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“What was she just sayin’ about a trap?” Bobby asked.
Rain got in the Suburban and started it up. She cut the wheel sharply and stepped on the gas. Marley and his men fired at her. Their bullets bounced off the hood and windshield. Rain drove the Suburban straight at them. “She’s gonna ram us!” Marley yelled and jumped out. The Suburban slammed into the driver’s side of the car. Rain jumped out and shot the driver.
Marley took a couple of shots at Rain and started running down the street. “I got him!” Rain yelled and ran after him.
“I’m startin’ to like this girl,” Bobby said as he and Black got up off the ground.
When the other two men got out of the car, they were dazed from the collision and Black and Bobby were able to pick them off with no problem and went after Rain.
Marley kept firing as he ran until he was out of bullets. He tripped and fell but got back up and started running again. But it gave Rain time to catch up with him.
Rain fired a couple shots at Marley and he stumbled and fell again. This time Rain was on top of him. She stood over him, breathing hard and kicked him in the face. “That’s for makin’ me run.” Rain kicked him again. “You know how hard it is to run in these pumps?” Rain pointed her gun at Marley and emptied the clip as Black and Bobby caught up.
“Guess you didn’t need no help,” Bobby said. “Had us runnin’ for nothin’.”
They walked quickly back to the Suburban. It barely had a scratch on it. They got in and drove away from the scene. “Only one thing left to do,” Black said.
“Just tell me where to go,” Rain said.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Confident that it was over and they had successfully dodged a bullet named Mike Black, Russell Stokes and Billy Jackson went and had breakfast. Russell had steak and eggs, while Billyjack enjoyed pancakes with sausage and bacon. “You think Marley got them?” Billyjack asked.
“Nope,” Russell said as he cut his steak. “If he was alive, he woulda called by now to brag about how he killed Black. So unless there’s something about this that you ain’t tellin’ me, it’s over and done with.” Russell was about to take a bite, but he stopped. “And next time I tell you to do some shit like this, you use out of town shooters.”
“You know I never thought about that. You think Black will find out they worked for us?”
“Them niggas didn’t work for me,” Russell said with his mouth full. “They worked for you.”
Billyjack didn’t say anything. At that point he knew that if he was pressed, Russell would put the whole thing off on him. If Black or Bobby or even Rain Robinson were still alive, then sooner or later, and it would probably be sooner, they would come after him. With that thought in mind, Billyjack ate quietly and thought about what he was gonna do next. There was only one option, get out of town now. Put down that fork and head south to Miami. But to do that he would need money, more money than he had on him at the time. All he had was two grand; so unless he planned on robbing gas stations all the way to Miami, which he didn’t, Billyjack needed another plan.
He looked at Russell and thought about askin’ him straight up; Yo Russ, I’m gonna break camp for a minute. Lay low until this thing with Black and them blows over. I need some money to live off. But he knew that Russell was such a cheap bastard that he would say no. He knew Russell had a safe in his house where he kept his get away money. Now it was gonna be Billyjack’s get away money.
He waited patiently for Russell to finish eating and drink a second cup of coffee. “You didn’t finish your food Billyjack.”
“I wasn’t that hungry,” Billyjack said. “You ready?”
“Yeah, let’s go.”
“You want me to take you home?”
“Yeah, it’s been a long night,” Russell said and got up.
Billyjack got up and followed Russell to the car. When they arrived at his house, Russell got out of the car and Billyjack did too.
“Where you goin’?” Russell asked as Billyjack moved quickly around the car.
When he was close enough, Billyjack took out his gun, pointed it in Russell’s face and took his gun. “Yo Russ, I’m gonna break camp for a minute. Lay low until this thing with Black and them blows over. I need some money to live off.”
“Okay, okay, ain’t no need for all this, I was just gettin ready to suggest that you lay low,” Russell said and Billyjack pushed him toward the house.
“Sure you were.”
Billyjack kept the gun pressed against the back of Russell’s head until they got the safe opened. “Now get something to put the money in,” Billyjack ordered.
With Billyjack right behind him, Russell got a suitcase and returned to the safe. “How much you want?”
Billyjack laughed. “All of it.”
