Black Emerald

"Damn, Lenny get over here quick and bring the boys with you." Kavasia says, his high now blown, he alerted Ron to the situation. After his conversation with Lenny he knew something was wrong. Now doubling back, we were coming full strength on the tilt. Guns, being cocked and silencers being placed, was the only noise fitting the quiet void of the ride.

We finally pulled alongside of Plato’s ranch’s rear entry. My people filed form the car like well-trained troops. In a blur, like the first seconds of an ambush it was mostly over. With my cane in hand I slowly made my way over to Rush’s position, where Ron Plato was laying alongside a slain Kavasia.

I glanced at Mojo, whom handed me his piece. I could feel the heat, the steal chemistry in my palm as I griped it. I raised the gun slowly.

"Black, Black," Ron says gasping for breath, in his final minutes he was going to beg. Shameful chump, his begging was fueling my hatred. "It wasn’t me, it was Crusian, it was all his doing. Berlin, BaiRute all his doing." Ron says, a sweat pours in streams down his cheeks. I saw the flames of Shay’s Point reflecting in his eyes.

Everything went silent; the gun burst with open rage, the first bullet hit his dome, killing his physical being. The gun bursts two more times; these two bullets aimed for the heart to kill his soul. Rush quickly cleared everyone out; we were on our way to the airport. Korlane left the tickets there for us, the ride there, no one spoke, we still had a long journey ahead of us.

I intend on enjoying the sights, and things in San Francisco.

Daylight broke across New York, BaiRute and his team was up early. Tate was on the phone with Ashton, setting up a date with him to meet. BaiRute was to shoot a bribe to Ashton, whom I was hoping would turn the 2.4 million down and go green-eyed. BaiRute was purposely seducing the beautiful Baby Boston, just to skim for information.

Boston was smooth, BaiRute was sharp with is words, leaving Boston’s mind wet with linguistical images. Boston smiled and then with an iniquitous inkling, she let him know to come home with her. A new plot was brewing; the main source was Carlito. Keeping an eye on the situation, were James and Jaisen whom followed Boston and BaiRute’s progress.

On the other side of town, I was on the phone with Tate.

"Yo, I don’t know if he’s going to go for this shit." Tate says lowly, in his voice he didn’t want Ashton to. It sounded as if he knew what I was planning. If so he was sharper than I thought.