"So, I’m listening," Kenny said, even though he knew that no matter what Cruz had to offer, he wouldn’t be interested. There was no question of his loyalty to Black, but Kenny thought he needed to know what Cruz was planning.

"You come work for me. I could pay you twice what Black does."

"That’s not gonna happen; and if you try to move uptown, Black will crush you like the roach you are," Kenny said and turned to walk away.

"Don’t walk away from me," Cruz said and grabbed Kenny by the arm.

Kenny pulled out his gun and shoved it in Cruz’s face. "You ever touch me again, I’ll kill you," he said, and Cruz let go of his arm.

"This ain’t over," Cruz said as Kenny walked away.

"Yeah, and your mama ain’t a two-dollar ho." Kenny gathered his men and they left the club.

"Yeah," Cruz said and drained his glass. "You one mutha fucka that’s gonna have to be dealt with."

Outside the club, Kenny and Luke got in Luke’s car. Luke’s men got in another car and followed them from the club. They had driven a few blocks when another car cutoff the car with Luke’s men, and ran them into the cars parked along the side of the street.

Luke looked in his rearview mirror at the accident and was about to turn around to see if either of his men were hurt. He saw two men get out and open fire on the car. "Did you see that shit," Luke yelled, when a Ford 350 pulled up behind his car. The big truck slammed into his rear end.

"What the fuck?" Luke said.

Kenny looked back. "Here they come again," he yelled as the 350 rammed them again. "Get us out of here," Kenny encouraged.

Luke stepped on the gas and tried to get away from the truck, but the truck kept coming. The 350 slammed into their car again. The force of the impact forced Luke to hit his head on the steering wheel.

The truck stayed on the car’s tail and ran it off the street into a telephone pole. Kenny and Luke jerked forward and were forced back by the impact of the airbags. Three men got out of the truck armed with AK-47s and opened fire. Luke got out of the car and was immediately hit in the shoulder. Luke dropped his gun. Then he caught another round in his thigh. Luke went down.