Later that day, Jamal was in the parking lot heading towards his car when someone was watching him from the shadows. It was one of Billy Berretti's men that was sent to physically hurt or kill Jamal while his back is turned. He carried his gun with him and was ready to strike. As he was following Jamal, he realized that Jamal was walking slower so he was very cautious to not get caught. When Jamal turns the corner, the guy snickers and pulls his gun out. When he himself turns the corner, Jamal was nowhere to be seen. He looks all around and see no one until he hears a scrapping sound coming from one of the cars that was in front of him. Holding the gun close to him, he rushes toward the cars. He goes to the front of one of the cars passenger side and tries to take a peak to see if Jamal was inside. But he wasn't.
"Believe me," said Jamal, as he stands behind the guy. "This is gonna hurt you much more, than its gonna hurt me."
Just as the guy smiles and turns around to point a gun at him, Jamal takes the guys arm holding the gun and he snaps it back breaking it instantly. The guy screams bloody murder.
"Why thank you," said Jamal, as takes the gun from his hand.
Then Jamal punches the guy hard in the face with his free hand, and the guy slams into the car, nearly breaking the window on the drivers side. He sides painfully to the ground. Then Jamal backs up and points the gun toward guy.
"Man, you suck as a stalker," said Jamal with his signature smile. "Now, let's spill the tea, shall we."
The guy grunted in pain. He was starting to bleed from his forehead.
"And by the looks of you, you must be one of Berretti's men who he hired to take me out, correct?"
"Yeah!" said the guy, through agony.
"Say, what's your name, dude?" asked Jamal, studying the guy, but kept the gun pointed at him.
"Ramon!" the guy grunted loudly.
"Alright, Ramon," said Jamal. "I will send you some help if you cooperate with me okay?"
Ramon nodds slowly.
"Alright, now tell me the real reason that he send you to attack me?"
"B-Berretti's is coming for you, holmes," said Ramon. "He coming for you and your family."
"That's definately not a shocker," said Jamal. "I take that he didn't like the my little hanged man routine. I thought he would've liked the better view of the city skyline."
"You better watch you back, man," said Ramon. "The boss kind of switch his gears, he wants to wipe all you cats out so he can conquer your company once in for all."
"Is that so?" asked Jamal.
"Man, this dude is no joke," said Ramon.
"What's his next plan?" asked Jamal.
Ramon huffs as he stares up at the ceiling before speaking.
"it's not going to be good bro," Ramon said shaking his head. He plans on coming here with the rest of our crew to bring havoc and chaos to all of you people, man."
"When are they going to show up?" asked Jamal.
"Friday morning," said Ramon, trying to sit up.
"That soon huh?" said Jamal.
"He's trying to catch you guys off guard," said Ramon. "That way it would be so easy for him to do what he needs to do."
"Unfortunately for him, I'm not the easiest guy to deal with." said Jamal.
"You don't know what you're up against," said Ramon. "He said he will do anything to take over this company. Even if that means killing people that you love."
Jamal then briefly walks slowly backwards to where he left his belongings. He slowly puts the gun down while eyeing Ramon. He goes into his briefcase and takes out his black checkbook. He then takes a pen out of the coat of is suit, and quickly wrote out a check. Ramon stared at Jamal like he has three heads. After Jamal was finished he carefully rips out the check and places the checkbook back in to the suitcase. He then picks up the gun with his other hand and walks steadily back to Ramon.
"Do you have a cell phone on you?" Jamal asked.
"Yeah...why?" grunted Ramon.
"Hand it over," demanded Jamal.
With his other free arm, Ramon takes the cell phone out his phone and he pushes it on the floor towards Jamal. With the gun still aimed at Ramon, Jamal then gets closer to Ramon and tosses the check, with lands on Ramon's lap. Still in pain from his broken arm, Ramon tries to sit up correctly and picks up the check with his free right arm and looked at it. His eyes widened when he saw the amount of money that was given to him.
"Holy Sh-," Ramon tried to say.
"That's right," said Jamal. "I just bought you out of your organization. Just a little gift for cooperating with me. Oh, and I kind of put in a little bit extra for that broken arm, and your slight concussion."
Ramon sighed as he slumped back.
"You know he's going to send some of his men to look for me," said Ramon.
"Then if I were you, I would get out of town as soon as I can," said Jamal as he picks up the phone and puts it in his pocket. "Besides, I wouldn't worry about Berretti. I'll handle him myself."
Then out of nowhere, two security guards came out rushing towards them.
"Everything cool out here bro?" one of the guards said to Jamal.
"Damn," said the other guard as he sees Ramon slumped close to the car tire.
