Smooth Jazz Ch. 06

"Sure. Where to? Partners got your car."

"To the hospital and don't mention anything to Ellen, you hear me?" William warned the officer on his payroll. It was a stroke of luck him and his other buddy were always called to this area.

"Of course not," he said and William put his head against the window. If Ellen found out what happen she would be furious. He had no idea how Jazz knew about the photos he had been taking or what she meant by the letter. He just hoped he hadn't blown their cover.

*

ELLEN PULLED HER DRESS BACKED ON, AS BLACK ROLLED OVER AND LIT A BLUNT. She loved this thug fucking that they were doing. He even had introduced her to some of his friends. She was enjoying her time with him. He had power, money and control.

She admired the respect that he got in the streets and the power in his name. Ellen was almost sad that she had to play him, but that's the way the game goes. She was almost there with convincing him.

"So what's sup with you and that bitch boy William? You fucking around, loving the crew and shit. You disloyal, I don't like that. That aint a good sign for me," Black puffed on his Kush and watched her through slanted eyes.

Ellen was a nice white bitch for him. She sucked a good dick and had some decent pussy. Plus, she was letting the crew get some love and he was making some change from it. Still, there was something about her that screamed snake. Yet, Black was too cocky to think she could get over on him.

"On the contrary, I'm not disloyal. William accepts the lifestyle I choose to lead. He encourages it even. He likes being dominated by me. But he's neither here or there. You're doing business with me now. Unlike William I don't slip."

"Is that right? Well tell me more about this old guy, with this safe."

"Of course, he's a wealthy businessman. Really into politics, has tons of money, and owns a lot of shit. He has a safe in his office. He keeps millions of dollars, untaxed money he gets under the table from services he provides to politicians trying to get a leg up."

"I'm interested. Where is this office?"

"Downtown area, I work there, I have access to it, and he trusts me with his life. Simple. We go in, when he's there alone. Rob him. Take all his cash."

"Sounds good shawty but this is a wealthy man were talking about. He got cameras, security, and if he's smart he know people are plotting on him."

"You underestimate me Black. I can easily set up a meeting with him, make it late night, no security. Turn off the cameras."

"Okay so why not rob him yourself, or take the money while he's not looking." Black felt like it sounded too good of a come up to be true.

"I don't know the code and to be honest I lack the guts. He'd also recognize me all too well. This has to look like an outside job. Look I know you're just out of prison. You're trying to get back to your hustle."

"You're making money but since you've been locked up, I can tell things have changed. Until we get those drugs in an effective way, this is the next best thing."

Black thought about it long and hard. She did have a point. The game had changed on him in the short stint he had done. There was more money circulating and he was slightly out of the loop. This could be just what he needed until he got the drugs back.

"This betta be secure, because I'm not going back to jail." Black looked her dead in her eyes and she smiled.

"It's secure alright. My only request is we keep William out of the plan. He always finds a way to mess shit up."

"Done. Hey before you leave go holler at my man Rico." Black winked at her and Ellen licked her lips.

"With pleasure," Ellen walked out to go find her next venture. It reminded her of when she was with her mother, the sex, drugs, and the thrill. She was in the never ending cycle, not knowing that it only led to self-destruction.

Ellen was blinded with unseen desire. She couldn't wait till it all was hers. She would set Black up to rob the office and then get him caught. Once he was locked up for life, she would be the one on top.

*

JAZZ SAT AT THE EDGE OF THE BED. Connor hadn't talked to her much since they had left the hospital and they gave her a check-up, some antibiotics and cream for her soreness. She was worried he would be done with her, after this little incident.

Jazz couldn't blame him if he did leave. He didn't sign up for this. It's not like she came with a sign that said crazy ex-husband alert. Jazz wished she had paid more attention, wished that she wasn't so blinded by the glitz of love, wished she hadn't been so young and stupid.

"Give me the letter and the photos you found." His deep voice broke through her thoughts, she was surprised he spoke to her, and reached over to retrieve them from her bedside.

Connor put them in a black book bag he had grabbed from his place along with his laptop.

"Are you leaving?" Jazz's voice was tight. Connor didn't answer her. He was in his own world.

"You're going to James house tonight. I already spoke to him about it."

"And where are you going?" Jazz questioned not liking how his voice sounded, demanding, like she was a child that needed to be watched.

"Connor I'm perfectly fine, staying alone if you want to run off somewhere. I'm not holding you here."

"Jazz don't fight me on this."

Jazz knew she was being foolish. She was trying not to let it show that his coolness was bothering her. As he loaded stuff into his bag she could see he was tense. She knew he was probably looking for a way out at this point and she would give it to him.

"Connor, what do we have?" Jazz turned to him as he put the last item in his bag and zipped it closed.

"What do you mean?" Connor's face was hard to read. Jazz felt herself shrink. He didn't seem to have any emotions at this point. He had expressed so much rage and slowly she had watched him decline to silence.

"What do we have? In other words, how do you feel about me?" She faced him and stepped closer. His Jade eyes went a shade darker. He was putting his wall up. Jazz folded her arms, prepared to put up her wall as well.

