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  The only other thing that I come up with, was that she was in protective custody and if she was, she might be tucked away somewhere in west bubble fuck. This was how the movies portrayed people who were snitches, the only difference this was real life and I was going to get that bitch one way or another. I put that on my unborn seed.

  I was back in the city and was happy to be back home. Sierra and my seed provided that kind of comfort even in the midst of the storm. I knew she wasn’t expecting me until tomorrow night. So this was going to be a surprise. I saw her girl’s car in the driveway this was kind of weird because I spoke to Sierra earlier and she never mentioned that she was having company.

  I didn’t like that bitch, but kept my cool because of the friendship that she has with Sierra. I even was more suspicious after Sierra got shot, in my eyes everybody was a suspect until I could prove different.

  The downstairs lights were turned off so I made my way upstairs. I see Sierra wasn’t on her game because the alarm wasn’t set and she didn’t hear me enter the house. I entered the bedroom and in front of me was every man’s dream. My woman was on her knees eating out her best friend. I stood there taking in the scenery. I was lost for words. I mean I’m no stranger to this type of shit. I was only shocked that Sierra got down like that. Damn! All this time we could’ve been sharing bitches.

  I cleared my throat and let them know I was standing there. Sierra jumped to her feet and looked at me. I was not tight; instead I was pleased to see two sexy, fat ass females in front of me. I told Sierra my intentions and she felt like I was dissing her. She behaved just like a woman. She got caught and now wanted to scream foul. I decided it was a waste of my time because they weren’t trying to let me smash. I told her girl to get the fuck out of my crib and that triggered that bitch to come at me sideways. I had to stop myself from shooting her ass dead. Her mouth was lethal and that was one of the reasons why I didn’t like to fuck bitches from the projects. They believe they could talk to a nigga any old way, where they fucked up at is not knowing I was a different type of nigga. I will drop a bitch quick. Sierra really caught me off guard when she mentioned that my picture was on the news. As if things could get any worse. I was really hoping that I had a clean getaway from the scene, but the face of that little nigga lingered in my mind.

  Sierra’s girl left and she followed after her. I put my head in my palms. I was stressed the fuck out. The game had definitely changed and I had to act fast. Playtime was over and I had to shut shop down. I made me a glass of Henney and waited on her to come inside. I was ready to lay everything out on the table. It was either now or never!

  Shayna Jackson

  It’s been a while since I spoke to my parents so I called and had a long talk with Daddy. Times like these, I wished that I was back home with him, however I was a big girl and could handle whatever situation that came my way. I bet he’d be proud of me if I told him how I stood my ground against Alijah. I didn’t want to alarm him so I decided not to tell him about all the chaos that was taking place in my life.

  I got a phone call from Sanders early Friday morning.

  “Hello Sanders, I hope you have some good news for me.”

  “Be in my office Monday at 9 a. m. sharp,” He said angrily and hung up before I could get one word in.

  “That’s rude,” I said to myself.

  He really needed to brighten up a little. I shook my head and thought the nerve of some men. That phone call meant something important, I didn’t know what it was, and I just knew it moistened my pussy. I got up and took out Mr. Mandingo that was the name of my twelve inch pearl dildo. This had been my only source of company as of lately. I can honestly say that I really enjoyed fucking myself because I didn’t have to worry about sucking it to get an erection, and we can go at it all night long. Hmm…whoever made him was one brilliant sucker. I poured a glass of my California Zinfandel wine and took out my K-Y Jelly. My pussy stayed wet, but I still love to moisten up Mr. Mandingo a little. After sipping on the wine, I started to get a sensational tingling. I started to gently squeeze and stroke my partner then slid him into my high maintenance pussy hole. The gentle ripples on the dildo shaft provided me with additional stimulation. I grabbed the hollow balls and thrusted deeper in. My body trembled and I was forced into multiple orgasms. I continued on into hours of pleasure and I finally ran out of cum. I fell out in the bed which was soaked with pussy juice. I let the dildo remain inside me as I dozed off into the night.

