said. I was a wanna be gangster, and I wanted to be down with André.
“But you know it won’t last.”
“It won’t?”
André shook his head. “They’ll be back.” He told me to get in the car and ride with him. While we drove, André said, “Those are small fish. If you want to put a stop to it, you gotta cut off the head.” He told me that they work for a hustler that called himself Chicago. Then he handed me a gun. “You know how to use one of those,” he asked.
I shook my head quickly. I had fired a gun a few times, but I never shot anybody, much less kill somebody, but I wasn’t about to tell André that. If that’s what it took to be down with André, I was in. “It will never stop until you killed him.”
For a couple of weeks I followed Chicago around. Trying to see the best time to hit him. Chicago was a creature of habit; he would leave his house about the same time every day. So I got a friend of mine named Angelo Collette to drive for me. Mainly because Angelo was the only one I knew with a car “That’s where I’ll hit him. Right in front of his house, to send a message. You mess with me at my home, I’ll mess with you at yours.”
“You really gonna whack this guy, Mikey?” Angelo asked when I told him where they were goin’.
“Yeah, Angee. I’m really gonna whack this guy,” I said from the backseat.
Chicago came out of the house heading for his car. Angee started to roll. When they got up on him, I pulled my gun, ready to kill him. But I heard somebody yelled, ‘Daddy take me with you.’ I stopped and looked back, and I saw a little girl standing on the steps looking dead at me.
I couldn’t do it.
Those eyes went right through me. I just told Angee to drive. When I got back to André’s, I was there with Bobby and five women. After the women left I told André and Bobby what happened, and they both had a good laugh. Then he told me and Bobby to go a little bar up on Bronxwood later that night.
André gave us a picture of these two guys, and told them what he wanted done. Since I had just got punked out on a job, André asked if me was sure I can handle it.
“Hell yeah, I can handle it,” I told André that day. I was pretty sure that none of their kids would be hangin’ out with them at the bar.
The rest of the day, neither me or Bobby did much talkin’, which was rare for Bobby. Truth was , we were both nervous, especially since I had just fucked around and couldn’t kill Chicago.
When we get to the spot, the guy at the door won’t let us in. He said that we looked too young to be in there, until Bobby told the man that André sent us. After that it was all good.
Once we got inside and sat down I asked Bobby, “What you tell him that for?”
“It got us in, right?” Bobby said. “And besides, André wants everybody to know it was him behind it.”
I couldn’t argue with his logic.
“Just relax. Have a drink and enjoy yourself,” Bobby said and stared at the lone naked dancer behind the bar. “You ain’t scared are you?”
“No! And don’t you start with me. I heard enough of that shit from Angelo.”
“Angelo.” Bobby shook his head. “Why you hangout with that guy anyway?” Bobby tolerates my friendship with Angee, but he never did like him, and wonders why I do.
“Angelo’s a good guy. Give him a chance. He’s gonna be a good guy to know,” I told Bobby and we waited.
It was two in the morning before the guys we were looking for got there. I tapped Bobby on the shoulder.
“You ready?” I asked and Bobby nodded.
We both put on gloves and stood up.
“Let’s do it,” Bobby said, and we walked toward them at the bar. Once we were standing behind them, it was like time was standing still.
I can’t speak for Bobby, and we never talked about it after it was done, but honestly, its one thing to talk shit about doin’ it, but pullin ’ the trigger and blowin’ a hole in the back of somebody’s head is another. To that point,
“But you know it won’t last.”
“It won’t?”
André shook his head. “They’ll be back.” He told me to get in the car and ride with him. While we drove, André said, “Those are small fish. If you want to put a stop to it, you gotta cut off the head.” He told me that they work for a hustler that called himself Chicago. Then he handed me a gun. “You know how to use one of those,” he asked.
I shook my head quickly. I had fired a gun a few times, but I never shot anybody, much less kill somebody, but I wasn’t about to tell André that. If that’s what it took to be down with André, I was in. “It will never stop until you killed him.”
For a couple of weeks I followed Chicago around. Trying to see the best time to hit him. Chicago was a creature of habit; he would leave his house about the same time every day. So I got a friend of mine named Angelo Collette to drive for me. Mainly because Angelo was the only one I knew with a car “That’s where I’ll hit him. Right in front of his house, to send a message. You mess with me at my home, I’ll mess with you at yours.”
“You really gonna whack this guy, Mikey?” Angelo asked when I told him where they were goin’.
“Yeah, Angee. I’m really gonna whack this guy,” I said from the backseat.
Chicago came out of the house heading for his car. Angee started to roll. When they got up on him, I pulled my gun, ready to kill him. But I heard somebody yelled, ‘Daddy take me with you.’ I stopped and looked back, and I saw a little girl standing on the steps looking dead at me.
I couldn’t do it.
Those eyes went right through me. I just told Angee to drive. When I got back to André’s, I was there with Bobby and five women. After the women left I told André and Bobby what happened, and they both had a good laugh. Then he told me and Bobby to go a little bar up on Bronxwood later that night.
André gave us a picture of these two guys, and told them what he wanted done. Since I had just got punked out on a job, André asked if me was sure I can handle it.
“Hell yeah, I can handle it,” I told André that day. I was pretty sure that none of their kids would be hangin’ out with them at the bar.
The rest of the day, neither me or Bobby did much talkin’, which was rare for Bobby. Truth was , we were both nervous, especially since I had just fucked around and couldn’t kill Chicago.
When we get to the spot, the guy at the door won’t let us in. He said that we looked too young to be in there, until Bobby told the man that André sent us. After that it was all good.
Once we got inside and sat down I asked Bobby, “What you tell him that for?”
“It got us in, right?” Bobby said. “And besides, André wants everybody to know it was him behind it.”
I couldn’t argue with his logic.
“Just relax. Have a drink and enjoy yourself,” Bobby said and stared at the lone naked dancer behind the bar. “You ain’t scared are you?”
“No! And don’t you start with me. I heard enough of that shit from Angelo.”
“Angelo.” Bobby shook his head. “Why you hangout with that guy anyway?” Bobby tolerates my friendship with Angee, but he never did like him, and wonders why I do.
“Angelo’s a good guy. Give him a chance. He’s gonna be a good guy to know,” I told Bobby and we waited.
It was two in the morning before the guys we were looking for got there. I tapped Bobby on the shoulder.
“You ready?” I asked and Bobby nodded.
We both put on gloves and stood up.
“Let’s do it,” Bobby said, and we walked toward them at the bar. Once we were standing behind them, it was like time was standing still.
I can’t speak for Bobby, and we never talked about it after it was done, but honestly, its one thing to talk shit about doin’ it, but pullin ’ the trigger and blowin’ a hole in the back of somebody’s head is another. To that point,
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