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“Where he lives?”

Bobby punched him.

“Where this dealership is?” I asked, and Bobby punched him again.

“I don’t know where he lives, but he does business outta the Cadillac dealership on Jericho Turnpike,” Wyclef said.

“Gag him,” I said and stood up. “Oh, by the way, Whitey’s dead. So that money is mine.” I turned to Nick and Freeze as I heard the sound of Wyclef trying his best to say something. “Take this bitch to get my money.”

“What you want me to do with him after that?” Nick asked.

“I don’t give a fuck,” I said and walked away.

“I guess that means you’re gonna die,” I heard Freeze say and Nick laughed.

Chapter Seventeen

When we left the office, and went out in the club, as it always is, The Blue Room was packed with half-naked women.

“What you wanna do now?” I asked Bobby.

“Honestly?”

“Is there any other way to be?”

Bobby stopped, looked around the club and then he pointed. “I wanna strip her naked and fuck the shit outta her until she screams, I can’t take no more,” he said of a rail thin woman with an ass that made you wanna follow her around. “But we need to check out this Kasim mutha fucka, and make another run at finding Lisa Benson. But, I would much rather be tapping her on the head and telling her to concentrate.”

“I hear you,” I said as we passed a woman with big titties and a nice ass.

I stopped to look.

She stopped to look.

I shook my head. “Maybe another time,” I said to her and kept walking, thinking that there was a time - business or not - I would have taken her to the nearest dark spot and bent her fine ass over. But this was the new me; disciplined, under control and focused. I got in the car with Bobby thinking that the new me won’t have as much fun, but he would definitely get more shit done.

“You think they’re still open?” Bobby asked when we got in the car.

“They probably stay open until nine,” I said.

“He probably stays open after regular business hours for his other business.”

“It’s after seven … really is too late to ride out to the island.”

“Lisa Benson, it is,” Bobby said and drove in that direction.

On the way to Lisa’s apartment, I thought about everything that’s happened since I got back from the islands. Thinking that I left sunshine, great food, the beach, and an abundance of pussy to come back here to get shot at. But the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that it has something to do with either me and Whitey or Bobby and Whitey.

“But what?” Bobby asked.

“I don’t have a clue,” I said and laughed a little. “We ain’t did nothing but make money together since—”

“I know, I know, the Mitchell Wright thing.”

“What about you?”

“Me and Whitey ain’t never did anything together, business or personal.”

We got out of the car, went in the building and walked up to her floor. Almost at the same time, me and Bobby took out our guns. We put our silencers on as we walked down the hall.

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