His Final Deal

by Theresa A. Campbell

Genres: African American Urban

Synopsis

Raymond Brown, popularly known as Smooth Suave, is one of Jamaica's biggest drugs lords. With eight children by six baby mommas and counting, he's a player for life. A true baller, he lavishes in his wealth. He's a shot caller with "soldiers" wheeling and dealing all over Jamaica. It's Suave's world, and everyone else just lives in it ... or so he thinks. Raymond Brown's nemesis, King Kong, sees it differently. They've been rivals since childhood, and King Kong is hell-bent on destroying Suave at any cost. As the war over power, drugs, and money intensifies—from Wilton Gardens to Arnett Gardens, bodies are dropping like flies, washing the island of paradise in blood. It is the murder and kidnapping of two of Suave's loved ones that brings him to his knees. Being framed for murder, hunted by the cops, pursued by his enemies, betrayed by friends, tormented by a horrid secret, and fighting to protect his family and empire, Suave is nearing his breaking point. Yet, he isn't going down without a fight. Voilà! Suave makes a deal to eradicate his enemies—but if it backfires, it could very well cost him his own life. Then God counteroffers Suave's deal with His own—one that will undoubtedly give Suave the victory he needs but requires him to give up his drug empire and turn his life over to the Lord. With his motto being "I don't do God," will Suave accept God's deal, or take the risk of his own deal?

Release date: June 30, 2020

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

“Psssst. Hey, baby girl. Hold up.” Raymond “Suave” Brown hopped out of his brand-spanking-new, cherry-red Cadillac Escalade that was parked alongside the curb on Hope Road. With his long dreads hanging down his back, he swaggered over to the blushing young woman, a big smile on his face.

Like a laser beam, Suave’s eyes scoped out the tight, super minidress that hugged the voluptuous body like a second layer of skin. Big, firm breasts strained against the restricted material as the woman stuck her chest out, with her huge behind pointing in the opposite direction.

Suave noticed how she nervously shifted from one foot to the other, her index finger twirling around a long strand of her blond weave as she watched him approach her.

“Hello, beautiful. How is it going?” Suave gave her a wink and licked his lips in a LL Cool J kind of way.

“I’m... I’m fine,” she said in a small voice, looking down at the ground.

The dimples deepened in Suave’s cheeks. He was used to this type of reaction from the ladies. After all, he was “Smooth Suave”—six foot one with silky, chocolate skin wearing a tan Armani suit and a Rolex on his wrist. When money talked, everyone walked were the words he lived by.

“What’s your name, honey bunch?” Suave was laying it on real thick.

“Hmmm, Bubbles.”

“That’s a very pretty name for a very pretty lady.” He reached out and ran his index finger down her cheek.

Bubbles glanced up at him and smiled before looking away. “Thank you.”

“So, Bubbles, where am I dropping you off?” Suave grinned at her when she raised puzzled eyes to look at him. “I’m offering you a ride home, baby.” He spread his arms wide open as if to say, I’m all yours.

Bubbles’s eyes widened in excitement as the impact of Suave’s words hit her. She was just on her way to the bus stop. Glancing over at the Escalade, Bubbles felt her heartbeat speed up.

“I’m going home.” Bubbles gasped in delight. “I live in Pembroke Hall.”

“Pembroke Hall, it is.” Suave strolled over to the passenger-side door and opened it. His grin widened as he watched her rush over and hop into the truck without any hesitation. As she nestled back into the rich leather seat, glancing around wide-eyed, he closed her door.

Suave strutted around the car to take his seat behind the steering wheel. He glanced down at his watch and nodded his head. He had an hour before he had to pick up his main girl, Monica, from the hairdressing salon.

Monica Lambert was the mother of two of Suave’s eight children and was now five months pregnant with the third. She was the “wifey” and lived with their children in his big house in the affluent neighborhood of Jacks Hill, St. Andrew.

“Everything good, baby?” Suave’s eyes locked on Bubbles’s soft, brown, exposed thighs. The minidress had ridden farther up, exposing her thong. “You are one sexy woman.”

Bubbles giggled and glanced out the car window.

Suave started the car and drove off. “How old are you?”

“I’ll be nineteen in six days.” She beamed at him. Just the thought of spending her birthday with him was surreal.

“Cool. A grown woman who I’m sure knows how to handle a grown man.” Suave threw a sly smile at her before turning his attention back to the road. He was a lot of things, but a pedophile wasn’t one of them. He made it a rule never to get sexually involved with any girl under eighteen years old. Of course, if they lied about their age, it wasn’t his fault.

