Danny picked up King Kong’s gun and looked at him, unsure of what he should do.
Suddenly, a loud horn resounded in the air. Everyone jumped out of the way of the speeding motorcycle that came to a stop at King Kong’s feet. “What’s going on here?” Saddam asked, jumping off the bike to stand in front of his boss.
“He got into it with the reverend, and then he started to act weird,” Danny informed him. “I don’t know what he’s looking up at because I can’t see a thing.”
Saddam followed King Kong’s gaze, and he didn’t see anything either. “Come on, King. Let’s get you inside.” He placed one hand on King Kong’s shoulder.
“Pastor... up in the sky. Do you see him?” King Kong mumbled some more mumbo jumbo before Saddam and Danny led him back toward the restaurant.
At the restaurant entrance, Danny turned around. “Obeah man,” he screamed, referring to a person who practiced witchcraft. “Get out of here before I finish what King Kong started.” But even his voice faltered a little. Danny glanced up into the beautiful blue sky before slamming the restaurant door shut.
Reverend Stanford and the people stared at the closed door for a few seconds. Many were wondering what in heaven’s name just happened to the big bad gorilla.
“Okay, everyone. I apologize for that little misunderstanding.” Reverend Stanford smiled at the people. “You see now why I have to serve the Lord? Psalm 105:15 says, ‘Saying, Touch not mine anointed, and do my prophets no harm.’ No enemy is too bad for God to handle! Hallelujah!”
Hallelujahs and amens rang out. The unbelievers were in wonder and the believers in praise.
Chapter Ten
“Old dog like me, we haffi have dem inna twos an three...” Dance hall king Beenie Man proclaimed with no shame to his game. Loud, rhythmic reggae music blared through loudspeakers as the crowd made the moves to the popular fun dances. Boisterous laughter and animated chatter, induced by the rapid flow of alcohol and the power of marijuana, reverberated around the club. Scantily clad women wearing miniskirts, short shorts, skintight pants, halter tops, and supershort dresses moved their hips to the beat of the music. The lustful men in their baggy jeans, name brand T-shirts and sneakers, silk shirts, and tailored pants watched in appreciation.
As couples grinded on each other, pumping and salivating in musical bliss, Suave watched in amusement. Leaning against the wall in a dark corner reserved for him and his crew, he puffed away on a spliff before taking a sip from the glass of Hennessey. Clad in black from head to toe, he blended in with the dark venue as intended.
It was Queen Bee’s annual birthday bash at the Asylum Club in New Kingston. Many said she was turning sixty, but Queen Bee got stuck at thirty years old many moons ago.
“You okay, Boss? Want me to refresh that for you?” one of Suave’s soldiers inquired of him, his hand outstretched for the glass.
Suave gave it to him and watched as he reached into a big bucket on the ground that was filled with bottles of Hennessey. The young man took out a new bottle and popped opened the cork. He refilled Suave’s glass and handed it back to him.
“Yo, hit me up again too,” Daddy Lizard said as he rocked his hips from side to side to the music, blowing weed smoke in the air.
Suave, Cobra, Daddy Lizard, and about ten of their soldiers were in the house. A supposedly gun-free venue, Suave and his men paid a hefty price for the bouncers at the door to look the other way. Needless to say, the men were heavily armed.
“Now, this is what I call a party.” Suave bobbed his head up and down to the beat of the music, the rest of his body as stiff as a corpse. He looked across the room and made eye contact with a young, dark-skinned woman. She was wearing a pair of shorts that exposed her big buttocks leaving little to the imagination. Unconcerned about a wardrobe malfunction, the woman bent over with her head almost touching her ankles, her huge breasts fighting hard to stay in the low cut blouse, her booty jiggling in the air.
Suave began to perspire, and it wasn’t because of the warm, close quarters of the club. He gobbled down the rest of his Hennessy and handed the glass to a worker for a refill.
“You see how little mama is watching you?” Daddy Lizard whispered in Suave’s ear. “You want me to call her over?”
“Nah, maybe later.” Suave was aware of many of the women scoping him out. A few were exes, and others were prospects. A player to the end, he didn’t want to single out any one woman in public, so he kept everything neutral and partied with his crew.
“It’s almost time,” Cobra muttered in Suave’s ear. “I just got a text message that everything’s in place, and it’s a go when you say so.”
Suave nodded his head. “Do it.”
Cobra stepped away to make a call with Suave’s instruction. A minute later, he returned and winked at both Suave and Daddy Lizard. The deed was done.
* * *
The door almost kicked off its hinges and exploded against the wall. Screams echoed from the living room as three armed, masked men rushed in with guns drawn.
“Hands in the air!”
“Nobody move, nobody gets hurt!”
Mother Bloom stood to her trembling, arthritic feet, her aged back bent, with her hands in the air. Tears ran down her weathered face as she stared at the intruders in her home. “Wha... What do you want?” her voice shook.
They ignored her. One of the gunmen turned to the old man sitting on the couch, watching the late-night news without concern. “Old man, get to your feet now,” the gunman yelled.
Elder Bloom turned his droopy face to look at him. Without saying a word, he nestled farther back into the couch and crossed his legs in defiance. “You don’t break into my house and give me orders.”
“Elder, please do as he says,” Mother Bloom begged her stubborn husband. “I don’t want any problems.”
But Elder Bloom sucked his teeth and folded his arms. He wasn’t moving.
The gunman said, “You hear what—”
“Let’s just get the stuff and get out of here,” another gunman remarked. “I’ll watch these two while you go take care of business.” He pointed his gun at Mother Bloom, his eyes going back and forth between her and Elder Bloom.
“Where are you going?” Elder Bloom screamed at the backs of the other two gunmen as they exited the living room. “Get your sorry behinds back here.” He jumped to his feet, took a step, but stopped when the gun was turned on him.
“Don’t move another step,” the gunman who remained behind warned. “We don’t want to hurt you, Grandpa. Relax.”
“I’m not your grandpa!” Elder Bloom stomped his feet in anger.
Elder Bloom was Saddam’s grandpa, one of King Kong’s main soldiers. He and his wife of sixty years, Mother Bloom, raised Saddam after his parents were killed in a car accident when he was only ten years old.
The couple lived in Ensom City, Spanish Town, in the same house they bought over forty years ago. They were active members of their church and well known to everyone in their community. However, they harbored one deep, dark secret that placed them in the situation they were now in. In the kitchen, under the big six-burner cooking stove, was a deep cellar filled with tons of marijuana, cocaine, and bundles of money. This was King Kong’s biggest stash.
After waiting two months, Suave was now using the information he got from Danny. He knew this financial loss would bring King Kong to his knees while keeping Suave at the top of the game where he currently sat. Suave also chose this night because he, Cobra, and