by Meesha
The recording was silent for a few seconds before it cut off. Mauricio had tears rolling down his face and the veins protruded out of his temples, while his jaw constricted rapidly. I pushed another disc toward him that had his name on it.
“This is for you to listen to on your own. Right now, I must run down a couple things to you. Big Jim and Floyd didn’t expect anyone to find out their connection to your father’s murder—”
“And my mama’s! Don’t leave that shit out.”
“That’s correct. They didn’t expect it to come to light and I’ve been waiting for this day to execute this plan. With the help of the Warden at the Prison, I’ve scheduled a visit for you to go to the prison to talk to Big Jim. Get everything off your chest but keep your voice down, and stay calm. Remember, you are going to a prison, keep ya attitude under control. Most importantly, let his ass know that you are coming for what’s rightfully yours. Are you ready for this shit, Ricio?”
“Hell Yeah, I’m ready. Big Jim don’t know what the fuck he did when he put me and Sosa in these streets. He prepared us for what papí had planned and had no clue. But they better get ready because—” he paused and snatched the box that Sin gave him earlier off the desk and opened it. Taking the chain out and putting it over his head, the RB glistened in the sunlight. “The Renegade Boys is about to take over this shit!”
Chapter 6
Mauricio
Beast and I talked for another twenty minutes before I left his crib to take the two-hour ride to the Danville Correctional facility. I had never been to nobody’s mufuckin’ jail so I wasn’t thrilled to go, but I wanted to confront this nigga about the shit that I had learned. I kept telling myself that I had to practice being calm but that shit wasn’t working.
The custody document Beast placed in front of me looked legit as hell, but after he gave me a bank statement with papí’s signature on it, I knew at first glance the shit was fake. Big Jim jumped through hoops to knock my father off undetected, and succeeded for years. His ass was in the front pew of the church weeping silently at his funeral and he was the one that put him in the damn casket.
Not to mention this mufucka had a hand in killing my mama. I understood now why he did it, he was a greedy son of bitch. Big Jim wanted to be Reese Williams, but he didn’t go about it the right way. He never filled papí’s shoes and Big Jim’s name didn’t get the same reaction as his either. The community didn’t love him, they feared him. He didn’t make sure the people were straight like papí did, all he did was sold drugs and killed people. His mind was on money and that was all.
My thoughts were consumed from the moment I stepped out of Beast crib to my ride. I didn’t think to turn the radio on because the shit I wanted to ask Big Jim took over my mind. Chuckling to myself, I knew his bitch ass wasn’t going to fess up to the shit he did, but I knew for a fact the things papí said were true. It didn’t really matter what his responses were, he was living on borrowed time. In prison or not, that nigga could be touched.
I pulled into the parking lot of the prison and parked as close as I could to the entrance. Placing my cellphone in the armrest, I took all but a couple dollars out of my pocket. As I got out of my car, I checked my pockets to make sure I didn’t have anything illegal on my person.
Looking around at all the barbed wire that surrounded the building, I knew I had to play my cards right because prison was not a place I wanted to be. I wasn’t one to be told when I could eat, sleep, or shit. As I got to the door, I paused for a minute because I knew it would be a matter of minutes before I was sitting in front of the nigga that took the two people that I loved dearly away from me.
As I stepped inside, there were a room full of people waiting, I thought I was being smart by coming a little later. There were mainly females with babies that were probably there to see their baby daddies, not knowing the nigga had another bitch and her kids come through on the opposite weekend. That shit was sad, but that’s how shit usually played out half the time.
Walking to the window, there was a fine ass, chocolate chick sitting behind the counter looking pretty as hell. She had the smoothest skin that didn’t have a scar, bump, or scratch, her face was flawless. Her eyes were dark brown and they almost looked black, kind of demonic like. I looked down at her nametag and it read, Smith.
“May I help you?” She had the prettiest teeth and her neck looked like it needed my lips plastered on the side of it, while I fucked her hard. “Who are you coming to see? Are you gonna stand there staring, or are you gonna tell me who you are here to see, sir?” She sassed with one of her eyebrows raised.
