Chapter 5: Jefe
Angela and Mr. Black drove through Miami in Mr. Black's Stampede, Angie noticed the stitches in Black's arm from the night before. "Found yourself a doc eh?" She asked him. "My boss has connections, he knows a back alley medic, who does patch jobs." Black replied. "You offered me work last night, who is your boss?" She asked him. "I won't tell you until I trust you, I haven't even mentioned you to him. He has other things on his plate right now." Black replied. "Is it somebody big?" She asked him. "At one time, he rules Little Havana now. His sights are set for the whole city." Black replied. Angie nodded, she was curious about this mystery boss. "You do any assassin's work?" He asked her. "Here and there, I freelance for the cartels. Mostly Gomez, I am connected through him from the club. Which I work at as a front for my work for him." She replied. "Gomez? He's the biggest drug lord in Miami right now." Black said as he turned his head towards her. "He pays well." Angie replied.
They pulled in and parked in in an alleyway, they were outside the U Gin Shotgun Bar. They got out of the truck and walked into the backdoor, they walked upstairs where the bar room was. Angie looked at the rough and rowdy place, two men by the jukebox were fighting. The first man put the second man's head through the glass of the jukebox. He cheered himself on while kicking the unconscious man, he finished up and walked to the bar and sat. "Gimme a shot." He said in an excited tone before slapping the bar. The woman bartender, who wore a short dress and heeled boots nodded. The man looked at her and his smile left his face. "I said now!" He shouted. The barmaid grabbed a bottle of cheap whiskey and poured it into his glass, he grabbed it and took the shot.
Black and Angie sat next to him, with Angie being closest. He noticed her dancer's body and pretty face, he pulled his stool closer to her and got in her ear. "Hey baby, I haven't seen you in here before." He told her. "Fuck off!" She screamed at him. "C'mon a pretty girl like you, has to be looking for some dick." He said as he attempted to feel her up. Angie shoved him back, making him fall on the floor. The man stood up, he grabbed a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open. He lunged at Angie with it, who side stepped him. The man fell into Mr. Black who grabbed the blade out of his hand and broke it in two. The man's eyes widened, he looked up at the bigger better built man. "Hey man, I don't want no problems." He told Mr. Black. "Well, you got em." Black replied. He grabbed the man gently and turned him around, as the man turned to face Angie he was met with a beer bottle being broke over his head. The man screamed in pain as his head was bleeding, glass fragments were in his eyes blinding him.
Angie kicked the man in the balls and gave him an uppercut in the nose, killing him. The man fell over, the two looked at each other then at the horrified patrons. "We should get outta here." Black told Angie. "Yeah, good idea." She replied. They grabbed their stuff and left, as they got into the truck two police vehicles pulled up. "Well, we're fucked." Angie said as she opened the passenger side door. "Nah, when we get booked I'll call my boss. He'll bail us out." Black replied. They stepped out of the truck and surrendered to the police. The policeman cuffed Angie, as he did he felt her up. This went right threw Angie, who didn't like being touched. "Hey, asshole! Don't touch me!" She shouted. The officer pulled out his club and swatted Angie across the butt, she fell to her knees and winced in pain. The two were taken into custody.
At the police station, the two sat in booking. One policeman walked over to the two, he smiled at Angie showing his yellow decaying teeth. "You two get one phone call each." He told them. He uncuffed Mr. Black, who grabbed the phone and called a number. "Hello?" Tony's voice asked through the speaker. "Boss, I'm in jail. I got money for bail, but it's stashed in my safe at home. Care to bail me and a friend out and I'll reimburse you?" He asked Tony. "How much?" Tony asked him. "Bail is $15,000 a piece, I got the money to pay you back just not on me." Black replied. "Sure man, I'll be right down." Tony replied. Black hung up the phone and looked at Angie. "We're good, my boss is on his way." Black told Angie. "Good." She replied. The officer looked at her. "Your turn sweetheart." He told her. "Who the hell am I gonna call?" She asked with a laugh.
Black and Angie were in two different holding cells across from each other, they heard the clink at the end of the hall open and footsteps along with two men talking. "I'm sorry for the mixup Mr. Montana, we had no idea they were your guys." The guard said as they walked. "Of course you didn't know, what you think my people got fucking signs on their fucking backs? Huh? This is why crime is going up, you people are too fuckin' stupid to do your fucking job." Tony replied in a hostile manor. They approached Black's cell, Tony looked at him. "Not on the payroll a fucking month and you get arrested, what the fuck is wrong with you meathead? You think this is a fucking game?" Tony asked Black. "Nice to see you too boss." Black replied. The guard opened the cell and Black walked out, he walked over to Angie. "This is my friend, I am in no position to hire but I vouch for her boss she would be good on your staff." Black told Tony. He looked at the younger girl, who in turn looked at him. "Hey, yuppie. What the fuck are you staring at?" She asked him. "Oh, you got some energy honey." Tony replied with a smile. "This is my boss, Tony Montana." Black told Angie. "Montana, I know of you." Angie said. "And who are you with?" Tony asked her. "I ain't saying shit in here, bail me out and we'll talk. "Let her out." Tony told the guard.
The three walked out of the police station and to Tony's limo, they got in the back. The limo was fully loaded, with a mini bar and a bar with cigarettes and cigars. Tony grabbed three glasses, he looked at them. "What'll you have?" He asked them. "Whiskey." Black replied. "Rum." Angie also replied. Tony poured them all a drink, he handed it to them. "So, honey. Mr. Black here tells me you're okay." Tony told Angie. "Yeah, what of it?" She asked him. "What are your skills?" He asked her. "I can drive, I can shoot well, and I can fight. I do contract work for the gangs here." Angie replied. "Really? You look like a stripper." Tony said. "It's a cover, I work at Gomez's club in North Beach. He's mainly who I contract for." Angie replied. "Gomez huh? How do I know that he didn't send you to kill me? And all this, is a trick?" Tony asked her. "If it was a fucking trick, I wouldn't have told you I work for him. Now do I have a fucking job or what?" Angie replied with hostility. "You're fucking right you got a fucking job! Now let's raise 'em up." Tony replied. The three raised their glasses and toasted.