  ***

  It was ten minutes to nine when I pranced my black tail to the Commissioner’s office. I was dressed in a red Anne Klein pantsuit with a pair of pumps. I had my hair pinned up in a bun and little make up. I’ve learned first appearance was always the most important one. I had to be on point since I was not sure what I was walking into.

  The office slut was present as usual so I gave her my name as she looked at me with envy in her eyes. I knew deep down that simple bitch wished she look as good as me. She told me the Commissioner was waiting for me. I pushed the door to his office; I was ready to show my ass if this was some stupid meeting. The thought quickly diminish when I realized that, there were three others in the room. I could see feds written all over them.

  “Hello Mrs. Jackson, take a seat. These are Agents Duhaney, Swasburg and the beautiful Agent Rozzario,” Sanders said.

  “Hello, nice to meet you all,” I said

  “Well, the purpose of this meeting is to discuss our mutual person of interest; your husband Alijah Jackson.”

  “Really what is this meeting about?”

  I wondered if I should have brought my lawyer along with me.

  “Have a seat; we might be here for a while,” Agent Duhaney instructed.

  Agent Rozzario got up out of her seat and walked around to my side of the table.

  “Okay, we are all here, so I will start. This is the bottom line, we have been on to your husband’s trail since he first stepped foot in the Commonwealth. One of our undercover agents gave us his name. We do know about his crimes.”

  “So why he is not locked up then and why are you telling me this?”

  “Sanders came to us last week with evidence that you gave his office and after going through each piece with a fine tooth comb, I think we can finally nail him for all the drugs and murders. We’ve also brought in Agent Swasburg from the New York Division of the FBI. I believe it’s time that we put him and his crew away for life.”

  “Alright, you have all this. I ask you again, and why am I here?”

  “You’re here because you are married to him. You know him better than anyone of us.”

  “I get that, but I already did my part. I gave y’all everything, him admitting to his crimes on tape. Richmond Police fucked it up and let him walk. I am not doing this anymore; y’all have to do this on your own.”

  I got up out of my chair; I was ready to leave out. This smart ass bitch walked in front of me and blocked my path.

  “Shayna sit down! This meeting is far from over. I am going to take this case to the federal grand jury and I want you to testify.”

  I did not sit down. This bitch had me twisted, talking to me like that.

  “I’m not testifying. I gave you all the evidence, get the indictment from that. In case you were not aware Rozzario; I am a defense attorney so I know the law. I am still legally married to Alijah, so I cannot be forced to testify against my spouse. I believe that is spousal privilege, yes that’s what it is.” I looked her dead in the eyes.

  I looked at Sanders and his face was gleaming. I knew the bastard was enjoying every bit of this masquerade. I shot him a dirty look.

  “Well, Mrs. Jackson, since you are familiar with the law, you should be aware of what I’m about to say. I am going to charge you with conspiracy to commit murder, drug trafficking, money laundering and last, but not least, the attempted murder of Mr. Jackson’s live in girlfriend and the mother of his unborn child.”

  I froze in the spot that I was standing. I wonde
red, did I hear this Spanish bitch correctly? How did she know that I shot Sierra? I took a seat and tried to regroup quickly. I heard Sanders chuckling. I wanted to shut his faggot ass up, but I was in no position to do that. The bottom line is, I was served with a severe case of reality.

  “Mrs. Jackson, let’s stop fucking around. Your hands are just as dirty as those of your husband; however I have no interest in you. I’m prepared to offer full immunity in exchange for your testimony, in front of the grand jury and at his trial. I am also offering the witness protection program with a new identity.”

  “You think you have it all figured out for my life? Y’all some dirty bastards. I came to you guys for help and this is how I get treated, really?”

  “Cut out the performance. There’s a cell with a cot waiting on you. The decision is yours to make. You have forty-eight hours to get back to us and oh yea, we know all about you fucking Sanders and then trying to blackmail him. See honey, while you was busy setting him up, he was one step ahead of you. We have everything on video. I have to admit, you are one slick woman,” Agent Rozzario said.

