Where's Papa

She was a big legged gal, with nice hips and a nice womanly figure, just like I like my women...with a little meat on they bones...Her name was Patty something or other and she was celebrating her birthday on the newly opened rooftop bar and grille, "Mulberry Street" ,here in Philly....It was a large crowd and as big as I am, six feet four, 260 pounds of muscle...bald headed with a platinum stud in both of my ears and dark aviator shades....I still managed to blend into this crowd...Who am I? The name is Walter Jones.....but I'm known on the streets of Philly as "Kool Kat." The man with nine lives.

When I was a player, some guys I worked for tried to kill me...a guy shot me twice in the head with a .22.....It didn't get the job done...I picked him up, ripped his pants off and tossed him across the room....Today, because of that...He carries that nickname... "No pants"... The guy that was with him was so scared, he took his own gun and shot himself.

Another nasty gangster named Fiddler and his organization made several attempts on my life...but my boy, Kevin Morris took them and Fiddler down.....but my rep in the street stayed the same... Unkillable, untouchable...Turns out the cat wasn't after the huge amount of money I invested...He was after me cause I had charmed the panties (literally) off of his girl... My friends,
Kevin, Chess and Chris Thompson told me it would be better if I just took a powder and left Philly.

I did....I invested my huge sum of cash in some off shore accounts ...Way off shore , where the U.S. Government can't tax me....I got a little place on the island of Isla De Vieques in Puerto Rico.
I live good. Chris Thompson told me that he stayed there during his self imposed exile from Philly.

But I'm a Philly boy...Philadelphia is all I know..West Philly, North Philly, Germantown, Mt. Airy.
That's me..My turf....So I'm back.... I had been enjoying myself all night, drinking, talking to some old friends... and enjoying the live band that was jamming...

I finnally got ahold of the big legged girl and whispered in her ear...

"Happy Birthday Patty."

"Thank You Kool Kat..." she said with a giggle...

I held on to her tight......

"Ouuu, a girl could get used to this...feelin all safe in yo big arms.." she laughed.

"Can I buy you a drink birthday girl?" I said in her ear.

"Sure." she said.

"What else can I do for you?" I said, rubbing her hips and squeezing her thighs a little bit. She playfully, but not forcefully moved my hands...

"Ummmm, that depends..." she laughed.

"Aww come on...can a playa get lucky tonight?" I asked.

"It's my birthday, not yours.." she said with a laugh.....

"Yeah..and I could put a very nice ending to that birthday." I said.

"Ouu, I like how that sounds.....sayyyyyyyyy Kool Kat, lets walk downstairs...somewhere where
it's quiet and we can talk." she said.

She took my hand and led me off the rooftop, down the stairs down a dark hall, punctuated only by red neon lights that led to the restrooms...We walked into the ladies restroom...We checked
the stalls...There was no one in them......and we began kissing passionately, hungrily... I slipped
my hands up her dress.....Just then we heard footsteps and the sounds of some men talking....

"Shhhhhhh" she said..."Let's cool it until they leave." she whispered as I turned the lights out in the women's bathroom....The conversation I would hear would be most interesting-

"It's been five months and not a word, not a sight of my dad.....I'm pretty sure he's dead...That fat bastard made him disapear."

"Aww Baby Doc......You don't know that." came another voice.

"Look, They found Basil in the trunk of a car shot multiple times....that was a hit...and my pop hasn't been seen since then....He's dead I tell you...and that fat bastard has the nerve to buy my dad's club.....and re-open it...He's just mad because my dad had his joint, Ciro's closed down."

"Nah, Some dude named Chick Peters owns this joint Baby Doc."

"Chick Peters! Chick Peters is Fathead 's sister's son...That's his nephew..He's too smart to put the club in his name...His nephew is just a front....Fathead is his silent partner....."

'So Baby Doc....what do you want?"

"Marco...I want you to call in some talent....Not local...Nobody here in Philly can get close to the ones I want hit...Call in those three guys from Jamaica who we got to do those boys in New York that was givin us trouble...Call em in...Tell em I Want Roscoe hit, Ralph Mole, Chick
Peters and that fat son of a gun, Fathead Newton hit.....and anybody that stands with them...."

"Chris Thompson, Chess, Donald Smooth too?"

"Nah...Chess and Chris aint in the game...they legit now....they into real estate or somethin and Donald Smooth is cool......Nah, they aint involved in this...Just Hit Fathead, Roscoe, Ralph Mole and Chick......After they are gone..we'll do business with whoever is left."

"You got it Baby Doc....I'm on it."

"That's why I hired you Marco...you're a local guy...you know these guys....."

"I used to work for Fathead...but the fat bastard likes to eat alone...he aint sharin the wealth equally, you know?"

'Well when he's gone...His part of Philly is yours and then I'll appoint somebody to run South
Philly ,North Philly and whatever is left I can have."

"I'm with you Baby Doc."

"Come on, let's get out of here.....I can't stand another minute in this joint knowin that my dad is dead and buried somewhere in secret because of this joint."

They walked away......Patty looked at me...I was somber...Neither one of us could believe what we had just heard...A murder plot! I knew who the voices belonged to...One was "Baby Doc", the son of the missing gangster known as "Papa Doc". Everybody knew he was dead....He had made the mistake of bringing the L.&I down on Fathead and having his club, Ciro's closed so that it couldn't compete with Mulberry street....For that kind of treachery, Fathead got even...had his
Cheif enforcer Basil hit and had Papa Doc dispatched...In places unknown.

The other voice belonged to a cool and deadly Playa named Marco Gervay, A Philly guy who once worked for Fathead, "Big Daddy" and The Diaz Brothers.....He was now working alongside
Baby Doc with the promise of sitting in Fathead's chair at the top....I didn't like him...He was a snake....He'd work with anyone who looked like they were at the top at the time...He wasn't to be trusted.

Of course, I could stay out of this....I didn't work for any of the people named..Never did....but Fathead had been good to me when I was still in the game and I did owe Roscoe...He had after all
saved my boy Kevin by cutting down Fiddler...So you know me....I was gonna pull Fathead's people's coat to this.

But not tonight.....First things first....

"Don't worry about them Patty cakes...that aint our business." I said cooley...

"You right Kool Kat....now uh where were we at?" she said.

"It is your birthday..." I said sly as I stuck my hand up her dress and eased her underwear down. we began kissing again and she pulled my zipper down.....

"Oh mmmmmy....this is going to be a happy birthday for me after all.." she cooed....

"Yes indeed." I said.

I'd call Fathead and his people tomorrow.

(To Be Continued......)