever. The music that was playing in the background was annoying, and Carlos gripped her hand tighter than usual. When they got off the elevator, they enjoyed the view of Lake Michigan and they overheard someone saying they could see the location where Illinois, Indiana, Michigan and Wisconsin met.
After listening to the tour guide and the recordings at the observatory, Justice and Carlos grabbed a bite to eat at one of the hot dog stands. They continued playing and flirting like little kids, teasing and lightly caressing one another. Every so often, Carlos would sneak a kiss on her cheeks or a peck on the lips. Slowly easing his way in.
They rode the red Double Decker buses as they toured the attractions around the city. Although Justice was a native and had seen all of this a thousand times before, she was enjoying seeing it with Carlos. Carlos got to see the Sears Tower, the U.S. Cellular Stadium again—they were even taken to some of the historical sections of downtown Chicago; heard old mob stories and rode past Harpo Studios, where they filmed the now defunct
Oprah Winfrey Show.
After their ride, Justice talked Carlos into taking her to The Chicago Chop House. The last time she was there was to commemorate the one year anniversary of Phire & Ice with Toni and Twin.
“This is nice,” Carlos interrupted her thoughts as they took a seat.
“Yeah, I wish I’d come to this place more often but it’s so many great places to eat in Chicago.”
Carlos opened the menu and he smiled when he saw the offering. “I think I’m going to try this lamb lollipop joint—they serve this at Crave.”
The waiter came and took their order, which Carlos completed with potato pancakes, turtle cheesecake with Sauvignon Blanc white wine. As Justice listened to Carlos order, she realized that she never had a man who treated her the way Carlos treated her. She became impressed with the way Carlos wooed her and tried to win her heart. She was trying to remember the last time she was wined and dined—guys usually did half the work and expected to get the ass as if it were that easy.
After dinner, Justice took Carlos to meet her father. This was Carlos’s first time meeting the man and upon first glance he thought he was seeing Monk in reincarnation. “Wow,” was all he could say as he stared at the older man in disbelief.
“I know, right,” Justice said as she read Carlos’s silent thought.
The three of them had a glass of wine as they talked well into the night. Justice never mentioned to Tyson that Carlos was the one who his son had been beefing with just before his death. After a few hours of conversing and getting to know one another Carlos and Tyson found a mutual respect for one another and Justice was pleased that they had hit it off so well.
***
Justice and Carlos didn’t make it past the living room before things heated up. Carlos’s long sleeve button up and his A-line T-shirt were off his chiseled body before they’d gotten to the couch. Justice sucked on his nipples while she reached into his pants to grasp his hardening dick. As she reached up to kiss him, Carlos had unbuttoned her green button up top to reveal the top half of a black lace bra and panty set. Carlos effortlessly unhooked the latch with one hand and freed her breasts from bondage. It was his turn to play with her nipples and when he bit the tip, Justice moaned in ecstasy.
Carlos moved back a little, so Justice could unhook his jeans, and in the meantime, he kicked his Gucci sneakers off. As Carlos crawled out of his pants, Justice was reacquainted with the dick she used to be so obsessed with. Carlos continued to suck on each of her breasts, flicking his tongue in circles, spelling out their names with his tongue, and the occasional bite that seemed to make Justice moan even louder. He continued to lick and go low and slowly pull her skirt down. Justice reached up to undo the hooks at the top of her knee-high boots. And without missing a beat, Carlos slid them off of her feet.
Justice felt Carlos’s tongue find her clit. She looked down, enjoying watching Carlos wine and dine on her moistening pussy as if he were having his last supper. The way Carlos paid attention to her body and continued moving his tongue and lips to play with all parts of her pussy was making Justice squirm. Her body was so heated and Carlos was playing with her clit with just the right amount of pressure to make her feel as if she needed to pee. As he sucked her clit with fervor, she tried vigorously to push his head away because she could no longer hold back the liquid aching to escape her vagina. All of a sudden, her body became electrified, and she screamed as she squirted for the first time in her life! She had heard tales of women ejaculating, but had never had a man make her experience this sensation until now.
