‘Vinny what happened?’
‘We had a problem. Shabazz is gone and that’s that.’
There was nothing we could do about it.
Q was a made man and Shabazz wasn’t. We had to sit still and take it.
It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit.
At least they did not shoot Shabazz in the face, that way his mother could give him an open-coffin at the funeral.