Black Scarface 2

by Jimmy Dasaint

  After Face was escorted back to his cell, Gloria walked out of the visiting room and headed straight down the hall. Before she left the building tears of pain, sadness, confusion and love were all falling from the confines of her eyes.

  CHAPTER 91

  When Face had returned back to his cell, Kevon was sitting in a chair reading one of Face's newspapers. Face quickly closed the door and rushed right toward him. After knocking Kevon to the floor, Face pinned him down and placed both hands around his throat. Kevon tried his best to fight him off, but Face was too strong, and his tight grip was slowly taking his breath away.

  "Motherfucker, I don’t know who you are or why you're here. But, if you don't pack your shit up and get the fuck out of this cell, you'll be dead before dinner time!" Face said with a grave look.

  Face watched as Kevon gagged for air. His eyes were wide with fear and his face was as red as an apple. "Do you hear me, muthafucker!?" Face yelled out. "Do you!?"

  Kevon nodded his head and Face got off him. With a look of total fear, he struggled to his feet and rushed out of the cell. A few moments later, two C.O.s came to Face's cell and packed up all of Kevon's personal belongings. They did it without saying a single word to him. Before leaving the cell one of the C.O.s turned to him and said, "Mr. Smith, for the rest of your time here, at FDC, you won't get any more cellmates."

  Face watched as the C.O.s left the cell and shut the door behind him. After they were gone Face laid on his bunk and finished thinking about all of his former friends who had turned against him.

  * * *

  Inside a small staff room on the first floor of the detention center Agent Powaski sat across from his visibly shaken partner. "You all right, Jeff?" he asked, as he passed McDonald a cold glass of water.

  "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said. "That son of a bitch almost killed me."

  "We can say he knew who you were and charge him with assault," Powaski told him.

  "No, that won't be necessary, and besides, we don't need the media to get a hold of this," Agent McDonald said, rubbing around his throat.

  Agent Powaski slammed his fist down on the table and said, "We should get his ass for what he did to you!"

  "Don't worry partner, Face is going down and we'll both get the last laugh. I plan on sending him a card once in a while, while he serving out his life sentence," Agent McDonald

  said, as they both started laughing.

  "So, do you think he ever figured out who you are?"

  "No, he ain't gotta c1ue that I was Bam-Bam, the same man that took down his friend Truck. I just wish I could have gotten some vital information out of him, but the kid don't talk much," Agent McDonald said, before taking another sip of water.

  "So, do you think the two weeks you spent as his celly, was a waste of time?"

  "I think so. Face rarely talked about his case. Most times he just sat there reading stuff his lawyer sent to him. Did you get anything from his phone conversations?"

  "Nothing! All we were able to get was some meaningless conversations with his mother, wife and children. I'm sure he watched what he said on the phone," Powaski replied. Roberto said he was a very smart young man," McDonald said.

  "What do you think of his lawyer?"

  "She's a very beautiful young woman but way over her head, and I think she knows it," McDonald replied with a grin. "Vincent Bradley is gonna eat her ass alive!" he added.

  Both men stood up and walked out of the room. As they walked down the hallway McDonald asked, "Are all the witnesses ready?"

  "As ready as they will ever be," Powaski replied.

  One week later...

  Inside his Washington, D.C. office, Senator C.W. Watson and U.S. Prosecutor Vincent L. Bradley were talking about the upcoming trial.

  "So, is everything set in motion?" C.W. said, as he closed up the white folder he had just finished reading.

  "Yes, Mr. Watson, everything is set and the witnesses have already made their statements and are ready to testify at trial," Vincent said grinningly.

  “Good. Very, very good, I want to make an example out of this low-life thug!" C.W. said.

  "And we will. With all the evidence and witnesses we have against Mr. Smith, there's nothing in this world that could save him from a life sentence! Nothing!"

  "I'm proud of you, Vincent. And like I promised you, if you win this case and get this man off the streets, I'll going to bring you here to work with me in D.C." C.W. replied. "I need strong hard working men like yourself," he added.

  "Thank you Mr. Watson, it would be an honor. And don't you worry, Mr. Smith is as good as gone. We got his prison cell already waiting," Vincent said as both men laughed.

  * * *

  Pamela and Veronica sat across from Face inside the crowded visiting room at the Federal Detention Center. A few C.O.s were situated throughout the room keeping a close eye on both the visitors and inmates.

  "Your Judge is Anthony T. Marino?" Veronica asked excitedly.

  "Yeah, that's who was assigned to rule over my case," Face answered. "Why, do you know him?"

  "Yes, I know Anthony very well," Veronica said, with a smile.

  "Maybe you can go have a talk with him," Pamela said. Anything right now will help," she added.

  "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. As a matter of fact, I'm supposed to see him later this evening," Veronica said. "He's due for his weekly appointment," she grinned.

  "Hell no! Tell me you're joking!" Pamela said with excitement.

  "Believe me, I would not be joking at a time like this. Anthony has been a very good friend of mine for quite some time."

