The Family Business 3(27)

“I don’t know, but it can’t be good. I think we need to get in that hotel lobby before they do.” We grabbed our baseball caps and headed for the hotel entrance.

“Oh, shit!” I grabbed her arm, stopping her twenty feet from the entrance.

“What?”

I directed her attention to a souped-up 1975 Plymouth Duster. “Isn’t that one of Junior’s cars?” This was really bad.

“Shit. Junior must be in there with Sonya.”

We rushed to the lobby and posted up in a couple of chairs that gave us a great view of the front desk, lobby, and elevators just in time to see Samuel and his two henchmen enter. They headed straight for the front desk, where they were greeted by a smiling reservations clerk. She wasn’t smiling for long, though, because Samuel started getting agitated. We weren’t close enough to hear the conversation, but it looked like it was easily solved once he pulled out a wad of cash and slid it across the counter to her. Her smile returned as she typed something into her computer then handed Samuel a key card. Samuel snatched up the card, and he and his men turned toward the elevators.

Paris shot me a look, and we got our asses over to the elevator bank in a hurry. Just as the door was about to close, Paris reached her arm in to stop it.

“Hello.” She smiled flirtatiously as we entered the elevator, joining the men. She got a big smile in return from one of Samuel’s henchmen. Not to be outdone, I pushed my breasts out until they were straining against the fabric of my tight top.

“How are you gentlemen?” I purred. There was nothing like playing oversexed bimbos looking for dates. I had to admit it was my favorite act.

“We’re great,” the shortest one answered quickly. He was clearly the one least accustomed to two hot sistahs giving him the time of day. Yeah, he was definitely the one to focus on. The taller, skinny one, who looked to be all about business, barely cracked a smile. I would have to step up my game, but I didn’t mind. I always enjoyed a challenge.

“You ladies might want to familiarize yourself with the Koran.” Samuel sound disgusted, staring at us as if we were gum on the bottom of his shoe.

Paris ignored him, turning all her attention to the short one, the easiest target. “Mmmm. Big feet,” she said. “Is it true what they say about big feet?”

I had to hand it to Paris; she definitely had some game. She was so seductive that I swear dude was reaching for his zipper like he was about to show her just how true it was. Samuel was having none of it, though.

“You two really need to get right with Allah,” he barked at us.

“Oh, you not into women?” Paris poked at Samuel with a straight face. I swear if that brother was white he would have gone bright red. “A’ight. Guess that means two for two instead of three for two.”

“I’m just not into nasty, dirty whores,” he snarled.

She brushed him off with a shrug. “I guess you’re not into these, then,” she said, shocking even me as she pulled down the V-neck on her shirt, exposing her damn near perfect tits. I say damn near because since her pregnancy, they hung just a little lower than mine. “You gotta be a * who is just not into * to not be inspired by these.”

Samuel refused to even look in the direction of her bare chest, but the other two dudes, their eyes were damn near bugging out of their heads. Seeing where she was going with this little act, I joined right in, flipping my tits out too.

One of the guys groaned like he was about to explode in his pants. I knew he wanted to reach out and touch them, but Samuel’s stone face made him retreat.

“Don’t act like you don’t like them,” Paris prodded. “Go ahead. You can touch them.”

“Not interested,” Samuel spoke for them all.

“She wasn’t talking to you,” I said, turning full frontal to his associates. “What about you boys? You interested?” I jumped a little to make my breasts jiggle.

The two other brothers looked at each other like they were wondering which one was going to defy Samuel first, and that was the moment of distraction Paris and I needed. We pulled out our silenced guns. The two horny ones never even touched their weapons before we made kill shots. Samuel, on the other hand, was a whole lot more experienced and closer to his weapon.

He aimed his gun at Paris. I leaped for his hand, spoiling any kind of shot he might have. I saved her life, but he was strong as hell and threw me across the elevator like a rag doll. By the time, I looked up, he had his gun pointed at me. I braced myself, twisting my body to make myself a smaller target like I’d been trained in school. I heard the sound of two silenced shots, and the back of Samuel’s head exploded against the elevator wall.

I turned to Paris.

She shrugged, the smoking gun still in her hands. “What? You saved my life, so I had to save yours. You know I don’t like to owe nobody, and knowing you, your ghost would haunt me the rest of my life.”

“Whatever. Bitch, you know you love me,” I said as she helped me up.

She bent down to search Samuels’s pockets, pulling out the key card the reservation clerk had given him. “Come on. It’s time to find Junior.”





Junior





17


Two hours earlier





“You ready? Because this is it,” I whispered into Sonya’s ear as we entered the LaGuardia Airport Marriott. Her face lit up as she rolled her suitcase, which was a whole hell of a lot bigger than mine, into the lobby. I glanced over at the black van that had parked in a handicap space, probably so that the driver could get the best view of the lobby. So far, so good.