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  On my way out of the hospital I tried to get Reggie on the line but my phone couldn’t get any good reception. As soon as I got in my truck, I tried dialing his number again. This time the call went through and he answered on the third ring.

  “What’s up?”

  “I just left the hospital from seeing Candie and she’s looking pretty bad,” I told him.

  “Did you get a chance to talk to her?”

  “Well, not really because her family was there. But she was awake so she saw me.”

  “When is she getting out?”

  “Her aunt said she believed they were gonna discharge her tomorrow. But she ain’t going back to her crib. Her aunt is taking Candie home with her.”

  “Well, hopefully you can get to her and find out anything else she can tell us about what happened at the Towers when she was jumped,” Reggie stated.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll come up with something,” I assured him.

  “Where are you on your way to now?”

  “Damian and I are driving down Broadway. The big chicken was afraid to see Candie in the hospital and stayed in the car. I’m glad he did, Candie’s family would have probably freaked or gotten suspicious if they saw Damian. But anyway, why did you ask?”

  “Because I’m gonna need you two to make a quick stop somewhere for me,” Reggie replied.

  I sighed heavily because I wasn’t in the mood to run one of his errands. I had just gotten off work an hour ago and came straight to the hospital to see Candie, so I was tired. Hell, I was surprised to see Damian, but Reggie was true to his word about keeping his family safe. That even meant assigning a bodyguard to Vanessa’s worthless ass.

  “I hope it’s not far, Reggie. Shit, I’m tired and need sleep,” I commented.

  “Chill. I’m getting ready to hang up right now so I can text you the instructions,” he told me and then disconnected the call.

  Moments later, his text message came through: Malika needs sum dough. Take her 1 grand & call me when u done.

  After I read his text and realized he wanted me to go by his pregnant baby mama’s house and give her one thousand dollars, I was livid. Reggie knew I didn’t walk around with that type of money on me. I would have been more upset if Damian had not had that amount of money on him. Because if he hadn’t, I would have had to run to Reggie’s safe house to retrieve the money and then drive back to Malika’s place. I really wanted to kick Reggie’s ass. But thank God for Damian for saving the day.

  New York’s Finest Kiki Swinson

  Chapter 20 – The Nigga Behind the Mask

  It had been a while since Sabrina and I had a chance to hang out because of everything that had been going on. Not to mention she and I had to work some strenuous flights this past week. So when she asked me if I’d go with her after work to get a bite to eat, I happily obliged. It took me damn near an hour to convince Reggie and Damian to let me have some room to myself. Damian’s response was, “You have time alone when you are flying the friendly skies.” I actually wanted to tell him to kiss my black ass. But I restrained and convinced them both that it had been almost five days since the attack. I could hear the pain in both of their voices, but they relented and agreed to let me hang out with Sabrina.

  We were still wearing our airline uniforms and I must say, wearing them proudly. Sabrina suggested we head over to this eatery she knew in Manhattan. After the hostess seated us, she handed us our menus and told us our waiter would be with us shortly. I had to say, it was nice sitting outside in Manhattan, chilling with a friend.

  While Sabrina and I chatted amongst ourselves, my Blackberry started ringing. I didn’t have a man in my life and the only chick I thought was cool enough to call a friend was sitting in front of me, so I knew it had to be either Reggie, Damian or my mother calling me. I looked at the phone and the number was foreign to me. My first thought was to let it go straight to voicemail, but my curiosity overpowered that thought and I answered it before the caller could hang up.

  “Hello,” I said tentatively.

  “So you think you’re gonna keep escaping death, huh?” a creepy and scratchy voice said to me.

  Alarmed by the caller’s question, I immediately got the chills. My body shook and I could feel the goose bumps that had covered my body from head to toe. “Who is this?” I snapped. My intention was to get this person to continue talking with the hope that I would be able to recognize his voice. The only thing I had to go on was that the caller was a man. Other than that, my mind drew a complete blank.

