“Get y’all a drink?” Mylo offered.

“Whatever you got,” Stark said and took a seat on the couch.

“Mind if I smoke?” BB asked and pulled out a blunt. He smoked blunts like they were cigarettes.

Mylo laughed. “Knock yourself out,” he said before going to get the drinks. When he returned, Stark got to the reason for their visit.

“We decided to take your advice, Mylo,” Stark began.

“Shit, y’all done fucked up now, if you doin’ something I said.” Mylo chuckled.

“Nah, it was good advice,” Stark said. “I know you was drunk-”

“Shit, we all was,” BB said and hit the blunt before passing it to Mylo.

“Before you left you said we stand a better chance coming up against Black if we worked together,” Stark said.

“Organize,” BB added. “Instead of competin’ against each other, we work together; buy together. Get a better price. And if Black comes at us, we be together on that too.”

“Now y’all talkin’ sense. Damn, it was a good idea,” Mylo said. “So who’s in this little boys club?”

“Me, BB, Cash Money and K Murder. We call ourselves The Commission,” Stark announced.

“The Commission, huh?” Mylo asked and laughed a little.

“We wanted to know if you wanted in?” BB asked.

“No thanks. I told you before, fuckin’ with them niggas is bad for your health.” Mylo paused and thought for a minute. “But you can consider me an adviser.”

After they left, Mylo began thinking of ways he could use The Commission to his advantage. The only thing on his mind was making the most of this golden opportunity he had staring him in the face.

When Freeze put Mylo in charge of the high stakes game, it surprised a lot of people, but Mylo had worked hard for it. Little by little, day by day, Mylo had done things to gain Freeze’s confidence.

When the door opened and Freeze walked in at around one in the morning, Mylo sprang to his feet. “What up, Freeze?”