“Hello!” Deidre picked up the call that she regarded as most important.
“Hey, beautiful, how long before you’re ready to go?”
R.J. asked in his deep baritone.
A huge smile spread across Deidre’s face. This dude was fucking getting in my head in the worst way, she thought to herself. “Give me about an hour. I’m driving, so I’ll meet you there,” Deidre said, still smiling.
“Are you smiling?” R.J. asked, knowing the answer.
“Not at all!” Deidre lied, trying in vain to straighten her face.
“Yeah, right! I know everything!” he laughed.
“I will see you at the party,” Deidre chuckled, hanging up the phone.
The time Deidre spent with R.J. made her happier than she’d ever been. He made her forget that she was an agent every time.
She walked over to the bed, picked up her wire and placed it in the nightstand drawer. “Won’t be needing that!” she whispered as she pushed the drawer shut.
It was the grand re-opening of the Candy Shop. The line outside extended from the front doors to around the block, and down another block. Hundreds of people turned out.
The club had received a beautiful make over. Chastity changed the color of the entire interior to bright candy apple red, including the hard wood floors. The stage had five shiny poles instead of one, and there was a huge mural of the F.A.B. painted on the back wall. Chastity’s face was the largest in the painting, with smaller depictions of Tori and Leticia at each side of her. When the spotlight hit the stage, everyone could see the dancers, but they could also see the beautiful faces of the F.A.B. There were eight cages suspended from the ceilings throughout the club, each holding a beautiful girl dancing inside.
All of the patrons were in awe at how beautiful everything turned out. They all had the same jaw dropping reaction when entering the arched doorway. From the cheers resounding through the crowd, it was clear that everyone was enjoying themselves.
“. . . I’ll take you to the Candy Shop,
Give you one taste of what I got.
Keep going ’til you hit the spot,
Whoa! . . .”
The Fifty Cent and Olivia lyrics had the crowd jumping. It was the perfect song for the night. The party was in full swing. All of the club’s working girls were making money hand over fist, and “candy” sales were tipping the scales. Chastity had done well for herself, once again.
Deidre finished her apple martini and looked out into the atmosphere from the bar. She saw R.J. approaching out of the corner of her eye, but decided to ignore him and play it cool.
R.J. rushed up to her, gave her a once over and grabbed her hand. “Yo, dance with me!” he screamed into Deidre’s ear.
“A’ight,” she agreed. She would do anything to get near him.
Scrambling to find an empty spot on the dance floor, they pressed against each other and danced close, even to the fast songs. Deidre felt R.J.’s nature rise every time she swiped her body up against his. A month after their first date, and several hundred dollars worth of flowers later, Deidre felt herself crossing a dangerous line. One of the cardinal rules for an undercover is: “Never fall in love”.
This life is better than being an agent on any day, Deidre thought to herself. She was enjoying her new lifestyle more than she expected. Carefree living, tax-free money, shopping, and no problems—what a life! She was feeling closer than ever to the F.A.B. Chastity trusted her and had put her in charge of collecting money from all of the new dancer/ pushers that worked at the Candy Shop.
“Excuse me, can I cut in?” Chastity yelled over the music, placing her body between her brother and Deidre. Although she liked Deidre, Chastity was still territorial when it came to R.J.
“Sure,” Deidre conceded, stepping aside.
R.J. laughed as he reached over and grabbed Deidre’s hand, pulling her back towards him. Chastity danced in front of her brother while Deidre danced behind him. They all laughed. It was like they’d known each other all of their lives.
“Hey, I wanna talk to everybody about something,” Chastity announced to R.J. and Deidre.
“When? Now?” Deidre asked, still moving in sync with the music.
“Yeah, in my office,” Chastity said, stopping her motion.
“A’ight, c’mon,” R.J. said. They all walked single file off the dance floor.
R.J. never let go of Deidre’s hand. Along the way, they grabbed Tori and Leticia.
Everyone made themselves comfortable in Chastity’s newly remodeled office. She sat at a long brown and red-speckled lacquer table located in the center of the office, with ten leather swivel chairs around it. Nothing but the best, Deidre thought to herself. Chastity whispered something to R.J., and he excused himself. Deidre followed him with her eyes until he was out the door.
