by Mark Anthony
A part of me felt guilty when I phoned my fiancé Tony from the hotel room. He wanted to talk, and I wanted to talk to him about all that had gone down with me but it was kind of hard to do with Rahim literally going down on me while I was speaking on the phone to my fiancé.
I knew that I was being very scandalous by being with a married man, especially while I was engaged to Tony, but the thing was I really meant well and I really loved Tony, but I was only twenty-five and I was young and had to still do me. So I managed to block out my feelings as I usually do when I know that I’m doing wrong or being scandalous and I ended the call with Tony pretty quickly. I told him that I would get back to him at length the next day.
I hung up from Tony and continued to enjoy myself with Rahim for the rest of the night as the two of us got liquored up and literally had sex all night long.
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The next morning I retrieved my BMW from White Lines and I contemplated marching, solo, right into the Gun Clap offices and raising more hell just to hammer home the point that I was still pissed off about what had happened and to further prove that I wasn’t an agent. But after serious thought I knew that simply calling Horse and raising hell over the phone was the best option and that’s exactly what I did.
Horse answered his cell phone on the first ring and he knew that it was me calling him.
“Yo, what’s up ma’? I was calling you all day yesterday. Why you ain’t pick up your phone?” Horse asked, trying to sound as if everything was normal. He caught me totally off guard because that was the last way that I had expected him to come at me.
I had to gather myself and make sure that I came across totally in character and in a way in which Horse would respect me.
“Horse, you know what? You are so fucked up! I mean really. You got some major pair of balls on you. You ain’t fucking stupid!”
Horse tried to interrupt me by asking what the hell I was talking about.
“You get on the phone with me today like everything is normal. And you have to know that you stood me and Angela up yesterday so your black ass wouldn’t be around when those two man-looking women threatened to blow my head off!”
“What?” Horse asked, trying to sound surprised.
“Horse, I’m not some stupid bitch that you can play for a fucking fool!”
“Hol’ up ma’!”
“No, you hold up a minute. And explain to me why you would think I was a cop. Horse, I’ve always been real with you from day one, and you know that! If you had a problem with me all you had to do was come to me and fucking ask me! And I’ll tell you why what you did is so foul … Here you are thinking I’m a cop but meanwhile I got employees who don’t wanna come to work no more because the feds keep harassing them at my office. And you know why they’re getting harassed? They’re getting harassed because I provided girls for your goddamn videos, Horse! So I guess they figure it’s guilt by association!”
I paused and caught my breath because I was truly vexed, there was no acting or trying to be convincing involved.
I continued on, “And that’s why your fuckin’ office got trashed, Horse! You’re lucky that nobody got killed and yo’ ass is lucky that you wasn’t there in the office yesterday!”
“Jessica, what the fuck are you talking about?” Horse asked.
“Oh my fuckin’ God! I don’t believe this nigga!” I shouted. “Horse, on the real, I gotta go. Word!”
Horse was quiet for a minute and so was I as I contemplated hanging up the phone. Then Horse finally spoke.
“Jessica, I’m gonna purposely slow my tone and say this shit to you one time and you make sure you listen to me … I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, that’s number one. Number two, watch your muthafucking tone on this phone. Word up! Don’t nobody talk to me with that kind of disrespect! Number three, if that was you that trashed my office like that I wouldn’t be talking to you this calmly. I would have personally touched your ass for some shit like that! It was people from Frank Nitty’s management company that did that shit!” Horse stated.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Is this motherfucker for real, I remember thinking to myself.
“Horse, I ain’t fuckin’ stupid!” I yelled into the phone.
“Jessica, watch your tone!” Horse shot back.
Then there was a brief moment of silence on the phone.
Horse then proceeded to talk. “Now, for the reason that I called you…” Horse tried to just calmly brush the whole situation off and that proved to me even more that he was guilty out of the mere fact that he wouldn’t truly acknowledge what I was saying.
“Horse, I’m not trying to disrespect you, believe me I’m not, but all I’m saying is that I like working with you and I don’t want nothing interfering with our relationship. And when you get some time we gotta talk because if you don’t know what I’m talking about then that means that what I was told is probably true.”
“What are you talking about?” Horse asked.
