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"Who the fuck is this?"
"Mike Black."
"Who the fuck is that?"
"I’m the mutha fucka that’s gonna put a bullet in your brain if you don’t put Angee on the phone right fuckin’ now!" Black shouted and looked at Jada. He put his hand over the phone. "Please, excuse my language," he said softly and returned his attention to the phone. He could hear Angelo in the background asking who was on the phone.
"Some guy says his name is Mike Black."
"Give me the phone, fuckin’ moron," Angelo said. "Mikey! How’s it goin’?"
"Everything’s good, Angee. What about you?"
"Same old shit. You on your way out here? I got a bottle of Rémy Martin XO Premier Cru here with your name on it."
"Not tonight, Angee, I got a couple of things goin’ right now, but I need your help with something."
"What’s up?"
"When’s the last time you talked to Oleg?"
"It’s been a minute. Probably the last time we all got drunk together, why?"
"I need to talk to him. Can you arrange a sit down with him?"
"Sure. I’ll give him a call in the morning," Angelo said.
"No, Angee, I need to talk to him tonight," Black said and looked at Jada. "Can you do it?"
"Sounds serious."
"Yeah, Angee, it kinda is." Jada smiled at him and pushed her pouty lips out a little.
"I’ll give him a call right now and get back to you."
"Thanks, Angee," Black said and ended the call. He turned to Jada and handed her the phone. "I’ll take Oleg off your back, and then we’ll talk about what you owe me, Ms. West," he said and stood up.
"Jada, please, Jada," she said and walked Black to the door. "And thank you for agreeing to help me," Jada said and kissed Black on the cheek.
"What was that for?"
"Just wanted to see how it felt," Jada said.
"And?"
Jada opened the door. "We’ll talk about that when you tell me what I owe you."
"Fair enough," Black said and left her apartment and walked past Victor. "Come on, we got shit to do."
CHAPTER TWENTY
After leaving Jada’s apartment, Black called Bobby’s cell phone and it went straight to voicemail.
"That’s unusual," Black said and dialed Bobby’s number again.
"What’s that?"
"Bobby’s phone went straight to voicemail." Once again it went to voicemail. He tried to call Bobby at his house, and Bobby’s wife Pam answered the phone.
