by Corey Bryant
“Damn, this stupid bitch done cut her phone off!” Screamed lil twin.
“She must be enjoying herself some good dick!” Said Jon-Jon.
“Kabo had called me and told me that they were at a hotel on Biscayne called the Vagabond.” He supposed to be calling me back and letting me know what’s up and now he ain’t answering.” Said lil twin. She was pacing back and forth in the VIP.
“Sit down and have you a drink! You making me all nervous and shit!” Said Jon-Jon.
“Nervous? I ain’t nervous I’m just ready” Said lil twin as she lit her 3rd straight Newport within 20 minutes.
“Yo sister knows how to handle herself and I told you it may not be easy to knock him off tonight. Big twin is up under him fa sho!”
“Nigga you trying to be funny!” Said lil twin as she sat back down and turned up a shot of Cuervo-silver.
“Naw…it’s facts, we or she can catch him wit his drawers down for real. Literally or figuratively speaking ya dig?” Said Jon-Jon.
She felt where Jon-Jon was coming from, but lil twin was also thinking about Kabo.
“This nigga won’t answer his phone and now it’s off!” Said Tremaine, one of the young wolves. They had this nigga named Kabo tied up with tape around his mouth in the trunk of a white 2016 Chevy Malibu. Brainhead had told them to follow Antonio, watch his back and pull up on anybody who may pose a threat! They had noticed that when they met in the parking lot a nigga out of Jon-Jon’s entourage came out of the club looking around trying to spot somebody. So they had two of the young wolves go ahead and follow Antonio and the twin. While they sat back and watched the nigga Kabo jump in a black Impala to follow Antonio. Then they in turn followed Kabo. Once Antonio pulled in at the Vagabond Hotel in Biscayne. Then noticed Kabo watching him and twin get out of the blue Lamborghini Aventador.
“Is this nigga fucking the lil hoe or what?” Said Tremaine.
“I don’t know but it seems like the fool is watching them for somebody. The feds or somebody else.” Said Lanski.
“You’re right! Said Tremaine. Let’s go check the nigga out!” They eased out of the car and headed towards the Impala. Kabo was too busy texting somebody and watching the hotel entrance to even notice Lansky and Tremaine approaching him until it was too late.
“Nigga, what the fuck you doing?” Said Lanski as he pointed the Desert Eagle at Kabo’s head.
“Don’t even try it, partner!” Said Tremaine as he approached from the passenger’s side of the car pointing a Glock .40 at Kabo.
“Nigga get out!” Said Lanski as he grabbed Kabo.
“Hey man, hold up!” Said Kabo.
“Nigga hold up!” Said Lanski before hitting Kabo on the side of his head with the Desert Eagle. Kabo tried to run which ended up fruitless because Tremaine had shot the clips up under him and to the ground he went. They delivered a quick beat down before anyone could notice. Took him to the Malibu while putting tape around his mouth then tied his hands and threw him into the trunk and pulled off. That’s when Lanski called Brainhead and told him what was going on.
“Call that nigga and tell him what’s going on! Interrogate the nigga and find out what’s happening with him. Who he’s working for whether he’s just freelancing!” Said Brainhead.
“Kid…You must not have heard what I said. This nigga is part of Jon-Jon’s entourage plus he’s sporting one of them chains with the 3rd on them!” Said Lanski, referring to the chain that Kabo had on and everybody in Jon-Jon’s entourage wore which represents the 3rd ward in Houston, Texas.
“Ooh, my bad my nigga. I see where you’re coming from. Come back to the club and get me. Text me once you’re here” Said Brainhead.
“Bet!” Said Lanski as he hung up. He called Antonio’s phone 5 or 6 times back to back and still no answer. He text the phone and told him the developments.
While Lanski was texting Antonio’s phone and filling him in on new developments. Two undercover feds that looked like rappers/thugs are emailing and texting the lead investigators on the case about Antonio Deangelo and his crew’s new developments! Once Antonio and the twin left the club the 2 fake thugs were trailing them until they noticed other people were trailing them also that was part of their entourage. So, they discreetly took pictures and fell back so they won’t be noticed. That way they followed everybody who was following Antonio which led them into witnessing a kidnapping.
