He did not want to suffer the same fate as the previous gang leaders. He wanted to put people in place so that they can thwart any investigation again...t his gang. He allotted 25% of the gang’s profits as payout to the corrupted officials and cops. Those he could not corrupt, he either blackmailed or made them disappear. This was all easy to do in the poor black neighborhoods, but not the white areas. Being a smart strategist, he just had his gang stay away from the white neighborhoods. Everyone had firmly decided that the best thing to do was to wait for Nick and Jessie’s next move. Maylene, the two Priests and Mr. Two-feather were deep in discussion and all kinds of rites and vision quests to try and find the most likely place for the final battle. The house back in Oregon was ruled out from the very start, which left the house in New Orleans or the Grove. Maylene and the two Priest considered the Grove too well protected but the old Shaman pointed out that Nick had attacked. He’s losht. Find him, you gotta.’ Ugh, why was this so hard? ‘Who’s Tyler, sweetie?’ he asked. ‘Is Tyler a dog?’ ‘Oooh…a DOG! Can we get one?’ Joe shook his head as he turned to Kim and Jill. ‘Good lord, girls. How many did she have?’ Kim glanced at the coffee table where there were three empty bottles that matched the one in Ashley’s hand. ‘She’s a featherweight,’ she giggled. ‘I guess so,’ Joe grumbled. ‘You’re not far behind her, it seems.’ Kim looked around the room in her cute and. "Jackpot. Put it in the truck" Next he grabbed Abby by the arm and stood her up. "Now for the fun part of the evening. We want you to take your clothes off." One of the other men reached out and with a knife, cut her bindings. "No. You've got our valuables. Now please leave. We won't call the police." He nodded to one of the others who stepped forward and punched Billy in the stomach. Billy doubled over but did not fall off the couch. "Do what you're told bitch or next time it will get.