Jazz was sad on the inside. She just wanted to protect herself. She just wanted to save herself from getting hurt. Jazz needed to hear what she already knew, that he wanted to leave.

"Is this really the right time to discuss this, now? You know how special you are to me." His voice was tight and crisp. Was it frustration that was fuming off of him to her? What was it that was hidden behind those clear almost translucent green eyes?

"Yes you tell me that, but-"

"But what, You want me to make a commitment?" His edgy tone had her looking up at him with disbelief in her eyes. What did he have to be defensive about?

"Are you serious Connor? I haven't asked you for anything! You have offered your time and that was all on your own."

"I'm asking how you feel about me, since I'm sleeping with you, I feel I'm entitled to know, but I'm not pushing you for a commitment."

"Then what's the problem? And don't tell me it's about how I feel about you? I care for you, you know that."

"You've told me that before, but I could hear that from any man I'm sleeping with!" She let it slip out and he turned to her and grabbed both her arms a dangerous gleam was in his eyes. Jazz cried out in the slight pain.

Jazz instantly wished she could take it back, because underneath it, she saw the hurt. He cursed under his breath and let her out of his grip. It seemed a vein was pulsing in his neck and steam was coming out from him.

"And who else are you sleeping with?" She shrugged him off in disgust, and walked away.

"Nobody else but you Connor and it wouldn't matter if I did; you don't know what I am to you."

"I don't share Jazz, especially when it comes to you and what's the point of putting on labels when-"

"When you'll be gone in three more months, yeah I agree." Her tone was one of accusations and she knew she had shot darts into his heart. They had skipped around the subject of the possibility to him leaving.

Jazz knew she was picking a fight, but she was hurting. She felt so much guilt for what had occurred. She was so scared that what they had was over. She had to end it before they both got hurt.

"So that's what this is about? Me possibly leaving -you knew that Jazz." Connor silently pleaded with her to let it go.

"Your right Connor, I knew, I knew what I was getting into. I knew when I first met you that I was going to need you, and ache for you. I knew that I was going to start falling in love with you!"

"Damn it Jazz! What the hell do you want me to say?" His loud voice boomed and had her stepping back. She saw the intensity and fury in his eyes and tried to meet his gaze with her own.

"Nothing Connor, get out! Fuck this!" She spat it out and felt the perfect world she had built around them crumble. It was happening again. Her world was being rocked, and she should have seen it coming.

This time it hurt worst. It was more intense to her than ever before.

"Did I say that I didn't want to be with you? I'm confused, because now you're putting words in my mouth." He advanced towards her and cornered her against the wall.

The muscles in his jaw were tense and his tongue was tucked in his cheek.

"I don't care Connor, leave me alone." She tried to move, but he was too solid.

"What do you want from me? Why are you starting this fight? We don't need to be fighting baby, we need to be coming together." He calmed his rage as tears swarmed in her eyes. He could see that this went deeper for her.

"You haven't even said one word to me since the hospital. I know it's my fault and I put me, and you in danger and I'm sorry Connor. If I could change so much, I would. He won't go away. You need to go and save yourself." Jazz let the tears fall and Connor wiped them away with his thumbs and sighed.

"That's what this is about? Baby I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be cold towards you but I have a lot on my mind, mainly you and your safety...sit down." Jazz dried her tears some more and sat on the bed as Connor sat beside her.



"William is more dangerous than you think Jazz. From everything you've told me it's more to that property than you realize."

"Like what? I don't understand, you know, William has money." Jazz grabbed the tissue offered from Connors hand.

"Exactly, that's what I'm going to figure out. I'm worried about you and I need you to be alert and safe, more safe and cautious than you've been. And stop working against me."

"I know babe. I'm scared, I feel guilty, but I don't want you to leave Connor. Even though, I know this could be dangerous for you. Still, I don't want to be selfish and put you in harm's way." Jazz stared into his eyes and Connor rubbed a hand to her cheek softly.

"You can't believe that. This is not your fault, and I'm never going to leave your side. I just need time to figure this out. Were in this together, I promised you I would protect you. You're my woman Jazz, my only woman, and I'm crazy about you. I love you."

He kissed her fiercely and his heart seemed to soar along with her doubts and worries.

"You mean it baby? Connor-" She started to speak but he kissed her again. Jazz placed her hands on his strong jaw covered with his rough stubble.

Connors tanned skin was flushed against his jade green eyes that held so much depth in them. His body was slowly pressing against hers in tenderness and intimacy. They were so close to each other and still it didn't seem close enough. He kissed a trail over the curves of her breast and she moaned.

"I love you Jazz all I need to know is if you love me too."

"Yes, Connor I'm in love with you. I love you." She laughed as he brought her down on the bed, but tonight he would be gentle with her. Jazz's breath hitched as he slowly removed her clothing.

He put a hand on the back of her neck and sighed, at the sight of her bruises his eyes watered.

"I'm sorry Jazz. If I would have come sooner,"

"Ssh, this is about us right now." She put a finger to his mouth and took his lips with hers. He lifted her naked body off the bed as gently as possible and laid her down in the middle.

