The Mike Black Saga; MOB (6 page)

“Yeah.”

“What did he want to talk to you about?”

Travis looked at Jackie for a long moment before answering, “Loyalty.”

“Loyalty? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing major, Jackie. He was just stressin’ that loyalty is important to us in what we’re doin’, that’s all.”

“True, but that ain’t something he gotta stress to us. Nobody more loyal to each other than the three of us.”

Travis looked at Jackie and wondered whether he should tell Jackie what Freeze said about killing Ronnie. He also thought about whether he could actually stand by and let Freeze kill one of his two closest friends and not do anything about it just because it was business. He didn’t know, and he didn’t want to think about it. Travis would just have to keep Ronnie in check.

“Where’s Ronnie?” he asked.

“He’s either upstairs gettin’ his freak on or downstairs losin’ all his money,” Jackie advised.

“I’m surprised to see you up here for this long. You ain’t been downstairs all night.”

“I got too much cash money on me right now for me to go down there,” Jackie admitted.

“You afraid you could lose it all?”

“Not all of it. I hope I’m not that far gone to go out like that. But trust me; it’s better this way.”

“Count off what you’re willing to lose and give me the rest. I’m gettin’ ready to go.”

Jackie counted off ten thousand dollars and looked at Travis, then at the money in her hand. Travis knew her gambling was getting worse. Jackie handed the rest of her money to Travis.

“Who’s that Freeze is going to talk to?” Jackie asked.

“That’s Bobby Ray.”

“You know him?”

“I wouldn’t say I know him. I met him once.”

“What about Mike Black? You ever met him?” Jackie asked excitedly.

“Nope. I seen him once, but I never met him.”

“What’s he like?”

“I don’t know. Like I said, I only saw him that one time. But I will tell you this: he don’t look like the kinda nigga you wanna fuck with,” Travis said as he got up from the table. “Look, Jackie, I’m out. I think I’ll just drive for a while. I need to clear my head.”

“Where you goin’, to your house in Connecticut?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll be back on Saturday. You just make sure that Mystique is there.”

“Done. I’ll see you when you get back.”

Freeze walked up to Bobby, who was standing at the bar talking to Sammy. “What’s up, Bobby? What brings you out tonight? I know Black ain’t in town, is he?”

“No, Mike ain’t in town. I just wanted to check on how things are going. I been to all the other houses tonight.”

“And?” Freeze asked with a bit of a bite. That was the second time that night somebody had been checking on how he was running things in Mike Black’s absence, and he didn’t like it.

“Everything is running just the way it could be,” Bobby said with a smile. “Yeah, Wanda called me.”

“What she say?”

“That maybe I needed to be more active in the business. She said that you were runnin’ Cuisine into the ground. Is she right?”

“She made her point and I moved to correct the situation,” Freeze replied.

“That’s good enough for me. Look, Freeze I ain’t got no problem with the way you do your thing. I think you’ve been good for business. But you know how Wanda is, right?”

“Right.”

“So, until you hear me or Mike say, ‘Freeze, you’re fuckin’ up, just do you,” Bobby said. He held up the glass in his hand and Sammy quickly refilled it.

“Did you know Nick was back in the city?” Freeze asked.

“Yeah, Mike mentioned that to me.”

“Don’t you think it’s time to lay that Camille shit to rest?”

Bobby stared at Freeze for a second or two. He didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about it and he never liked being reminded of it. “Don’t you think you should stay out my business?” Bobby asked as one of the dancers walked by him and Freeze.

“Hey, Freeze,” she said as she passed and touched his face. She was dressed in a black cat suit with a small tail and mask to match. She was about five foot three and at best she weighed 110 pounds.

Bobby watched her as she approached somebody at the bar and started talking. “Who is that?”

“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!”

Cat excused herself from the person she was talking to and stepped toward Freeze. “What’s up, Freeze?”

“Cat, I want you to meet somebody. This is—”

“Bobby Ray,” Cat said as she stepped closer to Bobby. “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.”

“Really? And why is that?” Bobby asked.

“Because powerful men turn me on,” Cat said and grabbed his hand.

Freeze laughed as he watched Cat lead Bobby upstairs to the private rooms. “That’s how the trouble always begins.”

On Saturday afternoon, Travis returned to his house after a couple of very restful days in Connecticut. The time alone did for him exactly what he wanted it to do. It gave him time to think and clear his head. There were no phones in the house, and he turned off his cell phone so he wouldn’t be disturbed.

Travis spent most of the first day in bed, either sleeping or listening to the CD that he’d been looking for, for months:
The Complete Bitches Brew Sessions
box set by Miles Davis.  He thought a lot about getting out of the robbing game, but no matter how he sliced it, Travis always came to the same conclusion. He didn’t have enough money to retire.

He spent a most of his time thinking about Ronnie. The words Freeze spoke to him rolled over and over in his mind.
’Cause if one of his wild man stunts puts this organization or me in jeopardy, I’ll kill him myself. Believe that.

Travis had no doubt that Freeze would kill Ronnie, but he also knew he couldn’t knowingly let that happen and do nothing to prevent it. He would have to kill Freeze if he did it, even if it meant his life. ’Cause killing Freeze, or even trying to for that matter, would be a death sentence.

Travis didn’t even know if he could kill somebody.
Shooting your gun in somebody’s direction is a long way from standing in a man’s face and pulling the trigger. Especially Freeze.
He had known Freeze for a lot of years; not as long as he’d known Ronnie, but they still went back some years. What he did know is that he had to do whatever it took not to let things come to that.

