Brothers Like Us

Brothers Like Us by Lawrence Michael Martell

CHAPTER 12

Sean was released from the hospital approximately four days after he was admitted and checked out after the rape. It was the view of the doctors that his physical injuries would and could heal nicely at home and those injuries consisted of three cracked and badly bruised ribs, a severly sprained wrist, some cuts and bruises and a rupture to his rectal area, which seemed to upset him more than anything else but he was just joking, trying to hide the pain and the violation that he felt. The entire ordeal had upset him but Sean was trying not to show that to all of us but we knew it had an effect on him. The doctors also wanted Sean to see a rape counselor. Yes, rape is a traumatic thing to happen to a woman so imagine what the effect is on a man. I did find out that there are men who are also raped but men tend not to report it due to the trauma and the questions about their sexuality that will arise. When will the world realize that rape is about violence, not sex.

Shane had wanted his brother's homecoming to be wonderful but intimate. He recruited the assistance of myself, Andre, Jermaine and Victor to help and we went about making the place look wonderful. Shane was dedication seemed to be shared by Victor, who was willing and ready to help with anything and everything. I remember what Shane was dealing with and what he was going through when he and Victor were together the first time. It was very rough and nasty and if you were to have told me that they would be back together with Sean's approval I would have said you were crazy but here they were together again and though I was happy for Shane there was something that made me really wonder had Victor really changed. Shane told me about how Victor was getting into the musci industry with a singing group he had found. About how things between he and Sean had seemed to have cooled off and they were happier than ever. It all sounded so good but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on. That something wasn't right. I mentioned it to Andre and Jermaine. Andre reminded me that I was not known for being too forgiving, which I guess is true. When you hurt me, my family or my friends you were in the shit with me for along time. Perhaps that was a bit of it but there was something nagging me about Victor that I just couldn't kick. It was like Lew said..."My gut hurts and when my gut hurts that means something's going on"...well when it came to Victor my gut hurt..big time!

Shane and Victor went to pick up Sean in a stretch custom made maroon and silver two tone Cadillac Escalade limousine, which was rented by Victor. The rest of us had to hide and shout surprise when Sean walked in. Shane, Victor and Sean returned home and when the door opened we all jumped out a shouted welcome home! Sean was surprised and overwhelmed. So overwhelmed that he had to excuse himself and when he came back a few minutes later it was clear that he had been crying despite his attempts to hide it.

The celebration of Sean's homecoming was "DA BOMB" and everyone was having a madd time. Then came the knock on the door that changed the entire bash. When Shane opened the door there stood two detectives...the two Sean had told me about and described to a T. The older one was Detective Montgomery, hard looking, rugged and mean looking. The younger one was Detective Linton, baby faced, very pleasant and sexy looking and also familiar. Everyone fell silent and Andre's eyes narrowed into slits as he took a huge gulp of his beer. The two detectives apologized for the interruption and asked to speak to Sean in private.

"That won't happen." Sean declared.

"This is something we want to talk to you about alone." Detective Linton explained.

"Then whatever you have to say to me you can say it in front of my brothers."

Detective Montgomery sighed as if it didn't matter either way to him and was about to speak when Det. Linton stopped him.

"Why don't we just wait. I mean we don't have to do this now do we?"

Detective Montgomery stared at his partner. "No time like now."

"But right now..." Detective Linton looked around. "Right now doesn't seem...appropriate."

"This is appropriate right now." Detective Montgomery stated firmly.

Sean was getting fed up. "What do you two have to tell me?"

Detective Montgomery smiled and took a seat on the sofa, like he belonged there.

"As you are aware," Detective Montgomery lit up a cigar and kicked back a bit. "Mr. Mitchell was murdered...."

"Hol the fuck up!" Andre spat out. "Mr. Mitchell? Mr. Motherfucking Mitchell? What the fuck is that shit about? He's a fucking rapist and he doesn't deserve a fucking Mister!"

