A/N: So here it is 'Right Hand' and the reunion of Riley with his crew. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and please review this one and give me some feedback. What do you think about anything from the chapter? Do you like it, do you dislike tell me.

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Chapter 4 – Right Hand

Huey pulled his green Mustang up to the gates of the Wuncler estate. Since becoming governor of Maryland Ed Wuncler Sr. had pretty much moved out of the estate and left it to his idiot of a grandson Ed Wuncler III and his ex-marine and partner in crime Gin Rummy. As soon as the older Wuncler moved out Riley and his crew had commandeered the estate as the main headquarters of their operation. No one would look for them in the richest part of the white neighbourhood in the state.

He hit the buzzer and it took a few minutes for someone to answer. "Who is it?" a female voice asked.

"Huey Freeman I'm here to see Ed," Huey said looking up at the mansion. The mansion was the biggest house in the neighbourhood and easily held at least thirty rooms. Thirty rooms Ed and Rummy and their crew put to good use. If they had fifteen grand hidden away at his house Huey could only imagine how much they had stashed away in a house this big.

There was a buzz on the other side of the intercom and the large spiked gates slowly opened to let them. "Mr. Wuncler has been expecting you."

Huey put his car back in drive and slowly drove up the long twisting driveway to the front door. Waiting at the front door were three people. The tallest was the red haired Ed Wuncler III dressed in his usual baggy pants, bullet proof vest, and trench coat. Hanging from his neck was his large gold 'W'. Beside him was his best friend the suit wearing, blonde cornrow sporting Gin Rummy. The last of the group and the one Huey wanted to see the most was Riley's right hand and the only real competent one of the trio. She was Cindy McPhearson and like Riley she had recently gotten out of jail. Her Cammy looking hair was a bit longer than Huey remembered and she had more muscle definition, but she looked like the same whigger she had the last time he saw her.

"Yo Reezy what the hell ya doing out of the slammer so early?" Cindy greeted her gangster partner when she saw him jump out of Huey's car she. "Dey didn't letchu out of on good behaviour cuz dat's da sucka way out."

"Nah I busted out like a real nigga," Riley said giving his partner a fist bump and slapping the back of their hands together and then the front before gripping each other's forearms. "How's my business going?"

"These two ran it into the ground a long time ago," Cindy said.

"I thought dey would fake ass niggas," Riley shook his head. "We'll have lots of work to do in da coming months, but right now we have more important stuff to worry about."

"Rosa's kidnapping," Cindy said looking at Huey. "Ya have any info yet?"

"Only this," Huey said handing her the green moon card. "Any idea what it means?"

"Not a clue," Cindy said handing the card to Ed and Rummy.

"Wait a second doesn't this look like the symbol those Russians used to stamp on their property a few years back," Ed said.

"But they fell apart last year after their big boss was arrested for trafficking," Rummy said. "Besides their symbol was a red moon and it was right side up with a little hammer."

"Ya know who might know? Jones might know," Cindy said.

"Dat's true dat nigga always has his ear on da door," Riley agreed. "But he has protection up da motherfucking ass."

"Nothing we can't handle," Rummy said leading them into the mansion. "We just have to locate Jones before we can get going. He likes to move around a lot."

"How long do you think that will take? We don't exactly have all the time in the world," Huey said impatiently.

'They knew who you were when they entered your house so judging by our personal experience they probably have one of two plans," Rummy said leading them up a flight of stairs and down a hallway. "First they either want a ransom, or second they've kidnapped Rosa to get to you."

"What does it matter why they did it?" Huey asked getting annoyed with Riley's friends. He should have just done this with Riley and left the extras behind.

"Because if that means they are not skipping town and will not harm your daughter until they have at least made contact with you and made their demands," Rummy explained leading them into a room with double doors. Inside the room looked like any other bedroom in the mansion sans any real furniture beyond a couple of chairs. "Until we get demands or some other kind of contact from the kidnappers we have the time to make sure we have everything ready to take them down."

"What are we going to need besides information? "Huey asked and Rummy hit a light switch on the wall. Instead of turning on any lights the walls opened up to reveal secret compartments. The compartments moved forward to replace the original walls.

"Dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Riley said staring at the rows upon rows of guns and equipment. Every inch of the room's four walls were covered in guns, knives, swords, bullet proof vests, grenades of all sorts, and even plastic explosives. He grabbed a KA-BAR knife off the wall and felt its edge.

"Take your pick," Rummy said spreading his arms at the wall. "We have the bullets for everything so just take it off the wall."

"We get to shoot some shit," Ed said excitedly grabbing a pair of Uzis off the wall.

