“Easy,” she smiled. “Just have them niggas run up in there while the club is packed. Niggas will look like they coming to get lit, and they make their way to the stash and cash. The whole time, we’ll be there, and they won’t be looking at us. I already got it mapped out,” she assured her cousin. “Next time he goes to the club, I’ll roll with him so I can scope the layout.”

  That would be the easy part. As long as she and Tank had been rocking, he pretty much had her around everything, and she always pretended like it was no big deal.

  “So, we get the money and look like we ain’t know shit,” he nodded, slowly understanding.

  “Exactly,” she smiled. “And I’ll be right there to pick up the pieces like I did last night. He called me, wanting me to come to his side. And I was right there holding his hand and comforting him.”

  She played the role well. She even managed to get choked up. She was surprised to see Tank so emotional. He cried in front of her, which she never thought would happen. But she played the role of a good girlfriend. She figured with everything he had going on with Miss Liz, he wouldn’t be concentrating on anything else. She could get the information she needed and start making her plans.

  Two-Shots just stared at her. Genese was like a completely different person. She noticed his sullen expression and became annoyed.

  “What?” she huffed.

  “I thought I told you to leave her alone,” he said.

  “What the hell are you talking about?” she said, feigning ignorance.

  “Yo, don’t fucking play stupid with me,” he snapped, sitting up. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Mz. Ave. You killed her.”

  “Okay, so what if I did?” she replied, not understanding what the problem was.

  “I told you to leave her the fuck alone,” her cousin yelled.

  She leaned back and watched him get angry for reasons she couldn’t figure out.

  “Look, there was a reason for what I did,” she shrugged. “I needed to get information that I knew she would be able to give me. You was on that bullshit, and I had to get stuff handled.”

  He was listening to her, surprised at how cold she was. She was starting to feel herself and act like she was in charge, and he didn’t like that shit.

  “I ain’t got no ties to her,” she said, stacking the money. “You wanna be in your feelings and everything. You the one that came up with this whole thing to get this money, remember?”

  “Yeah, but you killed her, G,” he stressed.

  She looked at her cousin and shook her head. He actually looked remorseful.

  “See? This is exactly why you need me, David,” she sighed. “Now, you threatened me and damn near blackmailed me, and then when I come up with a good idea, you wanna start acting like a pussy. You got your fucking emotions tied into this bullshit.” She went back to stacking the money and mumbling. “Shit, we got to make this money. Besides, the bitch saw my face. She had to go.”

  Two-Shots was sitting quietly on the couch when suddenly he jumped up and ran over, snatching her by the hair, pulling her down. Genese screamed in pain, and he grabbed her in a choke hold.

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to?” he boomed. She winced, and he squeezed hard. “You forget who the fuck I am, Genese. You better remember who in charge. Now, I told you to leave her alone.”

  Genese tried to speak, but Two-Shots was squeezing her neck hard.

  To Two-Shots, it seemed like Genese almost enjoyed killing her. He felt torn up about it. Mz. Ave hadn’t done anything to them. She was probably one of the nicest people he had ever met. He never would’ve contemplated doing anything like that. Yeah, he wanted to get to Tank, but he never wanted Mz. Ave to be a casualty. However, he couldn’t tell Genese that.

  “You better be sure that nigga don’t catch you slipping,” he said, letting her go.

  She coughed and gasped for air as he walked back to the other side of the room.

  She hadn’t intended on killing the woman. She thought that maybe if she hurt her bad enough, that would get the point across, but what she wasn’t expecting was for Mz. Ave to actually put up a fight. Next thing she knew, her mask fell off, and Liz was looking at her face-to-face. She definitely couldn’t risk being recognized, so the whole beating her and leaving her plan was out the window. She had to do what she had to do. It was evident that Mz. Ave wasn’t going to go down without a fight. So, she plugged her. She watched the woman die and went to work. She went through all of her things and found information on Tank within a few minutes. Then she cleaned up after herself and left.

