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with cocaine. Although Trion wanted to speak on the matter, he knew that now wasn’t the time or place. He decided that he would address it later. Speaking in his usual slow southern drawl, Smoke informed the others that he had found Zion’s car parked next to the harbor, and that he had planted some explosives under it. Smiling at the thought of the war ending quickly, Carlos checked his fire arms taking their safeties off before holstering them, and taking another sip of his drink.
    Making her way over to Trion, Tasha paused, looking into his eyes before kissing him on the lips. Stepping back, she felt her nerves begin to rattle as she spoke.
    “Baby Zion has four body guards inside of the V.I.P, and all of them have guns. I told my girls that we’re going to work our way to the stage in ten minutes, that’s your best chance to make your move. The back exit door leads to the back parking lot where his car is, so you’re going to have to move fast.”
    Hearing the math, Smoke added,
    “there are two shooters lingering in the parking lot. I’ll take care of them …”
    Satisfied with the plans, Trion allowed Tasha and Smoke to go play their positions while he and Carlos pulled their weapons and prepared to enter the hallway. Just as Carlos was about to open the door, he heard a knock and some giggling coming from the other side. Quickly concealing their weapons, Carlos cracked the door and saw three seductive sisters standing in the hallway. Smiling, one of the ladies spoke,
    “Hey sexy. You need some company?”
    Although he was tempted Carlos declined, and allowed the ladies to clear the hallway before he and Trion emerged and drew their guns.
    As they silently approached the outside of Zion’s room, only a few voices could be heard inside, so they knew that Tasha and her friends had left the room. Feeling the rush of adrenalin numbing their nerves, Trion and Carlos poured into the room and the fireworks began. Caught slightly by surprise, Zion grabbed his revolver from the table next to a mound of cocaine, and fired a few shots before making a dash for the exit door.
    As the gunfire ensued, bodies dropped as bullets ripped through the air claiming lives. In the midst of the melee, Zion flew out of the back door like his life depended on it; and it did. Seeing their boss running for his life, the dreads who were standing in the parking lot drew their weapons. As they opened fire making their way to Zion’s car, one of them jumped in the driver’s seat and placed the keys in the ignition, while bullets from Smoke’s A.R 15 knocked chunks out of the car’s metal frame.
    When the young dread turned the key in the ignition, that was the last thing he did. The car exploded into a ball of fire sending shudders through the concrete, disturbing everyone’s balance. Just then, Zion’s right hand man Tecko sped around the corner forming a barrier between Zion and the gunfire. Tasting his only opportunity to escape, Zion dove into the back cab of the truck Tecko was driving while taking a hit in the shoulder by a high caliber shell.
    “Jah!”
    Zion screamed in pain as the bullet knocked a golf ball sized hole out of his flesh.
    Barley escaping with his life, Zion cursed himself knowing that his life had almost found its end. Someone had to pay for this, but who? Zion had no idea who had made an attempt on his life, however; he did think he had recognized the two shooters who had busted into the V.I.P room. The only thing that puzzled him was, where did he know them from; and why did they want him dead?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
    SLIPPERS COUNT
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The next day as Trion and Tasha lay in bed in his condo in North Tampa, the news come on. Turning up the volume in the 90-inch TV mounted on the bedroom wall, they both listened intently as the anchor woman disclosed the events from the night before. As the news cameras flashed pictures of the bullet ridden club,