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The Mike Black Saga Volume 8, page 31
“Sorry to bother you, Jack, but I need your help with something.” McCullough paused. “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” Jack stepped aside and let her into his house.
Jack was FBI agent Jack Perkins. He was the other member of the FBI’s organized crime task force, that had gone off book with Agent Fred Dawson to attempt to make a RICO case against Black by using Lanisha Henderson to entrap Bobby. The attempt failed when Lanisha told Bobby about it.
“You alone?”
Perkins laughed a little. “No, I got two strippers in the back. As soon as you leave they’re gonna rip this robe off me and fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore.”
“Then I’ll be brief.”
“Whatever, McCullough. Can I get you a drink?”
“Whatever you’re drinking is fine.”
“One Dewar’s and water coming up,” Perkins said and went into the kitchen to make her drink. “How’s it going getting close to Black?” he asked while he poured.
“Going just like we planned it, except for one thing” McCullough said.
“What’s that?” Perkins asked. When he turned, he was surprise to see McCullough standing in the kitchen with her gun with a silencer, pointed at him.
“You’re the one who shot Bobby Ray, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Perkins started to put down the glasses in his hand. He had a gun in the drawer; if he could only get to it.
“You just go ahead and keep those drinks in your hand. In fact, why don’t you hold them out in front of you,” McCullough instructed, and Perkins did what he was told.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I found that Mr. Black pays better.”
“Is that what this is about; money?”
“What else would it be about, Jack?” McCullough laughed.
“Can I put these down? My arms are starting to hurt.”
“You’ll be able to put them down in a minute, trust me.”
“So how’d you figure it out?” Perkins asked.
“Wasn’t me. It was Kirk that put it together.”
“Kirk.”
“Yeah, Kirk again. He found out the bullet you used was made for special forces. Once he shared that information with me; inter-agency cooperation and all that, it didn’t take very much for me to know that it was from the batch you and Dawson stole two years ago from Fort Hamilton.”
“So what happens now? I know you didn’t come here to arrest me?”
“Nope. Kirk will be here in the morning to arrest you. He would have come with me tonight, but he couldn’t get the warrant.”
“Come on, McCullough, give me a break, you know for old time’s sake,” Perkins said and took a step closer.
When he did, McCullough fired at his feet. “You don’t need to come any closer. And just so you know. I did think seriously about letting you go. I did. But then I knew how stupid you are and I knew it wouldn’t be long before you fucked around and got yourself caught. And since you are such a fucking pussy, I knew for a fact that the second they got you in the box, that you would start talking and there is too damn many opportunities for my name to come out your mouth.” McCullough laughed. “That shit ain’t happening.” She paused. “I know I’m monologuing and really, I’m gonna stop, but I just wanted you to know why you had to die,” McCullough said and squeezed the trigger. Then she stood over Perkins and put two in his chest and then two more to the head.
For the next hour, McCullough searched Perkins’s house. Once she was sure that there were no strippers there, she collected all the files and anything else that she could use or needed to be destroyed, McCullough loaded the backseat of the car with the files. Then she got the gas cans she brought along out of the trunk and went back inside. She poured half of the can over Perkins’s body, and then McCullough poured out the rest around the house. When she was done, McCullough lit a match and lit the entire book of matches on fire, dropped it on Perkins and left the house.
Chapter Twenty-nine
After spending the day in the streets terrorizing every, and anybody that she thought might have been involved, Rain arrived at her apartment. It had been a long few days and she was looking forward to relaxing. Her plan was to take a hot shower, blaze a blunt, get drunk off Patrón, and pass the fuck out.
She turned off the alarm and disarmed herself as soon as she came through the door. Rain took off her vest and went in her room. Throughout the day, Rain had thought about calling Von and having him waiting there for her went she got there.
“But he is becoming such a whiny bitch that I can’t stand to be around him.” Rain laughed as she got undressed. “Unless he got that dick in me.”
Rain hadn’t been in the shower for very long, when she thought that she had heard a noise. She left the water running and got out of the shower. Rain had guns hidden all around the apartment; so she got the one the she had taped to the top of the toilet reservoir, wrapped a towel around her and left the bathroom slowly. When she stepped out, Rain immediately felt the cold steel at the base of her skull.
“Hand it to me,” a female voice commanded.
“Shit!” Rain said, and handed over her gun.
“Smart. Now put them hands behind your head and start walking.”
Rain walked into her living room.
“That’s far enough.” Rain stopped. “Now turn around.”
Rain looked at the woman and tried to figure out who she was and what this was about, but Rain didn’t recognize her. “Who are you and what the fuck do you want?”
“I’m Dy-nasty. That’s who I am, bitch.”
Her name was Dynasty Carter, but she preferred to be called Dy-nasty. She was a dancer that danced at some hole in the wall dive called the Taste and a member of some small time gang that called themselves Outlaw Nation.
Rain shook her head because that shit was stupid. “That supposed to mean something to me?”
“Don’t play like you don’t know who the fuck I am, bitch.”
Rain laughed. “I ain’t playin’. I have no idea who the fuck you are.”
“I’m Von’s woman, bitch.”
