Angel spent the last two years in Indianapolis enjoying a new life with a good job and a great guy. One text message from Blaze could end everything she had built up. Leaving her old life in Gary, Indiana was hard, but necessary. Though the life she had with Spencer was filled with joy, the nightmares from her past still haunted her. Going back home meant justice for her family and an end to the nightmares she’s had for the last five years. Was it worth risking everything she had now? Or should she just let it go?
“You still like your Ciroc chilled?” Blaze asked crossing the room to the bar.
“Of course, is there any other way to drink it?” she asked with a laugh.
Blaze chuckled. “True that, true that. I was just making sure that there weren’t too many changes. It’s been a long time, baby girl. You look good.”
“Not too many, not that anyway. Thanks, Blaze,” she said when he passed her the drink. “I see you’ve upgraded a few things since I was last here.”
“Yeah, I picked up a few more things to make life a little more comfortable. Everything is all good,” he confirmed sitting beside her.
Angel took a sip from her glass. “Uh-huh, well, if everything was all good I wouldn’t be here, now would I? So why not tell me what’s not good, Blaze.”
He laughed and took the cigar from his mouth. “All right, you got me there. Somebody is getting out of hand. Of course, I have tried to handle it like a man and have a sit down with the brother, but he don’t want that. He’s some two-bit punk with a small crew who thinks he’s all that. I sent two of my people over to set up a meeting and they started shooting.”
“Not really. Nico, got grazed in the shoulder, but that’s all.”
Angel nodded and took another sip. “Sounds like this guy needs to be dealt with.”
“I agree. That’s where you come in.”
“Why call me? Any one of your Black Widows can handle this for you. Toni was my number one and she’s very good.”
He leaned forward and rested on his knees. “Yeah, that’s true, but I thought you might want in on this one,” he said giving her a nudge.
“Oh yeah, and why is that?” she asked, raising her glass again.
“Because the dude in question is Tyrone.”
Blaze’s words stopped Angel’s glass in midair. Her eyes widened.
No. It can’t be the same Tyrone. I mean, that’s a common name, isn’t it? Not like Michael or Joseph, but common enough.
“You remember Tyrone, don’t you, baby girl?” Blaze asked cutting into her thoughts. “That light skinned brother that beat your sister’s ass and she drove her car into a tree running from him.”
She squeezed her eyes tight as his words formed the images flashing in her mind’s eye. Angel was stunned to see what looked like her sister’s car flying down the street when she was visiting a friend. Shortly afterward there was a loud screech, and then what sounded like a small explosion. Her heart fell at the noise knowing instantly that her sister was dead. Angel almost covered her ears again as the memory washed over her. When she arrived, the car was pressed against the tree resembling a pop can after a child had stomped it flat. The sight of Alexis’s mangled body had changed Angel’s life forever. The anger and pain that had found a place deep in Angel’s subconscious for the last five years resurfaced with Blaze’s prompt flooding her body again. She opened her eyes and turned to him.
“Are you sure, Blaze?” she asked through gritted teeth.
Blaze finished his drink and reached into his pocket. After pulling out a lighter, he lit the tip of the cigar and took a long drag. He held the smoke in his mouth for a long time before blowing it to the ceiling.
“You know I wouldn’t have called you if I wasn’t sure.” He offered her the cigar. “You wanna hit?”
Angel shook her head. “I can’t, they do random drops at my job.”
He flicked his ashes into the tray. “For real? That sucks. So what’s it like out there in the real world?”
Angel smiled. “It’s cool. I go to work every day, come home every night and chill with my man in my free time.”
“Uh huh, sounds boring to me, but whatever floats your boat, baby,” Blaze said with a shrug, taking another long drag. “So what did you tell him when you left?”
Her smile faded, remembering Spenser’s face. “I told him something came up and I had to go home.”
“So you broke him off a little somethin’ somethn’ and came home to handle your business, huh?”
She looked into his laughing grin as the smoke willowed out the sides of his mouth. “Yeah, something like that.”
“All right then, so what’s it going to be? You want in or what?” he asked tapping the ashes into the tray on the table.
“What’s my cut?”
“Same as always, five G’s.”
Angel shook her head. “I want ten.”
Blaze sputtered before he took his next pull. “Oh really? And why would I do that?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Obviously you don’t think one of the other girls can handle this job. If you did they would be doing it and you would be telling me how you avenged my sister’s death. So it may be true that I want in on this, but it’s also clear that you need me,” she pointed out.
“Or I could just want to give you the chance to get your revenge on this dude for getting your sister killed,” he shot back.
Her eyes narrowed as she challenged him. “So which is it then?”