“Oooooooh-shit!” Justice continued to moan as she could feel her toes curl. Carlos lifted his head up and she could see her wetness dripping from his goatee. Then he raised her legs up, pushing back as far as he could and proceeded to toss Justice’s salad, tickling and teasing her asshole. That excited her in a way she never thought possible. “Fuck!”
Justice wished they had more room so she could suck his dick—make him feel the way he was making her feel at that moment. As he continued to alternate between eating her pussy and eating her ass, she wondered where he had learned that trick from because it was definitely causing her to have orgasm, after orgasm, after orgasm. Her body continued to shiver as he continued to make her soaked. Carlos persistently licked at her love as he slowly stroked his throbbing erection.
Justice exhaled and screamed, and when she couldn’t stand it any longer she now was ready for the dick. She brought him up for air. She wanted to stand, but she couldn’t because her legs felt like rubber. Carlos sat beside her and she was determined to climb on top of him and ride that thick, thug dick in a way that it had never been ridden before.
Justice was able to get up and sit in Carlos’s lap. She gyrated on his dick while she kissed his lips and sucked on his neck. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt their flow, but she was determined to make Carlos put on a rubber. She asked if he had any and watched as he reached for his jeans. After rolling the condom down his rigid penis, he sat back down and Justice climbed back on top. She moved her hips up and Carlos looked her in the eyes as he slipped inside. They paused for a minute, so Justice could get used to Carlos’s thickness. It had been a minute since she had let a nigga break down her sugar walls, and Carlos was reveling in how tight she was. After the initial shock, they wore the couch into the ground, rocking it against the wall with each thrusting of their hips.
Carlos lifted Justice up and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to her bedroom so they could have more room to play.
***
“So what’s the real deal with you and Tan?” Justice asked once Carlos had awakened from his sex-induced sleep. It was the first time either of them had climaxed at the same time, and the first time they went to sleep shortly afterwards.
Carlos looked at Justice, gritted at her, and stood up, exposing his backside. He pulled up his pants and walked to her bathroom. After he finished doing his business, he came back into the room and searched for his T-shirt. He looked at Justice and shook his head. “You
would
fuck up a good night by asking about that broad.”
“You act like you didn’t think this was coming.” Justice got out of bed and rushed to put on her robe. “I wanna know what’s up with that bitch because we got unfinished business.”
“But, do you gotta finish it right now?”
“Better time than any.” Justice responded. Carlos got out of the bed and looked out of the window. A large part of him wanted to return to the bed and get in another round, but thinking about murder and Tan made it hard for him to keep his dick hard. After staring at the skyline, he walked back to the bed and reached out to Justice.
“If you wanna murk that bitch, it’s simple,” Carlos said as he nuzzled on her neck. “Make her come to you.”
“Make her come to me?” Justice pulled back, trying to focus on the issue at hand, and not be consumed by the tingling sensation Carlos was causing by kissing on her neck.
“Yeah.” Carlos looked her in the eyes. “Make her follow you. And you do her on your terms, not because you think she’s chasin’ you. You know that bitch’ll travel all over the world to find you. Bring her to Chicago. In fact, I can put the word out that you will be at Phire & Ice on a certain date. Tan will try to come in incognegro to blend in with the crowd. She’ll come in, she’ll see you, and take the first shot. Once you see her, you’re on your own turf and you just shoot the bitch and be done with it. You’ll even get to claim self-defense.”
“This sounds
too
easy.”
“That’s because it
is
easy.” Carlos continued. “Don’t you have a major artist comin’ to the club soon?”
“Yeah, Kanye’s comin’ thru.” It was the first time Justice had revealed who she had gotten to come to her club. “But I ain’t tryna fuck up my money. I’d rather handle it after Kanye comes to the club. I need that business.”
“What’s more important to you, Tan or Kanye? That bitch murked Monk in cold blood.”
