Roy Glenn - Commit To Violence

Ebony Washington had the world at her feet. She was young, and she was beautiful. Ebony had a dream job which paid her enough money to get everything she ever wanted. She bought nice clothes, drove a new Volvo and she lived in a nice apartment near the Hudson River.

And Ebony was in love.

She drove her car slowly down West 132 ndStreet, looking for a place to park. As she drove past her apartment and turned onto Riverside Drive, she thought parking was the only thing that she regretted about living in Harlem. Even though she could now afford to live anywhere she wanted, she was born and raised in Harlem and wouldn’t think of living anywhere else.

The last few days had been hard for her. It’s not an easy thing to hear bad things about the one you love, but sometimes you have to-even if it’s just to give you an opportunity to ask questions and give them an opportunity to respond. It’s good to clear the air sometimes, Ebony thought. Get things out in the open.

She had spent the better part of the evening with Martin. They had dinner at Via Brasil on 46 thstreet. Ebony liked eating there. The food was excellent and the portions were always huge. She usually had the Misto, which was mixed grill skewered with Brazilian sausage, beef, chicken and pork, but that night she opted for the Frango Bossa Nova, which consisted of fried diced chicken in a garlic lemon sauce. After dinner, they went for drinks at People Lounge on Allen Street, another one of her favorite places. She liked the atmosphere, with its dark wood tables that accented the comfortable apple-green suede couches. The ample recessed lighting, the den-like atmosphere, the chocolate-brown walls, and the waterfall pane made the place feel so romantic.

Over Lychee martini’s she asked Martin about the rumors she’d heard about him being involved with gangsters and ordering the execution of a man in Mexico when things didn’t go the way they were planned. It made her feel a lot better when Martin looked her in the eyes and told her that those things weren’t true.

Martin told her that he had heard the rumors and was doing everything in his power to put a stop to them. Then he assured her that he wasn’t the type of man to be involved in anything like that. He even seemed to be a little hurt and somewhat disappointed that she would ask him questions like that. Ebony could feel the sincerity in his voice coming through loud and clear when he told her, "I love you, Ebony. I wouldn’t do anything that would mess up what we have here," Martin said to her and kissed her hand. "I would do anything for you."

Anything but divorce your wife , Ebony thought.

On her way home she gave some thought to the fact that she was in love with a married man. Hell, I’m not the first and I won’t be the last, she thought. But no matter how she tried to rationalize what she was doing, the facts were still the same-she didn’t seem to care. His wife couldn’t love him as much as she did. The frigid bitch could never make love to him the way she did. And he didn’t love her; not anymore. He couldn’t love his wife the way that he loved her. He couldn’t, and that was all there was to it.

Ebony turned on Riverside Drive and circled the block again, thinking maybe she should end all the drama and look into getting a garage. She finally spotted a place to park and began the three-block walk toward her apartment.

She had walked about a block when Ebony heard footsteps coming up quickly behind her. Ebony looked over her shoulder and saw two men walking behind her. She began to walk faster, and so did her pursuers. Once she rounded the corner of 132 ndStreet, Ebony began to run as fast as she could in a tight skirt and heels. As the men hit the corner they began to run after her.

Two doors down from her building, Ebony fell but got up quickly. But it was too late. They were on her now. She stumbled to her stairs and fell again. She turned and looked into the face of her attacker, who stood over her with a gun pointed at her.

"No! Please don’t! NO!"

Kenny Lucas ordered another drink and thought about the old days. He had worked for Mike Black for years. Back when somebody was trying to kill Shy, it was Kenny who provided Black with the information that put them on to James Kerns, and he was the key to it all. "The hit was set up then. But it didn’t get paid for until a week or so later in Detroit."

"You get a description?" Shy asked.

"Not a good one: Black man wearin’ a hat and sunglasses, about five-eight, maybe five-ten."

"That’s it?" Black asked.

"There’s a place in Brooklyn, a chop shop. Guy there named James Kerns is supposed to have arranged the meet with Leon." Because of that piece of information, Shy was able to find and eliminate her enemies.

After Black and Shy got married and left for the Bahamas, Freeze took over and Kenny became one of his top lieutenants.

And then Freeze died.

There were a lot of people that blamed Nick for Freeze’s death. It was the night that Mylo, who turned out to be a rogue DEA agent, tried to fix the Middle Weight Championship. When that didn’t go his way, Mylo tried to get away. Nick and Freeze caught up to him, but neither Nick nor Freeze thought to take Mylo’s gun.

Mylo knew that if he went anywhere with Nick and Freeze they would kill him. He reached for his gun and turned to Freeze. The move caught both Nick and Freeze off guard. Mylo fired two shots to Freeze’s stomach.

The crowd ran for cover at the sound of gunfire and Mylo ran away with them. Freeze grabbed his stomach and fell into Nick’s arms.

"Don’t let him get away, Nick," Freeze told Nick as he laid Freeze on the ground.

"I’m not leaving you," Nick said to Freeze before he died. And even though Nick found and killed Mylo three days later, Freeze was still dead, and there were those in Black’s organization that hold Nick responsible, and Kenny Lucas was one of them.

Kenny had finished his drink and was about to leave the club when Bo Freeman came and sat down next to him. Before Freeze died, Bo was his enforcer.

Freeze brought Bo in, taught him the game. Then Bo got arrested and did five years for criminal possession of stolen property, illegal possession of a vehicle identification number plate, and conspiracy. It wasn’t too long after he got out that Freeze put Bo in place, running the cloning operation.

When Nick let Freeze die.

Like a lot of people, Bo thought that when Freeze was killed that Black would tap him to takeover. And like Kenny, Bo was one of the people that thought Nick was responsible for Freeze’s death.

Bo ordered a round of drinks and Kenny ordered the next two. After awhile the subject turned, as it usually did when Bo was around, to Nick.

"That and the fact that I don’t think the mutha fucka is up to the job. Too busy chasin’ that young pussy around to be about his job," Bo said and turned up his drink. He signed to the bartender to bring them another round.

"Sounds like you want some of that young pussy," Kenny said and finished his drink.

"The bitch got body, but all I’m sayin’ is Freeze never let ho’s get in the way of business."

The bartender poured another round. "True." Kenny held up his glass. "But them days you talkin’ about is gone. Freeze is dead. Black and Bobby are businessmen. So whether you and me think that Nick was careless and should have taken Mylo’s gun, that nigga runs this shit now."

"Well, maybe I ain’t all that satisfied with Nick’s leadership."

"And I guess you think you could do a better job?"

"I know I can."

Kenny took a sip of his drink and shook his head. "So why don’t you kill Nick and step up," he said and laughed a little.