"Mr. Mitchell," Det. Montgomery continued ignoring Andre's outburst. "was murdered and we are in the process of finding out who killed him."

"This is fucking stupid!" Victor exploded. "What the fuck are you clowns doing?"

"And you are?" Det. Montgomery asked.

"None of your fucking damn business." Shane jumped in. "My brother was raped by that somofbitch and you motherfuckers come in here talking about looking for HIS fucking killer!"

"That's the fucking police for you!" Andre piped in. "They don't care about Sean being raped."

"We do care." Det.Linton defended.

"Bull-Fucking-Shit!" Victor snapped. "If you cared you wouldn't have barged up in here like you owned the damn joint..smoking a cheap as motherfucking cigar and ruining Sean's homecoming party."

Detective Montgomery sat up and cut a warning look to Victor. "You watch your mouth, I ain't the one you want to mess with."

Victor wasn't backing down. "Motherfucker I ain't afraid of you. You don't have a fucking warrant so you and your lil boy need to get the fuck out."

Det. Montgomery stood up and walked up on Victor. "You make me get out, FAGGOT!"

The room got quiet. You would have thought someone had just died. That one word effected everyone in the room. In saying that one word we all knew where Detective Montgomery was from and what he was thinking and what he thought. Detective Montgomery stood in front of Victor and there was a challenge in his stance and body language.

"C'mon..faggot! You punk ass!"

"Cecil," Detective Linton snapped. "Chill out!"

"No! This faggot wants to put me out. Put me out...Fagg..."

Victor's punch was lightning fast. Detective Montgomery's nose exploded in blood and he fell to the floor. Victor was about to kick him when Detective Montgomery drew his service revolver and aimed it at Victor.

"That's it asshole!" Det. Montgomery snarled as he got to his feet. "You have fucked up your life. You just struck a cop and I'm gonna run your fag ass downtown."

Jermaine stepped forward. "That wouldn't be wise, Detective."

Det. Montgomery looked at Jermaine. "Why not?"

"Because in a room full of witnesses you made a remark that could be construde as a hate crime." Jermaine pointed out.

"Bullshit!" Montgomery spat.

"Would you care to explain what it was then." I said standing next to Jermaine. "My name is Eric Williams and I'm a reporter."

Detective Montgomery turned white...if a brother could turn white. He put his gun away and then turned to his partner. "I was provoked and my partner will back me up."

I looked at Det. Linton, who looked like was going to be sick. "Det. Linton, is that true?"

"Let's go Cecil." He said going to the door. Montgomery looked surprised but he followed.

"We'll be back...one of you killed Terrance Mitchell and I won't rest until I put the one who did it behind bars...trust me on that."

And with that the detectives were gone. I couldn't believe what had actually happened. It blew my mind. I had witnessed something that I had only read about or seen in movies. After all that the homecoming was not quite the same. When there was another knock on the door, everyone froze and this time Sean answered the door. There was a delivery guy there with a huge brown teddy bear and a big bouquet of flowers. We all watched as he put the items down and pulled out the attached card. His eyes teared up and after we get on him about it he read the card to us.

'I'm glad you are coming home and I hate that I can't be there but I hope this bear and these flowers make you smile and remember me. Love, Mo-Mo

P.S. I will see you all in Las Vegas in one week. Peace!

We all smiled. Leave it to Mo-Mo to touch the heart and soul and with that we ended the celebration.

The detectives were silent as they drove back to the office. Julien couldn't believe what he had seen, what he had witnessed...what he had heard. My God, Cecil was going to kill that guy at the party and after he started the entire thing and he did start the entire situation. There was no need to call anyone..faggot. He was just rude and unprofessional all the way through. This was his partner. This was the man he was supposed to trust when the situation got tough? Neither men were really talking to each other. Montgomery was still fuming over what had happened at the home of Sean Jackson. Julien was trying not to address any of this with his partner but he couldn't keep it to himself.

"What was up with all that?" Linton asked.