“My bad, Miss Smith. I’m here to see James Carter,” I said trying hard to keep my eyes on her face and not on the way the uniform shirt was hugging her big ass titties. They had to be double D’s and I could only envision one of her nipples in my mouth.
“I’m going to need your ID, please. And did you make sure your name was on his visitor’s list before you made this trip?”
“Yeah, everything is good, ma.” I said as I handed her my identification through the small slot in the window.
She was studying it like she was trying to remember the information that was on it. Typing something into the computer, she looked up at me and smiled before she got up and went to the copy machine. Shawty was wearing the fuck out of that uniform, ass was fat for no damn reason. She had a small waist, about five foot seven, maybe one hundred sixty pounds, I would make this drive to see her lil sexy ass every day. I had to have some of that.
“You like what you see? She asked with a smirk on her face.
I couldn’t believe she caught me gawking at her body. How long she’d been standing at the window was something I couldn’t give the answer to if I was asked. There was a deep dimple that sat in the middle of her left cheek and I envisioned my tongue circling around that mufucka effortlessly.
“Yeah, actually I do. In fact, I’m lovin’ it, I’ll holla at you before I leave, ma. What time is your shift over?”
“I’m off in two hours, too bad I won’t be here when you leave, Mr. Vasquez. By the way, happy birthday,” she said with a smile.
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
“It sure isn’t shawty or ma, it’s Latorra.”
“Okay Latorra, how about you make my day happier by letting me take you to get something to eat when you get off. Plus, you can help me celebrate my birthday.”
“I don’t see that happening because I will be long gone by the time you’re finished here. Once I clock out, I haul ass.”
“Aight,” I said nonchalantly.
I’d bet my life her sexy ass would be lurking around when I finished with the chump I was there to see. She was cheesing at a nigga harder than my dick at the moment, only time would tell though. Handing my ID back to me, I signed in and took a seat not too far from her window. After a couple minutes I turned around and sure enough, she was still checking a nigga out.
Twenty minutes later the guards came out to start letting people in for their visits. “I need everyone to line up in a single filed line. Remove everything from your pockets and be prepared to get thoroughly searched. You will have the opportunity to obtain a locker to put your belongings in. Thank you and be patient with us,” one of the male guards bellowed as he stated the directions.
I stood in line waiting for my turn to get searched by one of the guards. Low-key I was hoping Latorra would bring her ass from behind the glass and search me personally. Turning to take a peek at her, she was busy signing in more visitors.
“You can step up, sir.”
I thought I lucked up and got a female to search me and I was all smiles, but it didn’t last long when I saw the guard that was standing waiting for me to step up. The guard had on a uniform just as tight as Miss Smith’s and he had an attitude worse than a female.
“We don’t have all day to be waiting on you. Either step up or leave, your choice.” the guard stated with his hand on his hip.
I almost said something to his s
weet ass, but I held my tongue and moved forward. When he started rubbing his hands up my legs, it wasn’t a problem. This nigga got to my groin area and I could’ve sworn he was enjoying the pat down he was doing a little too much. Stepping back before I knocked the fuck out of him, he got the picture when I backed up grilling his ass. He moved the fuck away from me quickly.
Walking to the lockers, I chose one and placed my keys and ID inside and slammed it shut. I walked into the large room that was filled with tables, chairs, and vending machines. I chose a table that was in the back part of the room because the things I wanted to discuss, didn’t need to be overheard by the guards. I went to one of the vending machines and bought some snacks so he wouldn’t think anything was wrong.
As I was placing the items on the table, the inmates entered the room. Spotting Big Jim as he made his entrance, he was looking around like he was trying to figure out who was there to see him. I took that opportunity and stood up. When he saw me, he smiled and made his way where I was.
