Commit To Violence

"Come on now, Stark, don’t bullshit me. I know Black got his hand in your business."

"You don’t know shit," Stark told her.

Rain didn’t like the way he said it. It was like he didn’t respect her or her position.

"Black don’t have shit to do with my business and I’m not gonna sit here and explain it to you. If you was all that you play it like you are to Nick, you’d know what the deal is between me and Black."

Rain took a deep breath and picked up the gym bag she had with her. She sat it on the table and opened it. "You mean to tell me that you gonna let this money walk out of here tonight?"

Stark leaned forward and looked in the bag. He got up and went to the bar he had setup in the corner of the room. "You want a drink?"

"Patrón if you got it," Rain answered.

While Stark poured he thought about the bag of money sitting on his coffee table. He knew Rain was right; in the position he was in, he couldn’t let that much money walk. He handed Rain her drink and sat down. "What you gonna do when Nick finds out about what you’re doin’?"

"Who gonna tell him? You? I know I ain’t gonna tell him a mutha fuckin’ thing."

"You know word gets around on the street. Sooner or later the nigga is gonna hear that Double R is back. And she out there with product."

Rain sat back in her chair and took a sip of her drink. Stark was right about that, niggas will talk. She thought for a minute. "Niggas won’t know it’s me behind this shit. All they’ll hear ’bout is some nigga named PR."

"PR?"

"That’s right, nigga, PR. They’ll think it’s some Puerto Rican mutha fucka or some shit like that. They won’t even know if it’s a man or a woman."

"This can’t come back on me in any way, Rain."

"Trust me, nigga, it won’t," Rain assured him.

"It better not, because if you fuck up my business with Black, I’ll—"

Rain leaned forward. "What you gonna do, nigga?"

Stark leaned forward and zipped up the bag. He got up and took the bag with him. Rain sat quietly and watched as Stark handed the bag to one of his men.

"See Moon on your way out, he’ll take care of you. From here on, you deal with him. You and I don’t talk anymore. And one more thing—"

"What’s that?" Rain frowned.

"You have no credit here. No money, no product," Stark said and went in another room and closed the door behind him.

Rain stood up. "Nice doin’ business with you." Bitch nigga, she said to herself and went on with Moon that night.

For a while things went smoothly. Money was flowing and she was able to keep any knowledge of her involvement in the game from Nick.

That ended the week before when somebody robbed two of her spots. She had lost five of her people. Murdered; execution style. They were killed on their knees with their hands tied behind their backs. Then the killers shot them twice in the head. Rain knew that she would have to deal with that, but not that night.

That night she had smoked a blunt, had a couple of shots of Patrón and was waiting on Nick to come knock her back out. She wasn’t in the mood for any shit from Blue.

"Why don’t you worry about runnin’ these spots and makin’ this money and let me do what I do. Unless you tired of makin’ this money," Rain said.

"You don’t get it, do you, Rain?" Blue said and dropped his head. "You never did." Blue finished his drink and stood up. "It ain’t always about the money."

"You sound like a fuckin’ fool. What’s it about, if it ain’t about the money?"

"It’s about honor and loyalty to the people you got history with. Not that mutha fucka Black. We don’t need them niggas. We did just fine without them all these years."

"Don’t make me regret keepin’ you around, Blue," Rain said and put her hand on her gun again.