Montgomery looked at his partner as if he was an alien. "What do you mean, what was up? You saw what was up. That little faggot was about to get his ass kicked."

"And you think that is what we should be doing? Kicking ass? Is that what we were hired to do?"

"You trying to say something...partner?" Montgomery demanded.

"I'm saying that what you did was wrong...plain and simple it was wrong." Montgomery just stared at his partner and Julien went on. "You came into their home and you were insulting and unprofessional."

Montgomery grabbed the steering wheel causing Julien to almost lose control of the car. He slammed on the brakes and manuevered the car to the side of the road. Julien turned to speak to Montgomery but the older man's hand covered his mouth.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He shouted. " Who in the fuck do you think you are to give me a fucking lecture!?" Montgomery removed his hand and pulled out a cigar and lit it up. Julien sat there silent. "Let me tell you something...I know how to do my job and it gets results. I don't give a fuck about faggots and I don't give a fuck who knows it and if you don't like it...deal the fuck with it..or get a new partner."

Montgomery blew his cigar smoke in Julien's direction. "Now..are we going to solve this murder or are we going to get the fuck out of this damn car and hook and jab?"

Julien started th car. "We got a case to solve." He said and they drove off.

The match was going great. The fans were full of energy and were popping all over the place. The tag team match up between the tag team called 'Violent Intention' vs two of the XWF's most popular superstars...Hammer and Sonny Devine. When Miller approached Mohammed about teaming with Sonny for a couple of house shows on the road to the pay per view in Vegas, he suspected that Sonny had more to do with it than Miller realizing it was a good idea. He liked working with Sonny but it was also getting pretty difficult to work with him while resisting the growing attraction he was feeling for him. He would call Brett but there was something going on, something was happening. Whenever he was able to get Brett at home, he was working on a new campaign, he seemed to be different and a bit distant. Ofcourse it wasn't easy to be involved with a man who was gone a great deal of time and Mohammed began thinking that perhaps it was time to give up wrestling and spend time with his son and Brett.

The match was midway through. Steve Savage from Violent Intention was in the ring with Sonny and had him set and ready for the powerbomb. As he pulled Sonny up, Mohammed noticed that Sonny's head and shoulders had not come all the way up as Savage was coming down with the powerbomb and before Mohammed could say anything Sonny hit the mat with a thud and when he hit his neck snapped in a whiplash effect and the result was immediate. Sonny lay in the center of the ring and it appeared that he was unable to move. Savage pinned Sonny and once the three count was given they left the ring and Mohammed and the referee checked on Sonny.

"I...I..can't move...my legs..." Sonny moaned.

The referee looked at Mohammed. "You think he's got a stinger?"

"Don't know. Get the trainer down here." Mohammed said as he grabbed Sonny's hand. "You'll be alright."

"What happened?" Sonny asked.

"Your head wasn't high enough before he came down with the powerbomb." Mohammed explained.

"Damn...my legs are tingling." Sonny complained.

The trainer and two EMTs with a gurney ran down to ringside. The trainer got into the ring and checked Sonny over and asked him if he could move his legs. Sonny answered no and told him that his legs were tingling. The EMTs, Mohammed and the trainer slid a backboard under Sonny and then lifted him up and out of the ring. They then hustled him to the lockerroom amid the fans applause and cheers. Once they got to the back Savage and Vicious were there along with Miller. They wanted to know how he was doing but no one was sure yet. He was taken to the trainer's room where the trainer and the XWF doctor examined Sonny. The tingling was gone and he could move his legs a bit now. After an exam the doctor and the trainer both felt that Sonny would be okay but that he needed to rest and a hospital stay was not a bad idea since they both suspected that he may have a concussion.

"I don't want to go to any hospital." Sonny said.

"Sonny," Miller said, "Don't be silly. You need to be under observation."

"Miller, I'm not going to any hospital. I'll be okay. Just let me rest a minute and then I'll head back to my hotel."

"Like hell...you aren't driving." The Trainer said.

