Free The Mike Black Saga; Payback by Roy Glenn

waiting for Bobby to return. It was at that point that he remembered Freeze said he needed to talk to him about Bobby.
    After about a half-hour of waiting, Mike finally picked up the phone and called Bobby on his cell phone. On the fourth ring, a female voice tentatively answered.
    "Sorry," Mike said. "I must have the wrong number."
    As he was about to hang up the phone, the female said, "You wanna talk to Bobby?"
    "Yes," a confused Mike answered.
    "Hold on."
    In the background, Mike could hear her whispering, "Bobby, Bobby, wake up. Bobby, come on. Bobby, wake the fuck up, nigga," she said a little louder. "I think it’s Black on the phone."
    A half-asleep Bobby took the phone. "Hello."
    "I’m at Cuisine, man, waiting for you. What the fuck are you doin’?"
    "Huh."
    "What the fuck are you doin’?" Mike said louder.
    "Mike?"
    "Yeah. I’m at Cuisine waiting for you. What the fuck are you doin’, man?"
    "Damn, I’m on my way," Bobby said quickly and hung up the phone before Mike got a chance to at least ask him how long he would be.
    Thirty minutes later, Bobby burst into the office at Cuisine. "You ready?"
    "I was ready an hour ago."
    "Where are we goin’?"
    "Let’s just ride. I need to get out of here. I can’t just sit here and do nothing," Mike said as he got up and followed Bobby out of the office.
    Once they were in Bobby’s car, Mike asked, "You wanna tell me about it, or you gonna make me ask?"
    "Tell you about what, Mike?"
    "Who was that woman answering your phone, and how did she know that it was me callin’ you?" Mike asked, knowing that this was probably what Freeze wanted to tell him about.
    "Her name is Cat. "
    "That’s it? Her name is Cat? This Cat woman, whoever the fuck she is, is answering your fuckin’ phone while you’re sleeping, Bob. And all you got to say is her name is Cat?"
    "Okay, okay, she a friend of mine."
    "No shit. You fuckin’ her?"
    Bobby looked at Mike in silent response.
    " You fuckin’ around on Pam?"
    Once again, Bobby’s response was silent.
    "I don’t believe it. After all these years, you fuckin’ around on Pam." Mike looked at Bobby, shaking his head.
    "What?" Bobby said as he drove. "You gonna sit there and tell me that you ain’t fuckin’ any of those island hoes"
    "No."
    "Get the fuck outta here. All them fine-ass Bahamian bitches—and the tourists, let’s not forget about the tourists—coming up in your spot, all tanned and topless, and you gonna tell me that you ain’t fuckin’ none of them?"
    "No. The last woman that I fucked, other than my wife, was Melinda."
    "Get the fuck outta here. Or has Melinda been down to the island?"
    "No, Bobby, she hasn’t been to the island, at least not that I know of."
    "I didn’t think so. She’s been fuckin’ around with Curl these days."
    "Curl? She’s fuckin’ that nigga?" Coincidence?
    "I guess she’s just a gangster’s girl," Bobby said with a laugh.
    "What’s up with that bitch-ass gangster anyway? You don’t think that somebody must be backin’ him up?"
    "Since Nick killed Chilly, D-Train grew some balls and finally left 205 th Street."
    "You don’t think that’s a little strange?"
    "Maybe it’s Melinda backin’ him up," Bobby joked. "Maybe she’s pissed off that you dumped her for Shy, and this is her revenge."
    Mike laughed along with him. "I don’t think so. That’s a great combination, no balls and no brains."
    Bobby’s cell phone rang. "What’s up?" Bobby answered.
    "I need to see you," Cat said.
    "I told you I got something to do. I’ll get with you later."
    "I know what you said, but I need to see you now. Just come by here. You fell asleep and didn’t finish what you started."
    Bobby’s cell beeped with a call on the other line. He looked at the display. "Look, I got another call coming. I’ll get with you later," he said and clicked to the other line. "What’s up?"
    "Bobby, this is Angelo. Is Mikey with you?"
    "He’s right here, Angelo, " Bobby said and handed Mike the