CeCe’s a good woman. Not the scheming baller’s ex-girlfriend I’d made her out to be. I was content with her. There was no drama in our life and I liked it that way. It’s the closest that I’ve ever come to a normal life, and that seems to have a haunting pull on me.
And then I thought about Jada West. She had a haunting pull on me, too, but for entirely different reasons.
We pulled up in front of Grant’s and went inside. Bobby wasn’t hard to find. He was sitting at a table near the back, and was surrounded by women. Before I went over there, I stopped by Grant’s office. He had run that spot and few number joints for me for years. I liked Grant, but I didn’t respect him. It wasn’t business. He was a smart businessman and a good earner; I just had no respect for him. He was too easily led, too quick to go along. Like he didn’t stand for shit. But like I said, he was a good earner.
Once I showed Grant some respect-it wouldn’t be right for me to be in his house and not speak-Victor and I went and sat down with Bobby. “What’s up, Mike?” Bobby said.
“Ladies, would you excuse me; I need to talk to Mr. Ray for a minute.”
Victor got up and herded the ladies away from the table. “Victor.”
“Yes, Black.”
“When you’re done with them, you can take off,” I said, and I could see that he looked disappointed as he walked away. I thought that he would be in a hurry to get back to Sabrina, but I guess not. He wanted to be a part of whatever I had planned for Bull and Skip. I turned to Bobby.
“Since you ran off all the women, this better be important,” Bobby said and picked up his drink.
“I think it is. Listen, Cruz Villanova, Bo, and Hank tried to kill us.”
“I was gonna talk to you about that. I don’t think it stops there. If Bo and Hank planned it, then them other two members of the fearsome foursome, Skip and Bull Harris, had to be in on it.”
“So when was you plannin’ on talkin’ to me about it?”
“Next time I was with you, which is now; so I’m tellin’ you.”
“Come on,” I said and got up.
“Where you thinkin’ about goin’?”
“I was thinkin’ about findin’ and killin’ these niggas. Wanna come along? Or should I call Victor back over here? I know he wants to go.”
Bobby finished his drink and got up. “Let’s go.”
When we got in the car and drove off, I could tell that he had something on his mind. For the next couple of hours, we rode from spot to spot looking for Bull and Skip. They were nowhere to be found, and nobody had seen them. That just made me believe that I was right about them. “Where we headed?” Bobby asked.