Donta drove in silence for a moment, then his phone buzzed in his pocked, he lazily pulled it out, his red eyes darted cross the message behind his darkened sunglasses.<br/><br/>"The wife, sir?" the suit beside him asked. Donta continued to gaze out the window.<br/><br/>"No, just a text from a few of my distributors. Their dealers needs are nearing what we are producing. It could start eating into our warehouse stock."<br/><br/>The two sat in silence for another long awkward moment, then Donta's phone buzzed again, ending the Suit's awkward hell. Again he quickly read the message and his furry fist clenched at his side. A message sent from another distributor redirected from a dealer who had one of his ghost numbers. He also knew that his Wife would be getting this message as well.<br/><br/>"Fuck. Stop the God damn car!" he snapped. Tires squealed and he raised his phone to his ear, the suit next to him staring in confusion.<br/><br/>"Listen Boys. A blue Chevrolet car driven by men dressed like Dark Bullets. Find the fuckers and stop that God Damn car. Time to go hunting boys." he said, snapping the phone shut.<br/><br/>"What's up, Boss?" the suit asked. Donta bit down harder on his cigar and angrily huffed smoke out of his nose.<br/><br/>"Some assholes took one of my dealers." he spat, "Something they will pay for with their lives."<br/><br/>"You think it's Vinny's men?" he asked. The Don's phone buzzed again and he answered, nodded a few times, then smiled, more like a sneer formed across his face, fangs now exposed and jagged teeth rolled the Cuban in his mouth.<br/><br/>"Jeeves, go. Now!"<br/><br/>The young man in the driver's seat slammed on the gas and sped down the road, soon merging with a highway. He glanced in the rear view mirror to see The Don's slight smile, the cigar now between his fingers laid across his crossed leg. Behind him, a wall of black cars could be seen making their way through traffic, forming a line of moving metal behind them. In front of them, the four lane highway soon cleared and a solitary blue car sped along in front of them.<br/><br/>The wall of cars behind them sped forward, swerving around theirs and reformed in front of them. The whole fleet of cars sped up to surround the blue car, boxing it in. They knew they were fucked. They knew that The Don's cars were all reinforced steel and bullet proof glass. That didn't stop them from rolling down the windows and pointing sub machine guns at them. They were smart enough to shoot at the tires, at least, but Donta's sneer spread wider when he saw the break in fire, the shooters wondering why the cars beside them were still driving and keeping up.<br/><br/>"Solid rubber tires assholes..." Donta muttered, then lifted his phone to his ear, "Let's finish this. Stop the car, but don't kill them. I want to have a little chat."<br/><br/>The four cars ahead closed in on the blue car, windows rolling down and pistols extended from the two to the side. Four shots were all that was required to pop all four tires and sparks flew from the bare rims, as the driver of Donta's car swerved to avoid the flying rubber as it was flung from the wheels at this speed. The blue car's speed dropped drastically and the four cars closed in to touch the blue on on all sides. The front windows were smashed out and a few more gunshots flew from it in desperation, only causing small divots in the town car's windows. Then like a fine choreographed maneuver, all four cars slammed on the brakes at the same time, and the paint scraped together, slowing the blue car down to a stop and they pushed it off to the side of the road.<br/><br/>Donta's car pulled up casually behind the jumble of cars in front of them, and The Don got out, along with his bodyguard at his side. As he approached the scene, suits in the side cars had the two occupants held at gunpoint, their arms raised and faces bloody and bruised.<br/><br/>"I suppose you know who I am." Donta said, addressing the two men from the front of the car, the blue Chevy's windshield now in shards along the dash, "Do you work for Vinchenzo?"<br/><br/>"Fuck you!" one spat, literally hacking a big wad of spit and he launched it at Donta, only for the wind to take it and make it land on the steaming hood of the car. Donta sighed.<br/><br/>"Look, all I wanna know is who sent you to pick on my crew. What the hell is the point of picking at me if I don't know who it is?" he said, "Was it Vinny?"<br/><br/>"We ain't saying nutting!" the other said, "You can just go to..."<br/><br/>BANG!<br/><br/>The man's words caught in his throat as his partner's head nearly exploded in the passenger's seat beside him, the bullet even going on to take out the rear window of the blue car, and passing through both the rear side and back window of the town car pressed against it.<br/><br/>"Aw shit. I forgot how powerful this thing is." Donta said, "Aw well, I can just get it fixed. I really only need one of you to find out what I need."<br/><br/>"Jack! What the fuck man?! You didn't have to kill him!" the man pleaded. Donta just answered by pulling back the hammer of his gun again, "Alright! It's Vinny!"<br/><br/>"Why the hell is he after me?" he asked, "I thought Vinny had his own town to deal in?"<br/><br/>"Dude, he has shares in most of the other rival gangs." the man said, "He wants yours out of the picture because you're the biggest treat. He knows you would never let him in because you know he would try and take over."<br/><br/>"Yeah, Vinny is an asshole." Donta said, "Still, he's pissing me off. No one messes with my crew!"<br/><br/>BANG!<br/><br/>Another shot but this time the man screamed. The shot had gone down through the hood, past the steering column, tore through the underside of the dash, and continued on to hit the man's  crotch, taking out a sizable portion of the seat as well. As if he tried it but more like by chance, the bullet even somehow tripped the wire to the trunk release and it popped open. Donta holstered his gun once more and circled the car while the man screamed.<br/><br/>"If you live long enough to see Vinny again, tell him not to fuck with me again, or I'll do the same to him, but his are going down his throat and not into his car seat. Got it!" Even from behind his sunglasses, the man writhing in pain could see the anger in his red, glowing eyes and fear gripped his chest. He nodded in a panic as Donta raised his hand, the four cars around the now wrecked blue one pried themselves loose and drove off. Donta reached into the trunk and pulled out his subordinate, carrying her carefully into his own car, putting her in the back seat beside him as his bodyguard took the front with the driver.<br/><br/>"Home, Jeeves. This time lets hope we don't get distracted again." he said, "Eric."<br/><br/>The suit in the front seat spoke up, "Yes, Sir."<br/><br/>"Call Dominique for me. Tell her why we were late and please have her ready my doctor for when we get home. We'll be using the first guest suite."<br/><br/>"Yes sir." he said, pulling out his phone. Donta went to work untying her and pulled a first aid kit from under the seat to stop the bleeding.