“Yo, Chazz, what is this shit about? I got bitches all over me out there,” Leticia complained, sweat glistening all over her face.
“Just relax!” Chastity demanded.
Tori was silent. Deidre noticed that she seemed unusually distant and didn’t look too hot either. Tori had a simple ponytail in her hair and wore no makeup. She had huge bags under her eyes, like she hadn’t slept in years. Deidre found it especially strange that on a night like this, Tori wouldn’t be dressed to kill, as usual. Instead, she wore a fuchsia Juicy Couture sweat suit with a matching bag. Cute, but not appropriate for the occasion.
After everyone was seated, Chastity began. “Ladies, we have finally arrived at the big time,” she said, raising her shot glass of Patron. “I must admit, three girls from the ’hood have changed the way shit is done. Nobody can touch the F.A.B. crew,” she continued. All of the ladies looked on reverently.
“First, to my main bitch, T-baby. W go back like babies on pacifiers. You have proved to me that you got my back. Death before dishonor! To you, my nigga! Loca, you know how I feel about a bitch. You down for whatever, and I got the utmost respect for your gangsta. I know you always got my back. Ya’ll bitches is the truth!” Chastity proclaimed, raising her glass in tribute. The ladies followed suit. Giving Tori a shout-out had burned Chastity, but she had to keep fronting for now.
“And last but not least, DeeDee. I don’t usually trust outside bitches. When I first met you that night, I was like, yo, who is this country bumpkin’ bitch, kickin’ in the door wavin’ the four-four? But you can bang with the best of them. You are officially a part of F.A.B., and that shit is from the heart. Not to mention that you might be my sister-inlaw in a minute!” Chastity continued, chuckling and again raising her glass in tribute. She walked over to a blushing, guilt-ridden Deidre and put her hands on her shoulders. “As a matter of fact, we’re graduating yo’ ass today. Everybody, raise your glasses to the new Sergeant of our crew! To DeeDee, the bitch from that backwards ass D.C. with more New York heart than some niggas! Cheers!” Chastity shouted enthusiastically, clinking her glass against Deidre’s and Tori’s. Chastity wanted Tori to be jealous.
“That’s wasup! Who the fuck are we?” Chastity cheered like an athletic team coach.
“F.A.B.!” they all yelled in unison.
Deidre gulped her Patron, squinting her eyes from the tangy taste, and feeling right at home. She was with her newfound crew—her girls—the Fly Ass Bitches. At that moment, there was no place she’d rather be.
“A’ight, fuck the bullshit! There’s money to be made!” Tori proclaimed, jumping up from her seat. She was seething inside. If she would have stayed another minute, she felt like she might pull out on Chastity and shoot the bitch right in her smart-ass mouth.
“Yeah, I’m going back to my private party,” Leticia chimed in, following Tori out of the door.
As Deidre got up to follow Tori and Leticia out of Chastity’s office, Chastity whispered to her, “Yo, DeeDee, let me holla at you for a minute.”
“Wasup?” Deidre asked, turning back.
“Keep an eye on her. I think she’s stealing from me and shit,” Chastity s
aid, pointing towards the door.
“Who?” Deidre asked incredulously.
“Tori, that’s who. I think her paper been short for a minute. For real, I think she’s stealing. Plus, I heard through the grapevine she might be tootin’ n’ shit,” Chastity announced seriously.
“Nah, I don’t think she would do some shit like that,” Deidre replied, shaking her head in disbelief.
“I’m just saying, I will have the bitch killed if she fucks with my paper, that’s all,” Chastity replied flatly, laying the foundation.
“It won’t come to that, I’m sure. But I’ll keep an eye on her,” Deidre assured.
Diedre was in a rush to find out where R.J. disappeared to. She had to admit to herself that she was feeling him hard, and the liquor she had consumed made her horny as hell.
As she bumped her way through the crowd, she ran headfirst into someone. “Oops! Excuse me!” Deidre said, looking up into the man’s face.
“You’re excused, beautiful,” Officer Duke said, looking down at her.