  I wanted to leap over the desk and put my tiny little fingers around his neck, cutting off his air and then watch him die slowly. Instead, I got up out of the chair and opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

  I couldn’t say I was shocked. I was pissed because I tried to help these fuckers and they turned around and fucked me as if I was a common whore. The secretary slut had a smile on her face as if she knew what just went down in the office. I held my head high and hurriedly walked past her, I needed to get a strong drink and regroup. That federal bitch thought she was the shit, but she need to know, there’s only one of me and I was the HEAD BITCH!

  Chapter Nine

  Alijah Jackson

  I called a meeting immediately, after learning that I was a suspect in the murders. I wasn’t sure who saw it, so I could not risk getting picked up. I need to get out of VA like yesterday. At this point, I didn’t know who I could trust except my crew.

  We decided to meet in the parking lot by Virginia Center Commons. I tried to be extra careful since I wasn’t sure that I wasn’t under surveillance. Chuck, Dre and Damion were present. Damion was the newest addition to the crew. He was supposed to be helping me stretch my network out to the Carolinas, but from the look of things, that might not even pop off. We dapped each other up and wasted no time with small talk. I knew my time was limited and my back was against the wall.

  “I called this meeting ‘cause a situation presented itself and I popped off a few days ago. I was made aware that there’s an eyewitness so with that said, it’s time to leave this place.”

  “What type of situation and where?” Damion asked.

  “Brethren, this not something that I’m about to discuss. It’s personal, I handled it and that’s that!” I snapped.

  “Aiight Boss Man how soon you talkin’ ‘bout?” Chuck questioned.

  “Well, that’s why I wanted to rap wit’ y’all. How fast can y’all get rid of the work we have?”

  “Shit, I say, ‘bout two weeks, at the earliest.”

  “Aiight, make it happen. We cleaning house, shut e’erything down in two weeks, then we out.”

  “So, what you plan on doing ‘bout your situation?”

  “I ain’t goin’ do shit. I’m ‘bout to bounce up outta here, move the fuck on to bigger and better things. You feel me?”

  “Gotcha boss man!”

  This pussy hole was definitely getting on my nerves. He was questioning me like I was a bitch or something.

  “Son, you already know it’s whatever. You roll, and we roll,” Dre chimed in.

  “No question. Let’s get it done.”

  I was about to jump in the truck when I remembered something.

  “One more thing, this was a private meeting.”

  They all nodded yes and I jumped in the truck and sped off. I didn’t get too far down the block when I noticed a black SUV following closely behind me. It caught my attention because it pulled out right after I exited the mall parking lot. I knew that I was semi-paranoid but I couldn’t take any chances. I took some different turns then pulled over at the Texaco on Laburnum Avenue. I watched as it sped pass, I tried to get a glimpse of who was driving, but the windows were tinted jet black.

  I took a detour and instead of heading home, I headed to Fairfield. I called Saleem so he’d know I was on my way to see him. I needed to rap with him real quick, plus it’d been a minute since we kicked it. I drove around the back side of the building. I knocked a few times and he opened the back door.

  “Whaddup son?”

  “Peace my brother.”

  “Pour me a strong drink.”

  “Gotcha!”

  He poured two drinks and we sat down. The store was closed for the day so we were by ourselves.

  “How did your trip up top turn out?”

  “E’erything cultured. You know me, if it ain’t no dollars involved, I’m not fucking with it,” I bragged.

  “Understand.”

  “Bro, I want to holla at you ‘bout some real shit. I think them pigs are after me about a double murder that happened the other day.”

  “What the fuck, how?”

  “Man, I fucked up. I was trying to fuck the Puerto Rican bitch and went to see her in a motel on Midlothian Turnpike and when I got there a dude stuck me up. I ain’t had no choice, but to kill both of them.”

  “How the fuck they traced it back to you?”

  “On my way up, I passed a woman with a lil’ homey and he looked me dead in my eyes as I walked by. That’s the only way possible.”

  “Damn brother! How you know the pigs’ looking for you?”

  “Sierra saw the news the other night and they had a sketch of my face and they also offering a reward.”

