Hostile Takeover
I hit Silky with blow after blow until he went down. Then Bobby stood over him and kicked him a few times before he pulled him up again and rammed him face-first into the wall.
He slammed Silky’s body into that wall over and over again until Silky went down. I stepped up quickly and we both began to stomp the shit out of him until he slowly stopped moving and his body went limp.
Suddenly the women got quiet. I turned and looked at them. “Y’all get outta here.”
“We belong to you now, Black?”
“Yeah,” Bobby said quickly. “Y’all best be at Drew’s tomorrow and y’all bitches better have my money,” he said, like Silky would.
“You so crazy, Bobby.”
“I said get outta here!” I shouted and they all ran away.
“I’m serious about being at Drew’s with my money!” Bobby shouted, as they ran away from the scene.
Chapter Five
When we got back to The Late Night, Bobby said that he had something to do, so he dropped me off. I went inside and looked around for, but was glad that I didn’t see Carmen; which was a good thing, at least it was for me. I mean, I didn’t want to hurt her anymore than I already had, so the best thing for me to do was to stay away from her.
Bullshit!
Staying away from Carmen made it easier for me.
But whatever the reason, I was glad that she was gone. I looked around for Freeze. He was standing by the bar, talking to a very pretty woman that didn’t seem to be paying him any attention. When he saw me, he gave the woman the finger and walked over to me.
“What up, Black?”
“What happened with Carmen?” I needed to know. Even if I didn’t want her around, I still cared what happened to her.
“After you left with Bobby, she calmed down, and I took her home in a cab,” The Kid said.
“Good man.”
“I’m sorry, Black.”
“For what?”
“For letting her get that close to you. I told the guys on the door especially if you’re here, not to let her in anymore and to come in and get me so I can take care of her.”
“Good man,” I said again.
“I promise you, Black, that shit won’t happen again.”
“I know it won’t.”
“There’s something else that I need to tell you about.”
“What’s that?”
Just then, I felt somebody touch my hand. When I turned around, I saw that it was Michaella Stevens. I met her here two or three months ago, and we’d gotten together a few times since then. Michaella was a bad mutha fucka with her deep brown skin, sexy bedroom eyes and shoulder-length hair. She stood five feet eight inches tall, and if I had to guess, she weighed about a buck fifty and she had a small waistline. She had mad skills; problem with her was that she talked too fuckin’ much for my taste.
“Hello, Mike,” she said like she had an attitude about something. I glanced at Freeze and he went away.
“Yo, baby, what’s up?”
“Where were you last night?”