“Where are we going?” Bubbles asked a few minutes later, peering through the window as Suave took a turn off Waterloo Road into the parking lot of the Hide Away Motel and parked. “What’s going on?”

Suave turned sideways in his seat to face Bubbles, impatience splashed across his face. “I was thinking we would get a room and get to know each other some more. You have a problem with that?”

Bubbles looked at him with uncertainty for just a few seconds. Not because she hadn’t done this before. She had had her fair share of men, especially if they had lots of money. She just never expected him to move so fast. But as the bright, warm sun shone through the opened car window and the huge diamond cross pendant around Suave’s neck and the big rock in his ear sparkled, Bubbles felt a burst of excitement wash over her. Money, money, money. “I would like that.” She blushed and looked down at her bare lap.

“Cool.” Suave leaned back in his seat, reached into his pants pocket, and took out a wad of money.

Bubbles’s eyes grew large.

“Here, go get us a room.” He placed a thick bundle in her trembling hand.

After Bubbles hurried over to the small office, Suave drove around to the back of the building and parked behind a huge dumpster. This was one of his regular motels where he took his women for a little rendezvous, so he had to be careful. Who knew.... Maybe Monica was playing detective again. A few days ago, Suave pulled into another hotel to meet one of his women, and Monica drove in and parked right beside him. She was always driving around town trying to catch him in the act of cheating... as if the six other kids he had outside their relationship weren’t enough evidence of that. Shaking his head, Suave pressed his key fob, locking the doors behind him, and walked around to the front. He saw Bubbles coming toward him, waving her hand in the air.

“I got it.” Bubbles handed him the room key. “We’re in Room 303.”

How coincidental. Yesterday he had the same room.

Suave had gone to Sovereign Center to handle some business. As he was walking to the parking lot, deep in thoughts, he collided with a soft body.

“My bad.” Suave’s eyes lit up when he saw the beautiful woman standing before him. “I wasn’t paying attention.” He smiled broadly.

“No, you weren’t, Smooth Suave,” she replied softly and teasingly. “You almost knocked me over.”

Suave looked at her, trying to remember if he knew her, but drew a blank. Obviously, she knew him. “I’m sorry, but—”

“We never met,” the woman responded. “But I know who you are. I’ve seen you around and sometimes in the club. I’m Georgia.”

Suave’s grin got wider. His reputation preceded him. “Hi, Georgia, let me make it up to you,” he said quickly. “Why don’t we go back inside, and I’ll buy you lunch?”

Georgia didn’t hesitate. She happily took Suave’s hand in hers, and they walked back inside to the restaurant.

Suave enjoyed a lunch of steamed fish and bammy, and Georgia for dessert, at the same motel in Room 303.

“Hello?” Bubbles had a puzzled look on her face.

Suave enfolded her hand in his, and they took the stairs to the third floor. With a final look at his watch, Suave entered the motel room with Bubbles to get better “acquainted.”

Bubbles was thrilled to become Suave’s girl, and Suave was psyched to satisfy his lustful appetite. Any woman Smooth Suave wanted, Smooth Suave got.

“Li’l mama, you ain’t no joke.” Suave winked at Bubbles as he pulled up his pants almost an hour later. The encounter he had in mind wasn’t as brief as he had thought it would be. Bubbles showed him some moves and took him on a sexual journey so intense he had to savor the moment. Now, he was late to pick up Monica.

“So, when will I see you again?” Bubbles asked as she slipped the little dress over her head.

An awkward silence crept into the room as Suave contemplated his situation. This was the part he hated. He really had no intention of seeing her again, but after her raving performance in bed, he knew he needed more. “How about we decide on that after I drop you off at home?” This was another first for Suave. Usually, he would give the women some money to catch a cab with plenty left over, but he was breaking his rules for the queen of the bedroom... Bubbles.

“That sounds good to me.” Bubbles’s grin stretched from ear to ear as she bent down to slip the platform sandals on her feet. Inside, she rejoiced.

Fully dressed, Suave and Bubbles left the room and headed around to the back of the motel where he parked. Bubbles noticed how the car was hidden, but she never said a word. It was all good. He loved the women, and the women loved him... as long as she got her fair share.

Suave’s cell phone rang nonstop. A few of the calls he answered with an, “I’ll hit you back in a minute,” and others he ignored altogether.