  “Don’t worry bitch! You’ll find out soon enough,” my mad caller continued.

  “”Nah, nigga! Don’t be a pussy. Stop hiding behind the phone and tell me who you are now!” I roared through my phone. I wanted an answer. I was so angry and scared at the same time I started feeling an anxiety attack coming on.

  Sabrina just sat in her chair and looked at me like she was taken aback by my actions. “Who is that?” she asked me in a whisper. But I couldn’t give her an answer because I didn’t know myself. And being that I had gotten beside myself over this threatening call, I hadn’t realized that the motherfucker hung up on me, until the busy tone started ringing in my ear. It literally scared the hell out of me.

  With a look of concern, Sabrina sat up in the chair after I hung up the phone and said, “Who in the hell was that?”

  Trying to process the call I had just gotten and trying to figure out what to do next was beginning to consume me. Once again, I couldn’t answer Sabrina’s question. But instead of allowing myself to continue to be vulnerable by sitting out in the open like I was, I shot up from my chair, took one good look at my surrounding area and then I snatched my handbag from the seat next to me and fled inside of the restaurant and walked directly to the back of the eatery. I heard Sabrina’s footsteps as she ran behind me.

  “Naomi, what is going on? And where are you going?” she yelled.

  Once again, I couldn’t get myself to answer her. The only thing I had on my mind was trying to find a way to get the fuck out of there without getting killed. And once I realized that the direction I ran in was to the restrooms, I immediately bolted inside the women’s bathroom. Sabrina was right on my heels.

  “Lock the door!” I instructed her. I realized that I had actually yelled at her. I was tense and afraid. Why did I convince Damian and Reggie to give me some space? And why in the fuck didn’t they overrule me?

  Sabrina locked the door and then she turned back and faced me. She looked confused but she also looked worried. “Naomi, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she pressed the issue as she walked towards me.

  I hesitated for a second, trying to gather my thoughts and then I said, “A guy just called me and told me that I keep escaping death. But not too worry because he’s going to find me.”

  Creeped out by my words, Sabrina went into panic mode. Her eyes grew five inches in diameter and then she started pacing the bathroom floor in a circle. “Oh my God! Think he called because he saw us come in here?” she asked, her voice trembling.

  “I don't know. And I'm definitely not trying to find out,” I told her.

  “What do you think we should do,” she asked me.

  “I know I'm not leaving here.” I realized the caller had succeeded in what he probably wanted to do to me—scare the shit out of me. I had to process, but I was too damn scared.

  “Call your brother. See if he can come get us.”

  “He can't drive. You know he just got out of the hospital.” Fuck! I was a wreck and Sabrina was making way better suggestions than me. Thank God somebody was thinking, because my mind had suddenly gone dysfunctional.

  “Call him anyway. Tell him what happened and tell him we're hiding out in the ladies bathroom and we're afraid to leave,” she explained.

  Even though it had been programmed in my brain to call Reggie when tumultuous situations came up that I couldn't handle, for some odd reason it didn’t come to me. My whole state of mind had completely shut down.
I believe if Sabrina wasn't with me I probably would have had a panic attack. At this very moment, I was at my wits end. I could honestly say that I was tired of living this type of lifestyle. Retiring with Damien and walking away from this operation sounded like the best solution.

  When I got Reggie on the phone I gave him a brief run down about my phone call and he was not pleased to hear it. As quick thinking as Reggie was, it didn’t take him no time to curse me out about not letting Damian meet me at the airport and tag along with Sabrina and I. But he told me some good news—Damian was at the house. Thank God he was at the house with Reggie and Reggie assured me that Damian would be here in a flash.

  Reggie kept me on the phone. He wanted to make sure we kept a flow of communication going until Damian arrived. I knew he did this to make me feel less afraid. And it worked. He knew he was my security blanket. The sound of his voice had always put me at ease and gave me that feeling that everything would be all right.