  Genese had a bit of a past too. Granted, hers wasn’t as dark as her cousin’s, and she had never really gotten caught up, but back in the day, she was slick with a blade. Before she moved to Miami, she lived in Georgia when she got kicked out of school for slicing a girl’s face with her razor blade.

  I wonder who found her.

  She didn’t think that the lady’s body would be found so fast. She had anticipated it taking a few days, but shit happened.

  Two-Shots watched her as she rubbed her neck. She seemed confident, but he wasn’t convinced. He didn’t like the fact that she had just come in and taken over. He had everything mapped out to go his way, and now Genese was suddenly in charge. This was supposed to be his plan. His idea. She wasn’t running shit.

  “When is the concert?” he asked, staring at her.

  “In a few weeks,” she told him. “It’s enough time to do what we gotta do.”

  He wanted her to think that she was handling shit, but he was going to come up with a game plan of his own. He didn’t trust Genese. Especially after the shit she pulled killing Mz. Ave. For all he knew, she could try to kill him too. And he had already taken the fall for her once before. She may have been family, but a lot of money was on the line.

  * * *

  “Martaveous, I didn’t think that I would be meeting with you today. I thought you would’ve rescheduled what with . . . well . . . you know,” Bo spoke surprised.

  Tank was sitting in the office of Bo Everson, also known in the industry as Big B. Big B was that nigga. He had his hand in just about everything in Miami. Tank respected him because he was always on a come-up and came from a similar background. He had several streams of income. Big B was who Tank wanted to be like, so for Tank to meet with him, he couldn’t pass that up.

  “Well, I definitely appreciate you taking the time to meet with me today.” Tank thanked him, looking at him as he sat in front of his desk.

  “No problem,” Big B dismissed. “I have to say, though, I guess I am just a little surprised that you’re here. I knew this meeting was on the books before . . . I mean, I heard about your mother, Mz. Ave.”

  Tank’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

  “A few of my organizations have done work with her soup kitchen,” he explained as if reading his mind.

  Tank should have known. Everybody at some point had some type of encounter with her.

  “I appreciate it,” he said.

  It hurt just to think of her. Tank wanted to do everything he could to keep his mind off of her. He had buried her the day before, and pretty much half the city of Miami was there. He was numb to the dozens of people giving him empty well wishes and condolences. He had Genese there to comfort him, and while he was grateful, he desperately wanted to wake up and find it was just a bad dream.

  Between Mz. Ave being murdered and the bullshit that happened with his traps, he was barely sleeping. Armani had hit him up and told him that he had information about who robbed one of the spots, but it turned out to be some bullshit. Just some little young nigga bragging for clout. But Tank had ears to the streets that nobody knew about. So if somebody on the inside was jacking him, he had to make moves without tipping them off. And he was sure he would find out soon enough.

  In the meantime, he still had business to handle. The concert was days away, and he had been working overtime to get the club up and running. Today, he was coming to see Big B about his idea for the party bus. He figured that would be another way to bring in money outside of the actual club. Party buses were a big tourist attraction. It could bring in big bucks, especially having them rented out specifically for tourists and major parties. He wanted to have a fleet of them all over town. But he needed another investor, and he was hoping Big B would be just that.

  “So, what can I do for you?” Bo asked, interrupting his thoughts.

  “Well, I had an idea,” Tank started, clearing his throat. “I was thinking of opening a fleet of party buses.”

  Tank began filling him in on his vision. He had come prepared with graphs and perspectives with projections for the next eighteen months.

  “The numbers look good,” Bo admitted when Tank finished his pitch about half an hour later. “I tell you what. I can do about 20 percent.”

  “Cool,” Tank nodded happily. “It was more than I anticipated.”

  “Hey, I’ve been watching your hustle for a minute,” Bo complimented him. “You’re making moves. I like that. You remind me a lot of myself.”

