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back. Then we took their time and worked him over. But all through the fierce beating, Floyd kept sayin’ that he would have the money in a couple of days.
    “Freeze.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Find me some gasoline,” I said. Freeze smiled and went off in search of gasoline.
    “What you gonna do?” Floyd asked wide-eyed with terror.
    “I want to make sure that you understand that I’m serious.”
    Freeze came back with the gas can and handed it to me. Then Freeze punched Floyd in the face a couple of times. I poured it around the tire.
    “You got a lighter, Freeze?”
    “No, you know I don’t smoke.” Freeze punched Floyd in the face again. “Floyd, you got a fuckin’ lighter?”
    Floyd looked at Freeze like he was crazy.
    I slapped him. “He’s talkin’ to you, Floyd.” When Floyd didn’t answer, I slapped him again and Freeze dug in Floyd’s pockets until he found one and handed it to me.
    Freeze picked up the gas can an poured some more gas on the tire. I was just about to set the tire on fire, when Floyd yelled; “The money is in the safe!”
    “See.” I turned to Freeze. “I knew he was holding out on us.” I punched Floyd again. “Where’s the safe?”
    “In the office,” Floyd said.
    “Show me.”
    Floyd took us to the safe, then he told me the combination. I opened the safe and took all the money. We left Floyd there with the gas soaked tire around him, laughing as we left. After that Floyd left the city and moved to Philly.
     

Chapter Six
Mike Black
     
     
    I didn’t always send Nick and Freeze to collect for Andre. Sometimes, me and Bobby would make the run. On this particular night he sent us to see a man name Dudley Roberts, but everybody called him D.R. He was a dealer of some note, but his downfall was that he was a shooter and liked to get high on his own supply. D.R. owed Andréfifty grand and he sent me to collect. “A simple pick up, Black,” Andrésaid . “No trouble, no resistance, and definitely no shooting. Just get my money.”
    When me and Bobby got to the bar on White Plains road, we saw DR surrounded by his set. There were five of them. Bobby turned to me. “These fuckin’ guys. I really don’t feel fuckin’ with them tonight.”
    “So what you wanna do?” I asked.
    “Wait. See if they split up and take him then,” Bobby said.
    “Cool,” I said and took a seat where I could see them and signaled for a waitress.
    “I gotta take a piss,” Bobby said and got up.
    “Two shot of Remy, straight up,” I said when she showed up. The waitress was on her way back to the table when a man noticed me siting there. He tapped his boys on the shoulder, then they both immediately took out their guns and started shooting at me and then another guy joined in. The other people in the bar hit the floor.
    I turned over table and fired back and there was no sign of Bobby. I wondered if somebody had gotten to him while he was in the bathroom. I ran out of the bar with two armed men right on my ass. I took out my guns, stopped, and turned around quickly. I fired a couple of shots at them as they came through the door. The shots ricocheted off the door and the men tried to return fire, but it was too late. It gave me enough time to make it to my car. I emptied the clip in one gun and got in.
    I cursed Andréfor sending me into this mess and started up the car. As I drove off I looked in the rearview mirror and I saw those muthafuckas make it to their car. The question was, who the fuck were they and why the fuck did they just open up on me as soon as I came through the door?
    I would have to take the time to consider all that later, right now the only thing I had to concern myself with was gettin’ the fuck away from there. I reloaded my gun; I only had one clip left. It didn’t take long for them to catch up with me as I weaved my way through traffic on the avenue. Once they got close enough to me they started shooting.
    One of their shots took out my back window; I tried to stay