“Let’s roll,” Said the agent with the dreadlocks.
“Naw, hold up,” Said the other agent as he grabbed his partner’s arm.
“Hold up” This is a kidnapping in progress! What you mean?” Said the dreadlocked agent.
“Let’s see how things unfold before we blow our cover. We’ll follow them then take them down and arrest them.”
The agents followed the white Malibu back to the club and watched as the rapper Brainhead got in the car with the guys who kidnapped a man.
“Man, you believe this shit!? Said the agent with the dreads.
“Yeah, these aren’t just regular rappers, these dudes actually are gangsters.” Said the other agent as he was taking pictures of the rapper getting into the white Malibu with the two men who just kidnapped a man from the parking lot of the Vagabond Hotel on Biscayne avenue.
“Them dudes are part of their entourage!” Said the agent with the dreads.
“Them niggaz got on them same black t-shirts with R.I.C.O Ent!”
“Right,” Said the other agent as he fell in traffic behind Brainhead and the young wolves. Exercising their training on cold trailing suspects.
After getting my second nut I grabbed my phone, clothes, strap and went to the bathroom. After I cleaned myself, I was checking my phone and I imagined twin was too because her phone was blowing up also. After reading the texts that Lanski and Tremaine had sent me I immediately called them.
“Bout time my nigga!” Said Lanski.
“Now what you was saying?” I asked referring to their texts.”
“Man, we got this nigga out at the swamps torturing his ass. Aye bru, I told you to watch them hoes and that nigga Jon-Jon who is a snake.” Said Brainhead. He had snatched the phone from Lanski when once he found out it was me on the other end.
“Damn!” I said.
“Man, they were supposed to knock me and you off for big Lo a year ago.” Said Brainhead. “ I done pistol whipped this nigga to a pulp! He'll tell me where his folks keep the family jewels at now! Look… I ain’t goin to give him no chance to tell on me so you already hip! All these alligators! Man, what the fuck?” Who is that?” I heard Brainhead ask.
“Freeze motherfuckas!!”
“Shit!” Said Brainhead and after that: pop-pop-pop=pop, boom, boom, boom!!!
Then the phone went dead or he hung up and at the same time on my end “psst, psst, psst”. I heard the sound of a silenced pistol and I dove in the shower inches from getting shot! Then I heard the door of the hotel room bust open along with a volley of shots. “Placka, placka, placka, placka!”
“Hoo now!!” I heard a voice with that Alabama slang. I knew it was the young wolves!
“Oh, now I answered back. They came to the door and I opened it up.
“Let’s get out of here!” Said one of the young wolves. Two of them had been assigned to stay around the hotel. Long ago I had texted my location and room number to Brainhead who hipped the young wolves to my location.
What I saw when I stepped out of the room confirmed my intuition a while ago. Something was up with Jon-Jon, these twins, and their entourage. Big twin was laid out sideways swiss cheesed from her head to her feet and a pink nine millimeter with a silencer on it in her hand aimed towards the bathroom door. Next to her was her evil lil twin with a pink and black nine with a silencer on it! My people had shot some other lil nigga at the door that came with lil twin. We took the stairs to avoid any onlookers or potential witnesses. With a city like Miami, I think everybody tried to mind their own business, but the cameras are going to be a problem.
Just as we got to the 1st floor from the stairs fucking police lights were everywhere! People were flooding the lobby trying to evacuate that place due to the violence that had just erupted up on the 6th floor. We quickly mixed in the crowd and made it to the parking lot and lo and behold it was some old woman talking to the police and looking in our direction. We kind of split up in the midst of the crowd taking advantage of the nearly chaotic scene. Cars were pulling out at a rapid pace before the police could get deep enough to cordon the whole scene off. I hurried and took advantage of that situation and hopped into my Lambo, got on Biscayne, and made my escape.