“What up, nephew,” he said pulling me into a half hug. I hugged him back but that shit was brief. “Happy birthday, nigga. I didn’t even know you were coming, all they said was I had a visitor. You and your brothers been on my visitors list since I got here, but this is the first time I’ve seen you.”
This nigga started the visit with a lie falling from his lips. Beast had the warden to check Big Jim’s visitors list and neither me nor my brother’s names were on it. I guess he was trying to figure out how I got in the prison to see him.
“Thanks for the birthday wish, I wanted to pop in to see how you were holding up,” I said with a smirk on my face.
“I’m cool in here. My lawyer is looking into some shit that was mishandled in my case, I may be getting out soon. You know they can’t hold a real nigga down in this bitch too long. Damn, you lookin’ more and more like yo’ daddy, boy,” he said laughing.
“You make that shit sound like a bad thing,” I said laughing with him. “Speaking of my daddy, I had a talk with him this morning.”
Confusion was etched on his face and he started shifting in his seat. He appeared nervous all of a sudden and he had every right to be. My eyes stayed focused on his because I wanted to see just how uncomfortable he was going to get.
“What you talking about, Ricio? Reese been gone four years, man. How the fuck did you have a conversation with him? Did his death have that much of an impact on you?”
“What do you think? Papí died in front of me when I was seventeen years old. Was I supposed to forget about that shit and move on with life? Hell nah, that night would be embedded in my brain forever. But check it, let’s discuss the last time you talked to him for twenty minutes and fifty-four seconds that same night. See, this shit has been fucking with me mentally and I need answers.”
“How do you know I talked to him that day?” he asked curiously.
“I’m asking the questions today, nigga. All I want you to do is answer accordingly. What was the last conversation about when you called his phone?”
“We were talking about business that needed to be handle in the streets. I won’t go into the details because you wouldn’t understand, youngin. It was grown folk business. Where are you going with this?”
“Not one day after his death did you try to genuinely console me and my brothers, and that bothered me,” I stated calmly. “I know more than yo’ ass think I do, nigga. You went from taking orders, to dishing them mufuckas out before papí could be embalmed. How the fuck does that happen, James Carter? You put his boys to work on the corner slangin’ dope, when you knew first hand that wasn’t the life he wanted for us. You hopped on his throne like a hoe on a hard dick, nigga.”
“Wait a minute! Are you trying to insinuate I had something to do with Reese going down? If that’s what you are implying, I’m done with this visit!” he said loud enough to draw the attention of the guards and some of the visitors too.
I didn’t give a fuck because he wasn’t getting away that easily. One of the guards was making his way to our table, but that didn’t shut me up. “Sit yo’ muthafuckin’ ass down, nigga! This visit ain’t over for another three hours and fifty minutes, or until I say it’s over, whichever one comes first!” I growled lowly.
By that time, the guard was standing next to his pussy ass but looking at me. “Everything okay, Carter?” he asked continuing to glare at me.
“Yeah, all is good, Phillips. We just had a slight disagreement, nothing to worry about.”
“Keep it down or I’ll have to end your visit. You know the rules.”
“I already know, I’ll keep shit down, my apologies.”
The guard looked at both of us and nodded his head before he went back to his post. Big Jim slowly lowered his body into the chair and glanced around the room. Some of the inmates were giving signals to him and he kept holding his hand up and shaking his head no. I wasn’t worried about none of them mufuckas, we could tear this bitch up if it came to that.
“I’m not insinuating a damn thing about what I said to you. I heard about what you and Floyd was on from Maurice Williams himself. He got wind of you greedy mufuckas stealing from him. Instead of being his right-hand man that he paid you to be, you decided to come up with a plan to take over his shit. What you didn’t know was, he already had yo’ ass on his radar. That gave him the opportunity to tell his story from the grave. You even went the extra mile of falsifying custody papers to keep my brothers close so you would have access to what they were to inherit when my mother died. Yep, I know about that shit too, nigga.”
