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  “I don’t know,” the white girl said.

  “You don’t know?” Jack echoed with his face crumbled up. “You’ve tried the rest now it’s time for you to try the best,” he spoke in a fast pitch pimp like tone his hand was now creeping inside the back of the white girl’s shorts. Jack was about to say something else, but he paused when he spotted a diesel guy making his way in his direction. Jack squinted his eyes to get a better look and the closer the man got the more familiar he looked. Jack reached under the seat and gripped the handle of the 9mm that rested under the driver’s seat.

  “Yo Jack, what up? I thought that was you!” The diesel man said with excitement. “It’s me Kaine, we did time together over in C-block.”

  “Oh Kaine, what up? I thought you looked mad familiar,” Jack said he knew he had knew the man from somewhere he just couldn’t put it together. Jack released the handle of the 9mm and gave Kaine dap. “When you get out?”

  “I been out for a minute now, but what’s good with you? I see you shinning. I been hearing some good things about you fam,” Kaine smiled he then turned his attention on the snow bunny with the big titties that stood by the car. “This you right here?”

  “Something like that,” Jack said with a smile. “But check it, let me get your math so I can hit you up cause I don’t want to be rude,” he nodded towards the white girl.

  “Definitely,” Kaine reached down into his waistband, pulled out a big ass gun, and aimed it in Jack’s face. “Nigga you know what the fuck this is!” He yelled as he turned and backslapped the white girl down to the floor. “This a nice ass ride, let me get that!”

  Jack thought about reaching for his gun that rested under the seat but he knew Kaine from doing time with him and knew that if he made any sudden movement that Kaine would leave his brains in the passenger seat of his new Benz. “You got it big man.”

  “I know I got it motherfucker!” Kaine barked as he roughly grabbed Jack by the back of his neck and snatched him out the car. “I never liked ya bitch ass!” He looked down at the Rolex that was on Jack’s wrist. “That’s a nice watch; I always wanted one of those.”

  Jack sucked his teeth, removed the watch, and handed it to Kaine. “Listen, I’m a very powerful man now. If you just leave now I’ll forget that this ever happened.”

  Kaine looked at Jack as if he was insane. “What?” With the quickness of a snake, he smacked Jack across the face with his gun.

  Whack!

  “That’s a nice suit you got on too,” Kaine smiled. “Take that shit off!”

  Jack held his bloody eye as he slowly took off his suit. He had never been this embarrassed in his entire life.

  “Oh word, those Polo boxers?” Kaine said with a smirk. “I need those too fam.”

  “Come on man, you already got all my shit. Can I at least keep my draws?” Jack pleaded with begging eyes.

  “What the fuck I just say?” Kaine barked as he backslapped Jack across the face with the gun then roughly ripped Jack’s draws off. Kaine didn’t want Jack’s clothes or his draws he just wanted to humiliate him. Jack stood in the middle of the street, ass naked holding his bloody face as he was forced to watch Kaine hop in his Benz and pull recklessly out into traffic.

  Chapter 11

  Eric

  Eric sat in one of the suites in his hotel staring at the wall, when he had gotten a call from Chico asking to meet up. The initial call was Chico asking for Eric to come out to Columbia and meet with him, but Eric quickly refused and suggested that if Chico wanted meet that they do on his stomping grounds. Eric returned back home to a lonely hotel room, then called and texted Kelly over one hundred times only to get the same result – no answer. Eric missed Kelly deeply and just wanted to hear her voice. With so much going on, Eric didn’t have time to go out looking for Kelly, so instead he had assigned a team of his most trusted men to go out and find her. With all that was going on, Eric had just got word on Mike’s latest whereabouts. It hurt his heart to hear about how Mike had sold the family out. With Jimmy being locked up at the moment, it was Eric’s duty to go and take out Mike. Murder and Pistol Pete had volunteered to take Mike out, but this was something that Eric had to do himself.

  Eric stepped out of his hotel room and was immediately met by Pistol Pete and three of his best bodyguards.

  “Where we headed, out to meet Chico?” Pistol Pete asked as the five men entered the Cadillac truck that awaited curbside.

