"For sure."
Blue poured the drinks and handed the Patrón to Rain. "I hear Jay Easy got out," he said and sat down in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"I heard that too. So, how’s it goin’ tonight?" she asked and took a sip.
"Mutha fucka hit us for ten grand tonight at the crap table and bounced. Come to find out he was playin’ with loaded dice," Blue informed her and shot his drink.
Rain seemed unconcerned. "Nick will be here in a minute. Make sure you tell him."
"Tell Nick?"
"What; you ain’t hear me? Tell Nick."
"You don’t give a fuck about this shit, do you?"
"We got cameras everywhere so I know we got video on this mutha fucka. If he’s out there to be got, Nick’s people will get him."
"Nick’s people? Damn it, Rain, this is your shit! Your daddy and Jeff Ritchie worked hard buildin’ this business; too hard for you to just give it away to that nigga."
Rain opened her desk drawer and was about to pick up her gun. Then she looked at Blue and closed the drawer. "I ain’t gonna get into this shit with you, Blue. I got too much other shit on my mind to have you fuckin’ wit’ me."
"So I heard."
Rain lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in Blue’s face. "What you heard?"
"I know all about your little dope business. You know your daddy didn’t like that kind of business."
"My father is dead."
"And I know he must be rollin’ over in his grave ’bout the shit you doin’."
"What you know about what I’m doing?"
"You mean other than givin’ away your father’s business? I know that you took that money and used Nick’s connections to get yourself in business with Bruce Stark."
With two of his former partners, Kevin "K Murder" Murdock and Steven "Cash Money" Blake, dead, and Billy "BB" Banner in the wind, Stark was in a rebuilding phase. Rain saw that as an opportunity. She went to Stark with a proposal.
"Look, nigga.
I know you tryin’ to recover from your little Commission fallin’ apart."
"What business is that of yours?" he asked her.
"I could help you with that. I got the money and the people in place to step into that void."
"You?"
"Yeah, me, mutha fucka. What, you don’t think I can handle mine?"
"It ain’t that I don’t think you can handle your business. I heard some things about you, so I know you can. But you’re with Nick now."
"What that got to do with this?"
"I know you two are partners in your father’s gambling joints."
"And?"
"And I gave my word to Black that I wouldn’t involve him in any of my thing."