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There was so much blood.
"Damn," Rain said aloud. There on the floor lay three of her men. All with their hands tied behind their backs. Each shot twice in the back of the head.
Even though she knew the effort would be futile, Rain checked to see if the product was gone. She went in the kitchen and opened the freezer. It was empty, just as she thought it would be.
Rain got out of there and went back to her car. As she drove away from the building, Rain took a moment to think about the fact that if she wasn’t stuck in traffic, she would have been there when the shooters got there. Part of her thought that had she been there things would have gone a different way. But the farther she drove, the more Rain realized that had she been there, she’d be dead now.
"Fuck!" Rain yelled and dug around in her purse and pulled out her cell. She dialed Nick’s number.
"What’s up, Rain," Nick said when he answered.
"I need to talk to you," Rain told him.
"I’m listening."
"Not on the phone. Where you at?"
"At Jackie’s."
"Wait for me. I’m on my way."
When she got to the house where Jackie ran a high-stakes poker game, Rain told Nick what she had been doing.
"Damn it, Rain," Nick said and buried his head in his hands. "How long has this been goin’ on?"
"Long enough," Rain told Nick and he gave her a look of disbelief.
How could he been so blind not to know what she had been doing? "Do you realize the position that puts me in?" he said without looking at her.
"This was my thing; I didn’t involve you in it at all. Nobody even knows it was me behind them. Shit, even you didn’t know. It ain’t got nothin’ to do with you."
"It has everything to do with me!" Nick shouted. "With all of this!"
"I’m
sorry!" Rain shouted back.
"Sorry don’t matter," Nick said. "Who’s your supplier?" he wanted to know.
"Why you gotta know all that," Rain said defensively. The last thing she wanted to tell him was that she was buying from Stark.
"It don’t matter." He got up and grabbed Rain by the shoulders. "It ends now. Right fuckin’ now, you hear me?"
"I hear you, nigga, shit. But I need your help."
"Help with what?"
"Last couple of weeks four of my spots been hit. They took all the product."
"That’s fucked up, but that’s one more reason why it ends now. So I don’t see what you need my help with."
"’Cause they killed my people. Tied them up and shot ’em in the head."
"That shit sound more like something personal if they killed your people."
"What makes you say that?"
"’Cause it takes time to tie mutha fuckas up and shoot them. Robbers wanna get what they came for and get outta there. Believe me, killin’ mutha fuckas, that’s the kind of shit you do when you wanna send somebody a message."
