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“Better be important enough to send away the women.”
    “It is. I was just thinkin’ that we need to find another way to make some money. Ain’t no jobs out there and ain’t none comin’.”
    “What you got in mind? Startin’ a business? That takes money, too,” Jackie said.
    “Yeah, I’m talkin’ about goin’ into business for ourselves, but just not the type of business you’re thinkin’ about. Look around this room. There’s plenty of money up in here. Muthafuckas in here spendin’ mad cash like it’s goin’ out of style tomorrow morning. Ain’t no recession in here.”
    “Yeah, Tee, but these mutha fuckas are ballers and gangsters. That’s why they got paper. They out there takin’ theirs,” Jackie said as she finished her drink. “My glass is empty. Can I at least get a waitress over here?” she asked and flagged one down.
    “So, what you got in mind, Tee?” Ronnie asked.
    “What’s rule number three?”
    “Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich,” both Jackie and Ronnie said in unison.
    “That’s right. We’ve been sittin’ on our asses waitin’ for shit to get better. That shit ain’t happening. We got to go out and take ours,” Travis said.
    “So, I say again,” Ronnie questioned, “what you got in mind, Tee? You talkin’ about us rollin’?”
    “Hell no! You know everybody and his pops tryin’ to sling rocks.”
    “Then what you talkin about?” Jackie asked.
    “Let’s get outta here,” Travis said as he stood up. Jackie and Ronnie got up and followed Travis toward the door.
    “Yo, Tee, there go your boy Freeze,” Ronnie said.
    “Where?”
    “Over there, at that table in the corner.”
    “I need to holla at him real quick. I’ll meet y’all outside.” Travis stepped toward Freeze. “What’s up, Freeze?”
    “What’s up, Travis?”
    Freeze had been a captain in Mike Black’s organization for years. But with Black gone to the Bahamas and Bobby Ray being semi-retired, Freeze ran the day-to-day operations. He had known Freeze since junior high school, when Travis used to do Freeze’s homework for him. Freeze liked Travis and respected him for what he had accomplished.
    “I need to holla at you for a second.”
    “Have a seat,” Freeze instructed. Travis sat down. “So, what’s up?”
    “I need to get some guns.”
    Freeze stared at him. He was little disappointed to know that Travis didn’t make it legit. But at the same time, Freeze saw a valuable opportunity in having somebody like Travis on the team. “What you lookin’ for and how many?”
    “Six. Nine millers.”
    “I can do that,” Freeze said. “Clean, no serial number.”
    “How much?
    “What you need them for?”
    “How much?” Travis laughed and asked again.
    “Look, Travis, I can get you the guns you need, any kind you need and as many as you want. That’s not a problem. I know you got your people waitin’ for you, but answer my question and then listen to what I got to say.”
    “I’ve been lookin’ at a little spot I wanna hit.”
    “Thought so. Now listen. Here’s the deal. I give you the guns and whatever else you need, you give me a cut of the job.” Travis sat back and didn’t answer. “I know what you’re thinkin’. Why don’t I just buy the guns myself and keep all the money?” Freeze said with a smile.
    “The thought had occurred to me.”
    “’Cause if you do it my way, you work for me. You have my protection, and the protection and services of this entire organization. If you need something, you come to me. You have a problem, you come to me. You get caught, you call me. You keep your mouth shut and I take care of you. You tell me what you’re gonna hit, I tell you first if it’s gonna be more of a problem than it’s worth, if you dig what I mean. Then, if it’s worth your time— ”
    Travis thought about what Freeze was saying. It sounded appealing, but he wasn’t sure it was something he wanted to get involved in. He had known Freeze