Invincible: A Novel by Styles P

Author:Styles P [P, Styles]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-345-52208-5
Publisher: One World Trade Paperbacks Ballantine Books
Published: 2010-09-05T04:00:00+00:00

POP OFF

Back on the other side of town …

“Fuck it,” Jake said. He was going home. He was gonna throw all caution to the wind and go to the crib. If someone was waiting for him there that would be a risk he was willing to take. He had five shots left in the .38 and if Kim hadn’t got rid of shit he had a few more hammers in the crib, and he knew he had to dress up his wounded leg. Thank God the bullet went in and out because he refused to go to the hospital. He had to ditch the car. It wouldn’t be smart to go to the crib with his dead girlfriend in the passenger seat. Jake needed help, but had no one to turn to. He wasn’t feeling well. He had a lot of people to deal with and it was a shame that his uncle Mitch was one of them. He had never crossed Mitch and he couldn’t imagine why Mitch would do that to him. But he would soon find out.

He told himself thinking of Mitch wasn’t going to help right now. I need a bright idea, he thought—and he came up with one. He was going to park at Phil Rosenberg’s office, at the back of the building where the visitors parked, and leave Kim and the Corvette there. By doing that he was leaving Phil a little message that he was back in town. He figured he could call a cab prior to getting over there, then simply park and grab the three book bags he had with him, which were Nine-One’s bag, Kim’s bag with the money in it, and his bag.

The intensity of the situation Jake was in made him think clearer than ever. Somehow he could remember the phone number to the car service Nine-One worked for, as well as the numbers of everyone else he used to call, including Mitch’s and M.B.’s. He had to chuckle. “A li’l funny how I remember shit during the oddest time! God, thank you, for I know it’s You helping in my time of need!”

He made the call and requested an SUV or family-size van—those cars looked less suspicious, especially in the middle of the night. He wasn’t trying to be spotted. Time was of the essence, so after he called the car service, Jake rushed over to Phil’s office. He wanted to be parked before the cab got there so the cab driver wouldn’t see where he came from. It was almost 4:30 in the morning. He was pretty sure there weren’t too many people on the street and doubted Phil was in his office. Jake parked in visitor parking. He threw his hoody over his head, so low it damn near touched his top lip, to avoid a good picture in case there were any cameras rolling. He took black sweatpants out of his bag and threw them on to cover up his bloody pants, then grabbed the three book bags and the .

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