Chapter 3
Jack Mason
Jack Mason sat in the strip club nursing a drink while bobbing his head to the music that blasted from the speakers. He was in good spirits due to the fact of how much money he made over the past month. He was slowly but surely taking over Derrick’s territory one block at a time and the payoff was lovely. While all the other men in the strip club were tossing bills all throughout the air, Jack had his eye on one chick in particular. When he made eye contact with the chick that he was looking for, he gave her a slight head nod signaling for her come over to where he sat.
Kat walked through the strip club as if she owned the place. Every man in the place would love to have a shot at her in the bedroom and she knew it. Kat stood at 5’8” and weighed 160 lbs. She was thick in all the right places. She was a redbone that wore a long weave with the front of her hairstyle cut into a bang that stopped just above her eyebrows. “Jack Mason, long time no see. I heard you got hit with a ten-year bid a couple of years ago.”
“Can’t believe everything you hear Kat,” Jack smiled as he sipped his drink. “Besides you know can’t no jail hold a nigga like me.”
“I guess,” Kat said in an uninterested tone. She had heard plenty of stories about how grimy Jack was, so when she got a call from him her antennas went up immediately. “So how can I help you?”
“I have a job for you,” Jack began. “And it pays $50,000.”
The large amount of money quickly grabbed Kat’s attention. “What do I have to do for that?” she asked with a raised brow.
“Are you still in the disposal business?”
“I am for that price,” Kat said quickly. “So who’s the target?”
“Jimmy Mason.”
“Isn’t he your nephew?” Kat asked with a disgusted look on her face. She knew Jack was a grease ball, but damn.
“Was my nephew, but forget all that, you want to make this money or not?”
“Yeah, I’m in,” Kat said with a thirsty look in her eyes. She had already spent the $50,000 in her head and couldn’t wait to get her hands on the cash.
“Here,” Jack slipped Kat an envelope on the low. “That’s a $10,000 deposit. You’ll get the rest when the job is done.” He stuck out his hand. Kat thumbed through the cash then shook Jack’s hand.
Jack exited the strip club and slid in the back seat of the Range Rover that sat curbside waiting for him.
“How’d it go back there?” Black asked from behind the wheel.
“Kat is in,” Jack said with a head nod.
“Can she be trusted?”
“Kat has taken down some of the biggest and baddest players in this game,” Jack told Black. “So Jimmy should be a piece of cake.”
“So after Jimmy, who’s next?” Black asked glancing at Jack through the rearview mirror.
“Mike,” Jack said as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed Mike’s number.