Roy Glenn - In A Cold Sweat

“What now?” Monika asked.

“Take me to Cynt's. She’ll know how to contact Black.”

Mike Black

It has been a long day and an even longer week, but I was havin’ a ball. It was just like old times. Me and Bobby had been ridin’, lookin’ for this nigga Stark. He had gone underground and nobody had seen or heard from him or this other mutha fucka I heard was down with him.

With nothin’ else to go on, I decided to run down CeCe and see if she had given my message to Stark. She wasn’t hard to find. CeCe had been leavin’ messages for me with anybody with a pulse that she needed to talk to me, but wouldn’t say what it was about. I guess she didn’t want Cash’s people thinkin’ she was the one who set Cash up. The whole situation would be funny if it wasn’t me these youngsters were trying to kill. I was glad that I had taken Michelle to stay with my mother. I couldn’t be out here like this if I had to worry about her.

I rolled up on CeCe at the same place I found her the last time, on the dance floor, makin’ that big, juicy ass she was carrying bounce. And just like last time, I stood where I knew she would see me, and once I got her attention, I pointed toward the bar.

CeCe smiled and nodded her head and I went to the bar to wait for her. I grabbed a seat at the bar and watched her dance. Me and Bobby were on our second shot of Remy when she finally dragged herself off the dance floor. “You’re a hard man to find,” CeCe said and kissed me on the cheek.

“What was that for?”

“Just somethin’ I been thinkin’ ’bout doin’ since the last time I saw you.” CeCe leaned closer to me. “Only when I’m thinkin’ ’bout kissin’ you, it ain’t on the cheek.”

“I’ll give you two some privacy,” Bobby said and started to get up.

“No,” I told him and he sat back down. CeCe was wearin’ a tight black V-neck top that displayed an ample amount of cleavage and some jeans that looked like they were painted on her. She looked good, damn good, but I wasn’t here for that, even though the more I looked at her, the more interested I was. But she didn’t need to know that. All she needed to know is that I wanted Stark. “You talk to Stark yet?”

“Yeah, I talked to him at K's funeral,” CeCe told me.

“You tell him what I said?”

“Yep. He said if you ain’t got no problems wit’ him, then he got none wit’ you.” Then CeCe smiled and I wondered why. “He said he won’t fuck wit’ you and what you do as long as you don’t fuck wit’ him and what he got goin’. He said he ain’t got nothin’ to do wit’ what Cash or K’s boyz do. But he ain’t goin’ to no damn meeting. That ain’t happenin’.”

That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear and I guess she knew that, and that’s why she was smiling. She did tell me that Billy Banner was the fourth member of this so-called Commission. I knew his brother, Darryl, back in the day; he was a standup guy, as Angelo would say. The way I get it, Billy was nothing more than a placeholder. Darryl still ran the crew from his cell. I respected him, so I got a message to him about what was going on between me and his brother.

It took less than a day for word to come back to me that Darryl knew nothin’ about his crew being part of any Commission. The word was that they were lookin’ for Billy ’cause he bounced with all the money and product.

The week wasn’t a total loss. CeCe told me who it was that pulled the drive-by on me and Bobby. “They tryin’ to make rep, tellin’ anybody who’ll listen.”

And then CeCe told me where I could find them. “You sure about this?” I asked her.

“Yes, baby. I’m sure. I would never lie to you,” CeCe said and pressed up against me. In my predator days, there was a rule that I used to live by: If a woman sets it out for me like she was doin’, she would get fucked, whether I really wanted her or not. Those days, I didn’t give a fuck; I woulda taken her outta there and fucked her in the first dark spot I could find. And then I’d go do what I had to do. That was then; this is now.

“They been braggin’ ’bout how they almost got y’all”

“Like almost actually counted for something.”

“And how funny it was to see y’all runnin’ like scared bitches,” CeCe continued

At that point, I knew that CeCe was a dangerous woman. She knew exactly what buttons to push. She was the type of woman who could get a weak mutha fucka to do anything she wanted. But I wasn’t no weak mutha fucka.

“So when you and me gonna get together?” she said as sexy as she could.

I stood up and so did Bobby. “When I’m done.” Then I thought about it. “Come with me.” I had no idea what they looked like, but I knew that as soon as me and Bobby walked in the place, that they would recognize us, nut the fuck up, and start blastin’. Takin’ CeCe along would make things easy.

She smiled at me like I told her to come get some dick. “Yes, baby.”

CeCe said that there were three of them and they hung out at a spot on 233 rdstreet. I told her to go inside and tell them that Stark was outside waitin’ for them. “Tell ’em he wants to get back to business with The Commission and he need ’em to step it up.”

“What if they don’t believe me?” CeCe asked.

“Tell ’em you been thinkin’ ’bout it and you wanna fuck all three of ’em,” Bobby said. “All that body you carryin’, they’ll follow you anywhere.”

“At least somebody in here noticed,” CeCe said and got out of the car; and I enjoyed watchin’ her walk.

“You gonna fuck her?” Bobby asked once she was inside. “’Cause if you ain’t, I will.”

“Free country, Bob. You can fuck her if you want her. I don’t give a fuck. I didn’t think she was your type.”

“Why? She got a pussy, don’t she?”

“True. But she ain’t skinny as a rail and she definitely ain’t flat-chested. Ain’t that how you like them?”

“I’m tryin’ to broaden myself; try new things. I’m gettin' older now and I like a little more cushion than I’m used to.”

“I ain’t mad at you.”

We had been waitin’ about half an hour when I looked up and saw CeCe come out the lounge with three niggas trailin’ close behind her. “Where the fuck is she goin’?” Bobby asked.

“How should I know?” When I saw her get in a car with them and pull off, we followed them.

“How you know we can trust her?”

“We don’t,” I said as we followed them down 233 rd.

“I mean she could be leadin’ us into a trap.”

“You wanna back off? Call Freeze or Nick?”

“Hell no. Trap or not, these bastards gonna die tonight.”

We followed them to the Oasis Motel on Boston Rd. “I guess she went with the orgy story,” I said.

“Smart girl.”

They all got out of the car and one of them went to get the room while the other two stayed by the car with CeCe. She saw where we had parked and was lookin’ at me while they felt her up. The look on her face screamed, “What the fuck you waitin’ for?”

I wanted them in a room, chillin’, thinkin’ about gettin' some pussy. I had something special in mind for them. Something that would send a message to Stark and any other nigga that was down with this commission, or who even had dreamt about comin’ after me over this bullshit. I had to let ’em know that I wasn’t somebody that they needed to be fuckin’ with.

“You still ride with the sawed-off and a hunting knife in the trunk?” I asked.

“I never leave home without it,” Bobby replied.

“Good,” I said and put on my gloves.

“Ain’t the shotgun gonna make too much noise?” Bobby asked.