Apparently this didn’t go over too well with Prince. Mike remembers their call being put on speakerphone, with someone lurking on Prince’s end of the line barking threats. “Do you know who you’re talking to?” Mike recalls the man saying. “Something could happen to you!”
Mike tried to put the conversation out of his mind. That night he fell asleep like normal in his house in a new Missouri City subdivision. But in the middle of the night, as he lay next to his pregnant girlfriend, something woke him.
“Did you just tell me to get up?” he asked his lady. She said she hadn’t, so he lay back down, but sleep wouldn’t return. Something felt eerie.
He walked into the living room and sat down. After pausing for a moment, he lit a cigarette and began a conversation with his maker. “Lord, I feel like somebody’s plotting against me,” he prayed. “Please watch over me. Don’t let nothing happen to me.”
Mike made the sign of the cross and leaned over to ash his cigarette. At that very moment, shots rang out and he heard the sound of glass smashing. A bullet penetrated the wall behind him, right where his head had been a moment earlier.
