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  THE REIGN OF RAIN ROBINSON

  The Reign of Rain Robinson

  Roy Glenn

  © 2019 Roy Glenn

  Escapism Entertainment, LLC

  Atlantic Beach, Florida

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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  The Model and the Madam

  The Model and the Madam

  Roy Glenn

  © 2017 Roy Glenn

  Escapism Entertainment, LLC

  Atlantic Beach, Florida

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.

  This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

  Day One

  Chapter One

  It was Thursday night and Rain Robinson was sitting alone in her office thinking. Even though her official title was underboss, she was the boss of the family now. Rain knew it, and so did everybody else.

  Black hadn’t actually been in the city in months and she had only talked to him a few times since he and Shy got back from Italy and even though Bobby still lived in the city, she hadn’t seen or heard from him either. Wanda stopped by every now and then, but she never stayed long and then it’s only when she was on her way to see her secret, that wasn’t such a secret man, or on her way back from seeing him.

  Since the day that Black took her to a meeting in Aruba with Bobby and Jada West and Wanda just happened to be on the island, Rain knew that she had a man. It wasn’t so secret because Rain believed that in her position, and for security reasons, she needed to know who Wanda was involved with. Rain put Monika on it, and she found out that his name was James Austin and she worked up a complete dossier on him.

  It wasn’t that she felt that they had abandoned her; nothing like that, there was just no need for her to talk to them. For the first time since she became a part of The Family, they were at peace.

  It’s not that there weren’t any problems in the house. With the exception of Doc, who had been with Black since the beginning, Rain had a set of new Captain’s and each of them had problems that they had to deal with.

  After the death of Cynt, it was decided that nobody in her house was ready for that type of responsibility, so her operation was divided between Doc, Howard Owens, Sherman Williams and newly minted Captain, Jackie Washington.

  Then Howard was murdered, and Carter Garrison was eventually made Captain of that crew. But by that time, Lyric Skye and his people had deeply infiltrated Sherman’s crew, which set off a chain of events that included the attempted murder of Bobby Ray.

  Once Black and Rain restored order to the chaos their house had become, Sherman Williams took responsibility and announced that he was retiring and named Ed Weather as his successor. A move that Black approved, but pissed off a lot of Sherman’s people.

  With Jackie, Carter and Ed Weather all having problems with their people, Rain wanted to get involved and whip everybody back in line, because that’s what she did. She was the hammer, and nobody wanted to see Rain coming. But as Boss of The Family, she had come to accept that she had to give them an opportunity to put their own house in order.

  Even though Jackie made a show of Ramello’s execution in front of her entire crew in order to show them the consequences of fucking with her, she still had problems. Flip, who ran the high stakes poker game that Black and Bobby started, and Jackie once ran, was her biggest problem and one that she knew that she had to deal with.

  When Black made Carter Garrison Captain of Howard’s crew, it was obvious that Jab Baldwin, who had appointed himself acting Captain, as well as Terrance Jackson; Kenard Turner and Howard’s brother, Richard, and even Ryder were disappointed by the decision. Each thought that they should have gotten the top spot, except for Ryder, since she was the mastermind behind Jab; she wanted him to be made Captain. Carter being made Captain represented a significant loss of power and money for her.

  And then there was Ed Weather, damn near everybody in Sherman’s old crew had their knives out for him. The loudest voice of them all was Darius Wilkerson. He was pushing back hard against Ed and would have to be dealt with soon. So there was plenty of shit to do, but she knew it wasn’t her place, because Black told her that it wasn’t.

  “If and when you do have to get involved, it means that you need to reevaluate the person that you got sitting in the Captain’s seat.”

  So Rain was sitting it out, watching and waiting to see what happened. But for Rain, that wasn’t easy. She was an action junkie and needed to be in the center of things.

  Black Threesome was on the flat screen, but she wasn’t really watching the two women taking turns pleasuring a man. Rain picked up the remote and switched the flat screen to display rotating images from each of the security cameras throughout the building. She looked at the empty glass in front of her and for a quick second thought about calling Yarissa Dash to come in to pour her a drink.

  “That’s just fuckin’ lazy,” she said and stood up.

  Once Rain had poured herself another shot of Patrón, she turned to go and sit down, but then she had a better idea. She turned around, got the bottle, and then she sat down.

  “It ain’t like I’m done drinkin’ for the night,” she said aloud and sat down. “This way you ain’t even gotta think about calling Yarissa.”

  The longer she sat there, the more Rain knew that she was bored. “No!” She drained the glass and picked up the bottle. “I’m bored out my fuckin’ mind!” Rain shouted and threw the bottle against the wall, shattering it on impact.

  She had just gotten up to get another bottle when Yarissa, along with the two men that Black insisted she get, Omari and Nelson, busted through the door, nearly taking it off its hinges.

