It's been almost two weeks since I've seen Remi-Blu. We had plans to have dinner together for my birthday but that afternoon she called to let me know she had to go out of town to handle some unexpected business.

I don't know what type of business because of all the things we discussed we didn't share what we do for a living. Since that phone call I have not spoken or seen her, other than her responding to a couple of texts, I haven't been able to catch up with her.

"Say man, you need to go out and loosen up, find a cute lil thing and work that tension out." Carlos ,my second in command, the one who helps me make decisions about our organization gave me that young ass advice and meant it.

"Lo, pussy is not going to ease my tension because I am not tense." My tone would indicate otherwise but I'll be damned if I admit I am tight over any woman.

"Okay man, whatever are you attending the meeting?"

"Yes"

"Good let's ride" We drove in complete silence until we reached our destination "The Office", Gentlemen's Club. The Office opened a year after I went away and it was strictly a members only club ,you had to be thoroughly vetted to even enter the building.

"This isn't our usual spot, why is the meeting being held here? " I asked Lo

"The Zador uses this space for meetings when all crews will be present, the security is tighter than Fort Knox." Lo explained.

In our business we had complete trust in The Zador, to hold that title you had to be highly respected, trustworthy and remain neutral at all times. We hadn't had a Zador in Miami since the late 1980's, the Zador at that time had been in place for over twenty years and at the height of the Cocaine wars disappeared.

I was not surprised no one had stepped up to fill the spot. Based on the urban legend of all things that could have happened the position remained open.

From what I heard the current Zador reached out to all the crews on the East Coast to see if they would be interested in returning to a version of the traditional system.

The current Zador was a classy and intelligent guy and well respected. I hadn't met him personally but I attended the first East Coast Parlay which happened because of his influence.

"Will The Zador be here tonight?" I asked Lo.

"Possibly"

Lo and I went through the security check, and relinquished our weapons. Being in a confined space with some of the most ruthless men on the East Coast, unarmed, made me uneasy. Then we were escorted to a secure elevator and escorted into the meeting.

"Nice to see you could join us" Dante greets us as we step into the room. I see that Lo and I are the last ones to arrive. Per regulation the meeting cannot begin until all crews are represented.

I look at my watch " And we joined you early". I responded it was 11:00 pm and the official start time was 12:00 midnight. But Dante wouldn't be him if he didn't try and shine.

At midnight the meeting began. To my surprise tonight's Facilitator was a gorgeous woman, I turned to look at Lo and he raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Things sure have changed. The woman stood at least six feet tall , her body was covered in a short fitted white dress. She had a sun kissed complexion of golden brown, and her black hair was very short.

"Good evening Associates, My name is Merci and I am tonight's Facilitator" her Jamaican accent added to the allure and she had the room's full attention. The meeting progressed without any problems, there had been a few changes and some of the crews had new leadership.

Halfway through the meeting drinks were served and to my surprise I was served my signature Chairman Reserve. Looking at Lo, his drink was also his signature cognac. "Did you place an order?" I asked Lo

"After the first Parlay, our signature drinks were served to us at every meeting. This Zador pays attention to every detail even down to having these beautiful Facilitators"

Our conversation was interrupted as Merci handed me a heavy gold envelope.

"For you Commander"

"Thank you" , opening the envelope, I noticed several bands, and a note.

Commander  Navarro,

On behalf of the East Coast Parlay we welcome you home.

In following tradition please accept this small token as a show of

our support.

With honor,

The Zador

"Okay I see we're back on some OG time" I pass the note to Lo.

"Classy moves."

After a few more items, the meeting is adjourned.

"You want to stay for the show?" Lo ask, already walking to a reserved section.

'I guess that was a rhetorical question," we both laugh.

Our drinks are delivered as we lounge in lush black velvet club chairs. The lights dim and three spot lights appear highlighting three separate stages, the noise from all the conversations lowers to hushed whispers. I can hear the ice rattle in glasses.

In the midst of smoke three platforms rise from the floor as Ari Lennox, Pressure begins to play. Simultaneously three female silhouettes appear on the stage moving in perfect synchronicity as the light changes, it appears that the dancers are completely nude, the light changes again and I see they are wearing sheer full body suits.

The way the dancers moved hypnotized the room. I along with the rest of the room are captivated by their performance. When the song ends the room explodes with applause.

