Carl Weber's Kingpins: Jamaica

by Racquel Williams

  “Yeah?” he finally answered, as if I was bothering him.

  “Uh, I take it that you’re alive.”

  “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  “Well, if you must know, anything can happen. You could have at least called or texted me to let me know that you were okay,” I scolded.

  “Oh, so who’s jealous now?”

  “Boy, bye. That’s far from what it is. You are my partner, and we are involved in some shady shit. In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in hostile territory. I was just worried about you, but since you’re okay, continue doing what you’re doing.”

  “And I will. Don’t wait up.” He hung up the phone, and I shook my head as I hung up. All I could do was hope he’d be safe.

  Soon it was time for me to get dressed for the function I was attending with Gaza tonight. I took a shower, dried off, and then put on a tight black bandage dress that hugged every curve of my body like a glove. I slipped my feet into a pair of heels, and as a finishing touch, I dabbed on some tantalizing perfume.

  Half an hour later, Gaza called me to let me know that he was outside. My plan was to seal the deal and get Gaza to admit to actually putting in motion some of the murders that had happened in the United States. He had admitted to some murders in Jamaica, but that wouldn’t help our case. If he had put out hits on people in the United States, that would really drive the nail into his coffin. Hopefully, the tight-ass dress I was wearing and my sweet perfume would enable me to coax more information out of him. Shit. I wished I could get my hands on some type of truth serum, but I was sure that if he had enough drinks, he’d be singing like a canary.

  This time I wasn’t wearing a digital voice recorder, but I’d already accessed his phone’s mic and camera for recording. More than likely, he’d keep his phone on, because he trusted me now. Soon I’d be leaving Jamaica and returning to my life and the promotion I’d worked so hard for. Damn. I couldn’t wait.

  * * *

  When we arrived at our destination, Gaza jumped out, opened the car door for me, and grabbed my hand. Always the gentleman, he looped his arm through mine before we walked toward a large yacht that was docked at the pier. The sunset was beautiful, with its pink and purple shades sweeping across the sky. The thing was, I didn’t see any other cars parked by the pier. Were we early? As I looked up at him, it was as if he’d read my mind.

  “It’s just us once again, but no matter what yuh say, this isn’t just business,” he remarked.

  His fine ass had me swooning, but one thought came to mind. I’d heard all about how Jamaican men were players who prided themselves on having more than one woman at their disposal.

  Pulling away from him, I tried not to seem rude, but I had to put my foot down. “But we both agreed that this would be about business, Gaza. C’mon, I’ve told you that over and over again . . .”

  “Well, mi can’t help but not believe you. I see the way you look at me. It’s something between us, and mi don’t wanna ignore it anymore. You can choose to, but the heart wants what the heart wants.”

  Did my heart really have anything to do with this situation, or was it just my pussy that seemed to jump whenever he was near me? I was caught between a rock and a hard place. I’d been playing with fire. I’d taken Special Agent Morris’s words way too lightly, and it was as if I’d invited the extra attention that Gaza was showering me with. My superior had told me to do whatever I needed to do to get to Gaza, and I had, but maybe I’d gotten caught up in the process.

  “Are you speaking about my heart or yours?” I returned. “Because I don’t have those types of feelings.”

  “Once again, mi don’t believe you. You’re good at keeping yourself guarded. You’re hard, to a certain extent, but, baby girl, you feel so soft.” His fingers glided across my shoulder as we ascended the steps to the yacht.

  “No, really, like I said before, I’m all about my money, Gaza,” I insisted once we reached the starboard deck and came to a stop. “Any time that we’ve spent together, I’ve enjoyed, but I know better than to get involved with someone I make money with. Besides, Camille is in love with you, and I’ll be returning to the States soon. I’ve had enough drama in my life, and I don’t need any more. All I wanted was to help my brother find a connect and seal the deal. We did that. You wanted me in on a moneymaking situation, and I fulfilled that. We made money, and now I’m done. My life in the United States goes on . . .”

