about what Angelo had told him. Suddenly the DEA was all up in everything. First a DEA agent was killed in his club, now Angelo said Nick was DEA. Coincidence? Maybe. Nick did say he knew the agent who was killed in Black’s Paradise, so it was possible they could have been working together.
Even if it were true, why would he involve Cassandra?
Mike looked at Nick and refused to believe that somebody he’d known most of his life would turn on him. But like it or not, believe it or not, Mike had to face it and do it now. "Hey, Nick, do you remember when you and Jamaica had that scam goin’ where y’all were shakin’ down the number runners that you knew were skimmin’ money off André?"
"Yeah, that was a sweet hustle while it lasted," Nick said as he drove. He didn’t notice that Freeze had taken out his gun and set it on his lap.
"André was pretty lax about that whole gambling thing, wasn’t he?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, all André saw was drug money. The houses, the women, the numbers, none of that made any difference to him. It wasn’t until you took over that the money got right."
"Yeah, but it fucked up y’all’s hustle. And I know you and Jay were makin’ crazy money off them muthafuckas, right?"
"Damn sure was, Black."
"But when I took that shit over, you came to me like a man and told me about it. I didn’t even have to ask you. You just came to me and said, ‘Yo Black, this what’s happenin’, boom, boom, boom.’ Even though that shit cost you money."
"Come on, Black. I was loyal to you and you trusted me."
"Are you still loyal to me, Nick? Can I still trust you, Nick?"
Nick looked at Mike. "Of course I am."
"Nick, I gotta ask you something. Something important. I don’t even like having to ask you some shit like this, but I gotta."
"What you wanna ask me, Black?"
"Are you DEA?"
Before he answered the question, Nick glanced in the rearview mirror at Freeze. Nick immediately pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park.
"Why you ask me that, Black?" Mike didn’t answer. "No! Hell fuckin’ no, I am not DEA."
"Tell me why Diego Estabon thinks you are?"
"Diego?" Nick said excitedly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "I don’t know, but it might be because it was his plant we were moving on in South America when most of our unit got killed. Maybe it’s because he had Jett killed and he’s the reason Monika is in the hospital. Maybe it’s because I killed Chilly."
"And Felix and the General," Mike pointed out.
"I killed them, Black," Freeze said.
"Diego says you cost him a lot of money."
"Look, Black, I swear to you, I am not the fuckin’ DEA."
"I had to ask."
Nick looked at Mike and glanced in the backseat at Freeze. "You were gonna kill me behind some shit fuckin’ Diego Estabon said?"
"No, Nick, I wasn’t gonna kill you on his word. But I had to look into your eyes and ask you that question," Mike said and looked back at Freeze. Nick turned back to Freeze.
"Yeah, Nick, I’da killed you. It wouldn’t be easy, much shit as we been through, but yeah, I woulda done it."
Nick looked at Mike. "It’s cool, Nick. I believe you," Mike said and Nick drove off. He never really believed Nick was DEA.
No, Diego is working some other angle, Mike thought.
"Do you remember Sally Fitz?" he asked Nick.
"Yeah, I remember him. But if you’re thinkin’ it’s the same Sal, I doubt it. I woulda recognized him," Nick said.
"Freeze, I know that you got shit you need to handle, but you and Nick ask around, see if you can find Sally Fitz," Mike told them. "Angee says Sally Fitz is workin’ with two Cubans. And two Latinos and a white guy named Sal kidnapped Cassandra. Too much of a coincidence."
"Even if it is just a coincidence, Sally Fitz knows a lot of people. He might be able to put us on to something. ’Cause right now we ain’t got shit," Freeze said.
Chapter Eleven
While Nick and Freeze went to find Sally Fitz, Mike sat impatiently at Cuisine,
Even if it were true, why would he involve Cassandra?
Mike looked at Nick and refused to believe that somebody he’d known most of his life would turn on him. But like it or not, believe it or not, Mike had to face it and do it now. "Hey, Nick, do you remember when you and Jamaica had that scam goin’ where y’all were shakin’ down the number runners that you knew were skimmin’ money off André?"
"Yeah, that was a sweet hustle while it lasted," Nick said as he drove. He didn’t notice that Freeze had taken out his gun and set it on his lap.
"André was pretty lax about that whole gambling thing, wasn’t he?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, all André saw was drug money. The houses, the women, the numbers, none of that made any difference to him. It wasn’t until you took over that the money got right."
"Yeah, but it fucked up y’all’s hustle. And I know you and Jay were makin’ crazy money off them muthafuckas, right?"
"Damn sure was, Black."
"But when I took that shit over, you came to me like a man and told me about it. I didn’t even have to ask you. You just came to me and said, ‘Yo Black, this what’s happenin’, boom, boom, boom.’ Even though that shit cost you money."
"Come on, Black. I was loyal to you and you trusted me."
"Are you still loyal to me, Nick? Can I still trust you, Nick?"
Nick looked at Mike. "Of course I am."
"Nick, I gotta ask you something. Something important. I don’t even like having to ask you some shit like this, but I gotta."
"What you wanna ask me, Black?"
"Are you DEA?"
Before he answered the question, Nick glanced in the rearview mirror at Freeze. Nick immediately pulled off to the side of the road and put the car in park.
"Why you ask me that, Black?" Mike didn’t answer. "No! Hell fuckin’ no, I am not DEA."
"Tell me why Diego Estabon thinks you are?"
"Diego?" Nick said excitedly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "I don’t know, but it might be because it was his plant we were moving on in South America when most of our unit got killed. Maybe it’s because he had Jett killed and he’s the reason Monika is in the hospital. Maybe it’s because I killed Chilly."
"And Felix and the General," Mike pointed out.
"I killed them, Black," Freeze said.
"Diego says you cost him a lot of money."
"Look, Black, I swear to you, I am not the fuckin’ DEA."
"I had to ask."
Nick looked at Mike and glanced in the backseat at Freeze. "You were gonna kill me behind some shit fuckin’ Diego Estabon said?"
"No, Nick, I wasn’t gonna kill you on his word. But I had to look into your eyes and ask you that question," Mike said and looked back at Freeze. Nick turned back to Freeze.
"Yeah, Nick, I’da killed you. It wouldn’t be easy, much shit as we been through, but yeah, I woulda done it."
Nick looked at Mike. "It’s cool, Nick. I believe you," Mike said and Nick drove off. He never really believed Nick was DEA.
No, Diego is working some other angle, Mike thought.
"Do you remember Sally Fitz?" he asked Nick.
"Yeah, I remember him. But if you’re thinkin’ it’s the same Sal, I doubt it. I woulda recognized him," Nick said.
"Freeze, I know that you got shit you need to handle, but you and Nick ask around, see if you can find Sally Fitz," Mike told them. "Angee says Sally Fitz is workin’ with two Cubans. And two Latinos and a white guy named Sal kidnapped Cassandra. Too much of a coincidence."
"Even if it is just a coincidence, Sally Fitz knows a lot of people. He might be able to put us on to something. ’Cause right now we ain’t got shit," Freeze said.
Chapter Eleven
While Nick and Freeze went to find Sally Fitz, Mike sat impatiently at Cuisine,
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