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standing.
    “Yo, Angee, this is Hector Villanueva. He’s an honorable man and deserves to be taken seriously.”
    “Go on get outta her , honey.” Angelo said and tapped the woman on her ass. Then he looked at me and then at Hector.
    “Is he a good guy, Mikey?”
    “I wouldn’t introduce him if he wasn’t,” I said and left the two of them to talk.
    That same night, there was a young kid that called himself Freeze, who used to hang around the spot and had pushed up on the girlfriend of a drug dealer named Darren. When Darren noticed The Kid was at his girl, he and two of his boys grabbed The Kid and attempted to teach him a lesson.
    A lesson was learned that night, but not by The Kid. Each time they put The Kid down he got right back up and went right back at them. I was impressed the way The Kid kept gettin’ up and fighting back against the three of them.
    Darren hit The Kid again and he fell over a table next to me. I motioned for The Kid to stay down. As they approached I stood up and drew my weapon, and pointing it at Darren’s head.
    “Yo, Darren, I think The Kid ‘s had enough. Don’t you?”
    Not wanting any parts of me, Darren stopped.  
    “Yeah, Black, he’s had enough,” Darren said backing away. Three days later Darren and his boys were dead and The Kid was in jail for murder.
    One year late , I saw Freeze on the day he got out of jail. The Kid was only sixteen years old. “Yo, Black, wait up!” Freeze yelled.
    “Yo, Freeze, what’s up. I thought you were on lock down for murder?”
    “I got the murder charge dropped on a tech. Cops fucked up the arrest. So I got a year for aggravated and walked. Yo, Black, so yo like, where you headin ’?”
    I just looked at him.
    “What I really mean is, like, you know, a nigga like me could learn a lot from a nigga like you,” Freeze said, without making eye contact with me.
    I laughed, “Yeah, like how to stay out of jail.”
    “You never been to jail, Black?”
    “Never even been cuffed,” I said confidently.
    “That’s what I’m talkin’ bout, after bein ’ on lock down for damn near sixteen months, I know that I never want to go back. Lock down ain’t no place for me.”
    I looked at The Kid for a minute contemplating his proposition. I thought about that night at the club and how Freeze never quit fighting back.
    “Okay, you come with me. You do exactly what I say. And I never, and I mean never, want to hear you say shit unless I ask you. Got that?”
    Freeze nodded his head without saying a word. “
    Good. Now let’s go.”

Chapter Three
     
    Nick Simmons
     
    Although Black made most of his money on gambling, he was always on the lookout for something he could steal. His preference was high jacking trucks. He knew a woman who worked as a waitress at a truck stop. She would feed Black information. Using her feminine charms she would find out from truckers what they were going to be carrying, and what route they were going to take. This was the most important factor in his plan. With that information, Black would set it up so the truck would have to stop and then we’d have them. His favorite was a half naked white woman in distress. You know, short shirt, titties hangin’ out all over the place. What man could resist a white woman in distress? Once the driver was out of the cab, either me, Jamaica or Bobby would come up on the driver from behind and take it him.
    Once the driver was secure, Bobby would drive the truck away. Which didn’t go smoothly at first this, but it got better as Bobby learned how to handle the big rigs. Now, once Bobby was gone in the truck, Black would always ask, “Is that your rig or the companies?” If it was the driver’s rig, Black would tell the driver where he could find it, if not, he would sell the truck for parts.
    Even though he didn’t like doin’ it, Black would sometimes rob warehouses. But only if it presented a tempting enough prize, and it definitely had to be minimal risk involved.