“Ain’t nothin’,” Freeze said and spoke with the players at the table before following Mylo into one of the bedrooms in the small house that he used for an office.

The time had finally come for Freeze. He now had complete control of the organization. Freeze had been running things for years, and naturally, he still got advice from Black. But now he was free to operate without any interference from anybody, including Wanda, the lawyer for the organization. Wanda was smart, careful, and just a bit ruthless. In addition to being their lawyer, Wanda managed the legitimate parts of their business and made a small fortune for her partners.

Now Freeze ran the show and he had come to the house to check on things as he did every night.

“What kind of night we havin’, Mylo?”

“Been a good night. Philbert Cunningham done dropped damn near two hundred grand. We are definitely ahead tonight and it’s early,” Mylo reported.

“Good,” Freeze said and looked at Mylo. “I may need you to ride with me tomorrow night.”

“What up?”

“Collect some paper from Danny.”

Mylo snapped his finger a few times. “Danny, Danny, Danny. I’m still tryin’ to put names with faces. Big boy with the bad eye, runs book outta a sub shop on the avenue, right?”

“That’s him. That nigga’s skimmin’.”

“You bullshittin’?” Mylo said and took a seat behind his desk. Freeze sat down in front of him. He sat looking at Freeze for a second. If Freeze thought Danny was skimmin’; that meant he was going to die. And if he wanted Mylo to go with him, that meant he wanted him to kill him.

Mylo had been a DEA agent for six years, working deep cover for five of those. During that time he had never killed anyone. He had always assumed that this day would come and he’d always wondered if he could do it. Could he stand in front of a man, put two in his head and watch him die? Mylo wasn’t sure he could, but he also knew what it would mean if he refused. Freeze would think he was a cop, which after all, he was, and kill him on the spot. That wasn’t gonna happen.