CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

“And word on the street is that this shit is going down in a matter of days... Two days, to be precise. And they're meeting at the Serb's nightclub, the big one on this side of town. Niggas everywhere be tripping, because they know this Serb nigga and the Italian fella are dangerous sons of bitches, man..”

“What are they meeting for, to form an alliance or something, because if it was war, they wouldn't be sitting down at the same table to talk, right?”

Man, you don't get it... These two crews, they're Ike oil and water to one another.. They've never mixed. The battle for supremacy in this city is between them... Why do you think the streets are worried? If it was an alliance, no one would be bothered because we'd benefit anyway. Alliances, especially those that happen at the top, are always good things because those at the bottom will have more products to sell and, subsequently, more food to eat. It worries the streets because they're beefing... A war is on the horizon, but this lit