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asked.
    “You’ll see. Now move it.”
    Knowing his people perfectly, JB couldn’t miss the tension that was present during the dialog. These two had never meant much for JB or his business, no matter what they thought. All the same, the gangster part of him was furious about their betrayal. He needed to get rid of them but to do that in a way that wouldn’t hurt the plan.
     
    While the associates were busy making phone calls, the boss had some time for his preparation. He went back to the bedroom, where his ammunition was. On the move, JB took off his t-shirt to throw it on the bed. Heavy muscles appeared on his strong body, all covered in ink. The largest of the tattoos was his initials ‘JB’ that covered his back from top to bottom. There was the one on his neck. It was a ‘G’ sign with the writing ‘nothing but a G thang’ around it. Under his right arm another tattoo – a large blood stain drawn in red ink, with two handprints inside of it. Number ‘22’ on the left shoulder and a sinister-like face with the writing ‘Dr. Evil’ on the right. His left forearm had a pentagram on it and the words ‘say hello to the devil.’ His torso itself had some scars on it: a few bullet marks and one deep stab trace in the left hip area.
    The big guy came to the wardrobe. There were a couple light bulletproof vests along with several fresh t-shirts inside. He took a thin wrapping singlet from the shelf to put on. Then he put a vest over his torso. He tightened it so hard, it was hard to breathe for a second. A wide white t-shirt covered his massive body and its protection.. Then JB put on a white du-rag, the precious chain with his initials, and checked his overall look. The pistol went behind his back. When everything was ready JB took the jacket and left the room.
    Moving along the hallway, the gangster knocked on the next room’s door, a woman’s voice responded. He opened it to look inside.
    “Jess, it’s time to leave."
    The pretty young woman was just putting on her t-shirt over a slim half naked body when JB looked inside.
    “I’m ready, B,” she said and immediately walked out of the room, passing him by.
    Just as the girl left, JB came to the wall's digital panel near the stairs. He entered the code and pushed the button. A thin greenish acid gas started to fill up the second floor.
     
    The men gathered in the kitchen. The head of the gang was explaining his plan to the subordinates. They were just about to wrap up.
    “So, you wanna take all of our product, guns, and real estate to sell it to Big Dog’s gang?” Tyris asked, filling in the blanks.
    “That’s right. We do that, and when the feds get to our hood with an investigation, they are gonna be Dog’s problem, not ours.”
    They all were drinking coffee, but only JB’s cup was half empty, others were much more occupied with the discussion than enjoying the beverage. Tyris seemed to find it hard to believe in the success of such an operation.
    “So, you wanna take all of our product, guns, and real estate to sell it to Big Dog’s gang?” Tyris asked once more with each word put exactly as before implying that the idea seemed silly to him.
    “You got it right. Again…”
    “It’s madness!” the associate resented.
    As a response JB took a sip and shrugged.
    “Whatcha gonna do with da paper?” Markus asked.
    “Giving it to the men.”
    “The men?” Markus wondered.
    “Yeah. We have twenty-five dudes, it’s gonna be about ninety-two large for each. Look at it as dismissal pay. It has to be enough to stay low for a while.”
    Tyris and Markus looked at each other evaluating shared dislike of the situation.
    “You’re the boss…” Tyris pushed through his teeth.
    It was new for them. They both were under an impression that all the money was meant to be divided among three of them as gang’s superiors. But they wouldn’t dare to argue, JB wasn’t a kind of guy to argue with.
    Bridgers got up.
    “Oh, one more thing…