  “Is everything alright?” Yarissa asked while she and the muscle inspected the office.

  “Yeah.”

  “What happened?” Yarissa asked, but seeing the wet spot on the wall and the broken glass on the floor, she had a pretty good idea.

  “I threw the fuckin’ bottle against the fuckin’ wall. Anything wrong with that?”

  Omari and Nelson dropped their heads, turned around, left the office and closed the door behind them, knowing better than to answer that question. Yarissa shook her head. She wondered how could they be scared to death of Rain, and protect her at the same time.

  More likely, she’ll end up protecting them, Yarissa thought.

  “You want me to get you another bottle?”

  “No.” Rain sat down.

  “You sure?”

  Yarissa had been working in the office with Rain for a few months now. With things being so quiet, there were nights when she and Rain just hung out in the office, drank and talked shit. During those times, she had learned to sense Rain’s mood, and knew that she wasn’t in a good one.

  “Go ahead and pour me a drink.”

  Yarissa felt like they had sorta become something like girlfriends. If your girlfriend were the boss of a criminal organization that most people considered to be a murdering psychopath, Yarissa laughed and went behind the bar.

  “What’s funn
y?”

  “Nothing?” Yarissa said and got a bottle of Patrón from the cabinet.

  “Stop lyin’.” Rain had gotten to know Yarissa just as well, and could tell when she was lying. “So what’s funny?”

  “Next time you feel like throwing a bottle at the wall …” Yarissa walked over and pointed at a spot on the wall above the trash can. “Aim for this spot right here,” she said and then put the drink down in front of Rain. “I’ll send up a barback to clean that up.”

  “Let it sit where it sits. It will be alright until the club closes,” Rain said as Yarissa picked up the bottle and sat it on the desk on her way to the door.

  “Let me know if you need anything,” Yarissa said, and Rain watched her walk out.

  Despite the amount of porn she watched, Rain never thought about having sex with a woman. In spite of that, and she wasn’t sure why, but there she was, watching Yarissa walk her fat ass out of the office. Rain had spent enough time with her to know that Yarissa was a sexual opportunist. Man or woman, it didn’t matter, if Yarissa wanted them, she would have them.

  When Yarissa closed the door and Rain was alone again. Rain shot her drink, turned the flat screen back to Black Threesome and watched the action for a while and then Rain sat back and closed her eyes.

  Yarissa walked back in the office, looking all honey brown and sexy in her off-the-shoulder jumpsuit. Rain stood up and Yarissa immediately pinned her against the bar. She began kissing Rain on her neck and squeezing her ass. When Yarissa dropped to her knees…

  Rain’s eyes flashed opened and she shook her head to clear it. She picked up the remote and switched back to the security feed. “You watch too damn much of that shit,” she said and poured another drink. “I need some dick bad.”

  Nick told her that it was lonely at the top, but at least he had her. Rain was bored, lonely and she wanted to fuck. For a brief second, she thought about calling Jeff Bezos. He would definitely come if she called, but she was tired of him. She had been dating − more like fucking − professional men; businessmen, bankers, doctors and lawyers, the type of men that weren’t involved in her business.

  I don’t give a fuck as long as they got a big dick, Rain thought and laughed.

  But other than slinging good dick, they bored her to tears. Rain had gotten her some new dick, but he was a young baller and wasn’t always available when she needed him to come fuck her. It was at times like this when she missed being with Nick the most. When it came time to get shit done, they were together. Always.

  And then we had the best fuckin’ sex, Rain thought as her mind drifted back to one night when she was still with Nick and feeling some kind of way.

  She went to Nick’s apartment wearing black thigh-high boots, a floor-length black leather coat with her guns in her pockets, her bulletproof vest and nothing else. When Nick opened the door, he looked at Rain and smiled.

  “Good, you’re here. I was just about to call you.”

  Rain walked in and headed for the couch.

  “Let’s go.”

  Rain sat down. “Huh?”

  “What are you sitting down for? We got shit to do.” Nick opened the door. “Now let’s go.”

  “Where we going?”

  “I’ll tell you on the way. Now come on.”

  Once they were in the car, Nick told her that they were going to kill Vincent Mason. The word was that he was going to testify in a special court hearing in exchange for his entrance into the witness protection program.

  “A fuckin’ snitch,” Rain said.

  When they got to the bar where Mason hung out, Rain approached him and quietly escorted him out of the bar. Nick was waiting outside, and they walked him into an alley where Rain promptly shot him in the head.

  Just then, there was gunfire coming from behind them. Both Rain and Nick dove for cover. When Nick looked up, he saw that it was Mason’s partner, Jarek Clark. The exchange of gunfire between Nick and Clark continued until Clark’s gun was empty and he took off running.

  “I got him!” Rain yelled, jumped up and went after him.

  “Rain, wait!”

