“Let’s go get this mutha fucka,” I replied.
Just then, I saw Ennis come running out of an apartment at the end of the hall, firing. Good thing for us that he wasn’t a very good shot, because he missed every shot and then he went out the window.
“I got him!” I yelled, and went after him with Bobby and Nick right behind me.
By the time I got down the hall, made it out the window and onto the fire escape, Ennis had made it down the ladder and was running down the street. I took aim and fired one shot. It hit him in the back and he went down.
“Go check on Jamaica and The Kid. Me and Bobby got Ennis,” I said, and we went down the fire escape. When we walked up on his body, he was still moving.
He looked up at us. “Who the fuck are you niggas?”
“I’m Mike Black, and this is Bobby Ray.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Bobby said, and we both raised our weapons and fired.
Chapter Nine
Since André liked his shit to be public, we didn’t bother moving any of the bodies. We just got in our cars and drove away to the sound of police sirens.
When we got back to The Late Night, I gave Freeze the guns I had used so he could get rid of them and kept heading toward the office. I was surprised when I was told by a member of security that André was in the club and he was waiting for me in the office. It was surprising because in the entire time we’ve been open, André has never been there.
“What’s up with that?” I asked Bobby, as he and I headed toward the office.
“Probably just wants to know what happened with Ennis,” Bobby said.
“Yeah, but he never comes here,” I said, and opened the door. The first thing I saw was a woman’s big naked ass.
Bobby laughed. “Well damn.”
There was André, leaning against my desk with his pants down around his ankles and she was on her knees sucking his dick.
“Is this a private party, or can anybody join in?” Bobby asked.
“You know how me and you do it, Bobby,” André said.
André was the King of the orgy and Bobby was a frequent participant, but I wasn’t. Don’t get me wrong, me and Bobby have freaked a bunch of women together; I just wasn’t in anyway interested in doing that with André.
As Bobby walked up on them, he pulled her up from the floor and then he dropped his pants, I shook my head, turned around and headed for the door.
“Ahh, shit!” I heard her scream.
“Y’all let me know when you’re finished. I’ll be at the bar,” I said, and opened the door to leave.
“Mike!” André breathed out.
“What?”
“How’d it go with Ennis?”
“Like it always goes,” I said as I closed the door and locked it behind me.
I came out in the club, got a drink from the bar and then I went to my table, took off my coat and sat down. I sat there, listening to, but really not hearing the music, thinking about what we were doing, how it was going and what my next move would be.
Although things were going exactly the way we planned it, I still had a feeling that something was wrong. That I was missing something, that I hadn’t covered every base.
I drained my glass. “Probably nothing,” I said, and got up to get another drink. That’s when I saw a magnificent specimen of a woman standing at the bar. She was wearing the shit out of a black sleeveless crewneck dress with a gold floral pattern, which easily made her the best-dressed woman in the joint. Since I’d never seen her before, I wondered who she was here with.
André maybe, I thought as I approached her. But no, even though she was fine as hell, I know André hates Puerto Ricans. He might fuck her, but he would never be seen in public with her.