"I'll be fine."

"No driving for you and that's final." Miller ordered. He looked at Mohammed. "You drive Sonny to his hotel."

Mohammed blinked. "Can't you get one of the drivers to take him?"

Sonny looked at Mohammed. "Oh I see. Abandon me in my time of need."

"No..it's just that..."

"You don't have to explain...I guess we ain't as tight as I thought."

"Stop it Sonny! Alright..I'll take him to his hotel." Mohammed gave in and when Sonny smiled he knew it was not a decision he would like.

They arrived at Sonny's hotel and Mohammed helped him to his room. He made sure Sonny was inside and comfortable and turned to leave when Sonny called him back. "You just gonna leave me here?"

Mohammed stopped. "You said you were okay. I'm going back to my hotel."

Sonny frowned. "Damn man. Here I am with a concussion and I can hardly walk and you are just going to leave me?"

"You want me to take you to the hospital?" Mohammed asked concerned.

"Hell no...but you can help me out of my clothes and get me a drink from the wet bar over there." Sonny said as he slowly removed his shirt and it was obvious he was in some amount of pain.

"Sonny maybe you should go to the hospital." Mohammed pointed out.

Sonny laid back a second to regain himself. "Fix me a drink. Scotch straight with no ice."

Mohammed went to the bar and poured Sonny a glass of scotch and took it to him. "Maybe you shouldn't drink."

Sonny took a healthy swallow and made a face. "Damn! You'd figure a classy hotel like this would have better scotch."

Mohammed laughed in spite of himself. He wanted to leave the room. He was very much aware of the fact that Sonny was laying on his bed with his shirt off, his sexy chest bare and looking just too damn sexy and too damn tempting.

"Hey Sonny..I have to go. You need anything else?" Mohammed asked.

"Damn you in a rush to leave?" Sonny asked.

"Not a rush," He lied. "But I do need to get back to my room. I have to check on my son."

"And your man?" Sonny added.

Mohammed grinned. For the last few days he had been calling home and he has spoken to Jamal but so far not a word to Brett. When he asked Jamal where Brett was he said he had no idea. He did check up on Sean and everyone else and he was tempted to ask them to check on Brett but he couldn't do that. Brett probably had a modeling shoot come up and was just too busy. He got like that when he was working on a modeling shoot.

"If your okay I'm gonna jet." Mohammed said.

"Hey Mo...you can call your son from here. Just stay and have a drink or two with me and we can talk."

Mohammed knew he should say no but a drink wouldn't hurt and with the time difference Jamal and Brett were probably asleep.

"AHHHH SHIT!" Brett moaned as Dalziel spread his ass cheeks and let his tongue work in and out of his ass. Brett buried his face into his pillow and screamed. It was so fucking good and what added to it was that he had Dalziel in the same bedroom and the same bed that he shared with Mohammed and in the house was Mohammed's son. There was something dangerous, wicked and wild about all this..about getting fucked in the same house that he shared with Mohammed. He could feel Dalziel's tongue deep into his ass and it felt fucking good.

Dalziel rolled Brett over onto his back and threw his legs high and wide over his head and he went back to eating that ass.

"SHIT..SHIT..SHIT...OOOH SHIT!" Brett moaned as he banged his head against the pillows. Dalziel had a wicked tongue and he knew how to work it and work his ass. He had been licking, slurping and sopping up his ass like it was biscuits and honey and now he wanted Dalziel to fuck him. He wanted to feel that dick where his tongue was.

"You ready for me to fuck that ass?" Dalziel asked as he came up for air.

"Yes..yes...fuck me...fuck me NOW!" Brett begged.

Dalziel smiled as he slipped the lubricated condom onto his dick and then into Brett's wet ass. He slammed it in with no hesitation. He knew how Brett liked it and he liked it rough and tough and that's how he could throw that dick. That ass was still tight as fuck even after the many marathon sex-a-thons they had been having since Brett's man had left. He was still making videos but these were just for them.

