SIGEL
I stood in front of Joey’s grave and watched as the rain pelted down on his casket. His baby mama, Susie, and his son stood beside me. All eyes were on us because Robinson had been on my dick.
Imagine being away at Disney Land for my daughter’s birthday and this nigga blowing your phone up. I couldn’t even enjoy the Mickey waffles before I was flying back to be reprimanded in person.
They used Joey like snow salt and covered the street with his damn skin. Poor man had to have a closed casket because his face was peeled off from being dragged in the street.
Robinson been on my ass because he claimed I was playing instead of being undercover. The truth was that I was fucking playing.
Being in the streets was fun as shit, and now I saw why niggas took to the life of crime. The streets were ours, and nobody said shit about it.
I could tell niggas what to do, and they went and did it. Shit, all I had to really do was plant seeds in their head, and they went and did it. They all never finished high school so manipulating them was easy as hell.
Half the beef happening was because I got in their heads and made them feel like they were pussy for not getting their lick back.
Goon and Khaos’s cousin was something that I didn’t have shit to do with. It was a personal beef between Pesos and Khaos. They had been beefing for years.
That was the main reason I was assigned to the Deep-Water Demons. The violence in the city was becoming crazy, and they wanted to take down Pesos. When I first started my assignment, Pesos was the nigga that everyone answered to.
Nothing moved without him, and slowly, I worked my way up until I was the nigga calling the shots right beside him. On the outside looking in, you thought I was the head, and I didn’t correct anybody either.
Even with how deep I was in with this assignment, I wouldn’t do a kid that way. I had two kids of my own. My daughter and son were always on my mind when I moved out here. Getting back to them had always been priority.
I watched the news while Goon’s cousin washed the street that her baby’s blood was on. She screamed, sobbed, and cried for her boy that had been murdered on that same corner. Shit broke my heart because no mother should have had to do that.
Now when I saw her, some days she was put together and on the move. Then, it was those other days when she was on our block asking what we needed. I never fucked his cousin, but there was a whole bunch of DWD niggas that could say they did.
Zoya thought I had a shit ton of kids but only met a few of them. It’s amazing what paying your favorite crackhead would do.
After a while, I started to develop feelings for the woman. She was fine, smart, and if this wasn’t an assignment, I would have married her ass. I started tossing shit her way.
The kids were the first test.
With the way Zoya acted, I half expected her to break up with me. When I had my cousin come over acting like my baby mama, I thought for sure she would have kicked me out. Despite her never-ending shit, I could feel her pulling away each time she found out a little bit more about me.
There was never really a spark in her eyes, but I could see that she was over me. Pushing her to meet her family never worked. Bitch was a tough nut to crack. I thought when I cried and told her I wanted us to be forever, and that meant meeting our families, she would do it.
I could tell she was slightly open to the shit, then she went away for Thanksgiving with her family and came back singing a different tune. It was like all the work I put in with her went down the drain.
Those vaulted walls were back up, and she started questioning everything. I used to be able to call and come over to chill with her, and that even changed. Coming to see her felt like an appointment because she never made time for me.
When I picked up that box of evidence from her house, I couldn’t tell if she saw something. If she opened that box, she would have seen the picture of Judge Case. Not that it would have meant anything to her, other than the fact that she had been the judge on a few of her cases.
Robinson was convinced that Judge Case had some ties with Menace Caselli. I knew he and Zoya were related because of that last name. His name floated between different agencies, no one really knowing where to put him.
His name was among those for the organized crime task force. People took Khaos as a simple member of a gang, when his ties were much deeper. He had his hands so deep into shit that my dick got hard thinking of the day I would put his hands behind his back and walk his ass into a cage.
Menace was more complicated because there was no face to the name, and no real identities other than his name. Even his social security numbers that we thought were tied came back as dead.
As if the man was dead, and we were out here chasing a ghost around. It was almost like he was protected too. Not too many people wanted to go down the route of finding out who the man was. Jasper seemed like he was the only person close enough to crack the code, then it went cold.
Last I spoke to his brother, he was picking up where he left off, and his ass disappeared too. Every person that even looked like they were going to investigate who this man was, ended up gone.
He was truly a ghost.
After putting Susie and her son in one of the SUV’s, I headed to the office because if my boss called me once more, I was going to scream.
Nyla Vae was the director of the organized crime unit that had been put together. When I stepped into my assignment, we didn’t have a unit. We knew what the goal was, and I reported every week.
I was supposed to remain clean, not kill, and remember that this was undercover. During the midst of all of that, I forgot all about that and dived straight forward into this life. Robinson was trying to clean a bunch of shit up, so now this new unit existed.
I shook my trench coat off as I walked down the hall, and draped it across the back of my chair, heading toward the meeting room.
When I entered the room, Robinson was sitting at the head of the table. I was surprised to see his ass here. He never came around unless he needed me to do something for his ass.
Like steal that box of evidence.
“How was the funeral, Marcus?”
I shrugged and dropped down in the empty chair I spotted. “It was a funeral… same as all those in the past and the ones that will happen in the future.”
Nyla leaned forward. “This is Aimee Gates. She’s a new intern and is very good. They don’t have any use for her in the other departments, so she was put here.”
“Fuck is she supposed to do?” I questioned, not understanding why we needed another person on this team.
Her brown skin glistened under these dull lights, and her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a pair of black eyeglasses, and her lips were glossed up.
“Cyber specialist. She’s new, and she’s an intern, but I feel like she’s a good fit for the team.” Robinson said, staring directly at her.
