“I need your gun and your shield,” Sanchez said and held out his hand.
I guess Brown knew he was done and quietly gave it up. Then he started talking about a deal where he could walk out of this without going to jail. “The deal is that you give up every dirty cop in the building,” Sanchez said.
At that point, he asked to have a PBA rep present. When the rep got there, Brown told us what he was doing and then he rolled on no less then seventeen cops who were taking payoffs from the same drug dealers they were supposed to be arresting. “So what happened with Kenyatta Damson?”
“She’d been payin’ us off for years. She used to sell for Lorenzo Copeland, the one that killed McDill.”
“Was McDill dirty?” Sanchez asked.
“He got me started. That’s why he was fuckin’ with Copeland that day. He approached Copeland after we flipped Bryce Tyler, but Copeland was an arrogant fuck and wouldn’t play ball. After he went down, I found out that she was back up and running in the same spot, and I approached her. I told her that if she didn’t want to suffer the same fate as Copeland then she would pay.”
“What happened that night? Why’d you go see her?” Sanchez asked.
“I told her the price was going up,” Brown said.
“You fucks always get greedy,” I said in disgust.
“But she refused to pay.”
“That why you had her killed?” I asked.
“I didn’t know he was gonna kill her.”
“Who?”
“Bryce Tyler.” Brown said. “Anytime somebody didn’t want to pay, we’d send Bryce around and he’d convince them that it was in their best interest to pay.”
“What happened then? Dead dealers don’t pay,” I said.
“He said that it was personal.”
“That what you were talking about?”
“Yeah, I told him that he had fucked up and that he needed to lay low for a while ’cause you were putting pressure on us to close this one.”
“How do we find him?” Sanchez asked.
Chapter Thirteen
Mike Black
As Bobby drove to Nita Blue’s spot, I thought about Ms. West. Every time I saw her it was always my intention to seduce her, but somehow, each time we meet it turned into a discussion about business. She called me one night and invited me to her apartment. Ms. West said that she had something important to talk to me about. It didn’t matter what she wanted to talk about, I was going to talk her out of her clothes.
When I got there, Ms. West was dressed in a black Herve Leger armor trim dress, with a single strap across the shoulder and a string of pearls. She looked beautiful, but she always does, and I’ve come to expect nothing less from her.
That night Ms West told me that an ex-KGB operative with ties to the Izmaylovskaya mob named Oleg Mushnikov was trying to shake her down for twenty percent of her business. “How do you wanna come outta this?”
“With this guy off my back and me not owing you twenty percent of my business,” Jada said quietly. And just like that, the seduction of Jada West once again, got put on hold. I called and arranged a meeting with Oleg Mushnikov that same night and offered him a deal that in the long-term would be far more lucrative for him than Ms. West’s little pussy business.
It was kind of funny when you think about it. I am now business partners with Oleg Mushnikov in a joint venture to bring wind power to The Kola Peninsula in the Murmansk region in Russia, which should prove to be quite lucrative in the long run, but it was to keep Oleg from shaking Ms. West down for twenty percent of her business. Now, here we are about to scheme our way into shaking Nita Blue down for twenty percent of her little pussy business. Sometimes I don’t understand myself.
Ms. West and Nita Blue are in the same business, but where Ms. West is a madam with a stable of high rent escorts, Nita Blue is a pimp with a stable of seven streetwalkers. What one of Ms. West’s ladies earns in an hour would take Nita’s ladies all night to make.
If I was gonna shakedown somebody, it should be Jada West.
But I’m not.
I had other plans for the lovely and talented Ms. West. And that may or may not include fuckin’ her brains out.
Me and Jamaica were expanding our operation into the gambling market in Nassau; And the international tourist clientele that Jamaica had begun to attract to his spots, don’t seem to be willing to pay for the caliber of women that currently worked the trade in Nassau. Those women are run by Harry and Deidra Walker. In addition to the women they run, they also have a few gambling spots. Eventually, we’ll get around to taking over their business, but for the time being, my attention is focused on getting our gambling operation up and running.
Something that Jamaica said to me one night made me think of Ms. West and her skill set of recruiting and training women to be high-price hookers. “All we need now is some girls, and we take all their money,” Jamaica said. If Ms. West could recruit and train high-quality talent from around the world, I’m sure that there would definitely a market for that.
I would talk to Jamaica about that when I got back to the island. Right now, the issue was finding Skip Skinner and Bull Harris. That’s where Nita came in. She had ties to both Skip and Bull. Nita started out working the stroll for Bull. She was his only girl. He was a gorilla pimp and used to beat Nita’s ass almost daily. Skip felt sorry for Nita, so he used to keep Bull off of her when he was around. He was in the loan shark business and convinced Bull that there was more money to be made breakin’ legs than breakin’ Nita’s jaw, so Bull gave up the pimp game.
But by this time, Nita had turned Skip out; ’cause from what I hear, Nita had the bomb pussy. So Skip tries to square Nita up, but he couldn’t keep Nita off the stroll because she was a ho. She liked fuckin’ and she loved that money. Finally, Skip gives up on her, but by this time, Nita had a couple of women out turning tricks for her. Nita always did have mad game, and let’s just say, she had a way with women too.
So now Nita is makin’ money and it gets Bull’s attention. He feels like Nita was still his ho and that he has a right to some of that money. He finds Nita, beats her ass and takes her money. She goes crying to Skip. He offers to extend his protection to Nita, but somehow, she convinces that nigga that he don’t want any money. But Bull is obsessed with Nita, and every once and a while, he would hunt Nita down, beat her ass, and take the pussy and her money.
Now, back in those days, Andre was a drug dealer. He made his money off heroin and cocaine. To him, gambling, loan sharking, and prostitution, which he controlled, were all just sidelines; and he really didn’t pay much attention to that part of his business. That’s where I saw an opportunity. I found out that Nick and Jamaica were shakin’ down the number runners that they knew were skimmin’ money off Andre. I went to Andre and got him to let me take over that part of the business. “I guarantee that I will more than double your take in less than three months,” I told Andre and he went for it. Since I knew just about everybody that worked for was him was coming up short on the money, it was easy.
So I get to Nita Blue. Me and Freeze catch her one night at the spot she works out of; the same spot me and Bobby were on our way to now. I sit Nita down and stick my hand out. Nita says no. Freeze put a gun to her head. “You’re not understanding me, Nita. Those are my streets. That is my stroll your ho’s are walkin’. You wanna keep gettin’ that money, you gotta pay me for the privilege or your life ends now. Choose wisely.”
“You need to talk to Skip about that, Black,” Nita Blue said.
“What Skip got to do with my money?”
“You have this pretty nigga here take that gun from my head and I’ll tell you,” Nita Blue said. I motioned to Freeze to remove his gun and Nita Blue explained her arrangement with Skip. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