Unfortunately, for my young wolves, the old white women had identified them entering the lobby in a hurry. Walking in after lil twin and the young nigga which to them looked suspicious. Then after the shots, they’re hurrying through the lobby with another man. That’s what they were doing when we entered the parking lot… Filling the police in! The police zeroed in on them and pulled them over!
“Damn!” I said to no one in particular as I’m thinking about not only what just happened, but what the fuck I heard when I was talking to Brainhead!
Chapter 28
“Man, this don’t look good!” Said the dreadlocked agent, as they cold trailed the young wolves and Brainhead in a white Malibu with a kidnapped man in the trunk.
“We might need to call some backup!” Said the dreadlocked agent.
“You may be right, but before we do that let’s see exactly where they’re headed.” Said the other agent.
He knew that would be the proper protocol in this type of situation, but he wanted to be a possible hero! “ 2 local FBI agents working out of the Miami office derail a kidnapping in the midst of an ongoing R.I.C.O investigation”.
“Hey, they’re turning off the road heading towards the swamps.” Said the dreadlocked agent snapping his partner out of his fantasy.
“I’ll ride past the turn and turn around further down the street.” Said the other agent. Once he turned around, he turned the lights off as he approached the road the young wolves had turned onto. After they turned on the road they killed their engine. They quietly exited the vehicle and walked down the dark road. Once they got a little closer they saw the white Malibu parked with the engine idling.
“Who da fuck you working for nigga!?” they heard a voice ask.
“I told ya man…Jon=Jon and the twins!”
“Whop!!” Brainhead was hitting the dude with the pistol again as he sat on the ground with his hands and feet tied together.
“Let’s go, man!” Whispered the dreadlocked agent.
“Hold on!” Said the other agent. They had heard the kidnap victim explaining what he knew about a contract killing a guy named Big Lo supposedly was sponsoring. The contract was supposed to be on Antonio and Brainhead. Then one of the other young men was talking on the phone when Brainhead snatched the phone from the other guy and started telling the caller what was going on. When they heard the rapper Brainhead say something about some alligators, they knew what that meant! They had witnessed enough and they weren’t about to stand there and allow the kidnap victim to be murdered and fed to some alligators! They both looked at each other, nodded, and sprung into action.
“Freeze motherfuckas!!” Screamed the dreadlocked agent.
“Man, what the fuck?!! Who is that?!” Said Brainhead.
At that moment, Lanski and Tremaine were reacting! Shoot first and ask questions later, but the dreadlocked agent was quicker.
“Pop-pop-pop-pop” catching Tremaine with three of those shots. Brainhead and Lanski quickly took cover and returned fire.
“Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom!” 4 of those shots caught the dreadlocked agent. Two of those shots went into his head and the other couple of shots caught the other agent.
“Agents down! 2 agents down from gunshot wounds. I’m on…Aaaah!” Screamed the wounded agent when Brainhead stepped on his hand smashing the walkie-talkie with it.
“Fucking pigs!!” Said Brainhead. Alligators eat pigs too.” Said Brainhead just before shooting the wounded agent in the head.
“Boom”
“What about this nigga?” Said Lanski speaking about the kidnap victim Kabo.
“Boom” “That’s what’s up with him!” said Brainhead after shooting him in the head.
“Let’s throw these motherfuckas in the swamp.” Said Brainhead. They grabbed the agents first and threw them in. It seemed as if the gators smelled the fresh blood because by the time their bodies hit the water you could hear the gators' mouths snapping on them! They threw Kabo in next with the same result.
“Damn, man we can’t do Tremaine like that!” Said Brainhead.
“If we leave him here the alligators are still going to get him!” Said Lansky.
“Well fuck it we ain’t gone throw him to them though! Let’s get out of here.”
3:30 AM…riding through coconut grove Miami after I escaped the scene at the hotel. I didn’t even go back to the club I was riding in, a rental MKS Lincoln my cousin out of Opa-Locka had rented for me. Before my arrival in Miami, I had been calling Brainhead’s phone for an hour and suddenly he called me.
“Wassup bru! Find yo way to coconut Grove and call me!” I Said.