She didn’t see the way he was staring at her because she was writing something down. “Cool.”
She finally lifted her head and smiled. “Glad that you approve.”
“No one has any information, not even our informants. The owner of the lounge says he was in the kitchen and ran when he heard gun shots. How does someone come into a public restaurant, shoot a woman in the head, and torture a man, and no one knows anything?” Nyla asked, completely confused.
“Find out some information. Got people coming down on me because the crime seems to be getting worse. Marcus, don’t forget you went to a private school and a Christian college.
This is a fucking job, not your lifestyle,” Robinson stood up.
“Now, I have a meeting with District Attorney Fern for lunch… do your fucking jobs before I get somebody else in here to do your job for you.”
He rested his hand on Aimee’s shoulder. “It was nice meeting you, Director Robinson.”
“Likewise, Aimee. I’ll be checking in with you to see if this is a good fit for you.
” He wasn’t going to check in to see if she was a good fit.
She was an attractive woman, and he was interested.
The same way he was interested in Nyla and always checked in with her. Beautiful women made the FBI go around.
We all sat in the room in silence after he left. “What do you have?”
“Nyla, you know damn well I don’t have anything.” I sucked my teeth, pissed she was even trying to put me on the spot.
What I told her last week was the same shit that I had this week. Other than Joey’s body, I ain’t have shit.
She stood up and folded her arms. “Just lay low.”
Susie told me exactly who was responsible. Goon was testing me and calling me out. He knew I was best for sending someone to handle shit for me, but he was making sure he called me out in front of my own people.
Forcing them to look at me.
He had killed one of my own.
They were going to want to know what I would do about it, and I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. Joey shouldn’t have done whatever the fuck he did. As much as I wanted to go with that logic, I had to do something.
My reputation depended on it.
Reminder: Character previously mentioned in Capone series (Jerome)
“For somebody to be missing, that throat knows exactly where home is.” I rubbed her face, as she choked my dick down.
I massaged her hair as I listened to her choke. It sounded like she needed air or oxygen with how hard she was sucking my dick. I couldn’t front like she didn’t have my toes curled in these boots I had on.
Sabrina Broward had been missing for a little minute and the entire time, she was in the hood. She was a black woman, so they didn’t give a fuck that she was missing. I was stressed after that funeral and meeting and needed something to take the edge off, and she was right there cleaning.
The knock on the door didn’t stop her from gobbling my dick whole. “Come in.”
Keyshawn and Jerome walked into the room and then covered their eyes. “My bad, nigga… didn’t know she was getting down with you.”
“You never saw dick before… go ahead, open up.” I positioned my dick into her mouth, and she went right back on sucking, while they turned towards the wall.
Jerome was the only one that turned to look at me. “Yeah, my own… not trying to see her suck yo dick.”
“The fuck do you both want?”
“Niggas killed Joey, and we supposed to just sit and be quiet about the shit?” Jerome was younger than me, but the nigga scared me because he had heart.
The streets had swallowed him whole and spit him back out a fucking warrior, ’cause why was he this turned the fuck up and it was morning.
“Every block from here to over on that side is hot. The fuck you suppose we do, Jerome?”
He didn’t have an answer, as he paced. “I got some shit that I’m going to with my brother… meeting with the owners.”
Keyshawn lived this life when his brother was a player on the Sonics basketball team. Not just any fucking player, he was the star player on that team.
“Draft is happening soon, huh?”
“Yeah. Plus, the team was acquired by new owners. My bro be making me go with him… always on that trying to keep me out the street shit.”
I raised my brow. “Never considered that you should listen?”
He laughed like the question was supposed to be a joke. “That’s his life… this mine. Enough said.”
“You got kids, Keys?”
“Daughter.”
“And what happens if you end up like Joey? Who gonna watch over her?”
The question pissed him off. “Her mama got some bum ass nigga playing stepdaddy.”
He stood in front of me, early morning smelling like he just started drinking for the day and he had the nerve to judge another man for stepping up for his child.
“Heard that contract for Jaiden Cooper gonna be crazy.” Jerome looked down at his phone.
“For a rookie contract, shit is going down in the history books.” I pulled shorty’s head up to make sure she didn’t suffocate on nut.
Jerome looked up and smirked. “Oh word? Need to go hit up my old childhood friend. He owes me a favor.”
The smirk told me that nothing Jerome had going on was going to be good. Every time I saw Jaiden Cooper, he was always with security.
How in the fuck was Jerome going to get close to him to ask his ass for some money or to repay whatever favor?
Wasn’t my problem, or my concern. “We done? I’m trying to bust this nut.”
Keyshawn pointed to shorty while snapping his fingers. “Oh yeah, they running her missing story again… saw that shit last night.”
She lifted her head and looked at me. “All you need to worry about is sucking… that’s all.”
“I saw her ass smiling in that Inferno God’s face too. The one with the braids… He seems to always frequent that store.”
I pushed her head down further as she choked. “You want one of those motorcycle maniacs?”
“Arghh no urgh,” she choked out the words.
Keyshawn looked horrified as I was fucking her face as if we were alone. He was the first to leave the room while Jerome’s freaked out ass seemed like he wanted to join.
“We protected and saved you… you don’t go sucking no other dick, but the niggas in this house.” I scolded. “Jerome, get the fuck out unless you bout to start sucking dick like she is.”
He turned his face up. “You zesty as fuck, bro.”
I let her head down and leaned back and allowed her to catch her breath while I thought about all this shit going on.
Robinson: Another one.