Soon, Suave was navigating his Escalade down the narrow road to Bubbles’s house, creeping over potholes and loose stones. Passing small houses on both sides of the street, he became apprehensive as he looked around. Children ran around outside playing, while grown folks sat on their verandas or leaned up outside their gates, chatting and laughing. He was in unknown territory without any of his soldiers for backup. Due to Suave’s line of business, he had made enemies all over Jamaica, with competitors just itching for the opportunity to catch him vulnerable. His 9 mm Glock was hidden under his seat with a loaded semiautomatic rifle under the spare tire in the trunk, but what if there were a few of them? Suave said a few choice curse words under his breath. A woman has me slipping, he thought nervously.

“Over there.” Bubbles pointed to a small, pink house at the end of the street. The truck rolled forward. Faces were staring through opened windows and doors at the expensive truck in the neighborhood. Bubbles beamed with pride. She wished she could see the look on her haters’ faces when she hopped out.

Suave pulled up in front of her house, the engine running, the car still in drive.

“Are you coming in?” Bubbles asked hopefully, although she lived with her mother, stepfather, two brothers, and three sisters in the small, three-bedroom house. She hoped her sisters were out, and the room she shared with them was empty.

“Nah.” Suave shook his head. “I have some business to take care of, beautiful.” He reached in his pocket and took out some money, which he placed in her hand. “Why don’t you take my digits and hit me up later?”

Bubbles nodded with great anticipation. She stuffed the money in the small purse on her lap before she dug inside for her cell phone to add Suave’s number. After repeating the number back to him, she kissed him on the cheek before she alighted. As if in slow motion, Bubbles shut the car door, flung her long weave over her shoulder with an attitude, and struck a pose for all eyes to gaze upon her.

Suave ignored her antics and took his foot off the brake. He then pressed the gas and made a U-turn in the middle of the street before he sped off down the road as if demons were chasing him.

He never saw the flowery white curtain that slipped back into place as the man turned away from the window, a big joker grin plastered on his face. Well, well, look at this now. The big man all by himself in my neighborhood... It looked as if he didn’t have to go to the mountain after all—it just came right to him. Was it luck or destiny? Whatever it was, thank you, Bubbles.

“Where are you, Suave?”

“Suave, I’m waiting on you. Hurry up!”

“I’m still waiting on you!”

Suave was listening to his messages after dropping off Bubbles. As he expected, most were from Monica.

“One hour! You have me waiting one hour!”

“That’s it! I’m going home! Wait until I see you!”

Suave groaned loudly. He had told Monica he would pick her up from the hairdressing salon in an hour. Then he saw Bubbles. She had called a few times when he was with Bubbles, but he ignored the calls. Now, it was almost two hours later.

“Where were you, Suave?” Monica stood at the front door of their house with her hand on her hip. “Do you know how long I waited for you?” She pointed her finger in Suave’s face as her enormous stomach created a much-needed barrier between them. “Which one of your whores were you with this time?”

“I had to take care of some urgent business,” Suave lied.

“So why didn’t you answer any of my calls and tell me that? Huh?”

Suave tried to maneuver around Monica to get inside the house, but she shoved him back out to the veranda. “Answer me, Suave. Where were you?” At five foot eight, with a pregnancy weight of about 170 pounds, Monica wasn’t a lightweight.

Suave took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling as anger crept up on him. “I’m a grown man and don’t need to report my every move to you. Now, can I get into my house?”

“You are not going anywhere until you tell me why you left me stranded.” Monica shoved him again in the chest, this time much harder.

Suave stumbled back a little. His nostrils flared as he glared at her. “Don’t you have money to take a cab? As a matter of fact, why can’t you drive one of the cars in the garage?” he asked her.

“I can’t drive because I’m five months pregnant with your child, and my feet hurt,” she yelled. “I don’t want to take a cab when my no-good baby daddy has a car and can pick me up.”

Suave looked at her and shook his head. She was really pushing his buttons today, and he wasn’t in the mood to deal with her foolishness. “You know what? I’m—”

The cell phone in Suave’s hand rang. He glanced at it and saw that it was an important business contact in Westmoreland. He answered the call. “What’s up, my brother?” Turning his back on Monica, he strolled over to one of the veranda’s side chairs and sat down.

As Suave was engrossed in his conversation, Monica hurried inside the house. She returned and stood in the middle of the doorway, her hands behind her back.

Suave concluded his call. He looked up and noticed that Monica was still blocking the door. “I can’t deal with this right now.” Suave sucked his teeth and stood up.

