Out of Control

Billyjack smiled. “Come with me and find out.”

Russell got his gun and left with Billyjack.

Thirty minutes later, Billyjack and Russell arrived at Raheem’s apartment. “I don’t see his car,” Billyjack said.

“Maybe he decided to leave without the money.”

“I doubt it. That nigga will be here soon, trust me.”

“You right, niggas, even a dumb nigga like Raheem will show up for money.”

Almost on cue, Raheem’s car came speeding down the street. He got out of the car and ran inside so fast that he didn’t even notice that Billyjack and Russell were there.

“Told you that nigga would be here,” Billyjack said and got out of the car.

Inside Raheem’s apartment, he was busy throwing things into a suitcase when he heard a knock at his door. Afraid that they had found him, Raheem got his gun out and went to the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Billyjack. Open the door.”

“Who that with you?”

“It’s Russell. Now open the fuckin’ door,” Billyjack said and kicked the door.

Raheem opened the door and Billyjack and Russell walked inside. “Who you think it was; Black and them?” Russell asked.

“Mighta been,” Raheem said.

“You really think Black woulda knocked on the door?” Billyjack asked.

Raheem laughed a little. “Yeah, I guess not.”

“You packed?” Billyjack asked.

“Almost. I just gotta get a few more things and I’ll be ready to go,” Raheem said and went in the bedroom. They followed him.

“You decided where you wanna go yet?”

“Miami. I’d spend too much money in Vegas.”

“Not as dumb as I thought,” Russell whispered to Billyjack.

“Now I want you to drive to Philly and from there you catch a flight to Miami. By the time you get to Philly I’ll have it all arranged. You lay low in Miami for a couple months. Have some fun and I’ll bring you back when it’s safe,” Billyjack said and reached in his pocket to get some money. “That’s a grand. I’ll wire you some more when you get to Miami.”

“Thanks, Billyjack and you too Russell,” Raheem said and put the money in his pocket. He picked up his suitcase and started for the door. When he turned his back Billyjack shot him twice in the back of the head.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Billyjack knelt down and took the money he had just given Raheem and the rest of the money he had on him. “Why you bother givin’ it to him, if you was just gonna shoot him and take it back?” Russell asked.

“It just worked out that way. That was the first clean shot I had at the back of his head.”

“What you gonna do about Marley?”

Billyjack took out his phone again. “Yo, Marley, it’s Billyjack man.”

“What’s up, Billyjack?”