“Thanks,” Deidre said, rushing off.
Officer Duke turned around and followed her with his eyes. Damn, she looks very familiar. Where do I know that beautiful-ass face from? he asked himself, but his thoughts were immediately interrupted.
“Whatchu doin’ in here?” Chastity asked, aggravated.
“Day-u-u-u-u-um! You lookin’ fuckin’ right tonight!” Officer Duke exclaimed. He surveyed Chastity from head to toe. The white Michael Kors baby doll dress she rocked, with the white Guiseppe Zanotti stilettos made her look like an angel. Not to mention all the diamond accessories that sparkled on various parts of her body.
“I asked you a question,” Chastity continued, ignoring his bullshit compliment.
“Can’t I celebrate with my baby and business partner?” he asked, reaching for her manicured hands.
Chastity rolled her eyes. She wanted to punch him in his lying-ass face. “I gotta go,” she said dismissively. “Where you goin’?” Officer Duke asked, grabbing her arm. Just as he did, Tori approached the two.
“Hey, Duke. Long time no see,” Tori sang, flashing a fake smile. Officer Duke ignored her.
“Yo, Chastity. Let me holla at you,” Officer Duke said, almost pleading.
“Nah, baby. I gotta go. I got a business to run,” Chastity smirked, looking Tori dead in her eyes. “Oh, T-baby, why don’t you entertain Duke, since you haven’t seen him in so long,” she said sarcastically, sauntering away.
“What the fuck did you tell her? You dirty bitch!” Officer Duke growled in Tori’s ear.
“I didn’t tell her . . .” Tori began, but he stormed off before she could finish her sentence. She felt like shit. Nothing seemed to be going her way. Tori looked out into the club and everyone was enjoying themselves. Chastity, Deidre, and R.J. were having fun together, and Leticia was surrounded by about five girls who worked in the club. Nobody seemed to care about her or how she was feeling. Officer Duke was riding Chastity’s ass like a pimple.
Tori gulped down the remaining bits of her drink and slammed the glass on the tabletop. “Fuck all of them!” she slurred as she headed for the door. She had a meeting with Detective Schmidt planned for early next morning, and she couldn’t afford to miss it.
VOLUME 16: THE LOVE I NEVER KNEW
The party ended, the club had cleared out, and everyone was heading home. Chastity, R.J. Deidre, and Leticia were the only people remaining in the Candy Shop.
Deidre was bent. She had let herself drink to the point of no return, another no-no for an undercover. She watched in a daze as the others counted up all of the proceeds from the night. Even in her inebriated state, she could tell that there was over five-hundred-thousand-dollars on the table. The sound of the money counter reminded her of a movie or some shit.
“DeeDee, I’m taking you home with me. You can’t drive right now,” R.J. announced, grabbing her hand to help her up.
“Word, DeeDee, your ass is smashed!” Leticia joked.
“Shut up, Loca! You can’t talk!” Deidre slurred, pointing a crooked finger at Leticia.
“Bitch, at least I can stand up on my own!” Leticia quipped as she turned her head and licked the cheek of the young girl she had on her lap.
“Ee-e-e-w-w-w!” the rest of them bellowed in unison, and then everyone busted out laughing.
Chastity was trying to prolong things, because she knew she was going home by herself tonight. Her stalling plan didn’t work for long. She could see the anticipation in her brother’s eyes. She wanted the best for R.J., so she finally gave up. “A’ight, ya’ll can go. We’re done here,” she announced.
Deidre opened her eyes, squinting to get focus. Her head was throbbing, and the room was spinning. She looked around, dazed for a few seconds. She finally realized she was in R.J.’s house. She lay on his off-white soft suede sofa as he prepared coffee to sober her up. She let her eyes wander from the huge 52” plasma on the wall to the expensive paintings hanging around the living room. She immediately noticed a large family portrait hanging up. It was of R.J., Chastity and their mother . . . his father was not in it. She was beautiful, Deidre thought to herself of R.J.’s mother. She looked like an Asian model; slanted eyes, beautiful butter colored skin and silky jet-black hair that extended past her waist. Now Deidre knew where Chastity got her beautiful features from.
