The Mike Black Saga; MOB Read Online Free PDF

Murray into the corner and put the gun to his head. “You better come correct on this job right here, right now, or you gonna die wishin’ you had.”
    “Travis, please!” Murray screamed as he dropped to his knees.
    Travis smiled and laughed to himself. He didn’t think Ronnie would really kill Murray, but there was no point carrying it any further than it had gone. He and Jackie stepped up behind Ronnie from either side. Jackie grabbed Ronnie around the shoulders while Travis put his hand gently on the barrel of his gun. “Don’t kill him, Ronnie. Just give me the gun and it will all work out,” Travis said calmly. Ronnie slowly moved the barrel away from Murray’s head and handed it to Travis. “Thank you.” Travis helped Murray get up from the floor and walked him back to the table. He handed the gun back to Ronnie and pulled out his own. “Sit down, Murray.”
    Murray removed a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. Maybe Travis knew Ronnie wouldn’t kill him, but Murray thought he was going to die. He sat down at the table and looked at the gun that was now in Travis’s hand. He looked around the room. Jackie had let Ronnie go and now she also had her gun in hand. Murray turned quickly to Travis. “One-two-five, Travis. Please. I’m cutting my own throat here.”
    “One-two-five is good, Murray.” Travis smiled and put away his gun. “In small bills, if you don’t mind.”
    With money in hand, they left Murray’s and drove off. Travis sat quietly in the back seat, counting the money and listening to Jackie and Ronnie argue. Once again, he was lost in his thoughts. Although he didn’t believe that Ronnie was really going to kill Murray, the possibility did exist. Ronnie was becoming more and more un-predictable every day. He and Jackie had always had their disagreements, but they were occurring much more frequently. And that day’s events only proved to be another point of contention between the two.
    Maybe it’s time to quit?
    The words rolled around in his mind, over and over again. Maybe it was time to find a way to make it out of the game. They had been doing this thing for the last two years. They had made plenty of money during that time. 
    Travis reached forward and handed Ronnie his cut of the day’s job. “Here you go, Ronnie.” He handed a stack to Jackie. “That’s for you, Jackie.”
    “I think I should get a bonus for drivin’ us out of Ronnie’s mess,” Jackie said with a laugh.
    “Ronnie,” Travis said, “I think Jackie has a point.” Travis counted off two thousand dollars and handed it to Jackie. “That’s two grand. Thanks for gettin’ us out of there.”
    “Shit. All right,” Ronnie said reluctantly. “Here. Thanks.”
    “I was only kiddin’ y’all, but thanks,” Jackie said and continued laughing.
    The $37,500 that they had each earned that day was about average for the jobs they did. In that time, Travis had built himself a nice house in Connecticut, bought a timeshare in Freeport and had $75,000 in an account in the Cayman Islands. That’s not enough to retire on. A half million or so is what I need to have before I even consider retiring. Just a few more jobs with no mistakes, and I’ll be set. But maybe it’s time to quit.
    “Where to now, Travis?”
    “To Cuisine. I might as well give Freeze his taste now and get it over with.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    With Mike Black out of the business and Bobby Ray being semi-retired, Freeze now had complete control of the New York operation. Black put Freeze in charge of Cuisine, a small supper club that offered fine dining, an intimate atmosphere, and a small dance floor. It featured Que, a jazz combo with a female vocalist. Until Freeze took over, that is. With Freeze running the supper club, what was an intimate atmosphere had begun to change when Freeze began conducting business there. More and more of Freeze’s “business associates” began to frequent the establishment