Rain Robinson walked through the crowd at JR’s on the way to her office. She had taken over the club after her father, Jasper Robinson, died from complications of a stroke. JR was old school; a gambler that ran a few spots, including two major ones. The biggest was located in a warehouse that made machine parts, and another in the basement of the club. With her father dead and her having no interest at all in gambling, Rain turned over JR’s gambling spots to Nick for ten percent off the top. She preferred to make her money in the dope game; which was something that her father disapproved of while he was alive, and she promised Nick she was done with.

For the most part, things were going well for Rain. At twenty-three, she was the queen in her world, and Nick was her king. She was introduced to Nick in that very office by her father. "Nick, this is my daughter Lorraine. Lorraine, this is Nick Simmons, he’s an associate of Mike Black."

Rain sat behind what was now her desk and remembered how she smiled that night-like somebody told her that she had just hit the number. "I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Simmons. It’s an honor to meet you."

"It’s Nick, and it’s good to meet you too, Lorraine."

She got wet from just the sound of his voice. "Call me Rain."