"OOOOW...YESSSSS!" Brett hissed. "Slam that ass, daddy! SLAM THAT ASS!"

"You want me to slam that ass?" Dalziel growled.

"Yeah...yeah..." Brett moaned.

In one smooth move followed by hard powerful thrusts Dalziel fucked Brett, ramming and jamming his dick deep and hard. Brett cried out in the pain and the ectasy and he didn't care if anyone heard him he was being fucked and being fucked well. He gripped the back of Dalziel's head and urged him to fuck him harder and harder.

Dalziel could feel that tight and juicy booty wrapping around and pulling on his dick and it was driving him crazy. But Brett knew how to ride a goddamn dick and he rode that dick like it was the only ride in the park. Suddenly Dalziel stopped and flipped Brett onto his belly without taking his dick out and he began to bang that as doggie style throwing his big dick up into back trying to dig into those ribs. He wanted to bust Brett wide open. He grabbed a handful of Brett's hair and pulled back his head and pulled his dick out just to the dickhead and then he rammed it back in. Brett wailed and Dalziel was about to blow his load. He did it again and then a third time but the fourth did it. They both screamed as Dalziel fired into Brett's ass. Dalziel collapsed on top of Brett and rolled over to his side. Brett moved into his arms and they kissed and licked lips. Dalziel was trying to catch his breathe and Brett was moving down and licking his nipples making Dalziel's spent dick twitch.

"Damn...Shit!" Dalziel laughed. "You still want more?"

"Yes..that was just the warm up. I'm ready for the main event." Brett said as he gripped Dalziel's still wet dick and smiled as he felt it start to grow hard again.

"Well can a nigga get a drink or something before the main event?"

Brett gently nipped Dalziel's nipple and then slid out of bed naked. He slipped on Dalziel's underwear and then left to get Dalziel something to drink before they fucked again. Dalziel laid back and was about to drift off to a brief nap when his cellphone rang. He reached across and answered it without checking the caller ID.

"Sup nigga?" Dalziel answered.

There was a long pause before a deep, sexy and confused voice replied. "Who is this?"

"This is Dalziel, who this?"

Another pause. "This is Mohammed. Where is Brett?"

Dalziel sat up and looked at the phone. Fuck! He grabbed Brett's fucking phone off the bedside table instead of his. Fuck!

"I don't know no fucking Brett." Dalziel lied.

"This is his cellphone number isn't it?"

"Naw man, you dialed the wrong shit."

"Sorry...I apologize."

"No sweat. One." Dalziel ended the call and put the phone back just as Brett walked back in the room empty handed. "Where's my drink?"

"You didn't tell me what you wanted. I have beer, wine, soda and I think Mohammed has some Crown Royal."

"Well shit bring this nigga some crown." Since he's fucking the nigga's man he might as well drink his shit. Brett was turning to leave when his cellphone rang again. Brett went to the phone and looked at the number and he knew who it was. He smiled.

"You gonna answer that?" Dalziel asked.

"No...I got better things to do...like getting you a drink." Brett turned and left but not before he turned his phone off.

Mohammed was standing on the balcony of Sonny's hotel rom looking at his cellphone for the fifth time, drinking his fifth scotch and dialing Brett's programmed cellphone number again and again getting his voice mail. What the fuck was going on? He tried the house phone but there was no answer and the more he called the more he didn't like the feeling he was getting, not at all.

"Hey," Sonny said walking out on the balcony with Mohammed. "You gonna stay out here?"

Mohammed clipped his cellphone on his side. "Naw...I'll be inside in a minute."

Sonny sighed. He had an idea what was going on and he was not going to keep his mouth shut. "No answer at home..again?"

Mohammed wheeled around. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you have been calling home and calling home and getting no answer...or maybe you got the answer and it wasn't what you wanted."

"You know Sonny..why don't you stop being a know-it-all!" Mohammed snapped.

"And why don't you admit what you know?" Sonny shot back.