“A’ight, I’m back,” R.J. said as he handed Deidre her mug.
“Your mother was beautiful,” Deidre said softly.
“Thanks,” R.J. replied, sliding closer to her
She took a small sip from her mug and looked over at R.J. They both knew the deal. They felt the same way for each other.
R.J. grabbed Deidre’s drink and set it atop a Sports Illustrated that lay on the coffee table. He turned back towards her and took hold of her, pulling her into him.
Her heart melted. His scent was intoxicating. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. She wanted him. She couldn’t control the feelings, although she knew it was wrong and could get her into a lot of trouble.
“I want you!” R.J. whispered in her ear.
“What about Chastity?” Deidre whispered back.
“She wants us to be together,” R.J. assured, placing his mouth on top of hers.
Deidre returned the favor, and slipped her tongue between his plump lips. Before she knew it, she was in her underwear. Lucky for her she had opted not to wear her wire. She watched in anticipation as R.J. removed his clothes, exposing his sexy muscular chest, washboard abs and powerful legs. Her head instantly felt better. She definitely had all her wits about her at that point.
R.J. lifted her like a doll from the sofa in one scoop and carried her up the stairs toward his bedroom. Deidre was breathing hard as her pussy began getting moist. She held onto his neck and buried her face in his skin, like a damsel being rescued.
The bedroom was pitch black, and all she could see was R.J.’s silhouette as she tried to adjust her eyes in the darkness. Suddenly, he got on the bed and began kissing her neck, slowly moving his hands down her stomach, past her freshly shaved triangle, and finding her soaking wet pussy, he began fingering her. Both of them were breathing heavily. Deidre moaned loudly. She wanted to see him. Opening her eyes she blinked fiercely trying to force them to adjust. Finally, her eyes adjusted to the darkness.
R.J. leaned up over her. “I’m feeling you so much,” he whispered, parting her legs with his knee. He grabbed his rock hard dick and prepared to enter her.
“Ohhhh!” she let out a long sigh and looked up into R.J.’s face. Oh shit! Deidre thought, and suddenly she felt her stomach knot and she felt sick. Placing her hands on his chest, and with all her might, she frantically pushed R.J. away and jumped out of the bed with her chest heaving.
“What’s the matter?” he yelled, eyes wide with shock and sweat dripping from his face.
“I can’t do this!” Deidre wolfed, trying to cover herself. She was spooked. She could’ve sworn she’d seen her f
ather in the bed with her.
“It’s okay. I understand,” R.J. assured, confused and clearly disappointed. He knew it would happen; he didn’t need to rush her.
Deidre was embarrassed as she hurried to put her clothes on. She was sober enough to think about Ricky; her father; the Bureau and most of all her assignment. What the hell am I doing? She wondered seriously. She was falling, and falling fast.
“Why don’t you just stay the night?” R.J. asked, not wanting her to leave. “We don’t have to do anything,” he assured.
Deidre looked at him again. He really did look just like her father, and it bothered the shit out of her. But she felt such a strong love for him too. It was like he was the love she never knew. She hadn’t dated, nor had many boyfriends. Ricky was all she’d ever known.
“Please, don’t go,” R.J. said, walking over to where she stood and grabbing her face. Tears rimmed her eyes. “What’s the matter?” he asked, confused as hell.
“I can’t love you. I don’t even know you,” Deidre whispered. She wanted to tell him the truth so bad.
“Love knows best. We were meant to be,” R.J. assured as he began undressing her again.
Deidre was weak for men. She couldn’t control her feelings. Fuck Agent Aponte! Right now, I’m DeeDee Barnes, she said to herself, and she finally gave in.
Once again, Deidre found herself lying with R.J. He entered her gently, her moisture saturating his love muscle and pubis. She closed her eyes and let her emotions carry her away, and he did the same. Their bodies moved in sync for the next hour, and the lovemaking was more powerful than anything either of them had ever experienced. He is the one! Deidre said to herself as she folded her legs around his and placed her head on his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, she was fully disillusioned, and for the moment, once again she’d forgotten that she was an FBI agent.
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