The Mike Black Saga Book One (6 page)

Freeze put the tire around Floyd and took a step back. Then we took their time and worked him over. But all through the fierce beating, Floyd kept sayin’ that he would have the money in a couple of days.

“Freeze.”

“Yeah.”

“Find me some gasoline,” I said. Freeze smiled and went off in search of gasoline.

“What you gonna do?” Floyd asked wide-eyed with terror.

“I want to make sure that you understand that I’m serious.”

Freeze came back with the gas can and handed it to me. Then Freeze punched Floyd in the face a couple of times. I poured it around the tire.

“You got a lighter, Freeze?”

“No, you know I don’t smoke.” Freeze punched Floyd in the face again. “Floyd, you got a fuckin’ lighter?”

Floyd looked at Freeze like he was crazy.

I slapped him. “He’s talkin’ to you, Floyd.” When Floyd didn’t answer, I slapped him again and Freeze dug in Floyd’s pockets until he found one and handed it to me.

Freeze picked up the gas can
an
poured some more gas on the tire. I was just about to set the tire on fire, when Floyd yelled; “The money is in the safe!”

“See.” I turned to Freeze. “I knew he was holding out on us.” I punched Floyd again. “Where’s the safe?”

“In the office,” Floyd said.

“Show me.”

Floyd took us to the safe,
then
he told me the combination. I opened the safe and took all the money. We left Floyd there with the gas soaked tire around him, laughing as we left. After that Floyd left the city and moved to Philly.

I didn’t always send Nick and Freeze to collect for Andre. Sometimes,
me
and Bobby would make the run. On this particular night he sent us to see a man name Dudley Roberts, but everybody called him
D.R.
He was a dealer of some note, but his downfall was that he was a shooter and liked to get high on his own supply.
D.R.
owed
Andréfifty
grand and he sent me to collect. “A simple pick up, Black,”
Andrésaid
. “No trouble, no resistance, and definitely no shooting. Just get my money.”

When
me
and Bobby got to the bar on White Plains road, we saw DR surrounded by his set. There were five of them. Bobby turned to me. “These fuckin’ guys. I really don’t feel fuckin’ with them tonight.”

“So what you wanna do?” I asked.

“Wait. See if they split up and take him then,” Bobby said.

“Cool,” I said and took a seat where I could see them and signaled for a waitress.

“I gotta take a piss,” Bobby said and got up.

“Two shot of Remy, straight up,” I said when she showed up. The waitress was on her way back to the table when a man noticed me
siting
there. He tapped his boys on the shoulder, then they both immediately took out their guns and started shooting at me and then another guy joined in. The other people in the bar hit the floor.

I turned over table and fired back and there was no sign of Bobby. I wondered if somebody had gotten to him while he was in the bathroom. I ran out of the bar with two armed men right on my ass. I took out my guns, stopped, and turned around quickly. I fired a couple of shots at them as they came through the door. The shots ricocheted off the door and the men tried to return fire, but it was too late. It gave me enough time to make it to my car. I emptied the clip in one gun and got in.

I cursed
Andréfor
sending me into this mess and started up the car. As I drove off I looked in the rearview mirror and I saw those muthafuckas make it to their car. The question was, who the fuck were they and why the fuck did they just open up on me as soon as I came through the door?

I would have to take the time to consider all that later, right now the only thing I had to concern myself with was gettin’ the fuck away from there. I reloaded my gun; I only had one clip left. It didn’t take long for them to catch up with me as I weaved my way through traffic on the avenue. Once they got close enough to me they started shooting.

One of their shots took out my back window; I tried to stay low as I kept on driving. I fired a few shots blindly at them and they continued blasting at me. My car went into a spin when a shot hit my back tired. I gripped the steeling wheel tight and cut the wheel into the spin. I slammed into a parked car and hit my head hard against the steering wheel.

My head hurt like hell and I felt the blood begin to trickle down my face. I tried to shake it off and start the car, but that wasn’t happening. I got out of the car just as they rolled up on me. As soon as they got out of the car, I let go with both guns. When they both dropped to the ground and I took off running. They got up and ran after me, bustin’ shots all the way. I wheeled and fired. They took cover behind a car and shot back, but I was gone.

I ran down the street trying, but couldn’t remember the last time that I had to run away like a little bitch.

When I reached the next corner I dropped down behind a car. I knew that I didn’t have a lot of bullets left. I stayed still and quiet, waiting for them to come tearing around that corner, and then I’d have them.

Damn they were good.

I watched through the car window as they stopped at the corner. They stood and talked for a second or two before they seemed to look dead at me and split up. They knew where I was hiding and were gonna try and surround me. I stood up, spread my arms, and fired at both of them.

I didn’t wait around to see if I hit either one of them and ran down the street. The sound of shots being fired from behind me answered that question.

I ran up the steps of an apartment building, took aim, and fired one of my guns until it was empty before running inside. As I ran up the steps, I saw that there was only one man following me now. Maybe I had gotten lucky and hit one of them. What was more likely was that they had split up again and the other would be waiting for me when I came out.