“I’m not done talking to you, Suave,” Monica hissed.

“I’m outta here.” He turned around and walked away. As he descended the few steps into the yard, Suave felt a cool breeze fan his ear as a plate flew by his head, smashing into pieces at his feet. He spun around to see something flying in the air toward his head. He ducked.

“You think you can treat me any kind of way?” Monica screamed as another plate flew out of her hand into the yard. “I’m the mother of your children!” Another plate went sailing through the air. “I gave you ten years of my life, and you treat me like trash.” Two more plates landed at Suave’s feet as he jumped, ducked, dodged, and slipped.

“You are one crazy... Hey!” Suave dodged a plate as he inched closer to the gate.

“Say it, you nasty whoremonger.” Monica fired off another plate.

Suave completed the sentence under his breath as he ran through the gate toward his truck parked on the road.

“Peace out!” Suave hopped into his truck. He looked through the tinted window and saw his seven-year-old son, Rayden, and four-year-old daughter, Raven, hiding behind their furious mother, tears running down their faces. Shame and guilt swept over him. He wasn’t sure why he continued to hurt Monica and his children. He loved his family, but, unfortunately, they weren’t enough.

Suave drove away from his house with a heavy heart. “Destiny, Mama look from when you calling,” Buju Banton’s raspy voice blared from the car speakers. “I wanna rule my destiny.” Suave bobbed his head as he maneuvered the truck along Barbican Road, over to Hope Road, onto East Road, turning onto Waltham Park Road. Moments later, he pulled up in front of a small, two-bedroom house and parked.

“Daddy!” The little girl threw down the ball she was bouncing off the outside wall, opened the gate, and ran into Suave’s waiting arms. “I see your big truck coming down the road,” four-year-old Alissa informed her father, giggling as he placed little kisses all over her face.

“I can’t hide from you, huh?” Suave smiled as he held his daughter. “Where’s your mama?”

“Inside cooking dinner.”

Suave’s stomach growled at the mention of food. He intended to go home, shower, have dinner, and spend some time with Monica and the kids, but that didn’t work out too well. “Come on, let’s see what’s for dinner.” Suave walked up to the house with Alissa held in the crook of his arm.

“Daddy, you don’t see me too?” said a small voice from the adjoining house next door.

Suave’s hand paused on the doorknob as he turned to see his other daughter, Janelle, staring at him with a big frown on her face. “Hey, baby. Daddy didn’t see you. Come here and give me some love.”

Four-year-old Janelle smiled with happiness as she ran through her gate, over to her father at her aunt’s house.

Suave took care as he bent down with Alissa and scooped up Janelle in his other arm. He then stood up, balancing the two girls in each arm.

“Did you bring me something nice?” Janelle wrapped her little hand tighter around her father’s neck. “You promised me ice cream.”

Suave beamed with pride as he looked down at his two beautiful daughters. Both girls were not only sisters, but they were cousins too. Alissa’s mother, Charlene, and Janelle’s mother, Darlene, were identical twins who lived beside each other for years. Suave got both sisters and Monica pregnant just about the same time, with all three women giving birth to daughters within days of each other.

The nurses and doctors in Mona University Hospital maternity ward watched in amazement when Suave, the dedicated father, came in three times within a week, coaching his baby mommas through the births and cutting the umbilical cords. The proud papa also named his three daughters, who were small replicas of him—Raven, Alissa, and Janelle.

“Wow, look at these beautiful little girls. Are they triplets?” a woman asked Suave one day when he took his three daughters to Hope Gardens. Everyone who saw the girls always assumed they were because of their strong resemblance to each other, and they looked to be the same age.

“Thank you. Yes, they are my triplets.” Suave glowed with pride. He never mentioned his triplets were from triple births with triple mothers.

“Ahem.” Suave’s head snapped up to see Janelle’s mother, Darlene, standing on her veranda next door. “You are here to see Charlene but not me, huh?” Darlene walked closer to the short, wired fence that separated the houses. Her pretty face was screwed up with a cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Suave’s eyes lit up as he stared at Darlene. Her long, straight “Indian” hair fell down her back. Big, brown breasts were popping out of the midriff tank top, exposing tight, flat abs. Smooth, high butt cheeks peeked out from the booty shorts she wore. “Baby, you know I wouldn’t come in the place and not see you.” Suave lowered the two girls to the ground. “Both of you go inside. I’ll be right there.”

