A/N: I haven't been having the greastest week, but writing helps me escape. So here's the next chapter for your reading pleasure. In my opinion there's one major clue in this one. Here's a hint, re-read the first chapter to see if you can find it. Ok, I'm not helping you out anymore.

xoxoxo Shanny

This chapter contain sexual content.


All-nighter's Evening

So you wanted to see me? Well, here I am. Take a good look too, because, more than likely you ain't gonna see me again after this. It's just the kinda guy I am…I stick around, do my thing, then I'm gone.

They call me The All-nighter. I got the name from this broad I use to know when she found out that I had what they call stamina. Let's just say that I use that stamina to get things that don't belong to me. I get other men's wives, I get secrets, I get bank account numbers. See, being good and having patience gets you a whole lotta shit. Some of the guys I work with think beating the shit out a mug will get you answers, but, I found that dragging that shit out can get you a whole lot more. And more than that, if you ever want to find out something, find a broad, they know everything. Lucky says I got a passion for pain. I don't like to see other people hurt. But what I want is more important to me than how you feel, so if I gotta do that shit slow and hurt you just a little bit more, so be it.

Alright look, I ain't in the best of moods tonight so how bout I just tell you what happened, so I can get the fuck outta here? I'm sure Lucky done already told you about the shipment and how we was ambushed when we got to the boat. Figures…he can't keep shit to himself to save his fucking life. I tell ya, if I ever crossed him, I wouldn't even get to enjoy beating him slowly to get answers; he'd sing on the first fucking punch.

Ok, it's like this; me and Face got this competition going on. The broads love him. He's the type they wanna take home to momma cause he's charming and he's real sweet. He talks to broads and promises them marriage and shit like that to get them in bed. Me? I just look at 'em. You want love and romance, see Face. You want the ride of your fucking life, you need to have me in your bed at the end of the night.

Well, it just so happens a few months ago, this dame came in Classics. She was beautiful but we all knew who she was. She was the Princess, the only daughter of Don Double V and the wife of this fucking Fed that we call Headhunter. It was strange that she was there, when her father was involved with The Spot and her husband was constantly busting our balls, but, with that little dress she had on, I didn't really give a fuck. Lucky put me and Face on her. If nothing else, we was supposed to find out something we could use on Headhunter to get him to back off. I ain't gotta tell ya that she picked me; do you fucking blame her?

So let's just say for a few months, I been tapping it. I like Princess, she can take whatever I dish out, plus, she tells me everything I wanna know. So tonight, I go to her place, because I know her fucking pig husband was at Classics. She don't even let me get in the door before she starts pulling of my jacket and loosening up my suspenders. This broad is hot for me. Yeah, I fucked her… right there on her living room floor. Granted, it wasn't one of my best performances, but that was just the first go round. So, I picked her up and took her to her bedroom; it's something about fucking her in Headhunter's bed that cracks me the fuck up.

See, I been with her long enough that I know how she works. She don't talk right away, so I gotta make it real good for her to get what I need. I whispered some sweet shit to her, started rubbing her back, you know the kinda shit that broads like. We both know damn well, I ain't the gentle type, but she can always dream can't she? And, I think it's cute how she thinks she can get shit outta me. I done got sucked off by a ton of broads in my day, but her mouth is like a fucking vice grip. I almost slipped a few times, but come on…I'm The All-nighter; get the fuck outta here. I had to hand it to her though. Asking me questions in between going deep… real fucking effective. Even though I ain't answer shit, I found out that she knew about the shipment; only I ain't know how much.

Well, once I had enough of this playground shit, I resorted to dirtier tactics. Let's just say that my tongue is a fucking lie detector. And as soon as I rimmed her, the truth came barreling out. Hey…I done had my tongue in worse places, but what can I do about it? Some broads like it in the ass and Princess, she fucking loves it. So now that I had her practically begging for me to fuck her, I asked her what she knew about this shipment. She started whining about some shit; nothing that I wanted to know…it was time to move on to bigger and better things. The first finger, I found out that the Captain was working with her husband. The second finger, she told me the Feds was planning on bringing down both clubs. By the time I slipped it in, I knew that half the crew on the boat was undercover. The Feds got wind of the orders and combined them on this phony ship and was waiting to bust us. They had us on racketeering, smuggling, extortion, organized crime, a few murders…we was all looking at Alcatraz or worse.

By this time, I'm giving it to her hard core; she's fucking screaming and scratching me and shit. I don't like marks on my body. I done spent too much time perfecting it to have some broad scratch it all up. But hey…I'm good, so I can understand. She tells me that her husband and his partner were supposed to be there for the bust, but something musta gone wrong. I knew I had to switch positions to get the rest of the story. So now I had her face down and ass up and I'm pounding away like I'm trying to drive a railroad stake into the fucking ground. Did she talk…what the fuck do you think? Princess told me that Headhunter came back home early and he was acting all strange. Then he gets a call and needs to take money outta the safe. So he's keeping the money he's stealing from us at home…good to know. She already gave Face the combination to the safe one night when I was up in Cambridge…it's a long fucking story and we ain't talking bout that one right now. But just know this, this thing with me and Face, switched into high gear after that little stunt.

Well, I finished the job, got a few good ones off and waited til she fell asleep. I made my way to the safe, took out a few stacks, then I seen two .38s tucked in the back, half ass wrapped in cloth. I ain't no gun expert or nothing, but I could smell the powder on 'em. Them shits was shot off real recent. I took 'em; they may come in handy. I know I'ma have to hear about this shit when I see her again. But if she wanna keep getting the good shit, she better not complain too fucking much.