I would worry about him later. Right now I had his partner on my ass. He came bustin’ through the door and fired a few shots at me as I ran up the steps. When I reached the top of the stairs, I shot back. Now, I was out of bullets. I ran down the hall hoping that there was a window to a fire escape, or back staircase, but there wasn’t. Just more apartments.

I was trapped.

With nowhere else to go, I picked a door and kicked it in. I closed the door behind me and made my way into the apartment. There was an old lady watching TV, she screamed when she saw me. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I said and lowered my empty weapon. “Where’s the fire escape?”

“In the bedroom,” she said quietly and pointed.

I apologized for disturbing her and ran in the direction she pointed, through her bedroom and out the window. I made my way down the fire escape as quickly as I could. Once I reached the ground I looked around, I tried to decide which way to go. I looked up and saw my relentless pursuer. He fired at me and I started running down the alley. I could hear his footsteps coming up behind me as I run toward the sound of traffic.

 
That’s when I saw the other one standing there. “Hold it!” he yelled as his partner caught up with me.

They had me. I put my gun on the ground, why not, it was empty anyway, and put up my hands. I was about to die and I had no idea who these guys were or why they were about to kill me.

I didn’t see him coming up behind them, I just heard the shots. Bobby stepped out of the shadows. “I can’t let you out of my sight for a minute, can I?” Bobby asked. “Can’t even take a piss in peace. I’m standin’ there with my dick in my hand and I heard gun shots.”

“How did you find me?”

“Followed the gun shot and banged up cars until I found yours. Knew you couldn’t
of
gone too far on foot, so I drove around until I saw this asshole goin’ down the alley with his gun out. The rest was pretty easy,” Bobby said as we got in his car.

“
Thanks,
Bob.”

“Yeah, I know, I saved your life—again. But I’ll tell you what, next time I go to the bathroom you’re comin’ with me. You wanna act like a little kid then I’ma
treat
you like one.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

After that we went by André’s. He got a kick outta my I almost got killed
tonight,
story, then he put us back to work.
Andrésent
us
out to Long Island to collect fifty grand for a guy name Gordon Hicks. Gordon wasn’t involved in the game, he was in construction. He was the little brother of some guy
Andréused
to run with. Gordon was sub-contracting the electrical work on some big job. He needed the money to make payroll and cover his other expenses until he got his draw down from the general contractor. When the banks wouldn’t loan him the money against the contract, he came to André, who gladly give him the money in exchange for the fifty he loaned him plus part of his company.

“After the night you had you can use an easy run,”
Andrélaughed
. “He’s havin’ a party
tonight,
celebrate finally gettin’ that money. You and Bobby go on out there, drink up his liquor, fuck some of his woman and bring me my money. You shouldn’t have any problems, he called and said come get it. But if he
don’t
have it all, make sure you give him to a new understanding.”

So
me
and Bobby drove out there, and Gordon had the money waitin’. Bobby wanted to head back to the city right away, but I saw a few women that I was interested in so I wasn’t ready to go. “Why don’t you take the money and go?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, shit, yeah, I’ll be all right. I need to fuck new pussy tonight, and I saw a big
amazon
bitch that I wanna see naked.” I looked at Bobby. “And what’s up with you? I saw a couple that are your type. Skinny as a rail, flat as a board, with a juicy ass.”

“Yeah, that me. But I got somebody to do tonight,” Bobby said. “So I’ll go take
Andréthis
money, and you get their numbers for me.”

After Bobby left, I wondered around and mingled with Gordon’s guest. He hadn’t actually invited me to stay, but he didn’t seem to mind. The whole time I got my eye on the
amazon
, patiently waiting for my opening, and when she stepped away from her group to get another drink, I went after her like a predator goes after his prey.

Her name was Cézanne; she was a registered nurse and worked in an emergency room. She was there with a friend of hers who knew Gordon’s secretary. Cézanne was at least five eleven, with long powerful legs and big thighs. Cézanne had big delicious looking titties and fat juicy nipples that were fighting to get out. All tucked neatly into a tight black mini dress, and you know how I love a woman wearing black.

Some time I feel like they’re wearin’ it just for me.

We were having an interesting discussion about treating gunshot wounds. I was especially interested since I almost got shot that night. While she was talkin’ I noticed that somebody was watching me. There were two women standing off in a corner and neither of them
were
taking their eyes off me. They were both fine as hell, although I thought one of them was more Bobby’s type than mine. She was rail thin and had the kind of ass he likes but she had nice sized titties. They were both definitely
fuckable
. I tipped my head in their direction and they both smiled and waved.

I kept on listenin’ to Cézanne talk about her life in the ER when I noticed that one of the women that
was
watching me had moved. I looked around the room and saw she had gone to the bar and gotten a drink and now she was coming my way.

She walked up and said, “Excuse me”, like Cézanne was in her way. Cézanne stepped aside and she passed between us. Then she looked around like she was looking for somebody. Of course, Cézanne was oblivious to all this and was still talkin’ away. Next thing you know the three of us are
talkin’,
only now she’s telling us about her job as a receptionist at a doctor’s office. Finally, it got around to me and what I do. “I’m a collector.”