The Mike Black Saga Book One Read Free

staggered up.
    “What’s up Angelo?”
    “Fuck that, fuck face. Where’s my fuckin’ money?” Angee demanded to know. He grabbed the guy by the collar and led him around behind the club. “Now, fuck face. Where’s my fuckin’ money?”
    “I don’t have it on me. I’ll bring it to you tomorrow, I swear to God Angelo.”
    Angee turned to me and when he turned back it was with one to the gut. The guy doubled over and held his stomach. Angee hit him in the head a few times.
    “Hey, fuck face. I’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you, fuck face. Where’s my fuckin money, and you better not tell no shit about it you ain’t got it.”
    “Really, Angelo, I’m gonna give you your money. I just ain’t got it on me.”
    “You hear this shit? You hear this shit, huh Mickey? This piece a shit don’t have my money.”
    “Yeah, I hear him.”
    “ This fuckin’ fuck face piece a shit don’t have my money. Shoot this prick, Mikey.”
    I took out his gun and shot him.
    “What the fuck!” Angee screamed. “Are you out your fuckin’ mind, Mikey?”
    “What? You said shoot him, so I fuckin’ shot him,” I slurred and put my gun away.
    “I was fuckin’ kiddin’. I was just tryin’ to scare the bastard,” Angee said as he paced back and forth over the body. “Fuck it, let’s get outta here.”
Bobby Ray
     
    Me and Mike were collecting for Andréand he sent us to collect from a dealer named Hector Villanueva Hector. Hector was a little slow payin’, which wasn’t any big deal, Hector was a stand up guy. When he had the money, he always paid. But Andrédidn’t like Hector and wanted me and Mike to lean on him. So we go around to this bar Hector hangs out in and have our usual you’re late conversation with Hector. Only this , another wanna-be dealer name Diego Estabon was there. His father, Gomez Estabon , was a major player in the dope game and Diego was just punk kid, fresh off the boat from Peru, trying to make reputation for himself.
    So Mike is talkin shit to Hector like be always does, but Diego hears him and rolls up behind Mike.
    “Why you come up in here, talkin’ shit like you all bad and shit?” Diego asked.
    Mike doesn’t even look back, he just wheels and back-hands Diego to the ground. Then Mike stands over him and says, “I wasn’t talkin’ to you.” And went back to talking to Hector like it wasn’t shit.
    So Diego gets up from the floor and leaves the bar.
    He went to his car and got a gun and was on his way back in the club to kill Black. But the cops see him walking in the club with the gun in his hand. They stopped him and when they searched the car Diego’s carrying two ounces of cocaine. That day Diego swear that one day he would get revenge on Black.
Mike Black
     
     
    With Diego out of his way, Hector was able to step up and fill the void. But André hated Puerto Ricans so he was killin’ Hector on price. All that changed one night when Hector was at my after hour spot called The late Night when Angelo came in.
    Angelo talked to me for a while then he sees a woman he liked and walked off. Hector saw an opportunity. He ran up to me. “You know André is beatin ’ him down on price. I can’t make any money,” Hector said.
    “Yo, Hector, why are you tellin’ me all this?”
    “You know Angelo, right?”
    “So what are you tryin’ to say, Hector?”
    “Can you introduce me to Angelo. Please?”
    “ Hector, let me make sure I understand you. You buy from André, who pays me. And now you want me to introduce you to Angelo, so you can stop buyin’ from André, who pays me. Is that what you’re asking me? Let me make sure I understand you. You want me to take money out of my pocket to help you. Is that what you’re sayin’, Hector?”
    “Yes, Black,” Hector said.
    “You owe me a favor, Hector.”
    “Okay, okay, Black I owe you a favor. Just introduce me to Angelo,” Hector said.
    “Come with me,” I said and Hector followed me over to where Angelo was