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The force of the shots sent her stumbling backwards, but not before she inhaled the tin-like scent of the man’s blood.  The smell traveled up her nostrils and to the back of her throat. Unlike when her father died five years ago, this time she reveled in the scent and taste of the man’s blood. She smirked to herself.  It had created something inside of her so deadly that even she couldn’t always control it.

Chapter 9
Taking the Helm

Cuban cigar smoke circled her head as she sat behind Jesse’s dark mahogany desk.  His black leather chair faced the expansive window behind the desk.  Summer inhaled deeply as she lorded over the view of the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges.  It was a breathtaking view.  She was there taking the helm of yet another of Jesse’s businesses.

Today was the first time she’d been at Banks and Reid Imports as the boss and not the wife coming for lunch or a quick in-office sexual tryst.  A quick memory of one of her last tryst with Jesse flashed through her mind.

“Dina, I’m busy so whoever it is tell them…” Jesse had started telling his secretary over the intercom when Summer busted in his office.  He looked up shocked, but pleasantly surprised. 

              “Tell Dina, you always have time for me,” Summer said playfully.  She was wearing a long, black, trench coat, a pair of black patent leather Lady Peep Louboutins, fire red lipstick and a long, jet black wig with a Chinese bang. 

Jesse laughed as he took in an eyeful.  “Who are you today?  Which character?” he asked turned on.  That was what he loved about Summer…she always kept him guessing what her next move would be.  She was always exciting and over the top with everything she did. 

Summer started towards him and with each sultry step she unbuttoned one button.  Jesse’s manhood was already swollen into a rock hard bulge and she hadn’t even touched him.  He got up and went to close the blinds on his huge office windows.

“No! Leave them!” Summer demanded.  “I am excited by the possibility of somebody seeing us.”  Jesse did as he was told.  He flopped back down in his leather, swivel chair and let out a long, hot, excited breath.  He had a full view of what was under Summer’s coat now—perfect C cups, flat four pack abs, a perfectly trimmed triangle and thick, luscious thighs.  Jesse sucked on his bottom lip as Summer pulled her coat to her shoulders and let it drop.  She lifted her leg and used it to push his chair aside. 

“You like-a what you see-a,” Summer said seductively, faking an Asian accent.  Jesse grunted as his blood rushed like raging water rapids through his veins.  Summer climbed up on his desk in front of him, her heels accentuating her thick, muscular calves. 

“Come closer…but stay seated,” she whispered as she trailed her hand down her stomach to her dripping wet hot box.  Jesse inched the chair towards her.  Summer put her legs on his shoulders and inched her ass all the way to the edge of the desk.  Jesse could see the pink, velvet of her vagina with its needle eye seemingly winking at him. 

Summer drove one of her middle fingers into her center and pulled it out slowly.  “Oh shit,” Jesse grunted.  Summer held her finger out he opened his mouth. 

“Taste me,” she said; her voice throaty and heavy.  Jesse sucked her finger like a baby trying to get the last bits of milk from its mother.  “Taste me,” Summer growled, guiding his head to the right spot.  Jesse obeyed her command.  He pushed the chair back slightly so he could get the right angle.  He lowered his head and the scent of her perfume mixed with her natural juices drove him wild.  Jesse forced his tongue into her center and then back out again.  He mustache, beard and chin were dripping with her juices.  They both startled when his phone began ringing. 

“You wanna take care of business or me?” Summer asked in a husky whisper.  Jesse ignored her and the phone.  He was licking and sucking her like a hungry dog.  He did until she exploded.  Before she could fully finish, he pushed her a little further back on his desk, sending his box of cigars, his rolodex and a few other items crashing to the floor.  Summer giggled.  Jesse stood up and hurriedly took his dress pants halfway down. 

“I love to see him!” Summer giggled excitedly as Jesse’s ample manhood jumped free from its cotton confinement. 

“Let’s see how much,” Jesse wheezed, pulling her back towards him. 

“Dayuumm!” Summer wolfed as Jesse filled her.  Jesse pulled her up off the desk, gripping her tight ass for leverage.  With her straddling him and her legs locked around his back, Jesse moved over to the windows.  He put her back against the huge center window and began pounding into her pelvis. 

