The Curse of 1977 (Book 2)

Chapter 15

"I can't stand that disco bullshit!" Clavell irately snarled as he put on his red velvet jacket and checked his wavy hair in a mirror that was attached to the wall.

"Do you want me to go up and tell Jimmy to play something else?" Lucius put on his black Fedora.

Pressing out his mustache, Clavell muttered, "No, we got more important matters to attend to."

Above their collective heads The Trammps', 'Disco Inferno' thumped loud enough to where even the various malt liquor bottles that were scattered on the tables downstairs in the work area were clinking against one another.

It was Clavell who was dressed to the nines in a red velvet blazer, red velvet pants and matching platform shoes. Nita, who was performing her customary duty of staying seated and separating the cocaine, gave only subtle glances at her boss as to say she was somewhat jealous, while Marvin, who along with Clavell and Lucius, was cleaning himself up from head to toe for a night out on the town.

Clear in a corner all to themselves were two fairly young white men who were both adorned in blue plaid, polyester suits. One of the men had a blonde mustache, while the other, who appeared as if he were straight out of high school, wore a pair of eyeglasses and long, dark hair. Both men were holding their own brown briefcase and shivering as if the room they were sequestered in was freezing cold.

Clavell pulled himself away from the mirror and reached into his coat pocket to take out and count a cluster of hundred dollar bills.

"Hey, Marv, hand me one of those Cuban's."

At once, Marvin rushed over and handed Clavell a Cuban cigar before igniting the tip. Clavell puffed away on the cigar while rifling through his bills in a curious fashion. Suddenly, right in the middle of smokes, Clavell happened to glance over at the two white men who were huddled together side by side like frightened mice.

With a grin, Clavell pointed at the men, "Boy, you two look like you're about to fall to pieces. What's the problem?"

"Look, Clavell." One of the men stuttered before catching himself midway. "Excuse me, Mr. Diggs. But we really just need to hurry and get this over with. We have another drop after this one."

Looking subtly surprised, Clavell asked, "What, you two peckerwoods don't like being around us darkies for too long?"

"No, sir, it's not that, we just—

"Blood, just cool out," Clavell motioned with his cigar. "This place is the safest joint in the city. Besides, I got another transaction I have to clear up before we leave."

"It's just that with your friend getting killed last night, we just don't need any other mishaps."

Right then, the entire room grew eerily quiet. Clavell just turned his head in the other direction before pacing the floor.

"Yeah...when we find the motherfucker who did that to Wendell he'll wish to God he was never born. In the meantime, you two just hang loose."

"But we— "The man said shut the fuck up!" Marvin yelled clear from the other side of the room.

At once, both men became permanent fixtures of the wall that they were already attached to, quiet and unassuming.

Giggling at the two, Clavell commented, "Damn, I bet if we were way out there in Beverly Hills they would be as cool as clams."

At that very second, three knocks blasted at the door. Marvin went over and opened it to find a tall, well-built, bald, black man and the afro-puffed lady right behind him.

"Come on in!" Clavell warmly greeted.

With a cavalier smile on his face, the bald man with a perfectly manicured goatee entered into the room. Immediately, Clavell embraced the man who was wearing only a multi-colored dashiki, a pair of white slacks and a pair of sandals. While his friend, whose face was swollen and her height slightly lengthened, wore only a red dress with sandals.

"Man, I was wondering when you two was goin' to get here!" Clavell exclaimed.

"We had certain matters to attend to, mon." The bald man smiled in a deep Jamaican accent.

Clavell then took a gander of the woman before turning up his nose and saying, "Damn, girl, what happened to you? You look like you've had one rough day."

The young lady just cracked a simple, blushing grin before glancing over at her companion and dropping her head.

"Akoni not speak too much, mon. She speak only when necessary."

"It's cool, blood, it's cool." Clavell patted the man on the back. "I want you all to meet my friends, Akoni and Arthur!" Clavell announced to his comrades.

Everyone in the room greeted the duo with the kind of respect that was expected of them, everyone that is except Nita, who remained at her trusty table with an eye targeted only at Akoni.

"Uh...listen, we didn't know that you were gonna bring over some foreigners." One of the white men stammered. "We weren't told of any foreigners!"

Clavell glared at the two men with the most confounded look on his face. "What, are you peckerwoods racist or something?"

"No, sir, we're not, we just weren't informed about any others joining in on this."