Rain laughed again, only louder this time. “Von? Shit. You can have the whiny bitch back, because he startin’ to get on my nerves anyway.”
“Don’t talk about my baby like that.”
“Look, bitch, I really ain’t in the mood for this shit tonight. You want him, you can have him. Now get the fuck out my apartment before I take that gun and shove it up your ass.”
“That’s cool. Talk all the big shit you want to, because when I do leave here, your bitch ass will be dead.”
“You ain’t gonna kill me. You ain’t got the heart for it,” Rain said knowing that her closest gun was under a pillow on the couch. Rain very slowly began to move in that direction.
“That’s where you’d be wrong. I got heart.” She tapped her chest. “I got more heart than them two weak-ass bitches I sent after you the first time.”
Rain smiled, because now it all made sense to her. “That’s why I didn’t recognize the shooters. They was your boys.”
“That’s right, bitch. I was in the car that night and it was me that pointed you out to them.”
But after Rain killed the two guys she sent and the gang found out it was Rain, they wanted nothing else to do with her.
“I shoulda just handled your ass my damn self.”
“Since we talkin’ all nice and friendly and shit, you mind if I sit down?” Rain asked, and without waiting for an answer, she turned and went to sit down on the couch.
“That was dumb. I coulda shot you in the back of your head.”
“But you didn’t,” Rain said, and glanced at the half-smoked blunt in the ashtray next to her. “You mind if I fire that up?” Rain smiled. “I promise to keep my hands where you can see them.” and once again, without waiting for an answer, Rain picked up the blunt and the lighter. She held them up, so Dy-nasty could see them and then she lit up.
“You got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, bitch.”
“I do got a lot of fuckin’ nerve. And you’re a dumb ass dumb bitch.”
“What you say to me?”
Rain hit the blunt. “I called you a dumb ass dumb bitch, because you’re a dumb ass dumb bitch.” Rain eased her hand down in between the pillows. “Over there talkin’ ’bout killing me over a man that I don’t want. First off, you never roll up in somebody’s crib … especially mine … when you have no idea what kind of shit I got up in here.” Rain hit the blunt. “You want some? It’s some good shit.” Rain held out the blunt in one hand as she located her gun and gripped it. “You know you do.”
Rain tossed the blunt at Dy-nasty’s feet.
“Go ahead, pick it up.” Rain smiled.
Dy-nasty looked at Rain for a while and then she slowly, and without taking her eyes off of Rain, bent her knees and crouched down to pick up the blunt. But the second she diverted her eyes to actually locate it; Rain pulled the gun from under the pillows.
“Hey, bitch.” Rain raised her weapon. When Dy-nasty looked up, Rain shot her in the head.
Rain got up from the couch, went in the bedroom and picked up her phone.
“Sherman, this Rain. Listen, I need a cleaner at my apartment,” Rain said and ended the call.
THE END OF REVENGE
THE MIKE BLACK SAGA
CONTINUES IN:
WHO’S NEXT
WHO’S NEXT
Who’s Next
By Roy Glenn
Escapism Entertainment, LLC
Atlantic Beach, Florida
© Copyright Roy Glenn 2015
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the publisher, excepting brief quotes used in reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.
Chapter One
Now that shit had hit the fan, all hell was about to break loose.
Luke Franken found himself on the wrong side of a power move that, had it been successful, would have put him in position to take over everything King controlled.
But it wasn’t successful.
It began when Tony Scott came to him and said that they had a plan to change management at the top. Luke had been a soldier for King, Ed Weather’s right-hand man. That was until JoJo Royal shot King in the back.
Now he knew that he should have kicked them out of his barbershop when he had the chance. But he didn’t. Luke was all in, especially when he heard that the plan was to kill Ed Weather and King.
“I hate them niggas.”
The plan was always to kill King, because he was the only one of Ed’s people that wasn’t involved in the drug game with Ed’s cousin, Warwick Barrington. What they didn’t tell Luke was that killing Ed Weather and King was phase two of the plan. The first part of the plan was to kill Mike Black and Bobby Ray; hoping that would set Rain off and she’d kill Ed Weather.
But it didn’t work out that way.
Bobby survived the attack and they missed Black, and then he killed Bowie and Ivory. Now Kurtis Baxter, Terry Hines, JoJo Royal, and Tony Scott were all dead. The word on the street is that Ed Weather killed Warwick in Vegas, and he was back in the city looking for anybody who was in on it with them. And that would include Luke.
That night, Shane, Rio and his brother, Romello, went to Shooters looking for Luke. It was the Gentlemen’s Club that Treach took over when Black separated the gambling from the dancers. When they told Luke that they needed to lay low for a while, Fantasy was dancing for him.
“You need to come on, Fantasy.”
“Come on?” she asked as she squeezed her hard nipples. “Where?”
“With me.”
“What?” Rio pulled Luke aside, while Fantasy kept dancing for Romello. “Have you lost what’s left of your fuckin’ mind? Didn’t you hear what Shane said?”
“I heard him.”
“Look around, mutha fucka’s is already scrambling. It ain’t gonna be long before Black shows up here lookin’ for whoever was in it with them.”