Summer was excited.  She fantasized that the entire city of New York could see them making love. 

“My world is your world!” Jesse huffed as she had an explosion of his own. 

Summer shook off the memory.  She had business to handle.  Summer learned quickly that being a female boss wasn’t going to be easy.  She looked down at her gold Rolex with its mother of pearl face and diamond bezel as she blew another cloud of smoke from the Cohiba. The sweet flavored smoke exited her lungs slowly.  Jesse had an entire box of cigars on the end of his desk. Summer only smoked them because it reminded her of home.

Stubbing out the cigar, she sat down to review all of Jesse’s accounting records for the past five years.  She sent a stern warning to his accountant that she was interested in viewing all the “off the record” transactions as well.  Summer also wanted to track down some of his foreign accounts to see if those had been frozen as well.  Summer was concerned about her financial bottom-line.  She needed to make a payment to those she owed very soon. 

Summer picked up a couple of files from the tall stack of neatly organized and labeled folders.  The first five paper intensive files were all for legitimate business expenses.  Summer tossed those aside, uninterested.  She reviewed five more files, stashed between three legitimate files, one of which was labeled “Tanya.”

Summer took a deep breath before she opened the file. Blood rushed to her head and it immediately began pounding.  The first piece of paper inside was an itemized receipt for a place called Passages Drug Rehabilitation Center.  The receipt totaled $260,000 for in-patient care for Tanya Rodgers.  Jesse’s signature was scribbled across the bottom of a cancelled check for the full payment amount.  The receipt was dated just last year. 

The next document was the deed for a property located in Dix Hills, Long Island.  Jesse had never taken her to any home he owned in Dix Hills, nor had he mentioned purchasing a home there.  It was a beautiful property, with a expansive lawn and huge wrought iron gates in front.  Even the brownstone Jesse had purchased for her wasn’t as extensive and luxurious as this property. 

Summer frantically flipped through the remaining documents inside.  Her heart felt like it stopped beating when she saw a white envelope that read “DNA DIAGNOSTICS.”  Summer turned the envelope over, but it was empty.  She paged through the rest of the documents, but she did not find the DNA test results.  Instead, the file was filled with documents pertaining to the mortgage payments on the Dix Hills property, childcare expenses, food and grocery bills and wire transactions to a bank account under the name of Tanya Rodgers.

“You fuckin’ liar!” Summer growled under her breath, sending the file flying across the desk, its contents sailing in ten different directions.  There it was solidly in black and white.  Now she knew where Jesse had stashed his love child and drug addict mother.

“C’mon Billy, I need you to go somewhere with me,” Summer huffed, her cheeks flushed.  Billy was sprawled out on the long, burgundy leather couch waiting for Summer to finish conducting her business.  He’d been at her side since Scrap’s death since the other crew members still weren’t feeling the way Summer had handled things.  Also, Pedro Millenia’s son had been eliminated and Summer was anticipating the backlash for that as well. 

“A’ight boss lady, what’s up?” Billy jumped to his feet, picking up his burner off the couch and shoving it into the back of his pants.  A straight street dude move, no holsters needed.  Summer headed out of the office and Billy didn’t miss a beat, still hot on her heels.  He knew from his time as Jesse’s muscle how to follow leads without asking a lot of questions.

“Don’t let anyone inside this office without me being here!” Summer barked at Dina, Jesse’s young, attractive secretary.  It was the least the secretary could do since Summer hadn’t fired her pretty ass yet.  Summer always hated how many attractive women Jesse had in his employ.  She planned on changing that very soon. 

“Yes, ma’am,” the secretary replied, keeping her gaze downcast.  Summer stormed down the long hallway so fast Billy had to almost jog to keep up with her. 

“Everything a’ight, boss lady?” Billy finally asked catching up to her at the bank of elevators.  Summer mashed on the elevator button, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.  In her hand she clutched the deed to the Dix Hills property. 

“C’mon…c’mon,” Summer mumbled as she watched the numbers above the elevator go up.  Billy stood by her side, silent and ready for action.  He couldn’t front though, her antsy behavior was making him uneasy.  He just wished she would tell him what the hell was so urgent. 

