"Who is it ?" Michael called out. He had his gun in his hand. "Open the door, Michael." "Get ready, baby." He said to Whitney. Michael slowly opened the door. "Man, I could have killed you !!! Why would you do that, you know I'm running from the cops." A tall light skinned guy came in. He had on a suit like Michael, but it was black. He also had a chain that ran from his waiste to his pocket. The hat he was wearing had a bright red feather sticking out of it. "Sorry man. I couldn't help it. So what did you do this time ?" "Robbed a bank." "Hey, aint you Fat Cat's girl ?" "Not anymore. She's mine now. Ain't that right, baby ?" "Yes, baby." "I don't know, Michael. This might be a bad idea. I know you and Fat Cat don't like each other,  but this is a new level even for you." "How so ?" "You can't steal someone's girl." "I don't care if she's Fat Cat's girl or not. She's mine now and if he wanted her so bad, how come he treated her like dirt ?" "Ok, Michael. I get your point. So, what are you guys gonna do now ?" "Wait till the heat blows over." "So do you guys wanna have a party over at my house this Sunday night ?" "I don't know. Baby, do you wanna go ?" "Yea. Why not ?" Whitney replied. "Ok, Sammy. We'll be there." "Good. I need to go and pick up a few things. See ya on Sunday." Sammy left and made his way back to town. Before he got home, he swung through Fat Cat's place. "Hey yo Fat Cat. I'm back." Sammy said walking into a dark office. You could smell cigar smoke in the air and saw the red from the cigar. "Good. Did you ask them ?" "Yea Boss. They're coming Sunday night." "Perfect. Once they get here, we'll give dear old Mikey the surprise of his life. Now go and make sure everything is in order." "Yes sir."