Mohammed moved closer to Sonny looming over him and glaring down at him. "And what the fuck do I know?"

Sonny didn't move an inch. "I don't know. You tell me."

Mohammed stared at Sonny and with the alcohol having it's effect and all the questions and the conflict going on inside of him hot tears threatened his eyes.

"Shut the fuck up, Sonny." Mohammed said as he brushed past Sonny and went back inside. Sonny reached out and grabbed Mohammed's arm and turned him around. Mohammed snatched away from him. "Get your hands off me, Sonny, before I kick your ass."

"Then kick it if it makes you feel better. The first one is on me, the second one is on you." Sonny warned.

"I'm not scared of you, Sonny." Mohammed replied.

"Good...I'm not afraid of you." Sonny answered.

Mohammed didn't want to fight Sonny. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't understand it. The tears that threatened his eyes began to flow and before he could wipe them away Sonny grabbed him and hugged him. At first Mohammed didn't hug him back but as the sobs came and racked his body he held onto Sonny for dear life. In the arms of Sonny, on the balcony of the hotel he cried and sobbed and Sonny held him and said nothing but his presence and his actions spoke loud and clear.

What was going on? Mohammed tried to think and clear his head. Why was this happening? What did he do to deserve this? Was he gone away from home to long? Maybe it was all his fault. Mohammed felt his legs getting weak but Sonny kept him standing and kept holding him and there they stood for what seemed like forever but actually it was an hour. Mohammed's face was wet with tears and his head hurt. Sonny let him go long enough to get a wet warm wash cloth and he returned and cleaned his face. Mohammed was grateful that Sonny was there. He was grateful that he was not alone when all this happened there was no telling what he would have done. Mohammed reached out and lightly touched Sonny's face as if he was touching an angel.

"Thank you." Mohammed said.

Sonny smiled and it was a warm and wonderful smile. A sweet and sexy smile. Before he knew it he was looking at Sonny's lips, touching Sonny's lips and then kissing his lips and Sonny was kissing him back and the longer they kissed the hotter and stronger their passion grew. It wasn't frantic or hurried. Sonny put his arms around Mohammed and pulled him closer. His hands caressed Mohammed's face and around to his neck and down to his back. Their hearts hammered loudly in their chests and in their ears and before they knew it they were back in the hotel room, laying on Sonny's bed, pulling at each other's clothes until they were down to their underwear.

Mohammed snaked his hand down over Sonny's dick and he gasped at the size and the girth of it. He could feel Sonny trembling with excitement as his hand found Mohammed's throbbing dick and gripped it. It was the biggest dick he had ever felt. Soon their underwear was gone and they were exploring each others bodies with lips, teeth, tongue, mouth and hands. It was thrilling, exciting and explosive. Mohammed let Sonny guide his hand to his ass..his hard, sexy ass. Then he whispered into Mohammed's ear.

"Make love to me."

Mohammed stopped and when he looked into Sonny's beautiful eyes he felt the tears return again.

"What's wrong?" Sonny asked wiping away his tears.

"Sonny....I...I want to make love to you..."

Sonny smiled. "Good then we agree."

Mohammed put his finger over Sonny's lips. "Sonny...I want to make love to you not just have sex with you. I don't want this to be something nasty and slutty."

"It won't be." Sonny said.

"It is as long as I'm involved with Brett...for however long. You deserve better."

"And so do you, Mo." Sonny said.

Mohammed smiled. "I'm starting to believe that but Sonny...I just can't...I mean...It's still cheating and I can't do that to you nor me. Do you understand?"

Sonny smiled and kissed Mohammed on the cheek. "I do. I really do."

Mohammed smiled, kissed Sonny and began to get out of the bed but Sonny stopped him. "You don't have to go. We can sleep together..can't we?"

"Sonny..I don't think..."

"SSSH! Let's put our underwear back on and get back in bed. If we can't make love we can at least sleep together in the same bed. Besides as much as you have been drinking..."