"Yeah man, everything is cool," said Jamal lowering his gun. "Although that guy right there might need some medical attention."
Jamal then turns and goes back over to his belongings. He puts the gun inside his suitcase and takes out his remote for his car. When he clicked it, the car unlocked to his left. He opened the passengers side and puts his stuff on the seat.
"Oh, Ramon?" asked Jamal, as he shuts the door. "If you even try to go back to Berretti and tell them about our little deal. I will hunt you down, and...experience one the dealiest fatalities that you would ever be dealt with."
He goes to the other side of the car and gets in. When he starts the car, one of the gaurds comes to his side.
"Yo, you actually paid this dude some money?" asked the guard.
"Just think of it as an early christmas present," said Jamal.
"Where did you even get the money?" asked the guard.
"I have many skills," said Jamal, mysteriously as he puts on his sunglasses.
He then pulls out of his space and drives off leaving the guards to deal with Ramon.
Meanwhile down at Queenboro mall, Cookie was in the 'Champion' store buying Hakeem some shoes as a present as trying to break him and Anika up, when Chicken spotted her instantly while she was window shopping. She slowly walks over to Cookie, which she right away didn't take notice. She clears her throat as Cookie quickly turns to her.
"Hey, wassup," said Chicken. "Wow...I didn't know you shop here.
"I don't," said Cookie. "I'm just here shopping for my son...You know, he one that your greedy ass mooches off of."
"I see you got a sense of humor," said Chicken, still smiling. "I like that."
"Oh really?" said Cookie. "Well, I get that a lot."
"That must be a good thing," said Chicken.
"So, um...what's your name again?" said Cookie. "I kind of forgotten over a couple of weeks you know what I'm saying?...is it like duck or bird?...
"Everyone calls me chicken," said Chicken.
"Chicken?" asked Cookie. "Well, that's kind of unusual."
"Yeah, I kind of gotten that name because I was physically built like a chicken," said Chicken. "So, it's probably based on some appearence."
"I see," said Cookie. "Well, you ain't so bad looking yourself.
"Why thank you," said Chicken. "You're not so bad looking yourself. In fact, you're like a gorgeous princess."
"Aww. You're so sweet," said Cookie. "By the way, people on the street call me Cookie."
"Oh, is that so?" asked Chicken. "Then it's nice to meet you... again, Cookie."
Cookie blushes a little bit.
Outside the store Hakeem was about to pass to go to JC Penny to buy something for Anika, when he spotted Chicken and Cookie interacting. For curiousity Hakeem slips in unnoticed to take a closer look.
"So, are you like a chocolate chip cookie?" asked Chicken. "Or..sugar, macadamia nut?...
"Nah, you see baby," Cookie continues. "I'm every cookie in the world."
"Aww, that's wassup," said Chicken. "I guess Hakeem is lucky to have a mom like you."
"Shoot," said Cookie. "When he's not ungrateful. I'm all in here trying to buy him a last minute present just to get him away from Anika.
"That's definitely not a shocker," said Chicken. "He actually spents more time with her these days than he does with us."
"Yeah," said Cookie. "But I wouldn't give up just yet. I think the source would be on it's way."
She takes the box of sneakers and opens it for Chicken to see.
"Oh my damn!" said Chicken. "This isn't supposed to be released until next week."
"As I say a hundred times before, Cookie will always, and always get her way," said Cookie.
"I'm kind of diggin that," said Chicken. "I love a strong women who can fight for what she wants or what she believes in."
"Oh really?" Hakeem blurts out walking behind Chicken. "Sup Chicken? Who this woman that you are talking about?"
"Oh, what's Hakeem," said Chicken, trying to not be startled. But Cookie noticed that Chicken was starting to act a little jumpy. "I didn't see you in the store."
"Well, I was in the neighborhood, " said Hakeem. "And I figured that I was in the mood for looking for some kicks ya fill meh."
"Ah, hello little man," said Cookie abrupty. "You're not gonna say hello to your mama!"
"Yeah, hello," said Hakeem, in a fake voice. "So, I see that you two are having a good ole time, so whats the occasion."
"Okay," said Cookie. "Since you want to be so impatient, I figured that you deserve a little present as a thank you for giving our relationship another chance."
She picks up the box of sneakers and gives him to Hakeem, which was thrown a little bit off guard by the sneakers. His eyes widened as he picks one shoe out of the box.
"Yo, you got this for real?" said Hakeem, almost excited. "There not supposed to be out yet."
"For another week," said Cookie. "I know. No more spending hours waiting in long lines fighting off bunch of bitches."
"Amen to that," said Chicken. "Well...ah, I don't wanna spoil y'all moment of the day, so I'm just gonna bounce. Yo, I holler at you later bruh."
