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TQ looked in her rear view mirror and saw a woman walking down the street. “They need to hurry the fuck up,” she said aloud and glanced at her watch again. When she looked up again, the woman was standing next to the car.
“Good morning, Sunshine,” Rain said and put two in her head. “Gamma to Omega.”
“Go ahead,” Jackie said.
“Getaway driver neutralized,” Rain said and laughed a little.
“Acknowledged. Omega to Alpha.”
“Alpha.”
“Assume attack positions.”
“Acknowledged, Omega,” Monika said and turned to Nick and Travis. “Let’s move,” she said and her, Nick and Travis exited the van.
Monika climbed on top of the van with a rifle and positioned herself. Nick and Travis moved quickly and took up positions on either side of the street. Rain hid in front of TQ’s car.
The getaway car headed north on Piedmont Avenue and turned right onto John Wesley Dobbs Avenue and turned right again at Bell Street where TQ was waiting in a clean car to make their getaway.
“Here they come,” Jackie said as she watched them turn on Bell Street.
They parked the car behind TQ and got out. Darryl and Alan were carrying the bags with the money. Once they had all exited the vehicle, Monika fired. Her first shot hit the driver in the back of the head. Travis shot the other. Alan pulled his gun and looked to see where the shot came from, but before he got a shot off, Nick opened fire on him. He went down.
“Alan!” D
arryl shouted as he watched his brother die. He fired back and ran toward the car. That’s when Rain stood up and put two in his chest. Nick took the bag from Alan, while Rain relieved Darryl of his bag. Jackie pulled up alongside them in the van. Once they were all in, she drove off.
CHAPTER TWO
Nassau, Bahamas
Mike Black and his daughter, Michelle, left Meka Brazil at Atlantis and headed home. Things had gone from great to really fucked up for Meka. She was Black’s financial advisor and for a while, when the market was up, Meka flew high along with it, and when it dropped she came down hard. It wasn’t that she had made bad investments. When consumer confidence in the stability of the markets dropped and investors began pulling money out, Meka lost big.
As a result of those losses, she was let go by the firm she was working for and they went under shortly after that. Now Meka only had one client left and she knew from her previous experiences that they weren’t using her to launder their money. She knew that game and how it worked, because it was how Meka earned a living while she lived in Miami. When things got a little hot in Miami, Meka moved north and put that life behind her, or so she thought.
One night when Meka came home, she unlocked the door to her apartment and flipped on the lights. Her apartment looked like it had been hit by a cyclone. Then she felt the cold steel at the base of her neck. “Hello, Meka.” She recognized the voice. It was Cerrone Merkerson. Before she left Miami Meka stole half a million dollars from him. She knew he was there to kill her.
He gave her a couple of days to come up with the money Meka owed him. Meka spent the day on the phone at her office trying to come up with at least some of the money she needed to give Cerrone. But her efforts were not successful. It was getting late in the day and she was running out of options fast.
When Meka got to her apartment that night, she was surprised to see Cerrone lying on her bed. Meka’s eyes cut immediately to the gun lying next to him. It took some doing, but Meka was able to calm Cerrone down. She started walking toward the closet. “Where you think you goin’? I ain’t done with you,” Cerrone said and pointed the gun at Meka.
“I’m going to put on something special for you,” Meka said and kept walking toward the closet. “You don’t need that gun. I told you, it ain’t got to be like that.”
“Hurry up,” Cerrone said. He put the gun down and leaned back as Meka disappeared into the closet. When she came out of the closet, Meka walked toward him with her eyes focused on his gun. Meka reached the bed, took the gun from behind her back and pointed it at Cerrone.
“What you doin’?” Cerrone said and reached for his gun.
When Meka opened her eyes, she had fired three times. Two to the chest and one at his groin. She stood there for a while, holding the gun and looking at Cerrone’s body. Later that evening, she met Black. Meka leaned forward. “I killed somebody tonight,” she said softly. Black listened as Meka told him what she had done. “Tomorrow morning you go to the airport, to Delta,” Black told her. “There’ll be a ticket to Nassau waiting for you. When you get there go to Atlantis, there’ll be a suite reserved in your name.”
Meka arrived in Nassau that next morning and checked in the suite that Black had arranged for her. When Black arrived on the island a couple of days later, he and Michelle went to Atlantis. They talked as they walked along the beach.
“So what now?” Meka asked.
“You stick around here for while. Like I said, have some fun, do the spa thing, do some shopping.”
“I already did,” Meka said and hit a turn.
“You look nice, but you always do,” Black said. He had always found Meka to be a very attractive woman. But he tried to never mix sex with money. It was always bad for business. “We’ll talk in a couple of days. I’m sure I can make use of your skills.”
