Chapter NineEarlier that night Mufasa had gotten a call from Franklin requesting a sit-down. He wondered what the don could want since he’d already received his usual shipment and wasn’t due to re-up for another two or three weeks. It wasn’t like he and the big man were buddies who hung out and shot the s**t over ice cold ones. Their relationship was one based on business alone. And that’s how it would always be.
Mufasa scooped up the dice from the crap table and stole a glance at his Audemar; Franklin was supposed to meet him at his casino an hour ago, but he had yet to his show face, which was okay with him. He’d been on a hot-streak since he stepped through the door. He had turned $10,000 in chips into $250,000 dollars in chips in forty-five minutes. Lady Luck was on his side and so w
