BEAUTY & THE GANGSTER
I stepped out, dark shades on, Caleb behind me.
“Big Kai,” Mike called, a tall, tattooed man in a black tank top and baggy jeans. “Thanks to you, people are eating good, Big Dawg.”
“Smooth,” I said, heading inside.
“Yo, Young!” Mike called someone seated near the entrance. The man jumped to his feet.
Inside, three shirtless white men stood chained to a steel pole, hands above their heads. Reeko approached, giving me a firm handshake.
“The middle one’s the minister,” Reeko said. “He’s been up to corrupt shit.”