  “Without me?” He raised my chin with his hand, making me look into his eyes, which were pulling me in.

  “What do you mean? We will continue to buy from you.” I let out a confident laugh, but I wasn’t really feeling in control at all. If anything, I felt more vulnerable than ever.

  “Mi not talkin’ ’bout dat. Look, I can tell I’m making you uncomfortable. You’ve been in a man’s world so long, you seem to have hardened yourself. I can see right through that shell, though. I know how it is. You must protect yourself, but I won’t hurt you. No matter what happens from this point on, I just want whatever is brewing between us to flow. Just let it. If you go back to the United States, that’s fine. I just don’t want to live with one regret when it comes to you.”

  His lips were so close to mine, I could feel his warm, minty breath on my skin. Moving away a mere half an inch, I stopped the kiss before it could even happen. “Why are we here?”

  “I’ll slow down a little. We’re going to have a nice dinner on the water, and then we’re going to dance the night away. All I want is to spend some time with you that has nothing to do with business. Then you can see for yourself that this is a reason we met. It wasn’t just to move kilos. I can bet my life on that.”

  My heart sank. If only he knew. Gaza was definitely what the natives called a gallist, but there was something that was still genuine about him. He had a way of looking at life that was refreshing. It didn’t really matter to me if he was a drug dealer, a murderer, or a scam artist.... There was still something so alluring and intriguing about his humanity. Although he did bad shit, he didn’t seem malicious at all. It just seemed that he did what he felt he had to do to survive, even if it was by illegal means. Everything I felt about him contradicted everything I’d learned during my training.

  We headed to the large flybridge and sat down at a beautifully decorated round table with a lacy white tablecloth, fancy china, white orchids, and fragrant white candles. Once we were seated, the server brought out our dinner of steamed red snapper stuffed with okra, white rice, and Jamaican water crackers. There was a fancy bottle of Chardonnay on ice, and the server filled our glasses.

  “Can I have water with lemon please?” I asked.

  “Of course,” the server said and then walked away.

  Gaza snickered. “You just can’t let go, can you?” Shaking his head, he squirted lemon juice on his fish.

  I did the same with my fish. “I just don’t know how to take this. Tonight went from me escorting you to a function to me being your date. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

  “Be spontaneous, beautiful. Life is about more than money and crime. You seem so preoccupied with that. I’d love to see you let go and let your hair down. You’re far too beautiful to take life so damn seriously. Loosen up and live a little.”

  “It’s not that easy for me. Being a woman in a male-dominated business, I have to always be on my shit,” I said as the server placed a glass of water adorned with a lemon slice in front of me and then disappeared again. “If I ever slip up and involve my heart, it could cost me my life. We both know that. There is some type of chemistry between us, but I think it’s only to make money together. Don’t read too much into it. You’re an attractive man—don’t get me wrong—but it’s nothing more than that between us, Gaza. You’re better off with Camille. She balances you out, whereas I’d just add more chaos to your life.”

  “I like chaos. Every man likes a challenge, and you’re challenging me.” I liked how he’d adjust his language for me and abandon the patois. His accent wa
s still strong and sexy, though.

  “You may think you want to go there, but I assure you, you don’t, Gaza. Let’s just leave it where it is. Okay . . . ?”

  The food was delicious, but my appetite had waned a little due to the fact that the inevitable seemed to be happening. Who was I fooling? I was feeling Gaza just as much as he was feeling me, if not more, but I had so much to lose.

  “Okay,” he agreed, finally backing off. “I’m sorry if I’m coming on too strong. It’s just, well . . . I know what I want, and I go after it. It’s the ambition in me.”

  “Well, I’m a woman, not a goal.”

  “Oh, believe me, you’re a goal, a gorgeous one at that.” After taking a sip of wine, he licked his enticing lips.

  That made me blush against my will.

  “It’s okay to let go, Indica. You can with me. Just let whatever is meant to happen, happen. Are you enjoying your food?”

  “Yes, it’s really good.” Using my fork to move the food around on the plate, I tried to force myself to eat.

