CHAPTER 10

Jimmy Mason

“But why you gotta be all up in that girl’s face?” Cherokee huffed, all up in Jimmy’s face. “You want me to go over there and slap the bitch or something?”

“Chill out, baby. I was just talking to her,” Jimmy said trying to downplay what his intentions really were.

“Talking to her about what?” Cherokee folded her arms across her chest.

“I know shorty from high school. What’s the big deal?” Jimmy said, now with an attitude. “Listen if you going to be acting all insecure anytime some beautiful ladies come around then I’m going to have to demote you,” he said in a slick tone.

“Demote me?” Cherokee echoed. Before Jimmy could fix his mouth to say another word, Cherokee had already swung on him. “Don’t you ever try to play me like I’m some chick that you just met!” she yelled as she managed to punch Jimmy in his face three times and rip his shirt before security got a chance to get her up off of him. “You better not come home tonight motherfucker!” she yelled as security escorted her towards the exit.

“You cancelled!” Jimmy yelled over the loud music with an embarrassed look on his face.

“You good?” Murder asked coming over to Jimmy’s side with a concerned look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Jimmy said trying to fix his shirt but it was no use. Cherokee had ripped it at the collar. Having no other choice, Jimmy removed his shirt and just rocked a plain white wife beater.

“As soon as I seen shorty with that big ole ass talking to you I already knew it was about to be problems,” Murder laughed.

Jimmy’s laugh quickly came to an end when he saw a big Italian man knock two of his henchmen out cold with one punch.

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Bad News reached Jimmy’s VIP section and knocked out two men he saw leaning up against the rail trying to look cool. He was tired of sitting back waiting. He knew he was out numbered but Bad News loved a challenge. Bad News grabbed another one of Jimmy’s goons and violently snapped his neck. He went to move on to the next man when a champagne bottle shattered violently over his head from behind. One of Jimmy’s goons, a big man named Beans, who had just came home from jail after doing seven years, grabbed Bad News from behind. The two big men tussled until finally Beans and Bad News flipped over the rail and went crashing violently down to the slippery floor. Once Jimmy realized what was going on he quickly hopped over the rail as him and the rest of his team proceeded to stomp the big man out.

“Is you crazy! Come up in my party acting stupid!” Jimmy growled as he violently stomped the big man’s head down into the floor. Somehow, Bad News managed to climb up from off the floor. His face was a bloody mess but still he held a sickening smile on his face. Bad News dropped two more of Jimmy’s goons with wild haymakers as he began to backpedal towards the exit. Murder weaved one of the big man’s punches and stabbed him in the rib area with his pocketknife. “Don’t try to run now, motherfucker!” Murder yelled as he stabbed the big man several times before several bouncers came to Bad News’s rescue. The bouncers quickly stopped Jimmy’s crew from killing the Italian man.

“Chill, there’s too many witnesses in here!” one of the bouncers yelled at Jimmy snapping him out of his trance. For a second Jimmy had blacked out and all he saw was red. 

“Get that white boy the fuck up out of here before I kill him!” Jimmy warned. The bouncer was right. The place was packed with eyewitnesses and the last thing Jimmy needed was another charge. “Yo!” Jimmy called Murder over. Jimmy removed his 9mm from the small of his back, reached down in his pocket, screwed the silencer onto the barrel, and discreetly handed the gun to Murder. “Go outside and take care of that clown.”

Murder nodded and turned heading for the exit. Murder stepped outside and looked up and down the street. “Damn!” Murder cursed. The Italian man was nowhere in sight.