The Mike Black Saga Volume 2

by Roy Glenn

  “I’ll tell you on the way,” Freeze said and took out a Slim Jim and unlocked the car door. After disabling the alarm, Freeze quickly hotwired the car and they were on their way.

  When they arrived at Melinda’s condo, Freeze picked out a dark spot to park. He got in the backseat and they waited for D-Train to show up. Nick reached in his bag and pulled out his night vision goggles.

  Freeze began to laugh as Nick put them on. “Are those really necessary?”

  “Yes, they are. You wanna try them?”

  “Yeah, let me see them.” Freeze took the goggles from Nick and put them on. “Hey,” he paused and looked around. “These shit’s ain’t bad. I can see every fuckin’ thing.” Freeze took them off and handed them back to Nick. “You gotta get me some of those.”

  “I knew a killa like you would like something like these. Makes you a more efficient killa.”

  While they waited, Freeze gave some thought to the fact that he was waiting to get revenge over the killing of a woman that cheated on him, but that didn’t really matter. Like Melinda said, it was business; it was just business for personal reasons. D-Train had to go. If for no other reason than to make an example of him. Killing D-Train would keep the others in check. It would solidify his position. Black earned his position, earned everybody’s respect in war. Freeze, he had been given the position. That’s why niggas were willing to try him.

  Freeze decided that just riding by blasting wasn’t good enough. He had to stand in front of D-Train and look into his eyes when he killed him. Melinda told him that if he was coming alone, he’d be driving a gold Lexus, if he had a bodyguard with him they would be in a dark blue Chevy Suburban.

  It wasn’t too much longer before Melinda was proven right.

  “Dark blue Chevy Suburban coming this way.”

  “How many?”

  “Two.”

  “Makes it easy.” Freeze waited until they parked, and D-Train got out and went inside. “Wait here,” Freeze said, put on his gloves and got out. “Yo, let me borrow them things.” Nick took off the goggles and gave them to Freeze. “I’ll be right back.”

  The driver of the Suburban rolled down his window, kicked the music up a little louder and made himself comfortable. Freeze waited ten minutes before he approached the car. Freeze put the silencer on his gun and continued toward the truck. When he got to the window, Freeze pointed his weapon and fired twice. One shot to the head and the other to the chest, and he kept walking toward the building.

  Melinda explained to Freeze that she told D-Train that she might be a little late getting there so he should let himself in, take a shower and wait for her in bed. D-Train was sorry that he had slapped her and was anxious to make it up to her. Earlier in the day he had bought Melinda a diamond studded necklace.

  I know she’s gonna love this.

  He did as he was told, showered, and got in the bed. He placed the jewelry box on the bed next to him and waited for Melinda to arrive.

  Freeze unlocked the door with the key Melinda gave him, then made a few scratch marks on the lock to make it look like forced entry. With Nick’s night vision goggles on, Freeze was able to move quickly to the bedroom. Freeze came through the door.

  “Time to die, mutha fucka.”

  Freeze fired six times, hitting him with all six shots. Then he walked up to him and put one more bullet in his head to make sure he was gone. As Freeze stood over D-Train’s dead body, he noticed the jewelry box on the bed. He opened the box.

  “Nice.”

  Freeze put the box in his pocket and left the condo.

  Chapter Forty-three

  It had been a long night. While Nick played spy and Freeze did what he does best, Mike and Shy went dancing at Impressions. Both had called Mike and made him aware of the events of the evening. Mike decided that it was time to let Bobby know what was going on. Mike went upstairs to Bobby’s office to make a call.

  “Bobby.”

  “What’s up?”

  “There’re some things that I need to talk to you about.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Not over the phone. Where you at?”

  “Where you at?”

  “Impressions.”

  “I’m on my way,” Bobby said and hung up the phone.

  It took him a while to get there, but he finally got to the office a little after two in the morning.

  “About time,” Mike said and stood up.

  Shy stood up too. “Just in time to take us home.”

