Me and Bobby made our way to the back where the office was, while Nick and Jamaica continued to cover the room. I looked at Drew moving around the spot talking to his people, and once they moved Henderson's body, it didn’t take long for the place to return to normal. Mutha fuckas went right back to drinking and gambling, hoes went back to stripping and selling pussy like the shit never happen.
“So what’s the deal now, Mike?” Drew asked when he came in the office. He sat down at Henderson’s desk. “First thing I gotta do is get a new chair,” he laughed.
Me and Bobby did too, because it was kinda funny, but Drew was laughing like it was the funniest shit in the world. But I had just made him the man in his corner of the world, so fuck it.
“You and me are partners in this Drew; seventy-thirty your way. We still kick up twenty-five percent to André,” I said.
Drew sat back in his chair as he considered my offer. From where I’m sitting, the choice was simple. He just watched me kill his boss, so he should know that I won’t care nothing about killin’ him too.
But I really didn’t want to do that.
You see, other than Pistol Pete, Henderson didn’t have a lot of niggas that were really loyal around him. Most of his crew was locked up or he had just outlived them.
Henderson was surrounded by Drew’s crew. That’s why I decided not to kill him. If Nick had stepped up and put one in Drew’s head like I had originally planned, we’d still be trading shots with his men.
“I can live with that.” Drew stood up with his hand out. I stood and we shook on our new partnership.
You damn right he could live with that. Shit, I had just saved him the trouble of killing Henderson himself one day. I glanced over it Bobby. He stood there, staring Drew down with his arms folded across his chest, because he had no intention of shaking Drew’s hand.
When I opened the door and stepped out, I saw that Nick and Jamaica were surrounded by Drew’s crew. I pulled out both of my guns.
“What the fuck we got here,” I said with my guns at my side.
“Nothing, Black,” Tyron said, and them niggas started to back up off Nick and Jamaica.
I stepped up to him. “I didn’t fuckin think so,” I said as Drew came out of the office. “Anybody got a problem with Henderson being dead and wants to join him needs to speak up now.”
All I heard was the sound of music.
“I didn’t think so.”
“What’s everybody standing around for?” Drew barked and his crew scattered. Me and Drew shook hand again and I left.
I told Nick and Jamaica that I would meet them back at The Late Night and I got in the car with Bobby. When he started heading in that direction, I stopped him.
“Let’s go by and see Silky,” I said and Bobby laughed because he knew what I had in mind for him.
Silky was a gorilla pimp. For those of you who don’t know, that means the nigga pimps his hoes through brute force instead of proper pimping, which is done through finesse. That's why his hoes look rough and beat up ’cause that nigga be kickin’ their ass. That’s why I don’t like him.
I don’t approve of men putting their hands on women.
I was going to kill him about a year ago, but André stopped me. “Silky’s a good earner, Mike,” was what André told me that night.
But fuck that.
“Time to let a little pain outta the bag,” Bobby said, and drove a little faster to the spot where he runs his hoes. “Ugly mutha fucka.”
He doesn’t like Silky either.
When we got there, Bobby spotted Silky right away. Shit, you couldn’t miss his ass in the white fur coat and hat he was wearing. He was doing what gorilla pimps do, slapping around one of his women. We parked the car, got out and walked up to him slowly.
“Hey, Bobby,” one said as we passed her.
“Hey, Black,” another said. “You ain’t out here shopping, are you?”
“No, baby. Just going to have a little talk with your daddy, that’s all,” I said, and kept walking toward Silky.
“I was gonna say if you was, I was available.”
I turned around, “I’ll keep that in mind, baby,” I said, walking backwards for a few steps.
“You really wanna fuck that hoe?” Bobby asked.
“Not even with somebody else's dick,” I said.
It wasn’t that she was a bad looking woman; she actually looked pretty good, but I still wasn’t remotely interested in her.
As we got close enough for Silky to see us coming, he immediately tapped his muscle, Joe Bones, on the shoulder and started walking away. That probably had something to do with the fact that I told him, fuck what André said, I was gonna kill him the next time I saw him.
“What you niggas want?” Joe Bones said, and Bobby punched him in the face; Bobby grabbed Joe Bones and kept punching him down to the ground. When Silky saw this, he started running, but he didn’t get very far before I caught up with him.
I grabbed him by that fur coat and pulled him back towards me. I punched him in the face. “Why you running, Silky?”
“You said you would kill me next time you saw me. And besides, everybody heard what you did to Emmet last night. Either way, I ain’t want no parts of you,” he said as Bobby caught up.
“What’s up, Silky?” He punched Silky in the face over and over. “Did Mike tell you that we were gonna beat you to death?” Silky’s eyes bucked open and Bobby hit him again.
“I was just getting to that.” I reached back and punched him again and he went down from the force of the blow.
As Silky’s women gathered and watched quietly, me and Bobby kicked him in the face and then stomped Silky repeatedly about his head, his shoulders, and his back. Then Bobby grabbed Silky and pulled him to his feet. He reached back, hit him again and he stumbled towards me. I picked Silky up, threw him on top of a car so hard that it cracked the windshield.
“Kick his ass,” one of his women said softly.
“Yeah,” another said.
“Kill that mutha fucka, Black!” the one that offered herself to me shouted and that started a chant.
“Kill him! Kill Him!”
I hit Silky with blow after blow until he went down. Then Bobby stood over him and kicked him a few times before he pulled him up again and rammed him face-first into the wall.
He slammed Silky’s body into that wall over and over again until Silky went down. I stepped up quickly and we both began to stomp the shit out of him until he slowly stopped moving and his body went limp.
Suddenly the women got quiet. I turned and looked at them. “Y’all get outta here.”
“We belong to you now, Black?”
“Yeah,” Bobby said quickly. “Y’all best be at Drew’s tomorrow and y’all bitches better have my money,” he said, like Silky would.
“You so crazy, Bobby.”
“I said get outta here!” I shouted and they all ran away.
“I’m serious about being at Drew’s with my money!” Bobby shouted, as they ran away from the scene.