Out of Control

“I just got the word that Mike Black, Bobby Ray and Rain Robinson is looking for you and Raheem.”

“No shit,” Marley said. “That shit was gonna happen sooner or later anyway. Let them niggas come. I’ll put them in their grave just like any other mutha fucka.”

Billyjack rolled his eyes. “I just talked to Raheem. He wants you to come by his crib and pick him up. Way I see it, you niggas need to find them before they find you.”

“You right. Best defense is to go get a nigga ‘for he come get you. You tell, Raheem that I’ma round up the boyz and I’m on my way,” Marley said and ended the call.

“What he say?” Russell asked.

“Some dumbass shit about goin’ lookin’ for Black and puttin’ him in a grave.”

“He just don’t know,” Russell said.

“Yeah, but what I wasn’t countin’ on was Marley roundin’ up his crew first.”

“What was you gonna do?”

“Same shit. When he get here I was gonna put two in his head. But him comin’ with his boyz changes that plan.” Billyjack looked at Russell. “Unless you wanna shoot it out with them?”

“What is you crazy, nigga?”

“Let’s get outta here,” Billyjack said.

“So what you gonna do about Marley now?” Russell asked as he followed Billyjack out of the apartment.

“I don’t know, but sooner or later either Black or Marley gonna show up here.”

“You’re right, gettin’ outta here is the best move.”

“We’ll figure out what to do with Marley later,” Billyjack said.

“Maybe we ain’t gotta do shit,” Russell said.

“What you mean?”

“Marley knows Black and them are lookin’ for him, and he now he’s lookin’ for Black, right?”

“Right?”

“What you think the chances are that either one of them is gonna sit down and talk it out first?”

“None. That will be a shoot first set for sure,” Billyjack said and drove away with Russell.

“So either Black kills Marley or Marley kills Black. Either way the shit is cleaned up.”

At the same time, Black, Bobby and Rain were on their way to Raheem’s apartment. Earlier in the night they arrived at the apartment of a friend of Raheem’s. Since it was almost four on the morning, they didn’t bother knocking on the door. Bobby kicked the door in. Once inside they politely asked him to tell them where Raheem was. “I ain’t tellin’ you shit,” Raheem’s friend said defiantly. So, when that didn’t work out, Black and Bobby picked him up and carried him to the window. “Open the window, Ms Robinson,” Black requested.

Rain laughed. “I like rollin’ wit’ you niggas.”

Rain opened the window and they put the man out the window, while holding on to his legs. “Please don’t drop me,” he yelled.

Rain leaned out the window next to him. “I’m thinkin’ right

now your ass is lookin’ down and thinkin’ about dyin’. If I was you, and it was me hangin’ out the fuckin’ window about to get dropped.” Rain stuck her head back in the window. “What floor we on?”

“Fifteenth,” Bobby said.

“Thank you, Bobby,” Rain said graciously and leaned out the window again. “Now, where was I? Oh, yeah; if I was you, and it was me hangin’ out the fuckin’ window about to get dropped fifteen floors, I would tell these niggas what they wanna know. ’Cause, this just me thinkin’, it ain’t the drop that gonna be a problem, it’s the fuckin’ concrete that gonna hurt. Probably kill you, that is, if you don’t die of a heart attack or some shit on the way down. So what’s it gonna be; die or give up your boy?”