He removed his clothes, and met her on the bed. He kissed her bruises, apologies on his lips as he wanted to take the pain away. His hands gripped her breast and she arched up wanting more of his touch.

Lapping across her, he licked and teased. His breath slid across her body. She started to feel wetness between her thighs at the anticipation of him being inside her.

They explored each other, he willed her to slow down. Jazz was eager. Her pain was forgotten as she moved down his body. She took him in her mouth. Swallowing him whole she felt his hands in her hair, as she swirled her tongue around his head, before deep throating him again.

Her hands moved and caressed him, stroked him, while her mouth hummed around his thickness until her name was on his lips and he grunted it out harshly, as if cursing her for what she was making him feel.

Jazz swung herself over him. She lowered herself down on him and the world turned upside down. The earth seemed to move and their bodies were merciless on each other. Jazz gave him all of her, hands pressed to his chest and his hands on her bare breast.

"Connor, mm," Jazz rode him, throwing her head back, and screaming his name in ecstasy.

"Mm, that pussy so tight baby," Jazz leaned forward and he took her caramel breast in his mouth. Her pussy felt so good engulfing his dick. Connor loved the feel of his hands all over her.

"I wanna make love to you." He stared into her eyes and then turned her on her back. He lifted her legs and slide inside her wet pussy. Jazz arched up to meet his long and thorough strokes.

"Shit, you feel so good Jazz." Connor pressed his forehead against hers and they stared into each other's eyes. His strokes only got deeper. She felt his dick filling her pussy, as he took his time making love to her.

"Mm, baby don't stop. Give me that dick." Jazz moaned as her toes curled. Sweat was running between them, as he slowly dicked her all the way down. His dick was hitting all her spots, he bent her legs back further pounding her pussy inch by inch, and slowly bringing her to edge.

"You're so fucking beautiful baby, open up for me," He spread her out wider and slipped in and out of her wet pussy, even more thorough then before.

"There you go, you gone come for me?" He sped up his stroke and Jazz cried out his name.

The love making was so intense that tears flowed free from her, as pleasure pulsed through her, until she started to buck losing control.

Jazz wanted him deeper, faster, and harder. He turned her around on her stomach. His hands entwined with hers and she bit into the sheets as he entered her pussy from the back. He laid his chest down, as he stroked into her in long and seductive strides.

Jazz's headboard banged against the wall, but they couldn't hear anything, but the sounds of their love making.

"I'm gonna cum baby, Connor don't stop, shit," whispers of sweet nothings were no longer whispers, but shouts and curses.

"I love you," She arched up into him, as her love came down like a wave crashing ashore. Jazz told him she loved him, and he told her he loved her as his climax followed after and his roars of ecstasy sounded in her ear.

They fell to the bed and Jazz wondered if she was paralyzed. If she was, it was worth it. He loved her? Shit, he loved her. Her soul seemed to go free, and finally was at peace. She cuddled close to him and they kissed with so much passion, she felt her wetness return but knew she didn't have the energy for round two.

"I meant every word I said Jazz, I love you. I want you and everything that it means."

"I love you too, I want you and I trust you."

"I won't leave until I know you're safe." He rubbed her hair and kissed her on top of the head.

"Promise," Jazz asked and he lifted her by the chin to meet his eyes.

"I promise, and a soldier never breaks his promise."

*

"She'll be safe here, don't worry. I packs the heat. Let his bald head ass run up in here, he'll be on the news honey. I don't play that shit." James let Connor in his loft apartment, as Jazz fell asleep again in the car, and now lay asleep in his arms.

"Thanks, I know it's late but my buddy just hit me back and I want to get going on this right away." He laid her down in the guest bedroom and laid the covers over her, after a sleepy goodbye and kiss.

"Let me know if I can help, and whatever you find on his trifling ass. Oh, and just a tip. I would look at Ellen's ass too. She has to know something, William aint that bright. He got the degree but he not street smart, but that bitch, oh she's cunning. I can tell. Look into her too." James suggested.

"Thanks."

"Is she okay? She was acting like she was fine at the house, but I don't know. I know her, and she's scared. I just hate that this happened to her. Jazz is good people, she was the first person I met that accepted me for me and was just a genuinely nice person."

"She's family you know, I don't want anything to happen to her." James looked worried and Connor put a hand to his shoulder.

"I know what you mean; she's special to me too. I love her, and I'm going to figure this out, before anything else happens. Just keep your eyes and ears open. I'll be sharing information as we go. I'll be back for her." Connor gave him a reassuring nod, and left out. He immediately got in the car and dialed Marcelo.

"Meet me at the spot; it's time to go to work."

"I'm already here, set up. Let's nail this bastard." Marcelo was already running the pictures Connor sent through his computer.

"Like a coffin and I want eyes on the house, if he comes near her we terminate on site, Understood." Connors voice was tight with Malice.

"Understood," Marcelo could hear it in his voice he wasn't playing around. Whoever, this guy was he had messed with the wrong one. Connor hadn't been himself in a while, and Marcelo was glad he was being active again. Still, William had awakened a sleeping bear. Only danger would follow.