  "Well, just see what you can do for me. I will really appreciate it," Face said in all seriousness. "They're trying to hang me!"

  Veronica reached over and placed her soft manicured hands on Face's hand and said, "Don't worry Face, I'ma do everything in my power to help you out"

  "Thank you, Veronica," Face said as he reached out and gave her a hug. "That guy, C.W. Watson is really trying his best to destroy me!"

  Veronica looked up perplexed. "Did you say C.W. Watson? she asked.

  "Yeah, he's a United St..."

  "States Senator," Veronica said, finishing Face's sentence.

  "You know him, too?" Pamela asked with a smile.

  "No, but I do know somebody who does," she grinned.

  "Who?" Pamela asked curiously.

  Veronica looked at Pamela and just shook her head in total disbelief.

  "Who, girl?" Pamela repeated.

  "I know his Godson," Veronica finally said.

  "Who the hell is his Godson?" Face asked.

  After a long sigh, Veronica said, "Senator C.W. Watson is the Godfather to Charles Klein, the Mayor of Philadelphia, and one of my most loyal clients. Small world, huh?"

  Pamela and Face both sat there with doubtful looks.

  "Do...Do...Do you got the Mayor on tape?" Face asked.

  A devilish smile came to Veronica's face as she said, "Yeah, I have Charles and Anthony on tape. Along with many other powerful and influential people in this city."

  "Oh, my God!" Pamela said, as tears started to fall down her face.

  "That ain't all," Veronica said. Her sly grin showing that there was so much more she hadn't yet revealed.

  "What else?" Face asked.

  "I got the Mayor drunk on tape, talking about an incident he was involved in with his father, Tom and C.W. Watson. I've watched it a few times and it still freaks me out," Veronica

  replied.

  "What is it?" Face asked her.

  Veronica moved her chair closer and they all gathered around in a small huddle.

  In a low whispering voice she said, "It happened a long time ago in West Virginia..."

  Downtown Philadelphia...

  Inside Peter J. Greenberg's plush office, Tasha sat across from his desk reading over her husband's offshore account records. After she perused the documents, Tasha passed the file back to Peter with a pleased look. "Good job Peter. I'm v
isiting with my husband in a few hours. I'll let him know that everything is in order."

  "Tasha, your husband is not only my top client. But, he is also a very good friend of mine. And like I told both of you guys, I'll make sure every single penny he has is safe and secured."

  "Have the Feds been here asking you any questions?" Tasha asked.

  "Yes, they came by here about a month ago”, he replied.

  "What happened?"

  "Nothing really happened. They were just asking me a lot of questions about me and Face's relationship," Peter grinned.

  "And what did you say to them?"

  "I told them that you're my client and I only know your husband through working with you. I'm sure they believe that there's a lot more to it, but there's nothing they could do

  about it. Face was five steps ahead of them," Peter said with a laugh. "Tasha, your husband is one of the smartest men I've ever known. Even I learned a lot from working with him!" he said

  honestly.

  "Thank you, Peter. I'll be sure to tell him what you said when I go visit him," Tasha said, as she grabbed her briefcase and stood up from the chair.

  After shaking hands, Peter watched as Tasha walked towards the door. "Tasha?"

  She paused and turned around, "Yes, Peter?"

  "Make sure you tell Face that if he needs me for anything at all, I'm here for him."

  "I will."

  "And that I'm really sorry about his friends turning on him. Who would ever believe it, huh?"

  Tasha looked at Peter and sighed, then she said, "The Bible says that a friend loves at all times. So, everyone that's testifying against my husband were not his friends in the first place."

  Then Peter watched as Tasha turned and walked out of his office.

  * * *

  Parked right down the street from the Federal Building, located on 6th and Arch street, Quincy sat inside his tinted Dodge Magnum and watched as one of Face's former top street lieutenants walked into the building. The man's name was Gary 'Knuckles' Robertson, and Quincy learned that he was secretly talking to the Feds.

  Quincy had also learned that Knuckles had a deep personal hatred for Reese, for taking his girl, Passion, from him many years ago. To make matters worse, Reese had also beaten him up outside her job and pistol whipped him in front of people who had respected and feared him. For that reason and so many others, that no one knew about, Knuckles was working with the FBI as a paid informant. Quincy started his car and slowly drove off.

  Since coming to Philly he had put in a lot of work. Now Knuckles was Face's next enemy and Quincy couldn't wait to eliminate him.

  CHAPTER 92

  When Knuckles walked into the office and closed the door Agents McDonald and Powaski were both waiting for him.

  "Anything new?" McDonald asked.

  “Same ol' shit. The streets are dry without Face's drug supply. There's a few small timers selling drugs, but nothing major. Here," Knuckles said going into his pocket and taking out a small piece of paper. He passed the paper to McDonald and said, "That's all their names and the places they sell their drugs," he grinned.

  "Good job. We'll look into it," McDonald said, as he put the paper inside his shirt pocket.

  "So, don't nobody know you're working with us, do they?" Powaski asked.

