fuckas,” Steven Cash Money Blake said. “He killed Chilly and Rocky.”
“I heard dude killed Chilly ’cause he was fuckin’ Chilly wife,” Billy Banner clarified.
“He still dead,” Stark said.
“Sure you right,” Cash Money agreed. “Then Black killed D-Train and now Birdie and Albert.”
Mylo looked around the room. But, being the calculating guy that he was, Mylo saw an opportunity to use their paranoia to his advantage.
“Which one of y'all dumb niggas gonna be the next fool to try?” he asked. No one said a word.
“What y’all mutha fuckas need to do is get together.” Mylo continued.
“What you talkin’ ’bout, Mylo?” Stark asked.
“I mean get together against Black,” Mylo said and got up to leave. “Y’all stand a better chance that way.”
A week later, Stark and Billy Banner, who everybody called BB, came to see Mylo at his apartment. At first Mylo was a little worried when he invited them in, but he figured if their visit was anything life threatening, Stark would have come with K Murder.
“Get y’all a drink?” Mylo offered.
“Whatever you got,” Stark said and took a seat on the couch.
“Mind if I smoke?” BB asked and pulled out a blunt. He smoked blunts like they were cigarettes.
Mylo laughed. “Knock yourself out,” he said before going to get the drinks. When he returned, Stark got to the reason for their visit.
“We decided to take your advice, Mylo,” Stark began.
“Shit, y’all done fucked up now, if you doin’ something I said.” Mylo chuckled.
“Nah, it was good advice,” Stark said. “I know you was drunk-”
“Shit, we all was,” BB said and hit the blunt before passing it to Mylo.
“Before you left you said we stand a better chance coming up against Black if we worked together,” Stark said.
“Organize,” BB added. “Instead of competin’ against each other, we work together; buy together. Get a better price. And if Black comes at us, we be together on that too.”
“Now y’all talkin’ sense. Damn, it was a good idea,” Mylo said. “So who’s in this little boys club?”
“Me, BB, Cash Money and K Murder. We call ourselves The Commission,” Stark announced.
“The Commission, huh?” Mylo asked and laughed a little.
“We wanted to know if you wanted in?” BB asked.
“No thanks. I told you before, fuckin’ with them niggas is bad for your health.” Mylo paused and thought for a minute. “But you can consider me an adviser.”
After they left, Mylo began thinking of ways he could use The Commission to his advantage. The only thing on his mind was making the most of this golden opportunity he had staring him in the face.
When Freeze put Mylo in charge of the high stakes game, it surprised a lot of people, but Mylo had worked hard for it. Little by little, day by day, Mylo had done things to gain Freeze’s confidence.
When the door opened and Freeze walked in at around one in the morning, Mylo sprang to his feet. “What up, Freeze?”
“Ain’t nothin’,” Freeze said and spoke with the players at the table before following Mylo into one of the bedrooms in the small house that he used for an office.
The time had finally come for Freeze. He now had complete control of the organization. Freeze had been running things for years, and naturally, he still got advice from Black. But now he was free to operate without any interference from anybody, including Wanda, the lawyer for the organization. Wanda was smart, careful, and just a bit ruthless. In addition to being their lawyer, Wanda managed the legitimate parts of their business and made a small fortune for her partners.
Now Freeze ran the show and he had come to the house to check on things as he did every night.
“What kind of night we havin’, Mylo?”
“Been a good night. Philbert Cunningham done dropped damn near two hundred grand. We are definitely ahead tonight and it’s early,” Mylo reported.
“Good,” Freeze said and looked at Mylo. “I may need you to ride with me tomorrow night.”
“What up?”
“Collect some paper from Danny.”
Mylo snapped his finger a few times. “Danny, Danny, Danny. I’m still tryin’ to put names with faces. Big boy with the bad eye, runs book outta a sub shop on the avenue, right?”
“That’s him. That nigga’s skimmin’.”
“You bullshittin’?” Mylo said and took a seat behind his desk. Freeze sat down in front of him. He sat looking at Freeze for a second. If Freeze thought Danny was skimmin’; that meant he was going to die. And if he wanted Mylo to go with him, that meant he wanted him to kill him.
Mylo had been a DEA agent for six years, working deep cover for five of those. During that time he had never killed anyone. He had always assumed that this day would come and he’d always wondered if he could do it. Could he stand in front of a man, put two in his head and watch him die? Mylo wasn’t sure he could, but he also knew what it would mean if he refused. Freeze would think he was a cop, which after all, he was, and kill him on the spot. That wasn’t gonna happen.
“Just swing by and get me. I never liked that nigga anyway,” Mylo said, and he didn’t. “I’ll get somebody to run the game,” he offered.
“Don’t you worry about that. I got that. You just be ready when I get here,” Freeze said and stood up.
“What time?”
Freeze looked at Mylo like he was crazy for asking. “Just be ready when I get here, nigga, and stop askin’ so many fuckin’ questions,” Freeze said and started to walk out of the office when he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.
While Mylo left the office, Freeze glanced at the display and saw it was his so-called woman, Tanya. She was lonely and hadn’t seen Freeze in three days.
“What’s up, baby?” Freeze answered.
“Just wondering when I’m gonna see you again,” Tanya answered, getting right to her point. “I haven’t seen you in days,” she told him.
“I know that. I been busy.”
“I understand that you have things to do, but you gotta sleep someplace, sometime, and it damn sure hasn’t been here.”
Freeze decided not to comment, and was glad that she didn’t demand to know where he had been sleeping for the past few nights and with who. If she had, he would have told her and she wouldn’t have wanted to hear that truth.
Before he told Tanya,
“I’ll see you when you get here,” Tanya said softly and ended the call. Tanya, like Paulleen before her, had grown tired of being left alone all the time. Assuming that Freeze was lying again, she briefly contemplated calling her new playmate, but then quickly discouraged herself after realizing that her playmate was working tonight. So Tanya just decided to wait and see if Freeze would actually show up.
When Freeze came out of the office, Mylo walked over to him. He handed Freeze a shot glass. “What’s this?”
“Remy.”
Freeze drained the glass and handed it back to Mylo. “That was smooth. What was that, Remy Extra?”
“Louis XIII,” Mylo said proudly. A few days ago, he ran up on a case of Remy Martin Louis XIII. Mylo knew Black drank Remy and thought it would be a good idea if he had some on hand if Black ever came there.
“How’s bettin’ goin’ for the fight?” Freeze asked, referring to the upcoming IBC middleweight championship fight.
“Heavy on the champ, just like you thought,” Mylo told him. The champ, Frank Sparrow, was from the Bronx, and with his one punch knock out power, was heavily favored to win. He was also a big time poker player, a regular
