"You never know, Nina. Anything is possible."
"We’ll see," Nina said and walked away.
Nick and Bobby joined Mike at the bar. Mike watched Nina as she made her way back to the VIP room. She didn’t look back.
Nina looked exactly the way he remembered her. It was like time stood still for Nina. When they were involved with one another, Mike never knew that she was married, and definitely not that she was married to Hector. Nina never wore a ring, and he never asked her any questions. Mike never called her; he never even knew her number. She never knew his number. That was the way she wanted it. All spontaneous and natural, is what Nina used to call it.
When Mike saw Nina anywhere, anytime, he would drop whatever and whoever he was with to be with her. When they would get together, they had the best time. They even went on trips together. They went to Miami all the time, and to several islands. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined that Nina was married. But whenever they’d get back, Nina would leave and Mike wouldn’t see her for a while. But he wanted to. There was something special about Nina.
Mike didn’t find out she was married to Hector until he saw her one night on the street. They talked for a while then she said, "Oh shit, here comes my husband."
"You’re married? To who?" Nina pointed at Hector then walked away without a word. Not too long after that, Hector shipped her down to Miami and Mike never saw her again.
"You all right, Black?" Nick asked.
"Yeah. I sent Hector a message."
"Yeah," Bobby said. "Nina is still fine as hell."
A half-hour later, Mike looked up and saw two men escorting Nina out of the VIP room. "Get ready."
"What’s up?" Nick asked and put his hand on his gun, while Bobby turned toward Black.
Mike pointed as the two men pushed their way through the crowd and took Nina out of the club. "You know Hector wasn’t gonna talk to me with Nina around. Probably took him this long to convince her to leave." Once Nina was safely out of the club, the two men approached Mike at the bar.
"Mr. Black?"
"Yes."
"Mr. Villanueva will see you now," one of the men said then turned toward the VIP room. Black, Bobby and Nick followed them.
Nick overheard one speak to the other in Spanish. "Debemosapenas los dirigiofueraespalda y los mata."
"No, permitioqueelloshablenprimeroentoncesquenosotros los podemosmatar."
Hearing their plans, Nick laughed. "Black."
"What they say?"
"One said they should just lead us out back and kill us. The other said, ‘No, let them talk first, then we can kill them.’ "
"Okay," Mike said. "So, now we know. Be ready."
Hector Villanueva sat alone in a booth in the VIP room, but one of his men stood next to him. As Mike approached, Hector extended his hand for him to sit down. "Mike Black."
"How are you, Hector?" Mike said as he sat down. Nick and Bobby stood on Black’s side of the table, while Hector’s men stood on the other. Bobby smiled, and the stare-down began.
"I am doing very well, Black. But I am curious. I thought that I made it very clear that I considered our business together concluded. Now here you are, and I want to know why. Why are you here?"
"My wife was kidnapped by two Latinos and a white guy at my club in the Bahamas earlier today. The bandits brought her by boat to Miami."
"And you think I had something to do with it?"
"No, Hector. I just wanna find my wife. This is your city. I was just hoping that you might have heard something."
Hector sat back in the booth and finished his drink. It caught him off guard when Black asked for his help. It made him feel powerful. Mike Black comes to me for help. "I am very sorry to hear about your wife, Black, and very sorry that I can’t help you. I don’t know anything about it, but if I hear anything, I will let you know."
"Thank you, Hector. I would appreciate that." Mike started to get up, but sat back down. "One more thing you can help me with, Hector."
"What is that, Black?"
"I overheard your boys saying that they were going to kill us after I talked to you. I don’t think anybody needs to die tonight. I hope you agree."
Hector looked at Mike and then to his men. "Yes, I agree. Nobody needs to die tonight."
Mike stood up and extended his hand. "Thank you for taking the time to see me." He started to ask how Nina was doing just to fuck with Hector, but he decided against it.
Hector accepted Black’s hand and stood up. "I am honored that you would come to me."
Once they were out of the club and in the car, Bobby asked, "Was all that really necessary? I’m about to throw up with all that touchy-feely, thank-you-for-seeing-me, honored-that-you-would-come-to-me shit."
"You never know when we might need an ally down here. Let’s get back to New York. And besides," Mike paused as Bobby drove off, "I really came here to see Nina."
Chapter Seven
Freeze met them at JFK airport in New York at 10:30 that morning and drove them straight to Cuisine, a supper club that Mike owned. Their flight left Miami at 5:30, but they had an hour layover in Atlanta. During the flight, Nick and Bobby slept, while Mike looked out the window at the early morning sun above the clouds. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t sleep.
The only thing on his mind was Shy. Was she all right? Who had her? Where were they taking her? If they were holding her for ransom, why no demand? Hundreds of possibilities and countless questions rolled around in his mind. When they arrived at Cuisine, they stopped at the bar before heading to what was now Freeze’s office.
"Freeze," Mike said.
"Yo."
"Tell me what’s up with Bitch-ass D-Train?" Mike asked, more to take his mind off Shy than anything else.
"Last couple of nights his people been postin’ up in our spots. I thought he was smarter than that, to just roll up in our spots and set up shop. What they think I was gonna do? Nothin’ they could do to avoid the consequences."
"He sees this as an opportunity. Me gone, Bobby layin’ back, makes it look like your strength is exhausted. We need to deal with this now or other muthafuckas will raise up outta nowhere to try some shit like this."
"You knew sooner or later this was gonna happen. We had a long run. Peaceful," Bobby said, "everybody respectin’ everybody’s position and everybody making money. Muthafuckas ain’t got no respect for shit."
"Don’t be so hard on them, Bobby. That was us ten years ago. Young, not afraid of shit, we took power. We saw Andre slippin’, layin’ back, lettin’ us run the show. Like we doin’ now, me kickin’ it in the Bahamas, you playin’ the role. This was bound to happen sooner or later."
"See what you started when you killed Chilly, Nick?" Bobby asked, and Nick simply nodded his head. Before Nick killed him, Chilly ran most of the drugs uptown. He used to deal for Andre back in the day. It was Chilly who made peace with Mike, and they set up the dead zone where nobody would deal. Now D-Train was trying to step up to Chilly’s position by moving on the dead zone.
"What do we do now? Freeze asked. Whether Mike intended to or not, he made Freeze feel like this was happening because somebody, maybe everybody saw him as weak; somebody they could roll over. He knew that whatever happened from this point forward, he would have to take the lead, step up and crush this nigga quick.