again?” Sal said bitterly.
“Because it’ll make me feel better,” Don B. told Sal and brushed past him into Code Red.
The outside of Code Red was made of black one-way glass allowing the partygoers to see out but keeping those outside the club blind to what was going on inside. That had been Don B.’s first decreewhen he came on board. Inside was a buzz of activity with contractors, electricians, and deliverymen moving every which way in preparation for Don B.’s party. The event was still a few days away but for what Don B. had planned they needed almost a week to get ready. Most of it was over the top, but that was how Don B. wanted it. Code Red was to be his newest baby and he planned on spoiling it like he did when he birthed Big Dawg.
“Looks good, man,” Devil said, running his finger across the top of the twelve-foot-long glass bar. It was the longest of the three which would serve the patrons of Code Red.
“Like I keep telling your boy here, I got it under control,” Sal said, looking at his watch. “The cases of liquor will be delivered tomorrow and I’ve already confirmed with the caterer that the food will be here the morning of the event. Are you satisfied?”
“And security?” Don B. asked, ticking off the checklist in his head.
“Yeah, yeah, I got some guys from my brother-in-law’s company to handle the basics and a few friends of mine will also be here to handle any potentially messy situations,” Sal assured him. “Now that just leaves us wit that last thing we talked about. I was gonna let it wait until later in the week but since you insisted on us meeting today we may as well take care of it now.”
Don B. looked to Devil who produced an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him. Don B. extended the envelope to Sal, but held it short of his greedy mitts. “So this ensures that we ain’t gonna have no problems with the police, right?”
“Don B., I told you the guy who set it up is a friend of ours, so why are you so fucking paranoid?”
“Sal, there’s a difference between paranoid and careful. The Don has many enemies on the streets.”
“Not a lovable guy like you?” Sal asked sarcastically.
“You’re a real funny guy, Sally.” Don B. tossed him the envelope.
“Now if that’ll be all youz guys can get outta here so my peoplecan work and I might be able to get back to my daughter’s game before the fourth quarter, not that I ain’t gonna have to hear my wife bitching about me running out for the rest of the night.”
“Yeah, go handle ya business. I got some moves to make too,” Don B. said and led Devil back outside.
“This joint is looking kinda sexy, kid.” Devil hugged Don B. playfully as they walked.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m being so meticulous about this whole thing. Son, niggaz hated on me in the streets and in the rap game, but I’ve been able to fly under the radar and keep the bullshit to a minimum, but this club is gonna put me somewhere else with it. The larger I get the more malicious energy these niggaz gonna send at me and I’m trying to avoid Murphy’s Law, smell me?”
“Who the fuck is Murphy?” Devil asked.
Don B. gave Devil a stupid look. “It’s a saying; anything that can go wrong will go wrong. There are gonna be a lot of important people coming out to support this event and I don’t need no bullshit souring my game.”
As if on cue Don B. heard someone calling his name. Devil moved between Don B. and the man half shambling toward him, hand already reaching for his pistol, but he froze in mid-draw when he recognized his old partner. “Remo?” Devil asked in disbelief.
Remo had really let himself go. His clothes were expensive, but they looked like he had slept in them for the past few nights. His normally clean-shaven head was now covered in tight clumps of knotted hair and it had been a while since his face had seen a razor. When Remo smiled and showed his teeth that had begun to rot, Devil felt like his heart
“Because it’ll make me feel better,” Don B. told Sal and brushed past him into Code Red.
The outside of Code Red was made of black one-way glass allowing the partygoers to see out but keeping those outside the club blind to what was going on inside. That had been Don B.’s first decreewhen he came on board. Inside was a buzz of activity with contractors, electricians, and deliverymen moving every which way in preparation for Don B.’s party. The event was still a few days away but for what Don B. had planned they needed almost a week to get ready. Most of it was over the top, but that was how Don B. wanted it. Code Red was to be his newest baby and he planned on spoiling it like he did when he birthed Big Dawg.
“Looks good, man,” Devil said, running his finger across the top of the twelve-foot-long glass bar. It was the longest of the three which would serve the patrons of Code Red.
“Like I keep telling your boy here, I got it under control,” Sal said, looking at his watch. “The cases of liquor will be delivered tomorrow and I’ve already confirmed with the caterer that the food will be here the morning of the event. Are you satisfied?”
“And security?” Don B. asked, ticking off the checklist in his head.
“Yeah, yeah, I got some guys from my brother-in-law’s company to handle the basics and a few friends of mine will also be here to handle any potentially messy situations,” Sal assured him. “Now that just leaves us wit that last thing we talked about. I was gonna let it wait until later in the week but since you insisted on us meeting today we may as well take care of it now.”
Don B. looked to Devil who produced an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him. Don B. extended the envelope to Sal, but held it short of his greedy mitts. “So this ensures that we ain’t gonna have no problems with the police, right?”
“Don B., I told you the guy who set it up is a friend of ours, so why are you so fucking paranoid?”
“Sal, there’s a difference between paranoid and careful. The Don has many enemies on the streets.”
“Not a lovable guy like you?” Sal asked sarcastically.
“You’re a real funny guy, Sally.” Don B. tossed him the envelope.
“Now if that’ll be all youz guys can get outta here so my peoplecan work and I might be able to get back to my daughter’s game before the fourth quarter, not that I ain’t gonna have to hear my wife bitching about me running out for the rest of the night.”
“Yeah, go handle ya business. I got some moves to make too,” Don B. said and led Devil back outside.
“This joint is looking kinda sexy, kid.” Devil hugged Don B. playfully as they walked.
“Yeah, that’s why I’m being so meticulous about this whole thing. Son, niggaz hated on me in the streets and in the rap game, but I’ve been able to fly under the radar and keep the bullshit to a minimum, but this club is gonna put me somewhere else with it. The larger I get the more malicious energy these niggaz gonna send at me and I’m trying to avoid Murphy’s Law, smell me?”
“Who the fuck is Murphy?” Devil asked.
Don B. gave Devil a stupid look. “It’s a saying; anything that can go wrong will go wrong. There are gonna be a lot of important people coming out to support this event and I don’t need no bullshit souring my game.”
As if on cue Don B. heard someone calling his name. Devil moved between Don B. and the man half shambling toward him, hand already reaching for his pistol, but he froze in mid-draw when he recognized his old partner. “Remo?” Devil asked in disbelief.
Remo had really let himself go. His clothes were expensive, but they looked like he had slept in them for the past few nights. His normally clean-shaven head was now covered in tight clumps of knotted hair and it had been a while since his face had seen a razor. When Remo smiled and showed his teeth that had begun to rot, Devil felt like his heart
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