"Okay, you have a good point." Mohammed said slipping back on his underwear and Sonny did the same. They laid back in the bed laying on their sides so they could look into each others eyes. They held hands and as Sonny drifted off to sleep, Mohammed thought about what was going on at home and what he was going to do about it.

Victor was sound asleep holding Shane sleeping in his arms when the vibration of his cellphone awoke him. He reached over and picked up the phone, careful not to wake Shane. He checked the caller ID. It was Errol's number. Victor eased out of bed and padded barefooted into the bathroom and returned Errol's call. Errol spoke and Victor listened and in less than two minutes the call was over. Victor returned to the bedroom and checked on Shane. He found a sheet of paper and a pen and left Shane a note and then he got dressed and then he sat out on the front porch smoking a cigar and waiting on Errol, who would be there in less than fice minutes.

Since they had dealt with Carlos and that bitch ass Jamar, Victor had been getting his shit back and so far he had control of what was once his and then some. They were more afraid of 'New Orleans' now than before...punk motherfuckers. He knew that when the word got out the New Orleans was back and wanted his shit and was settling shit that the pussies and punks would run and the stupid motherfuckers would stay and fight and eventually die. He learned how to handle all his shit while in the joint and the niggas that crossed him and stole his shit was going to pay. He had gotten together with the ones that were still loyal to him and he was setting up a new plan for some money and doing some business with "Rasta". Rasta was a Jamaican born, old school drug king. There was nothing Rasta couldn't get and handle drug wise and this nigga had bank and his shit was set and sweet. He lived in a fucking mansion and he had a wife and two kids that were going to private school and shit. He was fucking rich. He gave money to political campaigns and all that type of shit. Rasta was just like the damn Mafia Godfathers. He never travelled alone and he handled his shit. That was how Victor was going to have his shit. Handled tight.

The deal Victor was working on involved this "new" heroin that was going around the white clubs. It was potent shit and the white boys and girls were paying top dollar for it. It got them high as fuck...they could party all night..fuck all night...do anything but when they came down off of it they felt like shit and they needed another hit and they needed it quick and bad and they would pay the price. And the thing was this...only the white kids wanted it. The brothers and the sisters stayed away from it for some reason, which was just fine with Victor, he could get the white kids...fuck up their lives and take their money for a change. He already had some white boys doing some work for him in the white clubs that would get the shit out once he got it rolling. Rasta was the man who could get it to him and help get it started and everything was moving towards that end. Now Errol was on his way over with a message from the man himself.

Errol's SUV pulled up and Victor walked towards it and climbed in the passenger side.

"Rasta wants to meet with you tomorrow afternoon at 2:30 at his place." Errol informed.

Victor smiled. "Hell yeah. This is what I have been waiting for."

Errol nodded. "Got something else for you."

"What up?" Victor asked.

"Word is that Bund has been working a deal on his own."

"Say what? That motherfucker!"

Victor hit the dashboard of Errol's SUV. He wasn't surprised that Bund would do something like that but the timing was poor.

"Who is he dealing with?" Victor asked.

"I'm checking into that right now." Errol said.

"Let me know when you hear. In the meantime, we got a meeting with Rasta."

"How was things here? How's Shane's brother?"

"He's alright...we had a welcome home thing for him. Damn, that reminds me. Two fucking dick-tectives busted in and one of the motherfuckers wanted to fight me."

Errol frowned. "Yeah? Whatcha do?"

"Brotha Errol, I ain't no fool. I ain't fighting no cop like that but I got the feeling that maybe he got something to hide."

Errol smiled. "What's the sucka's name?"

"Montgomery...Cecil I think. Can you get anything on him?"

Errol smiled again. "If I can't there ain't nothing on this motherfucker. When I get it whatcha wanna do?"

Victor laughed. "Nigga wanna fight? We'll fight my way."

"Solid." Errol replied. "Ready to make the rounds?"

Victor nodded. "Let's do this."

Erroll put the SUV in gear and they were off.