  “Am I making you nervous?”

  “No, I just, uh . . .” Before I could get the words out, his lips were on mine, capturing what I didn’t have the chance to say.

  Instead of pulling away, I went in. Damn, his tongue was so sweet, and his lips were so warm and soft. I found myself moaning. Next thing I knew, we were both on our feet without breaking our kiss. Gaza’s arms were around my waist, and then he was leading me away from the table. Soon we were belowdecks, where there was an extravagant master stateroom with low, romantic lighting. There were rose petals leading to the bed, and on the self-service bar was another bucket of ice with a bottle of wine.

  Before I could talk some sense into myself, I just did what he said and let go. Without using my head, I let my body take over, which had been a reoccurring mistake of mine. Often I found myself letting my pussy think for me. The wetness that dripped onto my panties was something I just couldn’t defy. At that moment, I was weak, and as I turned into putty in Gaza’s hands, I didn’t think about the consequences.

  “Just let go, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he said as we stood in the center of the stateroom. With his hands caressing my skin, he slowly removed my dress and then my underwear. “Mmm . . .” He stood back to admire my naked frame. “Keep those heels on. Damn, you thick as fuck . . .”

  The next instant, his mouth was on my breasts, and he sucked on each of my nipples ever so gently as his hands continued to explore. As he cupped my ass cheeks, he let out a deep sigh. Me, on the other hand, I was in pre-orgasmic heaven. Something told me that I was about to have some of the best dick of my life, and my skin became feverish from lust. Nobody had to know we fucked, regardless of how things turned out. Even if he said that we had, I’d just deny that shit. As far as I was concerned, I just needed to release all the tension that had built up inside me. Damn it. A bitch needed to cum.

  After he laid me down on the bed, Gaza’s warm, wet tongue glided along my anatomy, causing me to writhe with pleasure.

  “Mmm . . . ohhh . . . ,” I moaned as he sucked on my clit like an expert.

  Doing all types of tongue tricks, he slurped and sucked, causing me to grab the back of his head. My thighs clenched his face in a vise grip. A tingling feeling took over me as I bucked and ground my pussy, anticipating the nut that he would so graciously bestow upon me. He stared into my eyes as he witnessed the control that he had over me at that moment. Seeing the pleasure that he got out of pleasing me, I was ready to return the favor. Then it occurred to me that he wasn’t and would never be my man, so I fought the urge to pull his dick out and deep throat that shit. I’d seen his thick-ass print in his pants and knew that he was working with something.

  Undressing slowly, he threw his clothes to the side as I watched attentively. Then he lay down next to me, and as I ran my hands over his pecs and six-pack abs, I could feel the moisture still pouring from me. He had me wet as hell, which was a good thing, given that he was working with a monster. That nigga’s dick looked like an elephant trunk, but for some reason, I felt like I could take that shit. He climbed on top of me, and his tongue ignited the flesh on my neck. Suddenly, he stopped kissing on me, picked up a gold-foil wrapper on the nightstand, then tore it open to release the condom. Sliding it down the shaft of his engorged dick, he continued to stare at me with longing.

  He leaned over, and his lips met mine again as he parted my thighs with his strong hands. Feeling his hardness making its way inside my wet tightness, I held my breath and raked my nails softly across his back. Damn, his long, thick-ass dick had my pussy wide the fuck open. As he slid against my sugar walls, he found the way to my spot way too fast. Moving his body on top of me like a serpent, he worked his back and ass, grinding all nasty like. The sound of my wetness mixed with my moans, making the moment way too damn erotic.

  “Shit! Damn, Gaza!” I heard myself scream out as I held on to him for dear life.

  My legs were wrapped around his waist as he groaned his ecstasy into my ear. “Fuck, Indica . . . Yo’ pussy’s way too tight, star. Jah know this pussy’s too fuckin’ good. Mmm . . . uhhh . . . work it, Mami. Work that pum pum on dis wood. Bruk that shit off, Mama. Fuck, yeah . . . arghhh . . .”

