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Black could never really know the dealings he had with Pyro, but the very fact he was being accused of having any association with the major competition was not a good look. Leon could feel sweat making its way down his back, giving him that uncomfortable, tickly feeling. He looked to Black’s right and saw Perry fidgeting in his seat. Leon then focused his gaze on Black’s beady eyes, smiled and then said ‘Yo, if Perry can prove that, then cool. But until then,’ Leon paused. ‘I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.’
    ‘Plead innocent until proven guilty.’ Leon thought.
    Black took a step forward and frowned. The two of them standing in front of each other looked like a picture op of an upcoming boxing match of professional fighters. Leon was no longer smiling, now his expression was serious and cold.
    ‘So what’s the deal Black?’ He said dryly. ‘Is that the reason you called me here, to start throwing accusations? I thought we were going to talk about business.’
    Black looked over his shoulder at Perry and said ‘you sure you know what you know?’
    Getting up from the chair, Perry walked up to Black’s side and said ‘I know what I know and your so called golden boy is playing you unc. He’s working for Pyro… !’
    ‘Yo, what’s your problem… ?’ Leon interjected. ‘. . . Can you prove that yo? You don’t know what you’re talking about…’
    As soon as the words left Leon’s mouth, Perry let his fist rise from the lower right with a quickness that resembled a cobra attack. It would have caught any other guy off guard and square across the jaw but fortunately Leon was not just any other guy and smoothly dodged Perry’s clenched hand. The punch was thrown with so much force the momentum carried Perry’s body clean into Leon’s path; so in one swift motion Leon stepped to Perry’s side and wrapped his right arm around his neck.
    ‘Don’t be stupid!’ Black shouted.
    Firmly holding Perry in what had now morphed into an unbreakable full-nelson, Leon looked up and saw Black’s short podgy index finger wrapped around the trigger of his own gun. Leon could also see Bo – who was standing to his right, also had a gun however he was cradling the pistol in his hand like a small stone and standing in an offensive line position as if he would much rather run over him, than use the gun he was holding.
    ‘Yo, you can do what you wanna do, but no one tries to disrespect me.’ Leon barked.
    He meant every word and everyone who knew him understood he did not take kindly to disrespect. Black started to laugh loudly, ‘You are one brave dude…’ He said. ‘. . . Crazy! But brave. If you isn’t your father’s son, shiii…’
    Black’s words trailed off into silence. He looked like his mind had just switched channels and his expression changed with the thought. He was no longer smiling but held a serious frown, causing the wrinkles on his greasy forehead to become more pronounced. They stretched from one side to the other with a slight dip filling in the space between his eyebrows. Leon could see Black’s mind was moving from thought to thought because his expression changed three times in the same amount of seconds. Looking at Leon still holding Perry in the full-nelson Black simply said ‘ Let him go .’ Before slowly raising the gun he was holding until it was level with Leon’s head. Perry craned his neck to the right in anticipation of his assailant’s head getting torn off by the hollow point parabellum. Leon however weighed up his options and quickly came to the conclusion he had no choice but to relinquish his hold on Perry. As soon as he felt Leon’s grasp weaken Perry pushed him off and staggered away - visibly in pain.
    With a slight nod, Black lowered his aim on Leon’s head, turned his attention to his nephew Perry and said ‘How the fuck you gonna let him come in here and do you like that? If you can’t take care of your own ass how you gonna be