  “Yea, that doesn’t sound good at all. You need to bounce ASAP.”

  “I know that, the timing is off though.”

  “I know this ain’t the right time to put this on you, but I have no choice. I found out who was responsible for shooting Sierra. See I had my connect put out a bounty on the person head and sure enough the streets start talking.”

  “Bro cut all the unnecessary info, who did it?”

  “Word is, it’s your wife.”

  “Wha the bumbo claat, yuh a sey.”

  “My connect is legit, haven’t failed me as yet.”

  “Yo Bro, this bitch is out to get me. How the fuck? I was so fucking blind. This bitch was out to get me all along.”

  “Brother Man, we had the conversation a few months back and I told you to handle the situation that you had with her. She’s a scorned woman that will do anything to get your attention.”

  “I’m hearing you son, but we talkin’ ‘bout the bitch that I married. I gave the world to her.”

  “True, you gave her everything, except you. A woman like Shayna is not to be taken for granted. I warned you about this.”

  “You did and I didn’t listen. This bitch played me and now she violated me. This leaves me no choice, but to hunt her down and put her out of her misery.”

  “Shit, if she’s working for the law, only Allah knows where she’s at right now. Be very careful, you might just walk into a trap.”

  “I feel you on that. Another thing I’m closing up shop, getting out of here. Shit ain’t right, at times I feel like I’m being followed and I don’t know how much Shayna know. I can’t linger around.”

  “Wise choice my brother.”

  He grabbed my arm, and then he spoke.

  “Listen to your inner gut. Trust no one and I mean no one. You’re a man destined for greatness, but too many Jinns in the way. Leave, start over, I’ll always be here, if you need to reach me.”

  “I know bro, you always have my back and I love you for that. You know I will lay a nigga or an entire family down for you. We ain’t blood, but loyalty has bound us together.”

  “Brother, we love the game, but these street
s are mean and cruel. I lost my lil brother to the streets and each day I realize this ain’t the life, but this is all I know. You’re still young and you have a family, get out and live your life.”

  “Yea bro, I think ‘bout it e’eryday. I want to be around to raise my seed. I didn’t have no pops so mom-dukes held it down as much as she could, but the fact is, these streets raised me. I want different for my seed.”

  “That’s a decision only you can make, you know that. Only a few of us ever made it out, either you’re six feet under or pressing a bunk in prison.”

  “Well, I can’t risk either so I’m about to be ghost in exactly two weeks.”

  “Sounds good, be easy. Be your own guardian, protect yourself my brother.”

  “Aiight son.”

  He let me out the door and we dapped each other; I got into my truck. This talk between us was so tense. I love rapping with him because whenever we do, I’ve always walk away with some type of knowledge.

  ***

  I headed home to holla at Sierra about the move I was ready to make. I need to know what it was, either she was riding with me or not. I would prefer if she did, ‘cause I need to be in my child’s life. I felt like I was ready to settle down with her and be a family. I didn’t want to lose her behind some fuckery.

  On the drive home, I searched my memory to remember all the places that Shayna talked about visiting, all the different states that we visited together. I knew that she didn’t fall off the face of the earth. Somebody, somewhere know where the fuck she was. I needed to turn the heat up and I bet you motherfuckers would start talking.

  Chapter Ten

  Sierra Rogers

  So much had been going on. Alijah and I barely spoke to one another. I sent him a message that I was sick of him and his bullshit. I knew I was a good bitch and plenty niggas would love to wife me. If he continued playing his childish ass games, he’d find himself alone.

  I’ve been a hustler from the time I was a child, so taking care of me was no big deal. I was tempted to walk away from the house and go find me a two bedroom apartment. I wasn’t one of these dumb bitches that needed a fucking man. I looked at it like this, I could do for myself and I could please myself if I had to. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him and wanted a family with him, but I wouldn’t deal with no disrespectful ass dude that thought because his money was long, he could disrespect me. I knew my pussy was tight and wet; I could ride a dick, had a cute face and had a career. So niggas better come correct.