Michaella grabbed my face and tried to stick her tongue down my throat. I thought about boning her right then and there in the car, but I had shit to do.
“See you later,” I said, and got out of the car.
“I hope so.”
When I got inside, thankfully, Wanda was gone, but Nick and Jamaica were there. When I explained the situation and told them how Bodie was set up, nobody seemed excited.
“That’s us against twenty-two niggas,” Jamaica said.
“No. That’s us against twenty-two niggas with guns,” Nick corrected.
“That’s right,” I said. “But I have a plan to thin the herd.”
“What’s that?” Bobby asked.
“I think it’s time that Detective Cavanaugh earned some of that money André pays him,” I said, and went to the office to make a call. When I got back, it was all set. “Mount up. We’re going to war.”
We left The Late Night, got in our car and drove back to Grand Concourse and we waited. We had been waiting there for about an hour, when five squad cars pulled up in front of the building. The cops jumped out and Bobby and I watched as they cuffed and arrested twelve of the twenty-two men Bodie’s punk ass had protecting him.
“Now that’s how you thin out a herd,” Bobby said, and checked his weapons. Everybody had silencers.
“See, Bobby, all cops aren’t worthless,” I said, and got out of the car.
With the outside of the building clear, we walked right up, went inside and headed for the elevator. I heard the sound of somebody moving in the hallway. Bobby heard it too. He looked around the corner and saw the man that Michaella said was watching the stairs.
“I got him,” Nick said. He took out his gun and put on his silencer. As the man approached, Nick raised his weapon, and shot him twice in the chest.
“One down,” Jamaica said.
I pushed the button for the elevator. “You two take the stairs and wait for us on four.”
As soon as the elevator door opened, the man inside raised his gun, but Bobby shot first. He went down from multiple shots to the chest. We got in the elevator, Bobby pushed four and I kicked the gun away from the man.
“I’m pretty sure he’s dead. I don’t think he was gonna be reaching for that gun.” Bobby put another clip in.
“True, but you never know. Better safe than sorry,” I said, and put two more in his head.
“Satisfied?”
“Yes. I’m sure he’s dead now.”
The elevator was old and slow, so by the time we passed three, I could hear shooting.
“Sounds like the party’s already started,” Bobby said.
“I did tell them to wait for us, didn’t I?”
“You did, but you know how shit goes sometimes.”
“You ready?” I asked as we finally got to the fourth floor.
“Let’s go,” Bobby replied as the door opened.
I looked out in the hallway and I could see that two men were down and the other two were laughing as they blasted away with automatic weapons. They had my crew pinned down in the stairwell.
“Come on out mutha fuckas!” one yelled.
“Bitch niggas is scared!” the other yelled. They were having too much fun with this.