So there you have it. That's what I know. I don't know if Headhunter was at the pier earlier, but I do know he's involved with this fucking shipment. And now, he needs money…for what? And what the fuck he got .38s for? Pigs use .22s or .45s, something ain't adding up. I needed to talk to Moves; he'd know what the deal is. And if I play my cards right and we get to the bottom of this shit, I just might be able to go back to the Princess tonight and actually live up to my name.


"What the fuck you want?" No sooner do I get back to Classics do I see Enigmatic. Me and him don't get along. The only reason I ain't took him out yet is because of Moves. And he got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here, especially with this heat coming down.

"Kelly." I ain't never understood why he don't talk neither. He damn sure ain't like his brother; Moves don't shut the fuck up. Enigmatic walks pass me, he don't even turn around. I could drop him right where he stands.

I see the way Kelly's face lights up as soon as she sees him. I don't get them. What the fuck she see in him, when she could be with a Joe like me? "Eni!" She damn near breaks her ass to run around that desk. "You ok? I was so worried…I gotta talk to you. There's something real big happening." She's looking him over like she's checking for bullet wounds or something.

Enigmatic don't even talk to his girl, he just nods his head. "I'm takin' you home. Come on."

Now, I don't like to get in the middle of people's private shit, but, Kelly works for us, and I just don't fucking like him. "She ain't going nowhere."

I know that look in his eye and sure as hell before I can blink he done pulled out his piece. "I ain't ask for your permission." For a guy to be soft spoken, he sure as hell has an attitude problem.

"Eni…what's wrong baby?" Kelly got this way of calming him down. I done seen her do it before. Her voice is so soft that it almost hurts me to hear it. "Put that away…please?" He takes one look at her and I can see his weakness. That's one thing in this business; you don't ever let no one know your soft spot. She's gonna get him fucking killed.

Lucky comes to the door and he's pissed. "What the fuck are you here for? You fucking spying on me? All-nighter, bring his ass in here."

I take one step forward and now I feel something tight around the back of my throat. "You move, I'll snap your fucking neck." Fucking KO…just what I need.

"Yous think you can just walk in my fucking joint and take over? I'll kill all of yas!" Lucky stops all of a sudden and I can tell by the look on his face, it ain't just Enigmatic and KO here, but my back's to the door so I can't see 'em.

"Take your girl home." I know Johnny Boy's voice without even turning around. I kinda admire how fucking cool he is about everything.

I watch Enigmatic take Kelly's hand and walk out Scott free. But even with him gone, this fucking KO still got his fucking arm around my throat. "You let me go and you're a dead man."

I can hear Smiley laughing; he's busting a fucking gut over this shit. As soon as I feel KO loosen up, I turn and take a swing. I wouldn't think for him to be so big that he could move that fast. And I damn sure didn't look for that left hook; I was concentrating on the right. Now, I'm flat on the floor, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. But all I can see is the barrel of a Tommy gun pointed at my head and Smiley fucking laughing with a machete against Lucy's throat.

"So you mugs like stealing fucking shipments, huh?" Johnny Boy sparks a Carlton and throws the match down on me. "Well, you send a message to Bugsy. He wanna fuck with us, we're fucking ready."

I ain't got no idea what the fuck he's talking about. I don't know what the fuck Lucky done did now, but I know it's got something to do with what I found at Princess'. Lucky looks scared as shit. He done cooked something up and if it involves Bugsy, we're all dead.

"You want I should kill him?" KO's a fuck up. Who asks permission to kill when you got a fucking automatic pointed at a dome? If it was me, I woulda took the shot.

"I don't care. Just hurry up." Johnny Boy walks out but not before flicking his Carlton butt at Lucky's chest.

Smiley's still fucking laughing. "Shit Johnny, you almost set me on fire…what the fuck?" I can't tell if he's mad. He seems happy about it. I don't trust that guy. "And you tell your little crew, that we're fucking waiting for 'em." He laughs again and pulls away from Lucky.

"This shit ain't over!" I don't make threats, I make promises. And right now, I promise, I ain't finished with KO, not by a damn sight.

As soon as they leave, Lucky standing starts pacing the floor. "Go find the boys. Get 'em back here, now! Big D wants a fucking war, we're gonna give him one!"

I don't like this; they think we did the hit. "I gotta tell you what the Princess said."

"I ain't got time for that right now. We gotta deal with these fucking grips first, then we concentrate on the shipment." Lucky don't know how to prioritize. He don't think it's strange that they got hit and so did we?

"Lucky…something don't feel right."

"Get your ass in gear and find the boys. And pay a little visit to Kelly's house on your way back. That fucking guy thinks he can just walk in here and start some shit? Show him how we finish it; any means necessary." Lucky's right. We gotta send a message, we ain't to be fucked with. Even if I do like Kelly, too bad…she coulda had me, now she's gonna get hurt because of that fucking Enigmatic.

This is fucked up. Big D thinks we hit him, that means Double V thinks so too. We're going to war, only we ain't do the hit and we still don't know who hit us. Alls I know is, somehow, Headhunter's involved and Lucky done made some deal with someone to cover the cost of this shipment. I need to talk to Moves.

There's gonna be a bloodbath tonight, I can feel it. I should be enjoying the company of a lady friend, not dealing with shit. Whoever did this hit, fucked up more than just a shipment.