  “Oh, so I’m a taxicab now, huh?” Bobby laughed and started shuffling toward the door. “Well, sir, ma’am, yous all just come on and go with old Bobby Ray.” Bobby stopped. “Bobby Ray, that’s me. I’ll get yous all home just as fast as these old bones and my new Cadillac can carry us.”

  Mike and Shy both shook their heads and followed Bobby out of the club to his car. On the way to Mike’s house, he brought Bobby up to speed on what happened that night. Then Shy asked a question.

  “Bobby.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Would you stop that,” Shy insisted.

  “Yes, ma’am, I mean, what you want?”

  “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

  “What do you want to know?”

  “I know this is none of my business, but I gotta ask you. Are you cheating on Pam?”

  Bobby looked at Mike, who shrugged his shoulders and looked out the window.

  “I … you see, ah … it’s not …” Bobby stuttered.

  Bobby’s cell phone rang.

  “Saved by the bell,” Mike said and continued looking out the window.

  Bobby looked at the display and answered the phone with fury.

  “I thought I told you that I was busy, and I would get with you tomorrow.”

  “Bobby, it’s Pam.” She said mono toned.

  Bobby quickly glanced at the display. Pam was calling from Cat’s apartment. This can’t be good.

  “What’s going on, Pam?” Bobby asked tentatively.

  “I’m at your girlfriend’s apartment. Is Mike with you?”

  “He’s right here. Do you want to talk to him?”

  “No, I don’t want to talk to Mike. I need the two of you to come here.”

  “Where is here, Pam?”

  “Bobby; don’t play with me,” Pam said calmly and evenly. “I need you and Mike to come here now,” Pam said and calmly hung up the phone.

  Bobby dropped his phone and made a U-turn.

  “Everything all right, Bobby?” Mike asked.

  “Pam is at Cat’s apartment.”

  “I guess that answers my question,” Shy said and laughed a little.

  Bobby drove as fast as he could to Cat’s apartment. When they arrived at the apartment and went inside the building, none of them were prepared for what they found.

  Bobby got to the door and much to his surprise it was cracked open. He pushed the door slowly and stepped inside.

  “Pam? Pam, are you here?”

  The apartment was in darkness, lit only by the streetlights shining through the window.

  “I’m right here, Bobby,” Pam said as Mike and Shy entered the apartment.

  “Where is here, Pam?”

  “In the kitchen,” she answered.

  “Is everything all right?” Bobby asked as he got closer to her. Then he stopped and took a step back. “Gun.”

  Mike quickly stepped in front of Bobby, which caused Shy’s eyes to buck wide open.

  “What’s up with the gun, Pam?”

  Pam looked at the gun in her hand. “It’s for killing, Mike. You better than most people know what a gun is for.”

  “Are you all right, Pam?” Shy asked noticing the look on Pam’s face and the tone of her voice.

  “Hello, Shy. It’s good to see you. I hope the kidnappers didn’t hurt you?”

  “No, Pam,” Shy said. “I’m fine, but I’m worried about you, sweetie.”

  “You don’t have to worry about me, Shy. Everyt
hing is going to be just fine now.”

  “Why don’t you give me the gun, Pam?” Mike asked quietly as he walked toward her with his hand out.

  Pam pointed it at Mike. “Here.” Pam said and handed the gun to Mike. “I’m finished with it.”

  Now that she was no longer armed, Bobby stepped toward his wife again.

  “Pam,” he said softly. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m fine, Bobby.”

  “Where’s Cat?”

  “She’s in the bedroom.”

  Bobby and Mike went to the bedroom and opened the door. There on the floor was Cat, with a gunshot wound in the chest. Bobby knelt down next to her and checked for a pulse.

  “She dead?” Mike asked.

  “Yeah.” Bobby touched her face and then closed her eyes. He felt like somebody had kicked his insides out.

  Mike and Bobby came out of the bedroom and went back to the kitchen, where Shy was talking to Pam.

  “What happened, Pam?” Shy asked.

  “She called the house again,” Pam began.

  She may have been talking to Shy, but she was looking at Bobby. It was obvious that Pam was in shock after what she had done.

