Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2002 20:04:58 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 12

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.