An anonymous man stood in front of Jon and his entourage. “Look at this scumbag from Philly, thinkin’ he’s tough with his crew of boneheads. My boss said she doesn’t want to see you or your crew of boneheads around here anymore, it’s none of your business being here in Detroit.”

The man was wearing a black trench coat and matching black fedora. Seen all around Detroit were men and women dress in the same attire. Jon heard about these folks before he arrived in Detroit, but that wasn’t going to stop him from making his drug runs.

Balling up his fist, ready to pound the man Jon called the man out. “Who the fuck are you callin' boneheads, ya fuckin’ prick?”

“BOSS! NO!” As Jon ducked, his right hand and good friend Percy jumped in front of him as a shot from the distance was heard. Percy landed hard on the ground next to Jon. The shot had barely nicked Percy, but Jon quickly retaliated and fired a single shot straight into the man's forehead who had shot at him. Blood spattered on the ground 7 meters behind the man as he fell to the floor and continued to leak onto the pavement.

Jon grabbed the man in front of him and quickly wrapped his arm around his neck. “I want you to send a message to your boss. Tell her I’m here to stay and I do business where I damn well please and she’ll be seeing a lot of me.” Jon squeezed the man’s neck until he became motionless and Jon dropped his unconscious body on the floor and he and his men hopped in their cars and sped off.