  “She said that she had just gotten finished fucking Bobby and he would still be there if Mike hadn’t called and asked Bobby to pick him up. I told her that I didn’t believe her. So, she described everything that Bobby had on. Right down to his boxers. Well, we went through the usual bitch this, and ho that, and then she said that she was going to take Bobby away from me and that our house was going to be their house. I was about to hang up, because I had heard enough of her shit, but she kept on talking. She said yeah, bitch, I been to your mutha fuckin’ house.”

  “I never brought her to the house,” Bobby said in defense of himself.

  “He didn’t have to, Shy, she came on her own. She said this afternoon when I went to pick up the children from school, she came in the house.”

  “That’s bullshit! How could she get past the alarm?” Bobby yelled.

  “That’s the same thing I asked her, Shy. She said she knew the password. You see, Bobby talks in his sleep sometimes, and he’ll tell you anything you wanna know when he’s like that. Well, I guess she knows that too, because she told me that all she did is ask and he gave her the password to the alarm.”

  Mike and Shy both looked at Bobby, Mike shook his head, Shy rolled her eyes.

  “I still didn’t believe that she was bold enough to go in our house. So, she described every room. She went in the children’s rooms. The rooms where our children sleep, Bobby,” Pam said finally addressing him. “She described our bedroom. She told me how I arranged the clothes and shoes in my closet; she even told me what was in my jewelry box. Then she said that our bed was very comfortable and that she was looking forward to fuckin’ Bobby on our bed. That’s when I hung up on her.

  “But then I thought about it. This woman is crazy. Crazy enough to come in our house and not only search it; but call and tell me about it. She wasn’t gonna stop. I told Bobby to stop her, or I would stop her. So, I called her back. I told her that we needed to talk face to face. I was surprised when she invited me over. I took the kids to my sister’s house and I came here. When I got here, she asked me to follow her. Said she wanted to show me something and led me straight to the bedroom. She opened the door and pointed to the bed. She said this is where her and Bobby fuck every day. That’s when I shot her.”

  Chapter Forty-four

  Mike and Bobby looked at one another. “The parlor?” Bobby asked.

  “No doubt,” Mike replied.

  “The parlor?” Shy asked. “What’s the parlor?”

  “Funeral parlor, we’ve owned it for years. It comes in handy for occasions like this,” Mike answered his still confused wife.

  “Come on, Mike, you can explain that shit to her later. We need to get Pam and this body outta here,” Bobby said, and Mike had to agree.

  “We’ll come back later and clean up this place. Cassandra, take Pam to the car and take her home.”

  Bobby threw Shy his keys. “Pam, where’s your car?”

  “At home.”

  “How did you get here?”

  “I took a cab and had the driver drop me off two blocks from here. I walked the rest of the way,” Pam said, and Bobby looked at her.

  “Okay, just take Pam to the car and wait for us,” Mike told her.

  “Shy, there’s an alley that leads to the back of the building, meet us there,” Bobby said and went back in the bedroom.

  “Come on, Pam,” Shy said and led Pam by the arm out of the apartment.

  After Shy left with Pam, Mike followed Bobby into the bedroom. He found Bobby kneeling beside the body. When he saw Mike come into the room, Bobby stood up.

  “Damn, I didn’t think Pam had it in her to do something like this.”

  Mike went to the bed and grabbed the bedspread. “I didn’t think she did either.”

  Bobby continued to stare at Cat’s lifeless body.

  “You were really feeling her?”

  Bobby nodded in response.

  “You wanna get outta here, go home with Pam? I’ll get Freeze and Nick to take care of this.”

  Bobby took the bedspread from Mike and laid it out on the floor next to her body.

  “No, Mike. This is my mess; I have to be the one to clean it up.”

  “You sure?” Mike and Bobby both knelt down and placed the body in the bedspread.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be all right. Besides the last thing I wanna do is go home with Pam. Let her and Shy bond, spend some more time together.”

  “Maybe the two of you should go away for a while, spend some time together.” Mike suggested as they wrapped up the body.

