“You don’t?” K Murder asked in surprise.

“Not at all,” Cash assured, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before K Murder would get tired of Stark’s arrogant ass and kill him.

By that time, The Commission would be organized and consolidated. He would be the one to see that it happened, in the interest of The Commission, of course.

“Then it’s settled,” Stark said with a confident smile on his face. “I call this meeting of The Commission to order.”

Only Cash was smiling too.

Now, Cash sat in the backseat of his Lexus on his way home with his new woman, CeCe, at his side. And he was still smiling, as over the past few months he’d seen his plan working just as he thought it would. There was already friction and mistrust between Stark and K Murder. Earlier that evening he ran into a few of BB’s people and they told him that the crew was in disarray under BB’s leadership.

As the Lexus turned down his street, it passed by a dark blue Ford 500.

“Team one to team two.” the occupant of the Ford said into his headset.

“Go ahead,” was team two’s response.

“Subject vehicle has entered the box.”

“Acknowledged, I have them. They’re pulling up in front of the building now. Stand by.”

“Acknowledged. Team one standing by.”

Once Cash’s lieutenant, Sly, put the car in park, two men came out of the building, walked down the steps and approached the car. The younger one went around and took the keys from Sly. Palmer, Cash’s other lieutenant, opened the back door for CeCe to get out. He extended his hand to her and she stepped out of the car.

CeCe winked at him and he whispered, “I’ma tear that ass up when I get it.”

CeCe giggled. “I’ll call you in the morning,” she said quietly as Cash came around from the other side of the car. She was a statuesque beauty that processed the type of raw sexuality that made men fall at her feet, and Palmer was no exception. CeCe knew that a lot would have to happen before she’d let Palmer see her naked thigh, much less get some pussy. But there was no harm in flirting.