  Nick started to go after her when two men came out of the back of the bar and opened fire on him. Nick turned, fired twice, hitting both men with one shot each to the head and then he ran after Rain.

  When he got to the corner, Nick could hear automatic weapons fire. He looked around the corner and could see Rain sitting on the ground behind a car as Jarek Clark fired away with a semiautomatic weapon from across the street. Nick dropped to the ground and crawled on his stomach to Rain. That was the first time that he noticed that she didn’t have anything on under her coat.

  Nick looked at Rain and shook his head. “What?”

  “Do you at least have your vest on?”

  “Of course, I got my fuckin’ vest on. Now cover me.”

  Rain got to the hood of the car and when Nick opened fire, she circled around and killed Clark.

  When Rain started thinking about how she made Nick pull over three blocks from there so he could fuck her in the car while police cars sped by, Rain knew that she had drank enough and it was time to get out of there. She decided to make the rounds like she used to in the old days.

  Rain stood up, drained the glass and put on her vest. Once she had armed herself, she stepped out of the office.

  Yarissa looked up from her tablet. “You out?”

  “Yeah. I’ma hit a couple of spots.”

  When Omari and Nelson stood up. Rain shook her head. “It just won’t be the same.”

  On the way out of J.R.’s, Rain saw Fantasy at the bar. It made Rain wonder if Jada West was in the city. She thought for a second about going over there and asking her, but decided that it wasn’t that important and kept making her way toward the door.

  Once they got outside of the club and walking toward her car; a car came speeding down the street with its bright lights on.

  “Get down!” Rain yelled as she reached for her gun and ran for cover, but it was too late.

  When the shooting stopped and the car had driven off, her bodyguards were dead. Rain was hit several times and her vest didn’t catch them all.

  Chapter Two

  “Self-made men are the men who owe little or nothing to birth, relationship, friendly surroundings; to wealth inherited or to early approved means of education; who are what they are, without the aid of any of the favoring conditions by which other men usually rise in the world and achieve great results …”

  Those elegant words were taken from Self-Made Men, a famous lecture Frederick Douglass first delivered in 1859. They were also words that influenced a young Milton Petty over a century later. He was a self-made man.

  Although he grew up dirt poor in Coldwater, Mississippi, Milton Petty had developed himself into a legitimate businessman with widely varying interests, which included Abbate Construction, a general contractor specializing in public, commercial and private works. Essco Construction Materials, an equipment supplier, and Milton Real Estate. But it didn’t stop there.

  In the early days of the tech bubble in the mid-nineties, Milton bought a startup IT product and services company called Castor Technology and rode the wave to millions of dollars. He had invested in Truckload Freight Transportation and Recycling, Ingram International, a paper product distributor, and a chain of Fish and Chicken fast-food restaurants, with locations throughout the tristate area. He had an ownership interest in an automotive parts company in Detroit that sold to the auto industry.

  Once he gained influence in the construction industry, he was able to impact the union that controlled the building materials so members would buy from him. Petty joined the Towne Services Credit Union where he had so much money on deposit that it wasn’t long before Petty was asked to become a member of the board of directors.

  By every measure, Milton Petty was the definition of a self-made, legitimate businessman; but sometimes things aren’t always as they appear.

  Milton never married, but
he did have one son, David ‘DP’ Petty, and when his mother died of cancer when the boy was sixteen, he came to live with his father. As soon as he arrived, Milton enrolled his son at the best private school he could find. When DP graduated high school, he went on to earn his Bachelor of Finance degree from Fordham’s Gabelli School of Business.

  So, there they were, father and son, who really didn’t know the other, who lived in the same house together for eight years before they were truly introduced to one another.

  It happened early one morning before the sun came up. Milton was in Detroit on a business trip, when his cell phone rang; it was DP calling from jail. Milton caught the first flight out in the morning and arrived at court in time to see his son arraigned on drug charges.

  Once bail was set and paid, father and son left the courthouse together. The ride was understandably quiet until Milton broke the ice.

  “So, you wanna tell me about it?”

  “About what?”

  “What you been doing.”

  “It’s nothing,” DP said and went back to staring out the window of the moving car.

  “Nothing, huh?” Milton nodded his head. “Okay,” he said and pulled the car over and parked his car on the street. Once he was parked, he looked at DP and punched him in the face so hard that his head hit the window.

  “Nothing my ass. I just paid a million fuckin’ dollars for you to be looking out that window instead of bars. So you need to tell me − right now − what the fuck you’re into.”

  DP laid out his drug operation for his father, but that wasn’t all that he had going on. He had a small gambling spot, he did a little loan sharking, and he ran a crew that specialized in high-end car theft.

  “Anything else?” Milton asked and put the car in drive.

  “No, Pop, that’s it,” DP told his father.

  “You sure?”

  “Why, you gonna hit me again if there’s anything else?”