“Bet!” After hanging up the phone I called my partner hamburger brother lil Noid to see if he could duck me off for a minute and just to my luck he could. I put the address in the GPS and headed out to Stewart Avenue.
The crime scene looked like something out of a Scarface movie or something.
“These girls are twins at least that’s what it looks like!” Said one of the homicide detectives at the crime scene of a triple homicide at the Vagabond Hotel on Biscayne. The CSI was dusting the room for prints and any DNA.
“The kid up by the door got it right where he is laying!”
“What does that medallion on that chain say?” Asked one of the homicide detectives.
“3rd,” Said one of the CSI workers as she stood and took a picture of the dead body.
“It was a big album release party over at the club LIV.
“He may be part of one of those rapper’s entourage,” Said a Cuban homicide detective.
“Google it, Maria,” Said a Cuban homicide detective to a female detective.
By then some FBI agents burst into the hotel lobby flashing their badges and walking as if they were going to take over the crime scene.
“Special agent Hernandez of the organized crime investigations for the FBI. Who is the lead investigator here?”
“Me,” Said the Cuban homicide detective.
“Detective Roberto Sosa”. They shook hands.
“The FBI and the DEA have an ongoing investigation out of the Georgia and Texas office on some people who were in town at club LIV. We have a strong belief these people are involved with some of the people who are being investigated. Let’s look back at the cameras till we can see things clearer. We may make some connections with the vics and their killer or killers!” Said the FBI agent.
6:38 AM
South Coconut Grove, Miami
“Maan… you got to be just fucking wit me!” I said to Brainhead as he was running everything that had happened down to me. As we sat in lil noid’s safehouse smoking exotic.
“That shit a trip, because while y'all was getting raided I was getting shot at and almost got hit by the evil twins!”
“I told you that you better watch them hoes and I knew that bitch ass nigga Jon-Jon was up to no good!” Said Brainhead.
“Bru…we need to find that nigga now and murk his stupid ass! Then go to Atlanta and get that nigga Big Lo before he can do anything. We got to see if the police are looking for a nigga! I’m sure the law is looking at video surveillance and will see me and twin heading to the room!”
Brainhead looked at me and shook his head. “Damn bru!!”
“Rewind that again!” Said the lead FBI agent out of the Miami office. Agent Hernandez was pulling twin and Antonio’s image up clos
e for the 9th time. Running their images through the NCIC database. The female’s name was Ranshika Miles and she has a small record. Felony convictions on assault 2 and obstruction of justice which was dealing with a murder and possible robbery out of Houston, Texas. Her identical twin also had a rap sheet for possession of heroin, assault 1st, and a couple of pick-ups for suspicion of murder. Now the guy, according to our offices out of Atlanta, Ga and Texas is the main star of the investigation. His name is Antonio Deangelo! According to our offices & comrades in Atlanta, he is a rap label owner, big businessman, and head of a violent drug gang by the name of R.I.C.O Entertainment! He’s into heavy drug trafficking like the distribution of heroin, cocaine, crack, and marijuana. Based on evidence out of the Texas office, he is exclusively a possible drug lieutenant and hitman(muscle) for the Abregado Cartel that operates out of the Dallas-Houston Texas Area”
“We had been getting emails, pictures, and texts from a couple of our undercover field officers with the same guy’s name or image of him, his record label, and the whole entourage!” Said agent Hernandez as he pointed at the computer screen. The computer had pictures of Antonio, Brainhead, and his squad in the VIP pics of Antonio and twin leaving the club. Pics in the parking lot of Antonio and twin in a blue Lambo. Pictures of some more black men with the same type of t-shirts as Antonio. R.I.C.O Ent. Pictures of the same guys jumping a young man and putting him in the trunk of a white Malibu.
“Wait a minute. Where are the agents who took all these photos and witnessed the assault and kidnapping.? Asked homicide detective Sosa.
“We’re in the process of locating them now!” Said, agent Hernandez.
They stopped at the part when the young men in the white Malibu were picking up the rapper Brainhead.
“So, all these rap guys are involved in some drug click or something?” Said, detective Sosa.