Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 4 by J.M. Benjamin

kind of feel you get.” He changed subjects.
    â€œWhat do you suggest?” Sammy was curious to hear his thoughts.
    â€œWell, for starters, it might be easier for a powerful guy like you to blow up right away in one of the seven cities versus Glen Allen, maybe even Williamsburg or Fredericksburg. Let’s be logical here. Hell, maybe even in Newport News right across the water.”
    Sammy waited until Neiko was done. “In everything I do, I am logical. But I hear where you’re coming from. I’ll look into it,” Sammy abruptly ended and stood up.
    Neiko knew he couldn’t change Sammy’s mind. If that man wanted to do something, he’d do it, he told himself. All Neiko could do was offer his bit of advice and hope that Sammy would find it useful.
    Neiko pushed his chair back and stood. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out his money clip. He peeled a fifty dollar bill from under the clip and placed it on the table as an additional tip. Sammy’s logic had prompted him to leave it. He was touched by it.
    Sammy made a beeline for the exit. Neiko followed. He noticed the two henchmen rise up, and he put a little pep in his step. He trailed a close distance as Sammy Black passed through the tables and booths, until they reached the exit. They stepped out into the Virginia summer heat.
    â€œPleasure as always and thanks.” Neiko extended his hand. The two men shook hands. Sammy tightened his grip.
    â€œI need more information on these two pricks fast, Neiko.” Sammy stared Neiko Bellini in the eyes. “There’s a lot at stake,” he added.
    Neiko Bellini could see the rage mixed with despair in Sammy Black Jr.’s eyes. He had never before seen him look the way he did at that moment. For the first time, Neiko Bellini wondered the actual value of what Treacherous Freeman and Baby Love had stolen from the Blacks’ pawnshop.
    â€œDon’t worry. I’m on it.” Neiko Bellini tightened his grip to match Sammy Black’s. “If they’re in the state of Virginia, I’ll find them,” he boldly stated. “Even if I have to get out there and track them down myself,” he added.

Chapter Seventeen
    Treacherous watched as male and female bodies passed by where he and Baby sat in the car. Tonight they chose to leave their bikes parked.
    â€œYou sure you want to try to get in?” he asked for the umpteenth time. In all honesty, he was actually the one who was not so sure. Crowds were not his thing and neither was the club scene. He had never been to one and didn’t have the desire to go. It was Baby’s idea. She had come up with an entire plan on how they would enjoy what time they had left on the streets.
    They had been lying low ever since they had moved into their own place, but Baby felt like she was suffocating. Being in the mental institution had done something to her. She insisted they get out and enjoy some of their newfound riches in their home state before they up and disappeared from Virginia for a little while. She believed the club would be the last place they looked for her and Treacherous, considering they were not legally old enough to get into any of the top establishments. Baby knew that money talked in VA, so she was hoping it talked their way up into the hot spot that seemed to be full throttle already.
    Treacherous and Baby observed from afar the flow of operation of the club. They saw how security controlled the two separate lines while club promoters checked groups off their lists and escorted them inside the hot spot. Assorted luxury vehicles and bikes continued to pull in and parked in the parking lot. Treacherous caught the name C HANGE L ANE on the backs of the vests of bikers as the social club cruised in. The drivers of a half dozen bikes pulled over and parked beside them while the rest created their own parking spaces. The passengers hopped off the back of the bikes. Treacherous and Baby