by Glenn, Roy
From that day on, there was peace. I respected Chilly and his business. He respected me and mine. Things were quiet for years. I didn’t have to kill anybody. If any disputes came up, and there were a few early on, me and Chilly settled it like men.
The only time I had to use my gun was when Freeze started dabbling in counterfeit money and had put a deal together to sell some to a couple of guys from North Carolina. Me and Bobby went along for the ride.
We arrived at an empty office building. There were two cars in the parking lot, neither with North Carolina plates. One was from Connecticut, and the other was from Vermont. Me and Freeze walked up ahead, while Bobby looked at the two cars.
“Freeze!” Bobby yelled.
“Yeah, Bobby,” Freeze said, turning around to see what Bobby wanted.
“I thought you said these hillbillies were from North Carolina?”
“Yeah why?” Freeze and I walked back to the cars to take a look.
“Yo, Black, last time we did business, these boys were in a beat to shit red Dodge pick up with Carolina plates.”
“Okay,” I said, reaching into my coat pocket. I cocked my gun, and returned it to my pocket. “Maybe they’re just in different cars.” I reached into the other pocket and cocked my other gun. “Or we’re walkin’ into a set up.”
Bobby and Freeze both checked their weapons; then Freeze led us inside the building to Suite 107. As we entered the room, the two men that Freeze was to meet with, Zek and Emmet, were seated at a table with two briefcases on it. Another man, whom Freeze had never seen, was standing in the corner next to the door. The back door to the office was glass and opened outward so you could see reflections from the outside of the building.
“Hey, Freeze, who are your buddies?” Zek asked.
Freeze stepped straight up to the table. “That don’t matter, Zek, let’s just get to it.” Me and Bobby moved to either side of the table and began to look around. Bobby went to the left to cover the back door while I went to the right to watch Bobby’s back.
“What you so uptight about there, Freeze? We done this before, smooth as a baby’s ass. Let’s see what grade of paper you got,” Emmet said.
I looked at the glass door and could see that one man was moving slowly along the side of the building toward the door. Then he stopped. I motioned to Bobby, who nodded in response.
“No, let’s see your money first hillbilly!” Freeze said, pointing in his face.
“Fuck this!” I walked up to the table, pulling both guns from my pockets. I turned to the man standing by the door and fired two shots. Both hit him in the head. I turned to Emmet and hit him with one shot in the head. Freeze moved to cover Zek. Bobby pulled his shotgun from under his coat. At that moment a man came running through the door. He received both barrels in the chest.
When the shooting stopped, one man remained, still sitting at the table with his hand two inches from his weapon. However, there were two guns pointed at him, one at each temple. Zek drew his hand back slowly. Freeze put his gun in Zek’s mouth. “Now, hillbilly, I want to see you open up them cases.”
Bobby walked up to the table and patted Freeze on the shoulder. “Now, Freeze, you just calm down. Give this hillbilly a chance.” Bobby looked at Zek and smiled, “Now, you ever watch them game shows on TV? I know you can’t talk so you just wiggle your ears or something.” Zek nodded. “Now if there’s money in those cases you can go with what you came for and never come any further north than the state line ever again in life. But if there’s no money, well—,” Bobby laughed, “Freeze is gonna blow a hole out the back of your head. At the same time, Mr. Happy here is gonna blow your brains out the right side of your head.”
I got impatient. “Freeze.”
Both men fired.
“Damn, you two ain’t no fuckin’ fun at all,” Bobby said.
“Bobby, check outside. Make sure there’s no one else out there,” I said, as he looked in the cases. “Shit! Freeze, check the other offices. See if there is any money, anywhere.”
“Yo, Black, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t sweat it, Freeze, shit happens. Now go.” We didn’t find any money any where so we got the fuck outta there.
From then on, like I said, thing were quiet. Me and my long time girlfriend Regina introduced Bobby to Pam. Back then, Pam and Regina were best friends, so it seemed only natural to hook Bobby up with Pam. They were married two years later, an occasion that marked the end of my long time relationship with Regina. We got into an argument over, of all things, listening to Prince on the way to the wedding. That minor dispute escalated from there to open warfare throughout the day. It got to the point that when the bridal party was going to dance, Pam had to force us to dance with each other. So there we were, dancing cheek to cheek, not saying a word. It was then that I swore that I’d never dance with a woman again. After that, we stood quietly and smiled politely through the pictures. Once the last picture was taken, Regina turned to me. “I hate you.” She left the reception and we haven’t spoken since.
I was out there and I had to go through those changes by myself. Bobby were gone for damn near two months on his honeymoon. I went through it in phases. First, I just felt like shit, you know. Then I was in denial, like this ain’t happening, not to me. Next I started trying to blame someone and that’s when I really started trippin’. First I blamed myself, then I blamed Regina and that circle continued day after fuckin’ day. Me, her, me, her. That was the dangerous part, because the next phase was hate. You hate the one that you blame. So if you blame yourself, you end up hating yourself.
I hated her. For a while it was all I had. And I took out my anger on all women. Not trustin’ them, never lettin’ them get close enough to hurt me.
I let it happen. So the only one I can blame is myself. Regina only did what any bitch would do, dog a man out, take his money and play him, `cause he’s weak for her. And I was so weak for her.
Chapter Thirteen
With those violent days were behind us, we turned our attention to other things. Bobby married Pam and she began crankin’ out babies at a rate of one per year. Now they got four kids, three girls and a boy. We began to expand our legitimate businesses. I opened a supper club called Cuisine and Bobby opened a nightclub named Impressions. I spent the majority of my time insuring that every aspect of the operation met very high standards of quality. I wanted Cuisine to be something special. It took some time and a great deal of energy, but I finally got things running the way I wanted them. With things running so smoothly and not requiring as much of my time and attention, I was bored, and began looking for something else to do.
The Mike Black Saga: Book One
by Roy Glenn
© Copyright Roy Glenn 2011
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