  His build and stature gave him that strong image, and money gave him power. I could honestly say that I could never remember a time when Reggie had any problems with niggas in the street. That is, until recently. Ninety percent of the cats that lived in Harlem had mad respect for Reggie. And since they knew that I was his baby sister, they had the same respect for me. But now the game had changed because someone wanted us eliminated. And if we didn’t hurry up and find out who he or they were, then we were going to forever be looking over our shoulders. Or worse, be six feet under.

  Finally, after waiting and talking with Reggie on the phone for seventeen minutes, Damian arrived at the restaurant. I swear I was so happy to see him. But before we excited the bathroom, he gave us very specific instructions and made us promise that we’d stick close to him and walk directly behind him until we reached our cars. And when we agreed, he led us out of the danger zone.

  New York’s Finest Kiki Swinson

  Chapter 21 – It’s Official

  Damian drove as I sit in the passenger seat of my truck. I was still flustered as we left the restaurant. Damian didn’t say anything when I told him I didn’t want to drive or leave my whip in Manhattan. He called Reggie to tell him all was well and he was taking me home. Reggie told him he already had a car of guys on their way to Manhattan to the restaurant. One of them would return the car to Reggie’s place.

  I was still nervous as Damian drove. Every few seconds he would look in the rearview or side view mirrors to ensure no one was following us. He asked me for my phone, looked through the directory and called my “threatening caller” back. I heard the phone ringing and it had to ring over twenty damn times before Damian disconnected the call.

  “Take me home, Damian, I don’t want to go to Reggie’s,” I said. “I just want to get to my place, kick my shoes off and chill. I need to get some rest and I want to be alone. This stressing is fucking with me.”

  “There’s no way I’m leaving you by yourself,” Damian replied as he kept checking out the mirrors. He was calm and collected, and that should have made me feel relaxed and safe. But how could I, someone was trying to kill me. And worse, I didn’t have control of my own fucking life, and I hated that shit.

  The rest of the ride was driven in silence, and that helped to ease my mind. I had to face facts: Damian was no longer the childhood friend, I now saw him as all man and my protector.

  It seemed like the time flew by fast because Damian and I approached the front door of my place in no time. After I locked the front door, I followed Damian down the hallway as he walked in every room to ensure no one was in my place. I was confident that everything would be fine, once we had a chance to settle down. Moments later, I watched him as he entered the kitchen. Before I turned the corner to enter in behind him, I heard my refrigerator door open.

  “Do you ever shop for groceries?” he wondered aloud.

  “Not really,” I replied as I entered the kitchen.

  “I can tell,” he commented as he closed the refrigerator door.

  I stood there near the entryway of the kitchen and watched Damian open and close every storage cabinet. “I see you got a few can goods and a couple boxes of mac and cheese,” he commented.

  “You wanna order out? There’s this nice Thai restaurant about two blocks away from here.”

  “It’s that the same as Chinese food?”

  “No, silly, its better,” I said and then I walked over and grabbed the Thai takeout menu from the kitchen drawer near the refrigerator. “I usually order their curry duck and it’s good.”

  “Is that what you’re gonna order?”

  “Yep.”

  “Well, order me one of those too,” he said as he left me standing in the kitchen by myself. I watched him from my peripheral vision. He looked and smelled like a million bucks. And the fact that he was assigned by Reggie to accompany me everywhere I went was the best decision Reggie ever made.

  After I placed our order, I told Damian to listen for the door because I was going to jump in the shower. Ten minutes into my shower time, Damian knocked on the bathroom door. “Need me to wash your back?” he yelled through the door.

  I stood there for a few seconds and pondered the thought of him coming in here while I was naked. Hell, washing my back actually wasn’t a bad idea. I could only imagine what would happen next. I mean, it’s no secret I got a nice ass. And just the thought of him smacking my ass got me hotter than the water cascading over my body. If nothing else, curiosity was killing me. I just hoped Damian could contain himself.

  “Come on in,” I finally told him.