"Aiight man," said Hakeem now staring at Chicken searching for something.
Chicken rushes out lf the store without another word. Cookie looked on curiously.
"What's up with him all of a sudden?" asked Cookie.
"The kid must be full of surprises," said Hakeem.
"True that," said Cookie.
"Thanks mom," said Hakeem. "I really do appreciated the gift. You're like the best mom that I ever had."
"Aww, thanks baby," said Cookie, giving him a light hug.
"If only there was a better explanation for doing all of this for me," Hakeem said suddenly.
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Cookie, hesitantly.
"C'mon man," said Hakeem forcefully. "Quit playing. I know that you're doing this to break me and Anika up. Just admitted."
"Boy hush up!" said Cookie, as she slaps him on the shoulder. "Now I drove all this way through traffic to buy you this bougie ass gift and you're gonna like it."
She then scoots off hiding her nervous facial expression.
"Oh so it's gonna be like that huh?" Hakeem calls out, as he trails behind her. "Fine! But I get to wear these at your next wedding how bout that!"
A few hours later at a local bar, Ryan was waiting on Jamal to come down so they can hang out and have some drink. But he notices that Jamal was really late, he started to worry. The bartender instantly took notice.
"Is everything alright bud?" asked the bartender.
"Everything's cool," said Ryan. "I'm just waiting for a friend."
"Oh okay," said the bartender. "You're just too cute to be sitting around collecting dust."
"I'm quite flattered," said Ryan.
His phone then vibrated, he sees that it is Jamal calling him back.
"Hey, where are you," said Ryan, as he picks up the phone. "I've been waiting for you for almost an hour."
"I know, I know," said Jamal, through the phone speaker. "That's why I'm calling...I might have to take a rain check."
"What?" asked Ryan. "Why?"
"I'm kind of swapped at work, because I want to get started on a last minute project."
"But why now?" asked Ryan. "It's nine 'o' clock."
"I know," said Jamal. "But I really think that everyone will benefit from it. It's big responsibility to run a company like this you know. Mom and dad worked their asses off to pull this off so-."
"I get it," Ryan cuts him off with a sigh.
"I'm sorry," said Jamal. "But I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Yeah I know you will," said Ryan, sounding a bit disappointed. "Just don't work so hard."
"I'll do my best to do so," said Jamal. "Okay, I gotta go. I'll call you later, or tomorrow okay?"
"Yeah, yeah," said Ryan. "I'll just get get drunk myself, for the hell of it."
"Bye," said Jamal.
"Yeah, bye," said Ryan, as he hangs up.
The bartender goes up to him again. Ryan smiles at him and sighs.
"I see that you're friend canceled on you?" asked the bartender.
"Yeah," said Ryan. "I was kind of looking forward to it too. It's been an incredibly long week."
"You can say that again," said the bartender. "Especially when you're trying to juggle all of your classes with a part time job."
"Been there, done that my brother," said Ryan.
"Lucky you," the bartender chuckled, as he goes to tend the dirty glasses.
As Ryan continued to look at the beer menu, a familiar figure emerges and sits right next to him.
"Well howdy to you too, partner."
Ryan turns to see Jamal dressed up in a cowboy suit with a perky smile on his face. Ryan, who was caught off guard was now unusually excited."
"Wow," Ryan almost laughs outloud. "What's all this?"
"How do you do, handsome," said Jamal, with a southern accent.
Ryan unsuccessfully tries to control his laughter.
"Allow me to imtroduce myself," said Jamal sensually. "The name's Billy. Billy Jax."
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Jax," said Ryan, warming up to him. "So, what brings into the bar for tonight?"
"Oh, I'm kind of new in the city and all," said Jamal, moving closer to him until their legs touched. "And I'm desperately looking for a strong, sexy, handsome man to have me a good time with."
Jamal was now sensually touching Ryan's face, and running his fingers through his hair. Ryan purrs with happiness.
"I gotta say," said Ryan. "For a Billy Jax, you're really good with your hands."
"You have no idea," said Jamal, lustfully. "My hands can do much more."
"Why, I would love to help you out with that," said Ryan, breathing heavily. "But I'm seeing someone at the moment. H-His name is Jamal Lyon."
"Really?" asked Jamal rhetorically. "Is that so?"
"Yes, unfortunately," said Ryan. "And trust me Jamal won't be too happy if he sees a cowboy flirting with his man."
Jamal laughs mischievously.
"Well, you know what they all say," said Jamal, with a sly smile. "What he doesn't know won't kill him."
Ryan grins big as he gives himself up in a game of foreplay...
