Chapter 1
Charley looked up at the ceiling in the hospital bed, and he was so angry that they followed him to New Jersey from Brook Haven, New York. The fucking Blackout Crew he thought to himself, he didn’t give them enough credit, he thought they were just too dumb to find him. He owed them 200 thousand cold hard cash for a drug transaction six years earlier that he had no intention of paying back. Charley thought back to the night that started this mess.
That night he won more than money playing pool at Hammer’s club, a predominately black night club with watered-down drinks and loose women who would go down on a man for a stash of weed or booze. That part of New York was like a loss society, driven by drugs and sex. Charley was only there for the name of the connect that serviced Brook Haven drug ring, from the supplier’s cousin Halo. Charley was in, or so he thought.
