Commit To Violence

"The same," Sanchez confirmed.

"You don’t think this is Black’s work?" Richards asked.

"I don’t think so," Kirk said quickly as they walked to their cars. "Unless there’s something you haven’t told us yet, Gene."

Sanchez shook his head. "Neither do I."

"Black has been off the grid playing legit businessman for a while now," Kirk said.

"I heard that too. And besides, these are little fish," Sanchez added. "Black takes out the top of the food chain." He got in his car and drove off.

Kirk and Richards walked to their car. "That doesn’t mean we shouldn’t have a talk with Stark," Richards said and got behind the wheel.

"No it doesn’t."

CHAPTER TWELVE

Black and Bobby arrived at Luke’s apartment and went inside. It took a while, but a woman finally came and let them in. She asked them to sit down and told them that Luke would be out in a minute. When Luke came into the room, he was on crutches and had a bandage around his thigh. His head was bandaged from the impact with the steering wheel. His arm was in a sling from getting shot in the shoulder.

"Damn," Bobby said when he saw him.

"What’s up, Black? What’s up, Bobby?" Luke said as he eased down in a chair.

"What happened, Luke? Who hit you?" Black asked.

"I don’t know who it was. We had just left the club," Luke began.

"Who? Who’s we?" Black asked.

"Me, Kenny, Duck and Ed. Me and Kenny left in one car, and Duck and Ed was in the car behind us. I looked back and saw a truck hit their car. Then a Ford 350 pulled up behind me and slammed into my rear end. I tried to get away from the truck, but it kept coming. The 350 slammed into us again. That’s when I hit my head on the steering wheel."

"That’s how you fucked up your head?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah," Luke said. "They ran us into a telephone pole. I got out of the car and got shot in the shoulder and caught another in my thigh. I got off a couple of shots," Luke lied. "But they went after Kenny."

"What about Ed and Duck?" Bobby asked.

"They dead too."

"But it was Kenny they wanted. They left you and went after him," Black said.

"I may not have seen who was doin’ the shootin’, but I know who sent them," Luke announced.

"Who?" Bobby asked.

"Cruz Villanueva."

"Who the fuck is that?" Bobby wanted to know.

"He’s Hector’s nephew," Black told him.

"You mean, Hector, you fucked his wife, Hector?"

"Yeah, Bobby, that Hector." Black turned to Luke. "What Cruz got to do with this?"

"Before we left the club, Kenny had words with Cruz. Whatever was said was said, and Kenny put his gun in Cruz’s face."

"You know what it was about?" Black asked.