  "Hell no! If they did, I would be a dead man! A lot of people still love Face. If anyone ever found out that I was doing this I would have to move my girl and two kids out of Philly," Knuckles replied.

  "Well, don't worry, Gary. We'll keep you out of harm’s way. You just keep providing us with info from the streets and you won't have nothing to worry about," Powaski assured him.

  "Did you ever find out anything about that guy, Que?" Knuclkes asked, curiously.

  "No, not yet. But we're still looking into it."McDonald said.

  "I told y’all that he from California," Knuckles replied.

  "Still, that's not enough. We need at least a first name. Can you get that for us?," Powaski asked.

  "I'll try. But like I told y’all before, I never called Que. He calls me. And he don't talk much when he do."

  "Just wait for him to call you. And when he does, try and start some bullshit conversation and see if you could get him to tell you his real name. Use the recorder we gave you," McDonald

  said.

  "I will, but first he has to call. And Que ain't called me in weeks."

  "If this guy, Que, is as ruthless as you said he is, then we need to get him off the streets fast. But, so far, we don't have anything on him. No photos and no real name, just the name Que and the description you gave us," McDonald said.

  "I'm telling y’all, the guy is a cold blooded killer and he'll do anything for Face. Anything!" Knuckles said sincerely.

  Do you know anybody he killed?" Powaski asked, folding his arms across his chest.

  "No, not personally but I heard he killed a handful of people that were going to testify against Face at his state trial a few years back."

  "Do you got any proof?" Powaski asked. "Cause there was a local prosecutor that was murdered."

  "No, I don't have no proof. It's just something I heard on the streets," Knuckles told him.

  Agent McDonald reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a white envelope. "Here, this yours. We'll see you next week," he said, passing Knuckles the envelope.

  "Keep bringing us good news and you'll be well taken care of," Powaski told him.

  Knuckles smiled and put the envelope inside his jeans pocket and stood up from the chair. After shaking both agent's hands he left the office. A big smile was plastered on his face as he walked into the empty elevator. No one knew, not even the Feds, that Knuckles was playing both sides. Not only was he working as a paid informant for the FBI, but he was still involved in illegal activities.

  Since Face's arrest Knuckles had been secretly making a lot of money selling drugs. And he was using the FBI to help get rid of all his competition. When Knuckles walked out of the federal building, a dark gray Lexus LS pulled up and he quickly climbed inside. He leaned over and kissed his beautiful girlfriend, Tameka, while their twin sons played on the backseat. She smiled and drove down the street.

  Later that evening...

  Inside Veronica's bedroom she and Judge Marino laid across the bed. After their second round of hot blissful sex they were both exhausted. Veronica rolled over and placed her head on his hairy chest.

  "You enjoy yourself," he asked, already knowing her answer.

  "Always," Veronica said in a soft whisper. "Remind me to write the Viagra company a thank you letter," she said, and they both laughed.

  Veronica looked into the judge's eyes with and said, "Anthony, I need to talk to you about something."

  Seeing the seriousness in her eyes, he sat up on the bed.

  “What is it, Babydoll?"

  "Anthony, do you know a man by the name of Norman Smith, Junior?"

  His eyes widened and he said, "Yes, I'm presiding over his federal trial that's coming up soon, why?"

  "Because, he's my nephew," she said with concern.

  "Your nephew? Are you serious?"

  "Yes, Anthony, I'm dead serious," she replied.

  "Veronica, I'm sorry, Babydoll, but your nephew is in a lot of trouble. And I mean a lot!" the judge said.

  "I know what's going on Anthony, but what I need to know is if can you help him?" Veronica asked.

  He looked deep into her worried eyes and said, "Babydoll, I'm truly sorry, but there is nothing I can do to help your nephew get out of the mess he’s gotten himself into. His case is one of the biggest cases I ever had and there's a lot of powerful people involved."

  Upset Veronica said, "so you can't do nothing? My nephew was set-up and I'm sure you know it already."

  Anthony reached over and grabbed her hands. "Veronica, I can't get into details about the things I know about your nephew's case. All I can tell you is this, it don't look good for him at all. And there's a lot of powerful people
that need it to stay that way."

  Veronica got out of the bed and grabbed her silk robe. After she put it on and tied it around her slim waist, she looked up at the judge and said, "Anthony, we're finished. Leave my

  money on the dresser before you leave.

  Before he could respond, Veronica turned around and walked out of the bedroom.

  After the judge got dressed, he walked down the stairs and saw Veronica sitting on the sofa. "Please, Babydoll, don't do this. I love you and I don’t want us to end like this."

  Veronica looked up at his weak expression and said, "Anthony, you don't love me. You lust for me! If you really loved me, then you would try and help out my nephew!"

  "But I can't! You don't understand how big this case is," he said.

  "And I don't care! You're his judge, Anthony! You are in control of everything that goes on in that courtroom. So don't tell me you can't," Veronica vented.

  Anthony got down on his knees and reached for her hands.

  "Don't touch me!" she told him.

  He paused and then stood up, "Why are you doing this, Veronica? What we have is special," he said sadly.

  "You mean what we had was special!"