When the elevator doors finally dinged open, Summer exhaled and went to rush inside.

“You fucking bitch!  You killed him! You fucking killed him! I know it was you!” The high-pitched howls rushed at Summer just as Caralina came barreling out of the elevator like a wrecking ball straight into Summer’s chest.

“You low down dirty bitch! You fucking killed him!” Caralina screeched.  Summer stumbled backwards, twisting her ankle in the process. 

Summer tried to catch her balance wincing at the pain.  Caralina quickly rained punches down on Summer’s body, catching her good on the chin.  Before Summer could react, Billy grabbed a handful of Caralina’s hair, yanking her so hard her head snapped back on the stalk of her neck.  That didn’t deter Summer’s seemingly demonically possessed and grieving former best friend.

“Get the fuck off me!  Let me get to that bitch!  You fucking killed him!  I hate you!  I hate you, Summer!  I can’t believe you took him from me!” Caralina wailed, pain behind every word. 

Summer composed herself and straightened her clothes.  She stepped out of her heels while Billy held onto a wild, flailing feral Caralina. 

“Yo, chill and get out of here.  You not gonna get many warnings,” Billy said to Caralina calmly as he tightened his grasp. 

“I can’t believe he’s gone!  I can’t believe he’s dead!”

“Keep the fuck still.  You don’t know who you fucking with right now.  I suggest you chill and go home and do your crying there.  She ain’t have nothing to do with what happened to Scrap,” Billy warned as he pushed the elevator button to send this screaming banshee on her way home. 

“No!  I’m not leaving! She’s gonna face me! Why you kill him, Summer? Because you were embarrassed that JB cheated on you and he knew your secret? You didn’t want anyone to know that your fucking husband had a baby on the side and didn’t respect you enough to tell you?  You killed the man I love for that bullshit!  Just because he knew about JB’s dirty secret?” Caralina cried, her face red from the blood and adrenaline pooling under her skin. 

Summer laughed unstably, a signal of how fragile her mental state was becoming by the minute.  She could actually see herself pulling out her Glock and blowing Caralina’s loud mouth right off of her face.  Summer blinked a few times.  She had to get her craving for blood under control before more bodies required toe tags.

“Get the fuck out of here, Caralina.  Go have a nice life.  Your pussy ass man was a traitor and you are too.  You think I wouldn’t find out that JB was actually paying you to be my fuckin’ friend, you lying ass bitch,” Summer hissed as calmly as she could given the circumstances.  She limped over with her swollen ankle.  With fire flashing in her eyes, Summer hawked a wad of spit into Caralina’s face.  In Cuba, spitting in someone’s face was the highest form of disrespect.  “That’s what I think of you and your bitch ass man and your fake ass friendship,” Summer followed up. 

Caralina came alive again in Billy’s arms, her arms and legs moving like an Octopus.  “Let go of me!  You so fucking tough when you got your bodyguard right?  Billy, let me at this bitch!”

Before Billy could toss her back into the elevator, a phalanx of building security officers rushed to the scene and surrounded them. 

“What’s going on here?” an overweight guard wheezed breathlessly. 

“Finally,” Summer grumbled, nursing her ankle.  “I thought your useless asses would never show up.  See this crazy person out of here and never let her back in this building again.  I don’t care if you have to put a picture of her up in the lobby, just make sure she never disrupts my business again,” Summer said flatly.  The security guards surrounded Caralina as Billy tossed her into the elevator like a ragdoll.  Caralina’s streaked makeup and wild bird nest hair made her look deranged. 

“You haven’t heard the last of me!  You fucked up now, Summer. I’m not scared of you and I know who you
really
are!  I will ruin you!  Just like you killed my man…I’m gonna kill your—” Caralina screamed before the elevator doors closed the curtain on her performance.

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Birds chirping from the trees in the yard, the bright September sun and the fresh green grass of the manicured lawn made the house look like an idyllic picture from Home and Garden magazine.  It looked like a place you’d see a father mowing the lawn, while the mother was inside baking fresh biscuits from scratch as the daughter sat on a kitchen stool learning and the son washed the family dog at the side of the house.  That’s what Summer thought of when she looked at the house that Jesse had purchased for another bitch!