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James being an international lawyer was one of the first things that attracted Wanda, you mean other than his broad shoulders and that chest, especially when he said that his practice included international commerce and trade.

According to Monika, he had been married once. James married Lisa, a fellow lawyer, while he was working in the District Attorney's office.

When he left the DA’s office, he and Lisa opened The Austin Law Firm together. They have four children that live with their mother in Los Angeles.

Prior to their divorce three years ago, his net worth was estimated at nine point seven million dollars, of which, Lisa took half. Since then, James had done a better job of hiding his assets.

When Wanda felt his thickness twitching inside of her, she began to move. But before allowing her to take the lead again, James told her to get on her knees. She rocked her hips a few more times before easing off of him. Wanda got on her knees and crawled around the bed like a lioness stalking her prey.

Once Wanda settled into a good spot at the edge of the bed, James got behind her, slapping her cheek once before prying her legs apart with his knee and with one swift pump, he was inside of her again.

He could feel Wanda's juices drenching his balls as she began grinding her hips into James. He held onto her hips and slammed his dick into her as hard as he could. Wanda’s phone began to ring, and she knew it was Yarissa calling from the ringtone.

Yarissa never calls me, Wanda thought.

“I need to answer that.”

“Not now you don’t,” James said and spanked her ass.

When Wanda began to buck harder and harder, James let her go and leaned forward to finger her clit. She pounded her body against his until Wanda felt her body begin to tremble and she could feel him begin to expand inside of her. They went at it hard and fast until they both climaxed and collapsed from exhaustion.

Once Wanda’s breathing returned to something close to normal, she rolled over and called Yarissa.

“Hey, Yarissa. It’s Wanda.”

“Rain was shot last night, and she wants to see you.”

“I’m on my way,” she said as she got out of bed. Yarissa told her where they were, and Wanda ended the call.

“Where are you going?” James asked as Wanda headed to the bathroom.

“Family emergency,” Wanda said, slamming the door behind her.

Chapter Eleven

“He’s gone inside,” Martel said and checked the silencer on his weapon. Martel, Brooks and Busta had trailed Carter to the house where Rain was recovering. They had parked the car up the block and watched Carter go inside.

Martel opened his door. “You ladies coming?”

Both Brooks and Busta checked the silencers on their weapons, got out of the car and rushed to catch up with Martel. He pointed at Busta and then pointed across the street to signal where he wanted him. He trotted to the other side of the street and then continued toward the car. As Busta, moved into position, Martel and Brooks approached the car where Carter’s men were waiting like sitting ducks.

It was a nice summer night in the city, and Sean and Zack were relaxing with the windows down, enjoying the night’s air. Unbeknownst to them, this would be their last night.

As Martel approached, Brooks hung back to cover them. When Martel signaled with his hand, Busta moved quickly to the driver’s side window as Martel eased his gun out of his pants. Both men arrived at their targets at the same time and fired one shot a piece to the head.

“What you wanna do now?” Brooks asked.

“Fuck you mean?” Martel asked.

“We gonna wait until he comes out?”

“Hell no.” Martel looked at Brooks like he was crazy. “Nigga is you stupid; we going in after his ass.”

Martel turned around and started for the house and then they went around to the back.

When Yarissa went back in the room to see about Rain, Carter looked at Glenda and extended his hand toward the steps. Neither said anything to the other as he followed her down the stairs to where Dixon and Eddie were sitting in the kitchen talking.

“I’m out,” Carter yelled as he passed them by.


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