No More Tears In The End

“I been thinkin’ about some things?”

“Like what?”

“Well,” I replied and paused. “I been thinkin’ seriously about talkin’ to Black about me taking over the game.”

“The game?”

“Yeah, the game,” I said and walked out of the bathroom, ’cause I knew what was coming next, and I really wasn’t in the mood to hear it.

The game I was referring to was a high stakes poker game that Black and Bobby used to run back in the day. After Black got married and moved to the islands with Shy, a few people ran it until Freeze put Mylo in charge of it. Since I killed Mylo, the game was now being run by Jackie Washington, but she’s in over her head.

As expected, Wanda turned off the water and came out after me. Like I said, Wanda wants me to do something on the legit side. She had a real problem with me running the club. Two problems actually. One was it kept me out all night and with her working during the day we didn’t see much of each other. Her solution to that was to hangout at the club all night with me, which brings me to the other reason. Wanda was extremely jealous, very possessive, and just a bit insecure. Me taking over the game would just mean more of the same for her.

“Why?” Wanda asked. “Why the game?”

“That game is important to Black, and you and I both know that Jackie can’t handle it.”

Knowing I was right about Jackie, Wanda sucked her teeth and sat down next to me on the bed. “I don’t know what he was thinking when he put her in charge of that game. Too much money passes through that game for her to be there and can’t handle it.”

“That’s why I think it would be a good spot for me.”

“Yeah, I know. And you’re right. But we talked about this, Nick, and I thought we decided that you were going to look at doing something on the legitimate side of the house? I was under the impression that you were leaning toward taking over the finance company or running the real estate office.”

“I know we talked about it, but I know how I am and I would be bored to death doing a desk job.”

“I would make all that better for you as soon as you got home from work.”

I put my arm around her and kissed her on the cheek. “I know you would, but I gotta do what’s right for me.”

“What about us?”

I wanted to say something like what about us?

“What about doing what’s right for us, Nick?”

“You’re right, Wanda, but I gotta be right with myself or there is no us.” I guess that wasn’t the right answer ’cause Wanda got up and hit the shower.

Oh, well.

It is what it is.

Chapter 5

Nick and Wanda arrived at Crave on 42^nd, a restaurant located, as the name suggests, on 42^nd Street, between 11^th and 12^th Avenue, waiting for Black and Bobby to arrive. While they waited, the pair munched on Prince Edward mussels in white wine and garlic sauce, and tried not to talk about the two things that Nick didn’t want to talk about: The death of Freeze and what he was going to do now.

That’s what Wanda wanted to talk about. But their meeting with Black and Bobby was about what to do now that Freeze was dead, and she was sure that the discussion would inevitably lead to a discussion about Nick’s future, so Wanda decided to hold her tongue.

When Bobby announced that he was coming back to run Impressions, nobody was happier to hear that than Wanda. Relieved was more the word for how she felt about it. Now maybe I can get a good night’s sleep, Wanda thought when she heard the news. While Nick was running the club, Wanda would be there every night. Most nights she would be there until the club closed. Then she would get a couple of hours of sleep and go to work.

The fact was Wanda was a jealous woman. The sight or even the idea of a woman, any woman, getting too close to Nick seemed to drive her mad. She had always prided herself on not being one of “those” women who were so insecure that they couldn’t stand for their man to be out of their sight, but there she was, one of “those” women, and it bothered her. It just didn’t bother her enough to keep her home at nights when he was working. She fell asleep many a night on the couch in Nick’s office.

Wanda thought back to one night at the club when they talked about it. She remembered Nick shaking his head and saying, “The point is that you don’t trust me.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” she lied as she got up from the couch. She walked over to the window in the office that overlooked the dance floor and pointed. “It’s those half-naked bitches down there that I don’t trust.”

“Why? I don’t want any of them. Wanda, I love you.”

“I know that, Nick, but I just don’t understand for the life of me why you have to chat up every half-naked tramp in the club.”

Wanda knew it wouldn’t be like that if Nick took over the game. Other than a few working girls, and the occasional poker player, there wouldn’t be many women to throw themselves at him. Her only issue was that if he took over the game, he would still be out at night. That meant that she would still never see him unless she posted up there every night.

It was a quarter past nine when the hostess escorted Bobby to the table. “Thank you, honey,” Bobby said and handed the attractive hostess a twenty. “And if you don’t mind, beautiful, would you send our waiter, please,” he said as he sat down.

“I would be happy to,” the woman said and slipped the bill in her pocket.

“You’re very pretty,” Bobby said watching the hostess as she turned and walked away.

Wanda shook her head. “Aren’t you still married?”

“Pam and I have an understanding,” Bobby said and continued to watch the hostess. She waved to him when she turned and noticed that he was watching her.

“What understanding is that?”

“She understands that if she isn’t gonna give me any pussy that somebody is,” Bobby said and continued to flirt with the hostess.

“Whatever. You still don’t have to be all out in the open with it.”

“What’s the matter; you afraid that I’m a bad influence on Nick?”

Wanda looked Bobby in the eye. “Yes.”

“Nick is a grown man.”

“Excuse me,” Nick interrupted. “Nick is sitting right here and can speak for himself.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” Wanda said. But she meant what she said. “I just liked you better when you didn’t cheat on your wife.”

At one point, Bobby was a devoted married man and a good father to his four children. That changed when he met a dancer named Cat. It began shortly after Black left for the Bahamas with Cassandra and Freeze had taken over running the organization. Wanda thought that Freeze was running the organization into the ground and told Bobby that he needed to be more active in the business. He met Cat one night while he was at Cynt's.

She was dressed in a black cat suit with a small tail and mask to match. Bobby watched her as she approached somebody at the bar and started talking. “Who is that?” Bobby asked Freeze that night.

“That’s Cat. She just started workin’ here a couple of weeks ago. Cynt says words can’t describe the way she dances. Said it’s something you just have to experience.”

“I’d be interested to see,” Bobby said.

“I can arrange that,” Freeze said. “Yo, Cat!”