Huey looked at the wall and grabbed the only thing that looked appealing to him. It was a katana with a black and silver grip and a square guard.

"Ya gonna need more den dat," Riley said tossing him an M9 pistol. "Ya got to pack some heat where we're going."

"If everyone has what they want I'll get to finding Jones you guys work out the rest of your plans," Rummy said pulling out his IPhone and searching for bars. "Fucking thing can do everything but make a call."

"Fuck I'm hungry nigga," Riley said rubbing his stomach.

"You just ate an hour ago," Huey said as they left the room.

"Nigga I've survived da last year and a half on prison food," Riley argued.

"We have some cold pizza in the gaming room," Ed said.

"Cold pizza sound good right now nigga," Riley said as they entered the gaming room. The room was dominated by a flat screen HD TV that stretched along the entirety of one of the four walls. A black leather couch ran along the bottom of the other three walls. Everything in the room had been custom made for that room itself. In the top corners of the room were big surround sound speakers. A glass coffee table in the middle of the floor held every gaming system in existence and the box of cold pizza.

Riley made a b-line for the box of pizza while everyone else took a seat on the long u-shaped couch. "Damn dis is some good shit," Riley added sinking his teeth into a cold slice of pepperoni pizza.

Huey sat on the side parts of the couch fidgeting, unable to sit still. He should have been out on the streets trying to find his daughter not sitting in a games' room while his escaped convict brother gobbled down on cold pizza.

"It's great to be out again," Riley said reaching for a second slice and throwing the crust of his first piece back in the box. "Dey pulled a real nigga move on me putting a nigga away for speeding."

"They don't put someone away for that long just for speeding," Huey said. He never really knew what Riley had gone to jail for. His campaign manager had advised him to keep as much distance between him and his brother as possible once he put his name in to run for mayor.

"Nah dey brought me in for speeding but dey convicted me of reckless abandonment of human life and conspiracy to commit man slaughter," Riley said. "Dey been trying to get me for years for all kinds of things including murder, trafficking, bribing government agents, and racketeering but dey could never make anything stick until dey pulled me over."

"We were invincible," Cindy said nostalgically. Huey listened intently as this was the first time he was hearing of Riley's past. He always knew he was doing something illegal but preferred not to know anything about it so he could not testify against him if he was ever caught. He had not expected Riley to be running an organized crime syndicate at least that was what he thought they had been doing from the list of crimes Riley had given that the police tried to nail him with. He had always wondered where Riley got the money for his fancy cars and to by their grandfather his giant new house with a new boat-car. "We controlled half da city and were in da process of acquiring more when we was pulled over."

"What did they get you on?" Huey asked. Their story was at least distracting him in the tiniest bit from his current dilemma so he let them continue. It was taking everything he had to just sit there waiting for Rummy to find out where this Jones was hiding.

"DUI and aiding and abetting," Cindy grumbled. "I hadn't even been drinking dat day. It was straight up bullshit."

"I'm not surprised putting another black man in jail on trumped up charges," Huey grumbled. "I can't believe you were a mobster Riley, especially after what happened with that fundraiser thing. I thought that scared you away from that path."

"Nah a real nigga ain't scared of anything and I'm a real nigga. I got my paper and power at da same time it was perfect until I got pulled over," Riley huffed throwing his second piece of crust back into the box. "I was da bank."

Huey jumped to his feet as Rummy came into the room carrying a M4A1. "Well?"

"We have his location," Rummy said with a psychotic smile. "Let's go shoot some shit up."

Huey was the first one out of the room and down the stairs. Behind him Riley followed carrying an aluminum baseball bat and a set of brass knuckles on his hands. His custom Desert Eagle and a second one he had grabbed from the wall where in the band of his jeans. Beside him as if they had not been separated for the last year and a half came Cindy with a pair of SIG Sauer P220s in the band of her baggy jeans and a pair Heckler & Kock MP5 in her hands. Ed and Rummy brought up the rear each carrying duffle bags shoved full of guns and ammo. Rummy carried an RPG on his shoulder and Ed had his Uzis in hand.

"Would you hurry," Huey called back already at the front door. "My daughter doesn't have all day."

"We comin' nigga," Riley said slinging his bat over his shoulder as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "It's time to get back in da game."

"It's good to have ya back Reezy," Cindy laughed her unique giggle putting an arm around his neck as they followed Huey out the door to Ed's black Escalade.

With their first lead Huey and his new team of mobsters head into the seedy underworld of Woodcrest looking for a man named Jones. Will they get the information they wanted from Jones or will their search come to a premature and permanent halt?