Mylo, the choice was a no brainer. DeFrancisco put him in touch with Birdie’s partner, Albert. But then DeFrancisco went to jail and left Mylo making crazy money with no handler.
Now, Vinnelli’s presence at this meeting meant that he would have to cut him in on the deal. Mylo barely trusted Masters, but at this point, he had no choice. He took a deep breath and laid out his plan for the agents. Masters had plenty of questions to ask Mylo about how this or that would work out, while Vinnelli remained quiet.
Once Mylo was done, Vinnelli finally spoke. “Okay, Clint, we’ll help you, but you gotta do something for us.”
“What's that?” Mylo asked.
“We’ll provide the men to kill the dealers. But only if you convince this Commission that Mike Black is the one responsible for the murders and that they go after Black in response to the murders. That and twenty-five percent.” Vinnelli laughed that night. Naturally, Mylo agreed and The Commission murders began.
“What's up, Mylo?” Masters said as he sat down in the booth.
“Ain’t nothin’,” Mylo said as the waitress came to the table to refresh his coffee.
“What can I get you?” the waitress asked as she poured.
“Just a cup of coffee,” Masters said. “Do you have any pie?”
“Best apple pie in the big apple.”
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that. Why don’t you bring me a slice of pie, Sweetie.” Once the waitress was gone, Masters turned his attention to Mylo. “You hear anything from Stark or that other clown yet?”
“BB’s in the wind, but he’ll turn up. I just left Stark at the Shrine Bar. He wouldn’t tell me where, but I think he’s hidin’ out somewhere in Harlem. Give me a couple of days and I’ll have them both in place for you.”
Masters leaned back and thought for a second or two. “We’ll worry about them later. We’re moving up the timetable.”
“Why?”
“You ask too many questions, Mylo. What is going to happen now is that you are going to get Mike Black in place.”
“Like I told you, he don’t come into the city much, and when he does, he goes to Cynt’s, picks up that same ho and breaks to that hotel. But I doubt if he goes back there after what happened. You should have sent your own team.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll meet my team soon enough. You just get him in place. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Mylo paused when the waitress returned with pie and coffee for Masters. Masters observed the look on Mylo’s face and asked “What?”
“Stark said that Black and Bobby Ray have been in the city looking for him.”
“Ray always with him?”
“How the fuck should I know?” Mylo said angrily.
“Calm down.”
“Fuck that shit. The deal was for you to kill all four of them, not just two-all fuckin’ four. Now your smug ass wanna sit there and tell me we’re moving up the timetable.”
“Lower your voice,” Masters cautioned and calmly ate his pie.
“Don’t you think I know what’s gonna happen when you get Black?”
“What’s gonna happen, Mylo?”
“You’re gonna leave killin’ Stark and BB to me and you’re still gonna want the cut we agreed on.”
Masters smiled. “That’s pretty much right. But you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What's that?”
“Black and Bobby Ray believe these clowns are the ones tryin’ to kill him. When my team gets Black, what do you think your boy Freeze is gonna do?”
“Blow up the city.”
“Right.” Masters stood up and threw some money on the table. “Call me when you got him in play,” he said and walked toward the door.
Meanwhile out in the car, Monika and Jackie had heard and recorded each word. All Jackie could say was, “Wow.”
“I know, that shit is deep,” Monika agreed as she snapped a picture of agent Masters leaving the diner. “You got to tell Black about this.”
“I know,” Jackie said and then she realized that she had no way of contacting Black. “He doesn’t have a cell and I don’t know Bobby’s.”
Monika snapped off a few shots of Masters getting in his Cadillac. “I could call Nick. He’ll know how to get in touch with him,” Monika said and pulled out her cell phone. She pressed Nick’s speed dial number and the phone rang once before going to voice mail. “Shit! Since that nigga started fuckin’ Wanda, he don’t ever answer his phone.”
“Nick is fuckin’ Wanda?”
“Yup.”
“Oooh, Nick,” Jackie giggled.
“What now?” Monika asked.
“Take me to Cynt's. She’ll know how to contact Black.”
Chapter Twenty-six
Mike Black
It has been a long day and an even longer week, but I was havin’ a ball. It was just like old times. Me and Bobby had been ridin’, lookin’ for this nigga Stark. He had gone underground and nobody had seen or heard from him or this other mutha fucka I heard was down with him.
With nothin’ else to go on, I decided to run down CeCe and see if she had given my message to Stark. She wasn’t hard to find. CeCe had been leavin’ messages for me with anybody with a pulse that she needed to talk to me, but wouldn’t say what it was about. I guess she didn’t want Cash’s people thinkin’ she was the one who set Cash up. The whole situation would be funny if it wasn’t me these youngsters were trying to kill. I was glad that I had taken Michelle to stay with my mother. I couldn’t be out here like this if I had to worry about her.
I rolled up on CeCe at the same place I found her the last time, on the dance floor, makin’ that big, juicy ass she was carrying bounce. And just like last time, I stood where I knew she would see me, and once I got her attention, I pointed toward the bar.
CeCe smiled and nodded her head and I went to the bar to wait for her. I grabbed a seat at the bar and watched her dance. Me and Bobby were on our second shot of Remy when she finally dragged herself off the dance floor. “You’re a hard man to find,” CeCe said and kissed me on the cheek.
“What was that for?”
“Just somethin’ I been thinkin’ ’bout doin’ since the last time I saw you.” CeCe leaned closer to me. “Only when I’m thinkin’ ’bout kissin’ you, it ain’t on the cheek.”
“I’ll give you two some privacy,” Bobby said and started to get up.
“No,” I told him and he sat back down. CeCe was wearin’ a tight black V-neck top that displayed an ample amount of cleavage and some jeans that looked like they were painted on her. She looked good, damn good, but I wasn’t here for that, even though the more I looked at her, the more interested I was. But she didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know is that I wanted Stark. “You talk to Stark yet?”
“Yeah, I talked to him at K's funeral,” CeCe told me.
“You tell him what I said?”
“Yep. He said if you ain’t got no problems wit’ him, then he got none wit’ you.” Then CeCe smiled and I wondered why. “He said he won’t fuck wit’ you and what you do as long as you don’t fuck wit’ him and what he got goin’. He said he ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ what Cash or K’s boyz do. But he ain’t goin’ to no damn meeting. That ain’t happenin’.”
