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“Did you go to Saint Vincent?” Wanda asked.
“No.”
“You didn’t?” She looked disappointed.
“No.”
“Then what were you doing down there so long?”
“Fucking everything with a fat ass and big titties. What you think he was down there doing?” Bobby asked as the door swung open and Nick and Freeze walked in together laughing.
“What’s up, Black,” both of them said.
“Everything’s all right. What’s been up with the two of you?”
“Ain’t nothing,” Freeze said.
“Where’s Jamaica?”
There was a brief silence before Nick said, “I ain’t seen him.”
I looked around the room at all the blank faces and then I looked at Wanda and I knew that there was more to it. I made a mental note to ask her about it next time we were alone. After that, everybody sat down at the table and I was brought up to speed on what was going on in The Family.
I stood up. “Come on, Bobby,” I said once I had heard everything that I needed to hear and some more shit that I didn’t. “I need to show my face in a few places.”
Me and Bobby left The Late Night and went to check on our spots. But the whole time, my mind was on Crazy Nicky and Johnny Boy. That shit, more than all the other shit I just heard about, bothered me. I started to tell Bobby to roll by Angee’s, but since there didn’t appear to be anything going on with that, I knew that making my presence known in my own spots was just as important.
We had been to all the other spots and had pulled up outside Whitey’s when something occurred to me. Andre’s a drug dealer, so his deal with Carmine was for his drug business. Crazy Nicky and Johnny Boy may see my gambling operations as fair game. Maybe Nicky was just waiting on approval from Luca Giovanni, the boss of The Curcio Family to move on us. And if that was the case, we would have to fight them off and chances are, we’d lose because they could throw more guys at us. I got out of the car knowing that seeing Angee just got to be a little more important.
When we got to Whitey’s, the new guy, Carter, was on the door. He let me in without a problem this time. We had only just stepped inside when Bobby saw Stylisha and said, “I’ll be right back,” and followed her into one of the rooms.
“What up, Black?” King stepped up and asked.
“Making this money. That’s what’s up.”
I was just about to ask him where Whitey was when I heard the shots and then I watched Whitey go down. There were three shooters.
Our customers began running for the door, taking cover or dropping to the floor as the shooters killed two more of Whitey’s men. I pulled out my guns and King and I opened fire on them. I got one with my first shot and fired at another and then I took cover as the other two fired back at me.
King kept firing and hit another one of the shooters with two shots, but he was a big mutha fucka and didn’t go down. He fired back on his way to the door, but he didn’t get far, because the new guy dropped him with one punch to the jaw.
The last shooter pulled a semi-automatic weapon from under his coat and opened fire on me and King. We took cover just as I saw Bobby come out of the room. He walked up behind the shooter and put two in the back of his head.
“What was that about?” I asked King as we got to our feet and we went to check on Whitey. He was dead.
“I don’t know,” King said.
“This was a hit,” Ed said. “The three of them walked up on Whitey, one said ‘payback time’ and then they pulled and blasted him.”
I turned to King. “You know any of these niggas?”
King kicked over one of the bodies. “I seen this mutha fucka in here before with Whitey,” he said as me, him and Bobby walked to the door to check on the last shooter.
I leaned close to King. “You see the new guy drop that big mutha fucka with one punch?”
“Young nigga hits like a fuckin’ freight train, Black.”
“I see this,” I said as we got to him.