After the girls ran into the house, Suave walked out the gate and over to meet Darlene in her yard. “What’s up, sexy mama?” He slapped her on her behind.

Darlene rolled her eyes. She dropped the half-burning cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her slippers. “Don’t try to sweet-talk me, Suave. You came, and the first place you headed was over to Charlene’s house. What am I, huh? Chop liver?” Darlene was angry. She folded her arms across her chest, pushing her boobs higher up.

Suave licked his lips, overcome with lust. “Girl, you know I was saving the best for last. I was just going to grab a bite by Charlene because Alissa said she was making dinner. But trust and believe, Smooth Suave was coming next door for dessert.” He leaned in closer to Darlene and nibbled on her bottom lip.

“Behave yourself, man.” Darlene playfully shoved at him but was now grinning.

The two sisters spent their whole lives competing. If Charlene dated a guy in high school, Darlene never stopped until she slept with him. Darlene got pregnant when she was nineteen years old; Charlene was pregnant weeks later. Charlene became an exotic dancer; Darlene began dancing at the Gentleman’s Club across the street. Darlene rented a house on Waltham Park Road; Charlene moved into the house next door within a few weeks. Charlene met and slept with Suave one night when he came to the club with his boys; the following week, Darlene had Suave in her bed.

“Suave and I are having a baby,” Charlene had bragged to Darlene almost five years ago, a satisfied smirk on her face. “We may be sharing him, but I’m his baby momma now.”

Darlene threw her head back and laughed. “For your information, Suave just brought me home from the doctor.” She rubbed her small baby bump, her smile growing bigger at the shocked expression on Charlene’s face. “I am Suave’s baby momma too. You better come correct.”

“Let’s go inside.” Suave reached out and lightly touched one of Darlene’s breasts.

Darlene laughed, turned around, and walked back to her house.

Suave was right on her heels. Darlene’s backside was the best real estate on her body. She had the shape of a Coca-Cola bottle with curves that made his blood rush like a raging river.

“Mama, I’m hungry,” remarked Darlene’s three-year-old son as he wandered out of a side room. He was wearing white briefs with his thumb in his mouth. “I want fry chicken.”

“Your aunt is cooking next door. Go tell her to give you some dinner.”

“Yay!” The boy raced past his mother and Suave.

“Little Mr. Chin looks more like his father each day.” Suave looked at Darlene with a frown on his face. “And you tried to plant that baby on me, huh?”

Suave was right. When Darlene got pregnant with her son, she told him the baby was his. Suave was known to take care of all his kids, so he stuck by her, even though Charlene warned him the child wasn’t his.

“The baby’s father is Mr. Chin, the Chinese man, who owns the bakery in Downtown Kingston,” Charlene had informed Suave. “He’s afraid of his wife finding out, so he doesn’t claim the child. Trust me, Darlene is giving you ‘jacket.’” “Jacket” was a Jamaican term for a child that was raised by a man who didn’t know that he wasn’t the biological father.

“Well, none of my kids can hide,” Suave had replied. “All my children favor me. I’ll find out when the baby is born.” And he did. The little boy was born light skinned with small, slanted eyes and a head full of straight, black hair. Suave didn’t speak to Darlene for months.

“I said I was sorry,” Darlene mumbled, rolling her eyes. “It was an honest mistake.” She strolled off down the hall and into her bedroom, leaving the door open.

Suave shook his head, followed her into her room, and closed the door behind him. It had been almost four years since the deception, but he still got upset whenever he saw the boy. Even so, he found it hard to stop messing with Darlene.

If a woman was skilled in the bedroom, Suave was hooked. Women were his weakness... a fact that was well known to everyone—which, unfortunately, included his enemies.

Darlene knew she had to get Suave back in a good mood really quickly. She couldn’t afford for him to change his mind and head back over to Charlene’s house. Her rent, electricity, and water were due, and she also needed groceries. Things weren’t the same at the club anymore. After giving birth to four children, Darlene still looked good, but she was no competition for the eighteen-and nineteen-year-old strippers. Her regular customer pool was dwindling, and she got no help from her other kids’ fathers. There was only Suave, who made sure his daughter had everything she needed.

Darlene provocatively pulled the blouse over her head, baring her breasts.

Suave swallowed hard as he went and sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued on Darlene. His heart rate went up as she took her time easing the little shorts over her ample hips, down to her ankles. With her back now to Suave, Darlene bent over as she stepped out of the shorts. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Lord, have . . .