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“Honestly, Milton, it doesn’t. So, why don’t you tell Ms. Robinson there, all about David and his plan.” Black looked at Rain. “Why don’t you have a seat, Ms. Robinson.”
Rain punched Milton in the face and then she pulled a chair from the dining area, placed it directly in front of Milton and then she sat down. “I’m listening,” she said with her gun on her lap.
Hoping that it might save his life, for the next thirty minutes Milton told Rain everything that he could think of about his son. He explained the plan, the reason behind it, how it was supposed to work and who was involved. Then he told her about DP’s businesses, both legal and illegal. He went into detail about the drug business that he ran along with Sterling, and that the money was being laundered through the bank.
“Anything else you can think of?” Black asked.
“That’s all I know, Mike, that’s all there is.”
“Are you satisfied?” Black asked Rain.
She nodded her head and stood up. Then she hit him in the mouth with her gun and blood splattered across the room.
“I hate a fuckin’ snitch.”
Once again, Milton grabbed his face and used his shirt to wipe away his blood.
“So, now what happens?” Milton asked.
“Now you have to answer for Carmen Taylor.”
Milton closed his eyes and his head slowly drifted to his chest.
Before she w
ent to Paris, Jada made a point of calling Black and telling him about Milton’s involvement in what Carmen had going.
“Thank you for letting me know, Ms. West.”
“I knew that you would want to know.” Jada giggled. “I know how you like to protect your girls.”
“Have fun in Paris, Ms. West.”
“Oh, I shall,” Jada said and ended the call.
Rain hit Milton in the face with her gun.
“Look at the man when he’s talking to you,” Rain said and returned the gun to his temple.
Black leaned forward. “Now that I have your attention, why don’t you explain to me why you tried to have Carmen Taylor killed? Or was that all David’s doing?” Black asked mockingly.
“It was. The human trafficking was David’s too. She was getting close.”
“Rain.”
She punched Milton in the face with her free hand but kept the gun to his head.
“That’s not actually correct. Ms. Taylor approached you at a function in the Lotus Ballroom of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Right after she talked to you, you sent men to kill her,” Black said and stood up. “You have to answer for Carmen Taylor today.”
As Black walked up to him, Milton closed his eyes and prepared to die. He crossed himself as Black and Rain raised and then pointed their weapons. Rain shot him in the chest and Black shot Milton in the head.
“Just like old times,” Rain said as they left the villa and went back to the airport. “We should do this more often.”
Chapter Twenty
It was late when Barbara got a text from Ram, asking what she was doing. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked him; she liked him more than she should have. He was four years older than she was, and if her parents, especially her father found out, it would not be good.
Barbara still remembered the night that their ride flaked on them and she had to call Pills to come rescue her. Bobby came to the car, gun in hand, and she thought that he was going to kill Pills until he recognized him. Barbara now knew that if he hadn’t recognized Pills, that her father wasn’t just carrying that gun, he was prepared to use it. And here again, that changed everything.