  “Nah I have to make a quick stop first,” Eric said as he gave the driver the address. Pistol Pete could tell that something was wrong from Eric’s whole demeanor. Something about him was just off. “You alright boss man?”

  Eric replied with a simple head nod. He had just given the driver Mike’s new address, so from here on out there was no turning back. Eric stared out the window with a sad look on his face. When the truck came to a stop, Eric took a deep breath and stepped out of the backseat. Pistol Pete quickly hopped out of the truck behind Eric.

  “Nah I have to do this myself,” Eric told him. He entered the building, walked up to the third floor, and then exited the staircase. Eric pulled his 9mm from its holster and attached the silencer onto the barrel as he slowly walked down the hall. Eric reached the door he was looking for, shot the lock off the door, and then used his shoulder to bust through the front door. Eric entered the apartment and saw Mike sitting in the living room on the couch with a relaxed look on his face.

  “So they sent you huh?” Mike said in a calm tone, as he looked Eric in his eyes. Mike’s eyes went down to the .357 that rested on the coffee table then back up to Eric.

  “Don’t even think about it,” Eric warned with his gun aimed at Mike’s face.

  “I don’t have any more fight left in me,” Mike said with a defeated look on his face. Eric could tell that living multiple lives had really beat Mike down and taken a toll on him.

  “Before I kill you, just tell me why you did it?” Eric said. “Why did you put pop in jail?”

  “Fuck pop, he’s a selfish asshole!” Mike snapped. “I told him I wanted out the game and he threatened to go to the media and tell all about my dealings with the Mason family,” Mike explained. “All I asked was to get out and be left alone, but I guess that was too much to ask.”

  Eric held his arm steady as the business end of his gun was pointed directly in Mike’s face. “You know the rules Mike, it’s never personal, business is always business.”

  Mike shook his head and gave Eric a sad look. “What I did to Derrick wasn’t business,” he paused so he could look Eric in his eyes. “It was personal.”

  Warm tears ran down Eric’s face as he wrapped his finger down on the trigger.

  Mike looked up at Eric and smiled. “Do what you gotta do. I’m at peace with myself and I’m not hiding anymore. Whatever is going to happen is just going to happen,” he leaned back comfortably on the couch. “I remember when you was a good kid, now look at you. You ever ask yourself ‘how did I get like this’?” Mike asked. “The answer is Derrick. I watched him literally turn you into a monster. You were supposed to be the money man, the only one in the family with a squeaky-clean record, just in case shit hit the fan, we all knew that you’d come to our rescue,” Mike shook his head. “Now look at you standing here pointing a gun in my face. If shit was to hit the fan today who’s left to rescue the family now? Millie tried her hardest to keep you away from all this shit but as soon as she went to prison I knew it would only be a matter of time before that snake Derrick sank his claws into you, now look at you.” Mike chuckled as he leaned over and grabbed the remote from off the couch and turned the volume on the TV to its capacity. “Let get this shit over with!”

  Eric stood their holding the gun in a shaky hand when he went to squeeze the trigger something in him just wouldn’t let him do it. He slowly lowered his gun and wiped his eyes dry. “Pack your shit and leave this city and never come back!”

  Mike shook his head defiantly. “I’m not going nowhere. I told you alre
ady whatever gon happen just gon have to happen.”

  “I’m not fucking around Mike!” Eric yelled. “I swear to god you better be gone in a week because when I come back, I’m going to blow your fucking head off!” He barked. “You have seven days to get the fuck out of my city!” Eric turned and made his exit.

  Downstairs, Eric slid in the backseat of the Cadillac with a straight face. “Take me to the spot so we can meet up with Chico,” he ordered.

  “Couldn’t do it, could you?” Pistol Pete rested a friendly hand on Eric’s shoulder.

  “I gave him a week to disappear forever,” Eric said in a tone barely above a whisper.

  “What happens if he doesn’t leave?”

  “Then I’ll send you over there to take him out because I’m not going to be able to do it,” Eric admitted shamefully.