"Welcome to the Office Ladies and Gentlemen" the female DJ announces, the music has changed to a classic mix of rap music. I eased back into my chair and glanced around the room. The atmosphere reminded me of the life I left behind, pretty women, plenty of money in the room and interesting entertainment.

I allowed my eyes to follow the center stage dancer as she curved her body around the pole while she climbed upwards, only to slide down landing in a split that left nothing to the imagination but at the same time had the men wondering if only.

The feeling of being watched hit me, taking a quick survey of the the club. I lock eyes with a pretty Latina with short, dark curly hair and a petite body with nice curves . As pretty as she was, there wasn't anything about her that held my attention.

She appeared to be young, but as she made her way to me her walk was determined and confident.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt you but what's your name?"

"Navi, and what is your name?"

"Corrina" She bends over and whispers in my ear nice to meet you, smiles and walks back in the direction she came from joining a group of young girls that are just as pretty as her.

"Yo" I turn to where Lo is pointing on the arm of my chair.

I see there is a piece a paper with a number on it along with a note

"I hope I can see you later, call me, Corrina"

I just might call her, I am ready to feel something more than disappointment. Which is nothing new to me. My disappointment unchecked turns into anger.

The disappointment I feel caused by Remi's disappearing acts isn't making me angry; it's leaving me with a new unexpected feeling. Empty. In times like this I learned to control my emotions due to the consequences I faced when I didn't.

My hand flexes into a fist as I think about Remi. We shared a passionate moment, and that was it, nothing more and nothing less .

My mind tells me to Call Corinna, who knows, I may just do that. I have been home a little over a month and still haven't been inside of a woman. Tonight, I am going to change that. Lo and I stayed long enough to finish our drinks and headed out.

"You need me to come with you tomorrow?" I asked Lo. "I got it. You rest because when I come back, I'm taking a long-ass vacation."

"One you have earned twice over" I said as we parted ways.

The ride home had me in my head. Riding through my city, there was so much to do, yet I felt out of place. Ironically when I couldn't move freely, I thought of how I couldn't wait to be riding through my city.

Now that I can move the way I want, I can't think of anything I want to do or any place I want to be. But I know I am ready to start living. The decision was made, I'm calling Corrina.

" Hello." I didn't hear any loud music, but I heard people. It sounded like a restaurant

"It's Navi. Call me when you're done. I'll send a car for you.

"Sounds good"

That was easy. I want to fuck the rest of the night away. In the shower, I turned my back so the water hit tight muscles in my neck and shoulders. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to have Corrina, how would she feel in my arms, how would she look sucking my dick but thoughts of Remi-Blu threatened my peace, her face was the only thing I could see when I closed my eyes.

I turned around and let the water run over my head. Lathering my body, with my custom made sandalwood body gel, I run my fingers over my head and down my body. I moved my hands to wash my manhood and was lost in the feeling of touching myself. I gave into the pleasure and continued. Thoughts of Remi Blu's pouty pink lips, all shiny with her sugary gloss intensified the sensations.

Slowing down my strokes became longer, slower as I gripped myself tighter imagining I was deep inside of Remi Blu, finally, I found my release. It felt good, but not good enough to change my mood. I wanted the real thing. I needed the real thing to truly be satisfied.

I left the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist. As a teenager I figured out women love romance. They don't just want to take dick. Somewhere along the way I didn't need to romance them to get them to give me what I want, whatever pleased me.

The women that I did things for, were easier to deal with versus the ones I hit up randomly. Corrina seemed to be a good girl. I don't want to create any more bad memories and the goal tonight is to make this pleasurable for both of us.

Creating the perfect ambiance is necessary for what I have planned. I set two wine glasses out, The Cristal is chilled. I light a few candles before returning to my bedroom. I lit the candles on the nightstands and put on silk lounging pants and a black tank top. The final touch I turn on soft music.

Everything in place. I checked the nightstand to ensure I had the other things I would need for my night: a fresh box of magnums, a few bottles of oils, and lube.

Perfect timing, my cell phone begins vibrating. Corrina wrapped things up rather quickly , a night out drinking and shaking ass on random dudes and each other, most girls do get horny; the thought made me chuckle as I picked up the phone.

"You ready?" I asked, already putting my cell on speaker as I text my driver.

"Ready for what?" the sultry voice asked. I didn't respond. This wasn't Corrina

"Cat got your tongue?"

"No, what's up?"

"Open the door and find out." The call ended.