  In a matter of seconds, he was front and center wearing the biggest smile he could muster up. I peeped around the shower curtain, only exposing my head and gave him a suspicious look. “You looking really suspect right now,” I commented.

  His smile got even bigger as he approached me. “I’m just happy to be here so I can make sure no one harms you.”

  “Ahh . . . that’s so sweet! I’m giving you two brownie points for that one,” I commented sexily, but in a sarcastic fashion.

  “You know me, Naomi. I’m just keeping it real.”

  “Yeah, I know how real you keep it, but did you come in here to talk? Or did you come in here to wash my back?”

  Trying to remain cool, calm and collective, he reached out for me to hand him my washcloth. “I’m waiting on you,” he said.

  I handed him my washcloth after I added more liquid body wash to it and then I turned my entire body around. He slid the shower curtain to the side and it gave him complete access to my body. I moved up towards the shower nozzle so the water could run down my back a little. I also did it because I’ve been told that excessive amounts of water or baby oil clinging to your body makes your titties and ass look inviting. I was half Puerto Rican and Black, so you know I had an ass that gave Jennifer Lopez competition. At that very moment, Damian knew it too.

  I stood with my legs spread apart, just enough to create a gap. I needed Damian to see the gap between my thighs and see how easy it would be to bend me over and get this pussy if he wanted it. Real men were indefensible and weak to gap-control, and every woman worth her weight in gold knew how to use their gap to their advantage.

  “Don’t be looking down at my ass!” I said and then I cracked a smile.

  “Whatcha’ talking about?” he replied as he scrubbed the spine of my back. “This ass,” he continued as he smacked me on the butt.

  With my back still facing him, I jerked my head around to look at him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” I warned him.

  “Oh, I can finish alright,” he assured me as he continued to lather my back with the soapsuds from the washcloth.

  “Yeah, okay Damian. Stay in your lane,” I told him and then I turned my head back around.

  Without saying another word, he dropped the washcloth on the floor of the bathtub, moved me further into the water and then he used both of his hands to wipe the suds off my entire back side. Damian’s touch from his powerful hands
made my pussy tingle on the inside. When he slid his hands down between my thighs and rubbed the clitoris of my pussy very slightly, it damn near sent me over the edge. It felt so good. I lifted my left leg and placed my foot on the edge of the tub so he could have better access, just in case he wanted to finger fuck me. He didn’t though. Instead, he continued to play with my pussy until I started jerking and grinding it against his hand.

  “Oooh, this feels so good. Please don’t stop,” I begged him.

  “Turn around,” he instructed me, in a demanding but subtle way.

  I turned around to face him and before I even realized it, he pulled me towards him and planted a wet and sensual kiss on my lips. The way he sucked on my bottom lip before letting it go was passionate to say the least. He wasn’t giving me too much tongue but he gave me enough. Before long he was coming out of his clothes and was completely naked. And when I say Damian gave me an eyeful, believe me. After all these years of hearing rumors of how big his dick was finally paid off. Damian’s dick had to be at least eight to nine inches in length and at least two inches in diameter. And the fact that it was erect and ready to serve its purpose to make me the happiest woman in the world. It had been a while since I last had me some dick. And it had been forever since I had some good dick. So tonight I planned to ride this cat until the paint came off the wall.

  “I want you to give me that dick from the back,” I whispered into his ear while I was kissing him around his neck.

  “Nah, I want you to get on this dick and ride it,” he told me. “I wanna look in your eyes while I’m holding you in my arms.”

  Shocked but turned on at the same time that he was so open and honest with his feelings that my feelings for him grew more and more by the second. I couldn’t decipher whether or not it was lust or something else. I did know that whatever it was, I didn’t want the feeling to stop. While I had my legs harnessed around his waist tightly, he held a firm grip around both of my ass cheeks as I slid his hard dick inside of me. I gasped, as I tighten my vagina muscles and grabbed him tightly around his neck.