Roy Glenn - In A Cold Sweat

Jacara wrapped her arms around me and I felt her lips against mine and pulled her closer to me. I liked the way her body felt against mine, but I knew I would. With my eyes closed, I could see Jacara naked, sliding up and down on top of me.

“I liked that,” Jacara said.

I felt her body tremble a little in my arms. “Did you?” Jacara stepped away from me.

“Maybe we could continue this later?” Jacara stepped to my chest. “I’m at the Sheridan tonight. No big stage show or anything like last night at the Port. It’ll just me in the lounge singing old standards with a piano player. But stop by tonight, late,” Jacara said and kissed me on the cheek this time. “If you’re not busy, of course.”

“Maybe I will.”

“If you do, I’ll sing Girl from Ipanema accapella for you. You did say that was one of your favorites?” Jacara said and got in her car. I watched her drive off before I told Jamaica's men that I was ready to go. And I mean I was really ready to go.

As we drove, I thought about Mystique. I liked her, which is why I don’t allow her to get close to me. It could be no different with Jacara. She was funny, intelligent, and very playful. She was fun to be with and I know I could get to like her too.

And would that really be all that bad?

Wanda tells me all the time that Cassandra wouldn’t want me to be alone for the rest of my life. And for a second, I considered staying a while on the island. But I felt like I dishonored her memory being there on the island with Jacara. I was on a plane back to New York first thing the next morning.

While Black dealt with his personal issues in the Bahamas, he was the topic of discussion at a meeting of The Commission in New York. Bruce Stark sat in the corner and looked out the window, while BB and K Murder argued back and forth about what they should do next.

“It was stupid to send one mutha fucka to try and kill Black. Now Freeze got his whole set out in the street tryin’ to find out who sent him. Where did you find that sorry mutha fucka anyway?” BB asked

“I brought him in from Cleveland.” K Murder looked at BB. He was tired of his shit and all that whining about this shit was getting on his nerves. “What your ass worried ’bout? They ain’t gonna trace him back to you.”

“And what if they do? What then?” BB demanded to know.

K Murder stood up and so did BB. “Then you’ll just have to man up!”

“What you say to me, nigga?” BB put his hand on his gun.

“I said-”

“No, nigga, I heard what the fuck you said.” BB took out his gun and so did K Murder.

The two stood silently with their guns pointed at each other, not saying a word.

“What?” Stark asked. “You two gonna shoot each other?”

Neither man answered.

“I didn’t think so. Now put the guns down, sit down and let’s get back to business,” Stark commanded.

“Only business we got, Stark, is why you let this nigga be down?” K Murder asked.

“Mutha fucka, don’t you know I will kill you right now!”

“Make a move.”

Stark got up and quickly snatched the gun from K Murder’s hand and pressed it against his temple.

“What now K? What else you got to say? I ain’t BB. You fuckin’ know that I will put a bullet in your brain and call my fat-ass Mexican maid to clean up the blood.” Then he took out his gun and pointed it at BB. “And you, mutha fucka? What you gonna do?”

BB lowered his weapon and sat down. “Nothin’, Stark, we straight.”

Stark handed K Murder back his gun. Once again, he pointed it at BB. “Bang,” he said and sat down, but he kept his gun in his hand.

Stark looked at his two so-called partners and wondered how he ever thought it was a good idea to get involved with them. “You two make me fuckin’ sick. Instead of us talkin’ ’bout what we gonna do about Black, all you two wanna do is argue like little fuckin’ bitches. K, I know Cash was your boy and shit, but BB is right. One fuckin’ guy to kill Black? Come on, you should have known better.”

“Yo, man, that’s how your boy set it up. The plan was for him to catch Black in the pussy, walk in and cap ’em both,” K said in his defense.

“What went wrong?” Stark asked and got in his face. “Why is Black still alive and you ain’t heard from your shooter?”

“I don’t know what happened to him.”

“I’ll tell you what happened to him. Black happened to him, that’s what happened. You should have sent two shooters and had a back up.”

“Yeah,” BB threw in.

K Murder looked at BB and decided right then that he was going to kill him. “Yeah, what?”

“You shoulda had at least two shooters,” BB said.

“You come up with that on your own or you just repeatin’ what Stark said?”

“Would both of you shut the fuck up!” Stark yelled.

“Fuck you, Stark. Black killed Cash and he’s gotta die for that shit. I’m gonna kill that nigga myself. As for this nigga here and this fuckin’ commission, I’m out. I’ll handle my own business.”

K Murder got up and backed out of the room with his gun drawn just in case BB wanted to get stupid. Once he was out of the room, he lowered his gun and told his boyz to come on.

During the ride down in the elevator, K Murder told his boyz what happened and that he had just quit The Commission. “It was a good idea, but it just had the wrong mutha fuckas in charge, that’s all. Fuckin’ Stark thinks he’s so fuckin’ smart,” K Murder said as they exited Stark’s building and headed for their truck.

K Murder was so agitated by what had gone on with BB and Stark that he didn’t notice the white panel truck that was parked across the street.

“Team one to team two,” the voice said through the headset.

“Go ahead with your traffic,” was the response from team two.

“Subjects have exited the building.”

“Standing by.”

Just before K Murder reached his Escalade, he stopped in his tracks. He turned to one of his boyz. “And that bitch-ass BB gotta die.”

“Done,” the man said and opened the back door of the Escalade for K Murder to get in.

“I want you to take care of that personally. None of that out of town shit, you hear me? And remind me to call Skyy in Cleveland and ask him what kinda mutha fucka he sent me,” K Murder said and got in.

As the Escalade pulled off, the panel truck fell in behind it. “Team one to team two.”

“Go ahead.”

“Subject vehicle is moving to your position. You should have them in sight right about now.”

“I got them.”

At that moment, a late model Impala pulled out into traffic just in front of the Escalade, with the panel truck right behind it. The three vehicles drove down the street and approached an intersection.

“Team two to team one. I’m in position.”

“Proceed on my mark.”

“Acknowledged team one.

“Three, two, one, mark.”

The Impala slammed on his brakes and stopped.

“What the fuck?” K Murder yelled as his Escalade came screeching to a stop, barely avoiding rear-ending the Impala.

The panel truck pulled up along side of the Escalade. The door opened and two men dressed in black with ski masks opened fire on the Escalade with Tec-9’s.

People on the street ran for cover, while others dropped to the ground when the shooting began. The gunmen sprayed the Escalade with nine millimeter shells. K Murder and his men never had a chance.

When Kirk and Richards arrived on the scene, a crowd of on lookers had formed. They were met by detective Sanchez.

“What you got Gene?” Kirk asked as he approached the bullet riddled Escalade that the crime scene techs were collecting evidence from.