Commit To Violence

"The funeral is at eleven. Pick me up at ten thirty."

"What about the money in the trunk?"

"You keep it," Black said and walked away. "And don’t be late," he shouted as he went inside of Cynt’s.

The place was closed when Black went inside. Not even Cynt, who was always there long afte

r they closed, was there. Black turned on a few lights and headed for the bar.

He went behind the bar and poured himself a glass of Rémy. Black stood behind the bar and thought about what had gone on that night, and how it changed things in his world.

All of a sudden Bo and Hank were dead, Oleg was his new partner, and then there was Jada West. Black took a sip of his drink. "What to do with Jada West?" he asked himself.

If he wanted to be honest about it, Black liked Jada on more than just a business level. Liked her style and the way she carried herself. He thought she was beautiful since the first time he saw her dance. That night, and every time they met since, he could feel the energy between them.

Black poured himself another drink and thought about what he should do with Jada West and her skill set; training women to be high-price hookers. He thought about his expansion into the gambling market in Nassau and the clientele that Jamaica had begun to attract to his spots. Then he remembered something that Jamaica said to him one night. "All we need now is some girls, and we take all their money."

At the time, Black didn’t think that the international tourist clientele the island attracted would be willing to pay for the caliber of women that currently worked the trade in Nassau. However, if Jada West could recruit and train high-quality talent from around the world, Black was sure that there was definitely a market for that.

Just then, Bobby and Nick came in and approached the bar. "Okay, so tell me what I’m not going to be happy about," Black said and got two more glasses.

"Hello, Mike. How you doin’ tonight?" Bobby asked.

"I’m good," Black said and pushed a glass of Rémy at Bobby, and then poured a glass of Johnny Walker Black for Nick. He left both bottles on the bar. "Now tell me what you two did that I’m not gonna be happy about."

"Thanks for the drink," Bobby said and raised his glass. Then he turned to Nick. "Tell him."

"Me?" Nick said and took a big shallow of his drink. "I needed that. But why do I have to be the one?"

"This was your show from the start," Bobby said and walked away from the bar. He sat down at a table close to the bar.

"One of you needs to tell me right now."

"Bobby killed Stark and Moon tonight," Nick said and finished his drink.

"You killed Moon," Bobby said quickly.

"What did you say?"

"Bobby killed—"

"I heard what you said, Bobby!" Black yelled. "Why the fuck did you kill Stark?"

Bobby got up and went to the bar. "Nick—" was all he said then poured himself another shot of Rémy.

"Rain was dealin’ and Stark was supplyin’ her."

"So you killed him and Moon for that? That’s a reason to make him stop, not kill him."

Bobby smiled. "Nick—" was all he had to say.

"Her dealers were gettin’ robbed and executed," Nick said.

"Tell him the rest," Bobby said.

"Kirk was on the case, and—" Nick said.

"Wait a minute. PR?" Black asked.