  “Maybe.” Bobby paused. “You ready?”

  “Yeah,” Mike said and together they carried Cat out of her apartment.

  Once they got her downstairs and into the trunk, Bobby started to take Pam home, but she insisted on going to her sister’s house to pick up the children. Shy was able to convince her that she shouldn’t be around her children in her current state of mind. Once Pam finally agreed to that, then she didn’t wanna go home.

  “I keep thinking about you and her in our bed,” Pam said.

  Bobby remained quiet.

  “Take her to my house then,” Mike suggested, and Pam agreed. Mike asked Shy if she would mind staying with her until they took care of things. Naturally, Shy agreed and said that they’d be fine. Bobby drove to Mike’s house and took Pam inside. He stood by and watched in silence as Shy and Mike took her upstairs to his room and put her to bed. When they came back downstairs, Bobby went up and tried to talk to Pam.

  “Bobby,” Pam said without opening her eyes. “I think you should go help Mike. I know we need to talk, but this is not the time.”

  Bobby told Pam that he understood and gladly left her alone. After Mike and Bobby left, Shy went upstairs to check on Pam. She told Shy that she was fine, and that she just wanted to get some rest. As Shy was about to go back downstairs Pam said, “Shy.”

  “Yes, Pam.”

  “Where’s my gun? I need my gun back.”

  “Michael has it. I’m sure he’ll take care of it,” Shy promised. “What do you need a gun for?”

  “In case she comes back. She may try to get in the house again.”

  “I don’t think that’s possible,” Shy said and let out a little laugh. “Michael and Bobby are taking care of that right now.”

  “Do you have a gun?” Pam asked.

  “No, Pam I don’t have a gun.”

  “Okay,” Pam said and rolled over.

  When Mike and Bobby drove off, they drove right past Melinda, who had been following them all night. After she left Freeze at Cuisine, Melinda went to Impressions to establish her alibi. She would stay there until the club closed and go home to find the body. Once she found it, she planned to scream at the top of her lungs until one of her nosey ass neighbors came to see wh
at she was screaming about.

  When Melinda got to the club, who were the first people she saw on the dance floor? Black and that bitch Shy. It made her think about her great plan.

  You mean Diego’s great plan.

  Diego had realized the first time he met Melinda that she controlled D-Train. When Diego came to her and asked for her help in destroying everything that Black worked so hard to build, she gladly accepted. Black was never coming back to her, so why not?

  It all was gonna be so easy, Melinda thought.

  She was going to get back at Black for dumping her. She would take apart the organization that she thought she knew so much about, piece by piece. Melinda would do it slowly and methodically, the way Black would do it.

  And it would have worked if D-Train’s people hadn’t fucked everything up.

  But her plan changed the day that Sal Terrico dropped that bitch Shy in her lap. Melinda begged Diego to kill her, but he had other plans for the bitch. It was only after Melinda promised Diego that she wouldn’t kill her and a little something else, at least he was quick about it, that Diego told Sal to deliver the bitch to D-Train.

  When she had a new plan. She would convince D-Train to kill her. Once the bitch was dead, she would tell Black. Black would kill D-Train and take him off her neck. Which would leave her free to be there for Black in his time of need.

  He would need me again.

  When D-Train slapped the shit outta her, Melinda knew that she had lost control of him, but the plan was still a good one. That night after she left The Spot, Melinda drove to 151st to the place where they were holding Shy. She would kill Shy herself and still tell Black that D-Train did it. But nobody was there when she got there.

  It made her mad as hell to see them together, out on the dance floor that they used to call their own. She hated that bitch Shy with a passion. Melinda decided that whether she got Black back or not, that bitch didn’t deserve to live. Even if it meant killing Black too.

  When she saw them leaving the club with Bobby, Melinda followed them. She knew that there was a warrant out for that bitch Shy’s arrest. It would be easier to simply call the police and tell them where she was. But that wasn’t good enough.

  With Black’s power, Wanda’s think she’s so fuckin’ smart ass, that bitch Shy would be out in no time.