Once he went through the mail that had collected during his stay in Connecticut, he checked his voice messages. His mother had called to thank him for the three thousand dollars he had deposited in her account. Not wanting to arouse the suspicions of his mother or that of the IRS, Travis never deposited too much money into her account at one time.  He put just enough to be sure she was taken care of.

After his father died in his sleep six years ago, Travis decided that the Bronx was no longer a place where he wanted his mother to live. “Especially now that daddy’s gone. I would just feel a lot better if you lived someplace else. Someplace safer.” So, after two more years of singing that same old song, Travis finally moved his mother out of the city. While he still had a conventional job, he made a decent down payment on a house in Fort Myers, Florida. She was near an old friend and some relatives who she’d lost touch with, so she was very happy there.

There were a few calls from women who no longer held his interest and wanted to know why he’d stopped calling.
Why don’t you call me anymore?
This was frequently the question they asked.

Ronnie called to see if the party was still on. “Better be, ’cause we’ll be there around eight, and we got with your girl Mystique, and she says she’ll be there. Yo, what kind of name is Mystique any damn way?” 

Travis had given some thought to Mystique during his hiatus. She was a beautiful woman, to be sure, and he liked the way she moved. He would be very interested to see if her seductive dancing translated into seduction in the bed. But he was getting tried of messing around with dancers and the other type of women who were in or hung around the game. There was definitely no future in fuckin’ around with them. But then again, until these last couple of days, he’d never thought about the future in those terms.

After he cleaned up the house enough to receive company, Travis left the house and headed for the store to pick up a few things. First he went to the liquor store and picked up a case of beer, a couple of bottles of Hennessey, a bottle of Alizé, and two bottles of Moet. Then he headed for the grocery store.

Travis wandered casually through the store and picked up the things he wanted. He threw some steaks, T-bones and Porterhouses, in the cart, then he proceeded to the seafood counter. He wanted to get ten pounds of fresh shrimp. He loved shrimp and was determined to make sure he didn’t run out like they did the last time. Maybe he’d get some scallops as well.

Travis waited patiently with the crowd of people gathered around the counter for his number to come up. Each time the number on the
Now Serving
sign changed, he’d look at his number and think,
Damn, how long is this going to take?
Finally his number appeared on the screen and he stepped up.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“Yeah, let me have ten pounds of your tiger shrimp and two pounds of—Ouch!” Travis screamed as someone ran a shopping cart into the back of his ankle.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the woman said.

“Well, maybe you should look,” Travis started to say angrily until he turned and saw her. She stood before him looking so innocent and very apologetic with a box of cereal in her hand. “That’s all right,” Travis said with a brand new attitude. “I shouldn’t have been in your way.” But in his mind all he could think was,
My God, she is so beautiful. 

“Say, you want ten pounds of your tiger shrimp and two pounds of what, sir?” the counter attendant said to snap Travis back to reality.

Travis turned to face the attendant. “That was two pounds of scallops, please,” Travis said quickly and turned back to the woman, but she was gone. He left the seafood counter and walked across the back of the store, looking down each aisle as he passed. “Where did she go so quick?”

Travis returned to the seafood counter to pick up his order and headed toward the front of the store. All the while he kept looking for her.
Damn, Travis, the least you should have done was ask her name.

He searched up one aisle and down the next, but she was nowhere to be found. He finally gave up and went to the cashier. Travis paid for his items and headed out of the store to his car, still looking. He couldn’t get the picture of her out of his mind.

She was the prettiest woman he’d ever seen. She stood about five feet seven inches tall, about 150 pounds, he guessed. She was dressed very conservatively in a blue pants suit and modest two-inch heels. And she had pretty feet; he loved a woman with pretty feet. Her skin was the color of coffee once the cream was added. Her hair was jet black and pulled back in a ponytail. She had very pretty eyes, even though she hid them behind small-framed glasses that sat on the end of her nose. The sound of her voice floated around in his mind as he drove home.

Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.

Travis was hooked and he knew it. Only problem was, he didn’t know her name; he didn’t know where or how to find her; he didn’t know anything about her. He just had a picture of her that he couldn’t get out of his mind, and the sound of her voice rang continuously in his ears. He stopped at a red light and closed his eyes. Like a movie playing in his mind, he saw her standing there with that box of Special K in her hand.
Oh, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.
The sound of horns honking behind him quickly brought Travis back and he drove on.

When Travis got back to his house, Jackie and Ronnie were not only there, they were inside the house waiting for him. That was cool, since they all had a key to each other’s houses.

He entered to find Ronnie in the dining room, seated at the table with an ounce of weed and four boxes of Phillies in front of him. “What’s up, Ronnie?” he asked.

“Yo! I was startin’ to wonder if you were comin’ back in time for tonight’s set.”

“Been back for a couple of hours,” Travis said as he put the beer in the cooler. “Just ran to the store to pick up some meat to throw on the grill. Where’s Jackie?”

“You know grill master Jay is outside firing up the grill.”

“Good. I wanted to talk to you alone,” Travis said. He had wondered how he was going to approach the subject with Ronnie. He didn’t want to come right out and say, “If you keep fuckin’ up, Freeze is going to kill you.” All that would do is make Ronnie want to confront Freeze, and that definitely wasn’t the way. Travis would have to find a less dramatic way to go about it.