Chapter 5

 

Mike

Mike pulled over on a block that belonged to the Mason family and killed the engine. He had gotten a call from Jack asking him to meet him there. Mike looked around and noticed that Jack was nowhere in sight. Mike didn’t trust Jack one bit, but decided to come out and see what he had to talk about. He always believed in keeping his enemies close. Ten minutes later, Mike noticed a shiny black Benz pull up on the side of him. Mike had to take a double look when he saw Jack step out the Benz dressed in a tailored cream suit with a red tie.

Mike stepped out of his car to greet the man that acted as an uncle to him for so many years. “I didn’t recognize you at first,” Mike nodded towards the new Benz and expensive suit.

“I decided I should treat myself instead of cheat myself,” Jack laughed. Mike laughed but took notice and silently wondered where he got the money to afford such expensive things being as though he hadn’t been released from prison not too long ago.

“What’s good though?” Mike asked.

“I had rolled through here the other day and saw some young knuckleheads on one of y’all’s corners so I called you down here so you could see for yourself and make sure I wasn’t bugging.” Jack said as he led Mike down the block. “I was thinking maybe you could arrest them.”

Mike chuckled. “I thank you for calling me, but Jimmy is the enforcer so I’ll give him a call.”

“But at least you can come and see what I’m talking about,” Jack prodded. All he needed was to get Mike on the block and the rest would take care of itself. “Shit only gon take a minute.”

Going against his better judgement, Mike decided to walk to the block with Jack. As the two walked, Mike saw a black van pull up to a screeching stop he noticed Jack duck down before the first shot rang out. Three bullets then ripped through Mike’s chest taking him off his feet. The gunmen fired off twenty to thirty more shots before the gunfire came to an end. 

Jack quickly picked himself up off the ground and hopped in the van while one of the gunmen hopped out the van and jogged back to his Benz, hopped inside and peeled off.

Mike laid sprawled out on the concrete leaking. He was thankful that he always wore his Kevlar vest. The bullets that hit his chest didn’t penetrate through the vest but he did take a bullet to the thigh as well as his arm. Mike rolled over to his side, grabbed his cell phone, and called for an ambulance. Then he texted, Eric before everything went black.