  “I understand,” Pistol Pete said as he rubbed Eric’s back.

  Chapter 12

  Chico

  Chico stepped out of the limousine with a bad limp. His leg still hadn’t fully healed from when the assassin had ran up in his mansion and shot him. Chico and his ten-man security team stood in the abandoned warehouse awaiting Eric’s arrival. Each man, including Chico, were heavily strapped and prepared to go to war if need be. Chico had promised that this would be a peaceful sit down, but after the assassination of his only child, he wasn’t thinking too clearly.

  Twenty minutes later, six black Cadillac trucks pulled up back to back with loud music bumping. Pistol Pete Murder and the rest of the security detail stepped out first to make sure that there wasn’t any funny business going down. Once Pistol Pete felt that everything was on the up and up, he signaled for Eric to join them. Eric stepped out the back of the truck dressed in an expensive, tailored, navy blue suit with a slim, navy blue tie.

  “Nice to see you again,” Eric held out his hand for a handshake. Chico looked at Eric’s hand as if it had just been pulled out of a sewer and left him hanging.

  “This war between me and you is far from over,” Chico began. “I just don’t want to lose any more of my love ones and I’m sure you feel the same way.”

  “Why the fuck am I here?” Eric asked in an aggravated tone.

  “I’m here to offer you three million dollars!” Chico said surprising everyone in the warehouse.

  “Well I’m sure you not going to just give me three million dollars,” Eric said obviously. “What do you want in return?”

  “I want the name and the whereabouts of that hitman you hired,” Chico said with a straight face. “What he did to me and my family will not go unpunished.”

  “Sorry, but I can’t do that,” Eric replied quickly.

  “Four million dollars!”

  Eric thought about it for a second. If he took the four million, he would have gotten the three million back that he paid the Black Dragon for the job, plus an extra one million profit. “Sorry but I don’t do business like that.”

  “Five million!” Chico said with a straight face. “Trust and believe me that I’m going to find out everything I need to know about that hitman so you may as well be smart and take this free five million and give up the information.” Chico had his resources on how to find out where to find the hit man but he was hoping that Eric would make his job a lot easier.

  “Sorry, no can do,” Eric said. He didn’t want to give up the Black Dragon’s info just in case Chico went back on his word and he needed to hire him again. Plus Eric didn’t do shady business and would feel real grimy if he was to set the Black Dragon up like that.

  “Is that your final answer?” Chico asked.

  Eric nodded his head yes.

  “I guess you’re not as smart as you look,” Chico said with a straight face. “I’ll be seeing you again soon,” he turned and disappeared in the back of his limousine.

  Chapter 13

  Rico

  Rico sat in the passenger seat of the white B.M.W, counting a large stack of money, while his right-hand man Benny sat behind the wheel, cruising aimlessly through the streets of Harlem. As Rico sat counting his money, he heard his cell phone ring. He glanced down at the caller ID and saw Jack’s name flashing across the screen. Rico quickly hit the ignore button and went back to counting his money. He knew that Jack was calling him about the twenty bricks that he had given him on consignment, but Rico didn’t answer because he never intended on paying Jack for the work in the first place.

  “I don’t know why you ain’t let me kill that clown!” Kaine said from the backseat. Kaine, Rico, and Benny all grew up together and they had all been getting money for years. People around their old neighborhood called the trio, “Three the Hard Way” because every time you saw those three at the same time, trouble was sure to follow.

  “That clown not even worth a bullet,” Rico waved him off. “Biggest bozo I ever seen.”

  “Yeah getting that work from him was like taking candy from a baby,” Benny agreed. The trio weren’t drug dealers; their main hustle was robbery. They all lived for the thrill of taking from the fortunate. Rico had gathered a team of hustlers to work for the trio. Each time they robbed a drug dealer, they would usually get money and product back. The product would then be distributed to all the hustlers that Rico had lined up ready to move the work. Business had been so good that now the trio was making more money off the drugs they took from the drug dealers than the cash and jewelry.

  “Can’t believe that clown is associated with the Mason’s,” Kaine said from the backseat.