At the mention of Monk’s name, Justice immediately became overwhelmed with grief and anger. Carlos peeped her demeanor and continued to lay out his idea. “Your excuse for your actions will be that she came after you after an argument about a man or some shit like that. You let it go. And after a few days she brings the drama to your club. You kill the bitch in your club and everyone will see she came at you first. Then everything you say will stick because you’ll get to play the victim.”
Justice smiled a little. In her mind, she could see painting Tan as some psycho-stalker bitch, which wouldn’t have been too far from the truth.
“So lure her to the club?” Justice repeated.
“It’s just that simple,” Carlos repeated, as he slowly slipped Justice’s robe off. His thickness had returned to the middle of his waist. He snuck a finger down and could feel Justice getting wet. He slipped his pants off and began to grind on Justice. He really wanted to feel her wetness engulf his dick without the barrier of a condom hindering it, but out of respect, he put on another rubber as Justice turned around and allowed Carlos to pick her up and slid her down on his dick. The familiar carnal lust had returned and he moved her up and down his shaft while he reached down to her nipple and placed it in his mouth. As he moved her to the bed, he made a few quick thrusts before he got on top of her and gave her everything he had, thrusting deeply while massaging her clit making a vow to continue bringing her to ecstasy.
CHAPTER TWENTY- SEVEN
Tan waited patiently in her Benz for Carlos to come out of the gate at the Charlotte Douglass Airport. She looked at the nine and the silencer sitting in the passenger’s seat next to her. As she looked at the gate, the thought crossed her mind to murk Carlos upon arrival if he was trying to play her. The problem was there weren’t too many people in Charlotte that had a silver-color S-Class Benz, and one trip to the DMV would’ve put her on the suspects list easily.
But killin’ his ass may not get me close to
that
bitch,
Tan reasoned.
And there was nothing more important to Tan than seeing that bitch bleed in the worse way.
Tan unscrewed the silencer and placed it in the side panel and the nine back in her purse. She decided she would listen to what this nigga had to say. She looked up and saw Carlos walking toward her with a huge, black overnight bag over his shoulder. Tan popped the trunk for him to put the bag in and unlocked the door for him to get in.
Carlos took a seat inside the Benz. “Is that Justice you’ve got tucked away in that bag for me?” Tan joked to see the reaction she’d get from him.
Carlos laughed. “You funny. I actually chopped her up and I got one of my boys sending you a piece of her every week until you get all of that bitch.”
Tan rolled her eyes and sped off. His attempt at dry humor pissed her off more than it amused her. When Tan looked out of the side view mirror, she saw the security guard following behind her in one of their trucks. She slowed down so she wouldn’t get a ticket. Carlos looked out the side mirror and saw the guard make the circle at the gate. He leaned into Tan’s space like he was going to kiss her and whispered, “These muthafuckas hate seeing Black or Hispanic people flaunting the success they’ll never have.” He readjusted himself in his seat.
“So what’s the bitch been up to?” Tan said as she pulled out of the airport and got on Billy Graham Parkway, heading toward I-85.
“Justice ain’t doing too bad.” Carlos admitted.
Tan’s face got red with envy. How dare this nigga sitting next to me gloat about that bitch?
“She got a strip joint named Phire & Ice,” Carlos continued. “If you wanted to get in and out of Chicago undetected, the best thing for you to do is to hit her up at the club. She’s planning a big party for Kanye in the next few weeks. He doin’ a home concert and she just landed the contract for them to have an after party.”
A smile crept across Tan’s lips. “So what do I do, just walk in there and shoot her ass?” She was being sarcastic because Carlos had not divulged any details.
“No.” Carlos was firm and deliberate. “You don’t walk in at all. What you do is create a diversion in the club and her ass’ll come runnin’ out with everybody else.” He paused, and then continued. “When she comes out the front door, you peel her wig back with that chrome and that silencer you got tucked away in your purse, and disappear in the crowd and no one will ever notice that you were there.”