  Tank was feeling good hearing the praise. He was doing everything he could to bring in more money. Being in business with Big B, he could learn a lot.

  They spoke for a while longer. Then Tank shook hands with him and headed to meet up with Fendi. Now that he handled that business, he had to take care of another matter—his mother’s murderer.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  April 2019

  “Yo, everybody, listen up. We are officially in business. That’s right, boy. ‘Back to Tank Transportation’—it’s a go. We got five party buses, and we’re already booked for the next three months.”

  Tank was smiling hard; he was so happy. He was at his launch party for Back to Tank Transportation, his fleet of party buses. He and Big B were having a mini celebration with some of their close friends, but Tank was going to turn up the next night at the club. It had been several weeks of endless meetings, paperwork, and just about every possible problem, but they had the party buses lined up and going. He was proud of himself.

  Looking around, he smiled. Fendi was there with his new girl, and, of course, Genese was there to support. She was looking bad as hell too. He wanted more than anything to take her in a private room and bang out her back, but they had to wait.

  She looked at him and winked, licking her lips. She had sucked him off before the party started, and all he could think about was how less than half an hour ago his dick was in her mouth, and she was swallowing his seeds. He smirked and turned to his silent partner.

  “Yo, man, this shit is really happening, bruh,” he said.

  “Yeah. It’s only up from here,” Big B told him. “The way it’s looking, we haven’t even started trips yet, but with the bookings you already got and everything, in six months, you’ll be making almost double the projected figures.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Tank grinned. “Yo, you coming to the concert tomorrow?”

  “Oh, most definitely,” his partner confirmed. “Everybody in Miami been talking about this. You got everybody coming out from Fort Lauderdale, Orlando—everywhere. Hotels is booked, Martaveous. Everybody is talking about how this is the biggest concert of the year. I gotta give it to you. I wish I had thought of it myself.”

  “And then the grand opening of 305? It’s gonna be lit,” Tank confirmed.

  “Absolutely,” Big B nodded. “Yo, we may have to chop it up about some more business. Maybe opening up a club together in Fort Lauderdale or something.”

  “Hey, if it’s making me money, then I’m with it,” Tank agreed as they shook hands.

  He had to admit, he was already thinking about other business ventures. He grew quiet for a moment, thinking about Mz. Ave. He knew she was proud of him. It had been a little over a month since she was murdered, and the police still didn’t have many answers. Folks were talking in the streets saying that she was set up, but there were no significant leads. He was trying to do better and keep up with her legacy the best way that he could. He had taken Li’l Strap under his wing and been paying him heavy to do promo. He had met Strap’s mother and decided to give her a job as well so that Strap wouldn’t have to be in the streets so much. Tank wanted him to have a better outcome than he did.

  He was still hurting and mourning his mother’s death, but he knew that him handling business and helping Strap and his family was just what Mz. Ave wanted. But he hadn’t let up on finding out who killed her. That was still a priority until he had a body. He figured that if he stayed quiet and laid low, eventually, somebody would speak if they thought he just gave up. His traps were doing good, and he had extra security to keep everything operating as usual. People were starting to question him and his abilities, and that was the last thing he needed.

  “Ay, y’all, let’s go to the club,” Armani spoke, breaking his thoughts.

  “Yeah,” he heard.

  Everybody in the room seemed to agree.

  “Yo, let’s head to one of my spots and buy out the bar,” Tank suggested.

  Naturally, everyone was happy with that idea. They all dapped each other up and headed out, agreeing to meet later that evening at the club.

  “That’ll give me some time to finish what I started earlier,” Genese said suggestively as they walked to the car.

  “That’s if we can make it to the house,” he teased.

  “Oh, I was gonna get you in the car anyway,” she laughed.

