tied him up.
Black simply said, “Freeze.” And Freeze went to work on Banks. Freeze had learned his craft directly from Black; and Freeze was brutal. Betray—Mike Black—shit, Freeze lost his mind beatin ’ Banks.
Bobby stepped up to me and handed me an eyedropper. “What’s this?”
“Acid,” Bobby said quietly.
The beatin ’ went on for a good five minutes while everyone in the room looked on. Some people started to leave, but Black stopped them. He wanted to be sure that everyone there saw what was happening. Banks was gonna die that night and Black wanted to be sure all of them knew why. Then Black said, “Freeze.” And with that Freeze stopped.
“I swear, man, I quit dealin’,” said a now bloody Banks.
“I knew you were gonna say that,” Black said. “And I figured that it wouldn’t be fair if I were judge, jury and executioner.” Bobby cleared his throat. “Okay, Bobby thought it wouldn’t be fair. So, you are being judged by your peers. Once you’re found guilty, Freeze and Nick will execute you.”
Bobby walked over and pulled up a chair next to Banks. “What you have here is an opportunity to admit what you did and accept the consequences.”
“What’s the difference; y’all gonna kill me anyway!” Banks shouted.
“No. If Black can’t prove that you’re sellin’ drugs, you can walk out of here with my humble apology,” Bobby explained.
“No,” Black said. “The difference is that I’m givin’ you a chance to man up and admit that you betrayed everybody in this room. Does that sound fair to you?” Black asked sarcastically.
Banks didn’t answer.
“Nick.”
I stepped up to Banks and tore the shelve off his shirt. I held the eyedropper over his arm. I squeezed the dropper once and one drop hit his arm.
Banks screamed in pain.
“Does that sound fair to you?” Black asked again.
“Yes, shit, yes!” Banks yelled.
“Nick.” I hit the other arm this time. Banks screamed again. There was no sound in the room. No one said a word, nobody moved. They all stood and watched as me and Freeze took turns beatin ’ Banks and then burnin ’ him with acid.
“Admit what you did, Banks, so we can all go home,” Bobby said.
“I didn’t do nothing , Bobby, I swear.”
“Freeze,” Black said, and Freeze happily resumed his brutal beating.
After what seemed to be a long time, Black stepped up to Banks, “Are you ready to man up, Banks?”
“I keep telling you, Black! I didn’t do shit!” Banks protested.
“Doc,” Black said.
“Yes, Black,” Doc said, with a very scared look on his face. Doc ran the gambling in the house and was probably thinking that he would suffer the same fate as Banks.
“I want you to go behind the bar and reach your hand behind the bottle setup next to the cash box. Let me know what you find.”
Doc walked very slowly to the bar and did what he was told. He reached behind the setup. “There’s another cash box back here.”
“Pull it out and open it,” Black demanded. “Tell us all what you find.”
Doc opened the box, “Drugs and money, Black.”
“That shit ain’t mine, Black,” Banks screamed. “I swear on my mamas grave, I don’t know nothing about that! You planted it there.”
“Doc, has anybody other than the bartender been behind the bar tonight or any night for that matter?”
“No,” Doc said.
“How do you know that?” Black asked, knowing the answer.
“It’s a house rule,” Cynt said. “Nobody goes behind the bar but the bartender. How stupid can you be, Banks? Bad enough you’re dealin’, but why you gotta do it in the house. It ain’t gonna do nothin’ but bring the cops down on all of us. Fuckin’ fool. You deserve to die.”
“Thank you, Cynt,” Black said. “I’m glad I didn’t have to be the one to say it.”
“Fuck you, Cynt!” Banks yelled.
“Fuck you, Banks. Stupid mutha fucka,” Cynt responded as she stepped up and slapped Banks in the face.
“Black, you gotta
Black simply said, “Freeze.” And Freeze went to work on Banks. Freeze had learned his craft directly from Black; and Freeze was brutal. Betray—Mike Black—shit, Freeze lost his mind beatin ’ Banks.
Bobby stepped up to me and handed me an eyedropper. “What’s this?”
“Acid,” Bobby said quietly.
The beatin ’ went on for a good five minutes while everyone in the room looked on. Some people started to leave, but Black stopped them. He wanted to be sure that everyone there saw what was happening. Banks was gonna die that night and Black wanted to be sure all of them knew why. Then Black said, “Freeze.” And with that Freeze stopped.
“I swear, man, I quit dealin’,” said a now bloody Banks.
“I knew you were gonna say that,” Black said. “And I figured that it wouldn’t be fair if I were judge, jury and executioner.” Bobby cleared his throat. “Okay, Bobby thought it wouldn’t be fair. So, you are being judged by your peers. Once you’re found guilty, Freeze and Nick will execute you.”
Bobby walked over and pulled up a chair next to Banks. “What you have here is an opportunity to admit what you did and accept the consequences.”
“What’s the difference; y’all gonna kill me anyway!” Banks shouted.
“No. If Black can’t prove that you’re sellin’ drugs, you can walk out of here with my humble apology,” Bobby explained.
“No,” Black said. “The difference is that I’m givin’ you a chance to man up and admit that you betrayed everybody in this room. Does that sound fair to you?” Black asked sarcastically.
Banks didn’t answer.
“Nick.”
I stepped up to Banks and tore the shelve off his shirt. I held the eyedropper over his arm. I squeezed the dropper once and one drop hit his arm.
Banks screamed in pain.
“Does that sound fair to you?” Black asked again.
“Yes, shit, yes!” Banks yelled.
“Nick.” I hit the other arm this time. Banks screamed again. There was no sound in the room. No one said a word, nobody moved. They all stood and watched as me and Freeze took turns beatin ’ Banks and then burnin ’ him with acid.
“Admit what you did, Banks, so we can all go home,” Bobby said.
“I didn’t do nothing , Bobby, I swear.”
“Freeze,” Black said, and Freeze happily resumed his brutal beating.
After what seemed to be a long time, Black stepped up to Banks, “Are you ready to man up, Banks?”
“I keep telling you, Black! I didn’t do shit!” Banks protested.
“Doc,” Black said.
“Yes, Black,” Doc said, with a very scared look on his face. Doc ran the gambling in the house and was probably thinking that he would suffer the same fate as Banks.
“I want you to go behind the bar and reach your hand behind the bottle setup next to the cash box. Let me know what you find.”
Doc walked very slowly to the bar and did what he was told. He reached behind the setup. “There’s another cash box back here.”
“Pull it out and open it,” Black demanded. “Tell us all what you find.”
Doc opened the box, “Drugs and money, Black.”
“That shit ain’t mine, Black,” Banks screamed. “I swear on my mamas grave, I don’t know nothing about that! You planted it there.”
“Doc, has anybody other than the bartender been behind the bar tonight or any night for that matter?”
“No,” Doc said.
“How do you know that?” Black asked, knowing the answer.
“It’s a house rule,” Cynt said. “Nobody goes behind the bar but the bartender. How stupid can you be, Banks? Bad enough you’re dealin’, but why you gotta do it in the house. It ain’t gonna do nothin’ but bring the cops down on all of us. Fuckin’ fool. You deserve to die.”
“Thank you, Cynt,” Black said. “I’m glad I didn’t have to be the one to say it.”
“Fuck you, Cynt!” Banks yelled.
“Fuck you, Banks. Stupid mutha fucka,” Cynt responded as she stepped up and slapped Banks in the face.
“Black, you gotta
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