Commit To Violence
"Is that why you never came looking for me?"
"It’s the only reason I didn’t come and get you, Nina. If you weren’t married to Hector," Black paused and looked around the club. "Who knows?"
"I do." Nina smiled a satisfied smile and turned around to motion for a waitress. When one responded Nina talked to her for a minute, then she returned her attention to Black. "Tell her what you want."
Black reached in his pocket and handed the woman a hundred dollar bill. "Tell Mr. Villanueva that Mike Black sends his respect and asks that Mr. Villanueva give him a minute of his time. Tell him exactly what I said. I’ll be right here waiting for his answer."
The waitress was about to go deliver the message, but Nina stopped her. "Wait until ten minutes after I’m back in the VIP room before you come in there." Once the waitress was gone, Nina turned to Black. "Goodbye, Black. I want to kiss you. I want you to hold me in your arms and kiss me. Not just a goodbye kiss or a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I want you to kiss me the way that you used to." Nina took a step closer and ran her hand up Black’s crotch. Then Nina whispered in his ear, "What I’d really like to do is suck that big dick and then ride you until I feel it swell up and explode inside me." And then Nina stepped away. "But then somebody would die tonight. Goodbye, Mike Black. I hope this won’t be the last time I see you."
"You never know, Nina. Anything is possible."
"We’ll see," Nina said and walked toward the VIP room. It was a half-hour later when Black looked up and saw two men escorting Nina out of the VIP room and out of the club.
Hector didn’t know anything about Shy’s kidnapping so Black left the club. He really didn’t think that Hector knew anything about it but, "You never know when we might need an ally down here. Let’s get back to New York. And besides," Black paused as Bobby drove off. "I really came here to see Nina."
Cruz looked angrily at Black. He had heard the whisperings at family gatherings about his favorite Aunt Nina and Mike Black, and the reason Hector sent her to Miami a year before he actually made his move down there himself.
Even though Hector spoke of Black with respect now, and told Cruz not to fuck with Black, he was anxious to take him on. He thought that it was disrespectful for Black to even mention Nina’s name in front of him. It just made Cruz more determined to prove something to his uncle and prove it against Black.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"I’m particular about who I drink with," Bobby said and smiled at Cruz.
Cruz looked up at Jorge. "What can I do for you, Black?" he asked.
Black leaned forward. "I hear a lot of things but I don’t pay very much attention to them."
"Why is that?" Cruz asked.
"’Cause a lot of men talk, but it’s what they do that impresses me."
"What you heard?"
"Like I said, it doesn’t matter. ’Cause until that talk becomes action, it’s all just talk. But what I do wanna ask you about is Kenny Lucas."
"I heard he got popped," Cruz said and laughed a little. Bobby started to reach for his gun, but Black grabbed his hand.
"What were you and Kenny beefin’ about that night at the club?"
"You got it all wrong. Me and Kenny wasn’t beefin’ ’bout nothin’."
"Then what was his gun doin’ in your face?" Bobby asked.
"What you tryin’ to say? You tryin’ to say that I killed him?" Cruz shouted.
"The thought occurred to me," Black said.
Cruz sprung to his feet. "If I killed him, I ain’t got no problem sayin’ I did it. ’Cause I represent mine."
As Cruz’s men began to move closer around the table, Black looked at Bobby and then back to Cruz. Bobby turned over the table and Black stood up with both of his guns drawn.
Cruz fell over his chair.
Black stepped up quickly and stood over him. "And I ain’t got no problem with killin’ you right now," Black said.
Cruz put up his hands. "I got no problem with you, Black. And I ain’t kill your boy."
"That’s all I wanted to know," Black said, and he and Bobby backed out of La Caridad. Jorge stepped to the table and tried to help Cruz get up. "You okay?" he asked with his hand out.