  The two hopped in his car, and he took off toward his house. Genese wasted no time in unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. Quickly putting him in her mouth, she started to suck his dick. Instantly, he got hard. The sounds of her slurping and gagging were turning him on. He couldn’t wait to get her to the crib so he could do some real damage. She slurped and sucked, and it was taking everything in him not to bust in her mouth, feeling his dick touch the back of her throat. He was trying hard to focus on the road as he sped toward his home.

  “Gah damn, girl,” he grunted.

  She pulled her dress up, exposed her lace thong underneath her, and started to play with her pussy.

  “Damn, baby, I wanna feel that dick so bad,” she said before putting him back into her mouth.

  “Man, fuck this shit,” Tank said as he looked around for a place to pull over. He pulled to the side of the road and pushed his seat back as far as it would go. “Come get on this dick.”

  Genese grinned, excited, and hopped over the console to get on top of him. He shoved his dick inside of her, and she started to ride him. Gripping her ass, he pushed her deeper down onto his dick, making her cry out.

  “Fuck,” she screamed, beating the ceiling of the car.

  Tank grabbed her titties and massaged them in his hands, driving her crazy. She started riding him like never before, squeezing her pussy lips around his dick as she bounced up and down.

  “Oh-my-God,” she cried out. “Baby, I’m comin’!”

  She was riding him and screaming like she was possessed. He was ready to bust the way she was taking it.

  “Yo’ ass better still be on the pill,” he warned.

  “Yes, baby, yes,” she replied, riding him faster.

  She was damn near hitting her head on the ceiling because she was bouncing so hard. He squeezed her ass tighter and smacked it one good time, making her scream. She gushed her juices all over his dick moments before he exploded inside of her. Then she collapsed forward, and both sat for several minutes trying to catch their breath.

  “Damn,” he mumbled, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

  “Yeah,” she agreed as she climbed off him, getting back in the passenger seat. She laughed, seeing the stain on his clothes from her cum. “I guess I marked my territory.”

  “You did that shit a long time ago,” he laughed.

  He cranked the car, and fifteen minutes later, they arrived at his house. They had about an hour and a half before they were supposed to meet everybody at the club. Genese headed straight for the shower, and Tank was right behind her. He wasn’t done with her just yet.

  She was already in the shower lathered up when he stepped in, surprising her. She jumped and started grinning, seeing him. Then without saying a word, she stepped backward, giving him room to get wet. He stepped under the water and felt the heat.

  “Goddamn, you got this water hot enough to bake a nigga,” he complained.

  “Boy, stop,” she said.

  She grabbed his manhood and began squeezing and jerking him off. Grabbing her titties, he put them in his mouth and let the mixture of water and his tongue get her hot and ready. Giving him a devilish look, she lowered herself to provide him with what she knew he loved—her mouth. He smiled at the sight.

  “Yo, a nigga love your crazy ass,” he said.

  She opened her eyes for a second, hearing him say that. He didn’t even realize what he said until it was too late. But he meant it. Of course, she probably thought he was just saying the shit because they were fucking, and he was caught up in the moment, but he fucked with her the long way. They had been rocking together for several months now, and shit was good.

  She didn’t respond to his confession but instead simply smiled and continued to taste him.

  “Shit,” he hissed. His head went back, and the water flowed down while she sucked. He knew he was ready to nut, but he had something else in mind. “Nah, man, you ain’t ’bout to get my ass again. Turn that ass around.”

  He pulled her up and made her face the opposite direction so that he could hit it from behind. She braced herself holding the wall tight.

  “Aah,” she cried out as he pushed himself in once again. He began to stroke her slow, and she moaned in extreme pleasure. “Oooh, daddy, I love yo’ shit,” she said as he pulsated inside of her.

  “Damn, I love his pussy, girl,” he moaned, watching her ass clap and bounce against him.

  He loved the fact that she was so freaky. Anything that he wanted to do to her, she allowed. She never turned him away. She craved him. And he loved that shit.

  They fucked in the shower until the water was too cold for them to stand, forcing them to give in, and he released yet another round of generations of Youngs into her womb.