  “He ain’t no real Mason,” Rico shot back. “I did time with Jimmy Mason before and he wasn’t no sucker. The rest of the Mason family is pretty solid. That Jack Mason cat is probably a fraud trying to use the name for protection,” he shrugged.

  “From what I been hearing, the Mason family been going through some tough times right now,” Kaine told Rico. “They weak right now. Half of their muscle is locked up and the other half got killed by a bunch of wild-ass Columbians.”

  “So what you trying to say?” Rico asked with a raised brow. He didn’t have a problem with the Mason family, but if they were in his way or interfering with his money, than they had to go – no questions asked.

  “What I’m trying to say, is the streets are all ours now,” Kaine said with a smile. “We sat back and waited long enough. It’s our turn now.”

  “Fuck, it lets do it,” Rico said. “Starting tomorrow, we’ll open up shop on all the vacant blocks and start letting motherfuckers know we out here.”

  “We definitely going to have put fire to a few of these clowns out here to let them know we ain’t fucking around out here,” Kaine said with a grin on his face. Kaine was as violent as they came and lived to put in work. The sad part about it all was that he cared more about street credibility than he cared about the money. To Kaine, it was all about having your name buzzing.

  “What we need to do now is find the block that makes the most money and take that shit over!” Rico said. “Matter of fact, make a left right here.” He said then three blocks later, he told Benny to make another left.

  Benny pulled over in the middle of the block and double-parked. “What we looking at?”

  “I heard this block here be doing crazy numbers,” Rico said. “We’ll stake out this block for a week learn who’s who and anything else we need to know then it’s take over time.

  Kaine looked out the dark tinted window at the Dominican men who pretended not to be doing anything, when in all reality they were slanging drugs out of the building and the corner bodega as if it was free lunch. “Yeah this should be fun.”

  Chapter 14

  Eric

  Eric stepped out the passenger seat of his Benz and quickly walked into the building that he had been looking for with Pistol Pete close on his heels. He had just gotten word on where Kelly was supposedly hiding-out. Needless to say, Eric headed to the address as soon as possible.

  He stepped off the elevator, approached the door that he had been looking for, and gave it a strong knock. S
econds later, an older looking white woman answered the door. At first, she seemed to be in a good mood, but once she saw who was standing on the other side of the door, her mood instantly changed.

  “What do you want and what are you doing here?” The lady said with an attitude.

  “Sorry to bother you Ms. Taylor. I just wanted to know if your daughter was here.” Eric asked. He knew that Kelly’s mother hated his guts, not just because he was black, but also because he was also a criminal.

  “She wants nothing to do with you, so please don’t ever come back here again!” Ms. Taylor snapped. She went to slam the door in Eric’s face, but he quickly stuck his foot in the door before she could shut it.

  “Can I please speak to her for a second? It’s very urgent,” Eric pressed.

  “She’s not here!” Ms. Taylor barked. “I shipped her out of town. She told me that her life was in danger because of you!” She yelled with her finger pointed at Eric. “You are not welcome around here and if you come back again, it’s going to be trouble!” She warned.

  “Do you have a number for her?” Eric asked.

  “Are you deaf or something? Didn’t I just tell you to stay away from her?” Ms. Taylor yelled. Before Eric could reply, he heard movement coming from inside the house, followed by a big-bellied white man come to the door.

  “What the hell is going on out here?” Mr. Taylor growled as he moved his wife out of the way. The second he laid eyes on Eric, Mr. Taylor’s face turned beet red. “Get the hell out of my hallway this very second!”

  “Sir, I’m just looking for my wife,” Eric said respectfully.

  “You have ruined my daughter’s life!” Mr. Taylor yelled. “I told her she should have never married a nigger!” He let that last word roll off his tongue. Before Eric could respond, Mr. Taylor cleared his throat and spat in Eric’s face. Before Mr. Taylor even realized what was going on, Eric had already punched him in his face three times. Pistol Pete then jumped in and grabbed the old white man, picked him up, and dumped him down violently on his head. Pistol Pete pulled out his gun aimed it at Mr. Taylor’s head and pulled the trigger.