  His eyes rolled back, and he bit down on his bottom lip as he flipped me over so that he could hit it from the back. The sound of him slapping my ass cheeks and the gushiness of my depths were the soundtrack for our fuck session. We didn’t need any music or nothing else to get us in the mood. The two of us were just like two magnets attracting each other, because it was just nature.

  “I’m ’bout to cum. Shit!” I exclaimed, then let out a squeal. The back shots that Gaza was putting down on me had me so fucked up. My left leg shook, and pussy juice squirted out of me like a geyser as I came harder than I ever had. “Ohhh . . . uhhh . . . damn . . .” My eyes rolled back in my head, and that nigga kept right on thrusting and holding on to me for dear life.

  His dick seemed to be growing inside of me, and then I felt it start to throb inside of me. That was a clear sign that he couldn’t take how my pussy muscles were contracting and massaging his shit. He stared deeply into my eyes and his hands held on tightly to my waist as his mouth fell wide open.

  “Arghhh . . . shit . . . Dis bloodclat pussy fye!”

  Quickly, he pulled out of me and went to flush the condom in the toilet of the en suite bathroom. Then I heard the water running. When he returned to the stateroom, he had a warm cloth to wash me off with. After he washed me off, he joined me in the bed and assumed the spooning position. Both of our breathing was still labored, and we said nothing as we calmed down from the moment.

  “I’ll kill for you. Mi just want you to know that,” he whispered in my ear.

  “How can you do that if I’m going to the United States soon?”

  “Hmm . . . I can touch niggas in the United States. That ain’t shit for me. Where I can’t go, I got mu’fuckas ready to do whatever the fuck I want. Shit. It’s been done before.”

  “So you’ve put hits out on niggas in the States?”

  “Hell yeah. Plenty of times. And I’ll do it again if I have to. I ain’t go nowhere.”

  “You’re a powerful man, Gaza . . .”

  “And you’re a powerful woman, Indica. Damn, mi knew dat pum pum was gon’ be good as fuck. Got me all into you even more now. We could be a real power couple, simi?”

  “What could be and what will be are totally different, Gaza. You know this shit is complicated. You haven’t handled your situation with Camille, and I’ll be going back to New York soon . . . I let shit flow, but we can’t be together.”

  He kissed my forehead softly. “Mi know dat. Just promise me dis won’t be the last time I get to feel you.”

  “I can’t . . .”

  “Fair enough fi me. How ’bout you just let me hold you for a li’l while? Can you do that?”

  Against my better judgment, I agreed. Besides, I had ridden there with him. Honestly
, I was spent, so in no time I was fast asleep in his arms.

  * * *

  The midmorning sun peeked through the window of the yacht’s master stateroom, waking me from my good post-sex slumber. The sight of Gaza’s handsome face reminded me of the forbidden act we’d indulged in the previous night. Suddenly, reality sank in, and I was sober. What the fuck was I thinking? Gaza was snoring lightly, and I woke him up to let him know that I needed to go.

  “Okay,” he sighed and sat up, with a groggy look on his face. “I need some coffee. Damn, you’re even beautiful first thing in the morning. Mmm . . .” He caressed my cheek before standing up and leaving the stateroom.

  Soon he returned with a mug of coffee for me.

  “Thanks,” I told him, not knowing what else to say. Once again, I’d ended up in bed with the wrong man, and once again, that shit could cost my career.

  “Get dressed. There’s breakfast waiting for us. After you’re nice and full, I’ll get you home, beautiful.” The next second his lips were on mine, and I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he knew the truth. To be for real about it, if I wasn’t who I was, and I was really Indica, I could see myself with him.

  The ride back to the villa wasn’t laced with much conversation. I figured we were both contemplating the intensity of what had happened and what we were going to do about it. One thing I knew was we couldn’t continue to fuck around if I had to stay there longer. There was a moment when the line had to be drawn in the sand, and it was now.

  “Look, Gaza, last night was incredible, but it can’t happen again.” He had just stopped right in front of the villa, and I had to cut shit off before it got out of hand.