Luke looked around the club as if he’d spot Black coming.
“He’s right, Luke,” Shane said. “We gotta get ghost now.”
“That’s why Fantasy needs to come with me. If I’m about to get ghost, I ain’t going alone. I’m taking her with me,” Luke said and turned back to Fantasy. “You need to get your stuff and come on.”
“For what?”
“I need to go to Mexico for a while.” He had a house outside of Monterrey.
“What that got to do with me?”
“I want you to come with me.”
“How much you gonna pay me?”
“How much you want?”
“I want two grand a day.”
“Bitch, is you crazy?”
“No, I’m Fantasy … your fuckin’ fantasy. You want this pussy to take on your trip to Mexico. I’m good with that. Well this pussy ain’t cheap; you know that. So you need to pay me what I woulda made here. Nigga, please. You getting a fuckin’ discount at two G’s.”
Since she had a point and money was not a problem, Luke agreed, and Fantasy left Shooters with them. They needed to pick up some money in the morning, so they were holed up at Shane’s sister’s house in City Island while she was on vacation at Niagara Falls.
“I should have known better,” Luke said, after Fantasy had gotten him to tell her what was going on.
“It was a stupid plan.”
“Don’t you think I know that?” Luke yelled.
“Fuck you yelling at me for? It wasn’t my stupid-ass plan.” Fantasy ran her hand across his chest before flicking and licking his nipple. “You go on and pay me and I’ll make you forget all about it.”
After Luke paid Fantasy for services rendered, he got out of bed and left the room to talk to Shane, Rio and Romello about what they were going to do now that Ed Weather was back in the city.
When he closed the door, Fantasy took out her phone and made a call. When she was done talking, Fantasy started getting dressed.
Meanwhile, Shane, Rio and Romello were drinking and playing poker when Luke came downstairs.
“You want me to deal you in, Luke?” Romello asked as he dealt the cards.
Luke walked over to the bar and poured himself a drink. “Naw.”
“He don’t want to play no damn cards.” Shane laughed. “You watch, in a minute he’s gonna run back up them steps and crawl back between them Fantasy thighs.”
“You blame him?” Romello asked. “Or maybe fine as hell ain’t your type.”
“It ain’t.” Luke sat down at the table with his men. “You seen the creature feature ho’s he runs around with.”
Luke, Shane and Romello all laughed, but not Rio. He slammed his cards down on the table.
“What the fuck is wrong with you mutha fucka’s? Sitting here laughing and giggling like three stupid bitches. Y’all don’t understand, bringing that bitch was a mistake.”
“Why?” Luke laughed. “Because you didn’t think to bring Nona Malone with you?”
Rio picked up his gun and pointed it at Luke. “Two things: Don’t you ever say her name again. If you do, I’ll kill you.”
Luke smiled and laughed a little, but it was for appearances. He knew Rio was serious. “What’s the second?”
“If that bitch get us caught, you ain’t gotta worry about Ed Weather and them, I’ll put a bullet in your brain.”
“Understood,” Luke said, and took a sip of his drink.
“So we gonna play cards or what?” Shane said cautiously, and everybody looked at Rio. He lowered his gun slowly and put it down on the table.
He picked up his cards and looked at king of spades, the queen, seven and ten of diamonds on the table, and then at the nine of spades and the ace of hearts in his hand. Rio needed the jack to fall.
“All in,” Rio said.
Just then, they were all startled when the door was kicked in, and Ed Weather and Treach rushed in and opened fire. Romello dropped his drink and Rio quickly dove behind the couch. Romello reached for his gun, but before he could get to it, Ed Weather hit him with two to the chest.
Luke got off a few shots and ran up the steps. Shane grabbed his gun, jumped up from his chair and exchanged shots with Ed, before running toward the back of the house. Ed went after him.
Rio came up from behind the couch with a Mini-14 and sprayed the room. Treach fired back as he ran for cover and waited for a lull in the shooting, before he rose and fired once. But by then, Rio was gone.
Shane ran down one of the corridors with Ed Weather following close behind him. He turned and fired twice at Ed. He took cover and shot back. Shane kept firing until he had emptied the clip of his forty-five. He threw the gun in Ed’s direction, took out his other gun and ran. Ed came out from cover and moved down the hall after him.
He looked in a room, but didn’t see Shane hiding in the shadows. When Ed stepped in the room and Shane fired, he dove on the floor as Shane continued firing at him. Ed returned fire while he was lying on the floor and caught Shane in the chest, before he could get another shot off.
With the Mini-14 empty, Rio ran down the street until he reached the next corner, then he dropped down behind a car. He checked his nine. Rio didn’t have a lot of bullets left, so he stayed still, quiet, and took aim and waited for Treach to come around the corner.
Rio watched through the car window as Treach got to the corner and stopped. When he did, Rio stood up and fired, and then he ran down the street and up the steps of a building. But before he could get inside, Treach took aim and hit him with two shots to the chest. He watched as Rio’s body tumble down the stairs, and then Treach ran back to the house.
Back inside, Luke had made it upstairs and was looking for Fantasy.