"Calm down, my friends are real deal." Clavell led both Arthur and Akoni over to where two chairs were placed before having them take a seat. "You see, you honkeys don't quite understand how business is conducted these days. This ain't the old Al Capone days where some cannoli eatin' motherfucker calls all the shots. This is 1977, the future. Times have changed. And you two corn-fed, college boy, faggots had better learn that and quick. I ain't some nickel and dime porch nigga, I network worldwide!"

The two white men just remained against the wall they were perched to in total submission. Meanwhile, there was Akoni, a woman of few words. She sat in her chair with her legs crossed in a demure fashion while her eyes seemingly examined the room in which she was gathered in.

at her. Nita just wouldn't remove her hard glaze away from the mysteriously silent woman. It was as if they were magnets attracted to one another. All the while, the men in the room carried on in

her lap while a polite smile graced her swollen face. Nita, who had her left hand on the table, next to her cocaine, had her other hand underneath the table, where her index finger was tickling the trigger of a

do this before these two pansies wet their pants." Clavell said to Arthur. "Now, if I'm not mistaken, you had some real

I cannot do dat, mon."

Clavell looked back at the man in a stunned glare before sniggering, "I beg your pardon? Man, c'mon, me and my partners have

and I did not come here for

and snorting, Clavell asked, "What the hell did you come

a clever style,

not come for dat,

Clavell's face quickly dissipated as he approached Arthur and said, "Hold

niggas didn't

to Arthur, Clavell demanded, "Wipe that stupid ass

Arthur just gazed up at Clavell, refusing to rub the look off of his face. "We

a bitch?" Clavell angrily yelled as he spun around. "I deal with these Jamaican motherfuckers for a whole month and this is

these island

back around and immediately whipped out his silver-plated pistol before pointing it directly at Arthur's face. "You gonna

scent on

pause of complete confusion; one

you talking about?" Clavell turned up

"You have her scent on you." Arthur

"Who's

"De girl, Lynnette," Arthur raised his

everyone else. "Lynnie,"

"I smell her all over you, mon. Akoni see her last night with your friend.

"Hold up, you know where Lynn is?" Lucius belligerently

you trying to say that Lynnie had something to do with

"I say just

"Ain't that about a bitch?" Clavell furiously backed up. "Something told me not to

of the car and

No, no." Arthur spoke up. "It was Damerae that she

the fuck is that,"

job, but he did

white men stepped forward, "we didn't come here for all of this voodoo, shaman talk. We just came to

back to that wall!" Clavell pointed his

Without haste, both men retreated back to their favorite

what the hell is going on here, or I'm

of an escalating storm. He had the demeanor of a person that actually delighted in conflict. His look wasn't so much cocky,

money, Clavell.

shouted. "These Jamaican niggas are always

"It was voodoo that happened last year." Nita, from

his head and asked, "What are you

Thanksgiving, something broke into

that." Marvin added.

Isaac...I knew him well." Arthur

that nigga Isaac?" Clavell looked shocked. "Where was I

Cali taking

head back up, Arthur replied, "Yes, he was very

screamed. "And we had that bitch up in here! She was probably wired

we checked her out!" Marvin

pieces!" Clavell said. "She probably set Wendell up last night! That's

we will find her." Arthur

Clavell slowly turned back to Arthur and said, "Wait a second, I now see how this shit is going down. You Jamaican motherfuckers have been trying to muscle in on my turf all this time. First, you send some wild animal to kill some of your own. Then you hire Isaac and Lynn as undercovers, but Isaac goes crazy on some of his own supply and the

stalwart in his sitting and listening. Not once did he budge or even twitch while Clavell and the others ranted and rampaged about like

at you and her both." Clavell pointed at Arthur and Akoni. "You both come up in here thinkin' that you can just take what

inbreeds!" Lucius laughed

to tell me what's going to happen. Motherfucker, this is my town! I own these fuckin' streets! Hell, I made my first five G's at thirteen! My name is Godzilla! I spit fire and motherfuckers die! I'm the motherfucker you should fear! First

to Akoni,

I come in many forms. Some see me as a ghost. Soon, you see me as something else. You not

the room began to blink off and on before the

ever seen an anaconda feast?" Akoni surprisingly spoke

At once, everyone inside the room focused their stuttering attention to the woman. With the flickering lights and the chatter of agitated dancers above on the top floor, the tension in the room became so thick that most of the people found

its most vulnerable. When de victim doesn't suspect a thing.

"We need to kill these niggas and quick!" Marvin

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