When I spoke on my mom, his eyes were big as saucers. The thought of him having something to do with her death was pure speculation, but his reaction let me know he had a hand in it. Sweat was forming on his forehead and it wasn’t even hot in the room. He couldn’t keep still and his eyes kept shifting back and forth.
“I—I didn’t have anything to do with Maritza’s death, she was a junkie, Ricio. The only thing I was guilty of was fucking her behind Reese’s back. I loved her, nephew. You gotta believe me,” he pleaded. “As far as the paperwork, Reese signed those papers and told me to hold on to them.”
Shaking my head slowly, I leaned across the table as far as I could, “lie again, bitch! My mother wouldn’t fuck with yo’ ass if somebody paid her. She didn’t even like you, nigga. She was always telling papí to watch you because there was something about you that she couldn’t put her finger on. So, for you to sit there and say you were fucking her, nope not believing that shit. She was the queen of our castle and Papí treated her as such. A junkie? My mother didn’t like what he did to make money and that shit wasn’t allowed in our home. She didn’t know the first thing about using drugs, let alone administering that shit into herself with a needle. So, come again, patna. As for the custody papers, that shit was forged! I compared signatures my damn self. Fess up, you needed him gone because you didn’t want to walk in his shadow anymore. You wanted to be the kingpin of Chicago, right?”
Big Jim’s demeanor changed when he heard me break down the shit I knew. “Ricio, I am the kingpin of Chicago, even from behind bars I’m running the city, nigga. Ain’t shit yo’ ass can do about none of this shit! I guess you’ve been playing detective since you college student. That education shit won’t help you in the streets. Don’t fuck with me, I can have your ass six feet under with yo’ parents if you don’t stay outta my business.” he said cockily.
“That’s the Big Jim I was waiting to see. That bitch nigga that came out first must be the one that’s sucking dick around this mufucka. Yo business is my business! You wouldn’t have shit if it wasn’t for the blood of Reese Williams being on your hands, pussy. I want you to realize something, Big Jim, that same blood runs through my veins. I’m coming for my daddy’s throne, get ya army ready. The Renegade Boys takeover is in full effect. I’ll be waiting on yo’ hoe ass to touch down too, I got something for ya, nigga.”
I stood up, pushed the chair close to the table, and m
ade my way to the exit. I was done talking to his ass. If we were anywhere other than the prison, I would’ve killed him on sight.
“Ricio, get back over here, muthafucka! We got shit to talk about!” he yelled across the room.
“Carter, your visit is over! I’ve warned you once before.” The guard stormed over to him and grabbed his arm. Big Jim fought hard trying to get away from him and that made other guards go over to help restrain him.
“This shit ain’t over, nephew!”
Pausing at the door, I turned around so he could see my face. “I’m not yo’ nephew, and my daddy wasn’t yo’ brother either, bitch ass nigga. You started this shit, Big Jim, I’m prepared to finish it.”
“Come on so I can get you out of here. You are not allowed back in this prison, I should have your punk ass arrested!” The guard screamed as I walked to the locker that had my belongings in it.
“You don’t have to worry about me ever coming back to this mufucka, I promise you that.” I said leaving out of the prison.
I stormed out of the prison with a guard on my ass, I went straight for my whip. I felt I’d achieved what I set out to do but I was fuming inside. I already knew that Big Jim was going to clap back, it was just the matter of when he would come for me. I wasn’t worried about any of that shit and I had to inform Sosa and execute a plan.
“Do you make a habit of coming to a heavily guarded prison causing a ruckus, Mr. Vasquez?”
I recognized the voice immediately, but I was no longer eager to smile at her. Latorra was walking in my direction as I snatched the driver’s door open. The way her thighs were rubbing together with every step she took, I still didn’t show any signs of lust. After the encounter I had with Big Jim, the only thing I wanted to do was get away from the Danville Correctional facility.
“Get in, shawty,” I said climbing in the seat and motioning to closed the door.
“I can’t leave with you—”
“You can and you will. Now stop bullshitting and get in the car, or stand there and watch me roll out. Yo’ choice.” I said slamming the door closed.