"Goddamn it!" Rain shouted. "These niggas gonna break my ass. Did anybody get hurt?"
"Not bad, but somebody called the cops. They’re all over the place."
"Did they find the gambling room?"
"Not yet, but—"
"I’ll be down there," Rain said and ended the call. She looked at Nick. "Somebody hit the club. Rose says cops is all over the place. But they haven’t found the gambling spot."
"You know how much they got?" Nick asked.
"I don’t know. I won’t know until we get there," Rain said and drove a little faster.
When Rain slowed down for a red light, Nick turned to her and said, "Let me out here."
"What? Didn’t you hear what I said? Somebody robbed the club and the gambling spot."
"Yeah, I heard you. Did you hear me? Let me out here," Nick said again.
Rain stopped short and Nick reached for the handle. "What is wrong with you?"
"Nothing’s wrong. I just got something I need to do right now."
"What you got to do that’s more important than this?"
"Right now, what I’m gonna do is more important. So you go deal with what you gotta deal with and I’ll get with you later."
"Are you serious? I need you with me on this."
"For what? Whatever happened is already over and done with. What you need me for?"
Rain had no answer.
"I didn’t think so. You go on, handle your business. I’ll get with you later and we’ll talk about who your enemies are, and how many more there are."
"You not runnin’ out on me, are you?"
"No, Rain, I’m not runnin’ out on you. I got too much invested in you for that to happen," Nick said and thought about Wanda.
He got out of the car and watched as Rain drove away fast. He walked down to next corner and hailed a cab. "Where to?"
"Just drive," Nick said and thought about what he was gonna do next. He took out his cell phone and started to call Monika. Before it started to ring, he ended the call and put the phone away. He knew that he was gonna need backup, but Monika wasn’t the one he needed on this one.
At this point, Monika was too tied to Black. She had become Black’s personal assassin. He wasn’t willing to put her in a position where she would have to keep something from him, much less have to lie to him. This was his cross to bear.
Nick took the phone out again and held it in his hand for awhile. Then he dialed Bobby’s number. It went straight to voicemail. Then he tried calling him at the club. "Impressions, this is Tara."
"Tara, its Nick."
"What’s up, Nick?"
"Is Bobby there?"
"I’m not sure. Hold on, let me check," Tara said and put Nick on hold.
He had been on hold for about five minutes and was about to hang up when Bobby came to the phone. "Hello."
"Bobby, its Nick."