“Horse, all I’m saying is that when two dykes lock me in Sbarro’s bathroom, which just happens to be downstairs from your office, and they put a gun in my mouth and finger-pop me in the ass, I get scared! I’m only human and I don’t take that shit lightly. And if they do it because they think I’m a cop, well you know what? The cops would be the last people that I’d tell what happened to me in that bathroom. So I can’t go to the cops, and I couldn’t even go to sleep last night. I was a nervous wreck all day yesterday, snorting coke like I was a goddamn addict, just so I could calm my nerves down. But I needed answers and I started calling and checking around and when I told everybody how the two dykes was saying they had twenty-five grand in cash for me that you owe me, everybody told me that you, Horse, had to be the one behind it all, the one that set me up. Now you’re denying it and telling me you don’t even know what I’m talking about. And if that’s what you’re telling me then why should I doubt that? But this one guy that I know from Jersey, he has a lot of pull with politicians and different people, he checked into this shit for me and within three hours he got back to me and told me that your security person, Chris Mims, is fucking working with the feds. So when I heard that I was like even if he is working with the feds, why would this Chris Mims say that I’m a cop? Especially considering that I never even met him before. Or at least I don’t remember meeting him … Horse, I’ll leave it alone, but put yourself in my shoes. I’m sorry if I disrespected you, or if I disrespected your office or any of your employees, but if it wasn’t you then it had to be somebody from your camp that set me up and I still don’t have a clue as to why.”
I knew that I had perfectly spun the situation in a way that would have Horse thinking and wondering if what I was saying was true. Even if he continued to deny what I was saying, as soon as I brought up Chris Mims as possibly being a rat, he had to take that seriously. And that was just my plan. Chris was the one that implicated me as being a fed and now I was the one implicating him as being a snitch. I had to divert the attention off of me and put it on someone else. My advantage was this: I knew that if it ever came down to it that I would easily be able to get an agent that I trusted to back up my story about Chris.
If it came down to it I would have to implicate Chris by using a trusted agent that I knew because, quite frankly, it was a total violation of FBI rules for us to reveal our informants’ identities to other criminals. But hey, Chris had no problem giving my black ass up, which could have gotten me killed, so why should I give a shit if I gave him up, even though it might potentially cause his life to end with a bullet to the temple?
Horse spoke up.
“Jessica, slow down a minute … You’re talking about like twenty different things at the same time and you’re talking greasy slick shit at that … Now let me just tell you what I had to tell you and then you can explain to me just what the hell you’re speaking on. ’Cause I don’t know what the fuck you are ranting about.”
“Okay,” I calmly replied,
knowing that I had gotten Horse’s attention with the Chris Mims statement.
“I wanted to apologize for missing the meeting yesterday, but my son had something at school and I make it my business to put him first, no matter what, and I didn’t have my cell on me with your number in it to call you and let you know what was what. That was why I called the office and had G-Baby hear your boy spit. And I had your check on me, the twenty-five G’s, I got it now and I can get it to you whenever…” Horse sounded so believable that it had me wondering if he was telling the truth.
“Oh, okay, that’s understandable … You have to put your family first in whatever you do,” I replied while trying to calm my nerves down.
“But O! Jessica, do you want a finder’s fee for your boy?” Horse asked in a suddenly real animated manner.
“Huh?” I asked as I still wasn’t sure if Horse was serious or not about why he missed our meeting.
“For White Lines? We wanna sign that nigga … I mean that white boy … G-Baby didn’t wanna show it when y’all were in his office yesterday but he called me on some real shit saying that he was really feeling the dude. Ya’ kna’imean? So I was just hollering at you first yesterday, out of respect, ’cause you told me about the cat and I wanted to see what was what with you before I hollered at the kid myself.”
“Horse, listen, I told you from the beginning that I didn’t want anything. Just do right by him and my girl that is managing him and look out for me for the print ads and videos and all of that.”
Horse told me that he couldn’t speak much longer because he had to go to a meeting but that he wanted to hear more about what I was saying in reference to Chris.
“Yo, tomorrow night I’ll have you, your girl, and the white kid picked up in the stretch Hummer and y’all can come with me to the Underworld magazine anniversary party in New Jersey … A’ight?”
I told Horse that that would be perfect and that he could have the limo pick us up from my office. There was no way in hell that I was going to let him know where I lived and rested at, not just yet anyway.
As the conversation ended I realized that Horse was one really smart person. See, most black criminals or blacks in general who are being investigated run their mouths nonstop, especially on the phone. Whereas with the Italians in organized crime, they know how to keep their mouths shut. Horse had to have set me up in that bathroom, but the way he spoke on the phone, you never would have thought that. Nor did he get rattled when I spoke to him about Chris. I was sure that he had spoken the way he had and not gotten rattled simply because he had to assume that his phones and his conversations were constantly being monitored.
Yeah he was good. But I knew what I was doing. And I knew that I had the pieces falling into place like I wanted them to. It would only be a matter of time before I could meet Supreme and rope him in and somehow get Angela to rope her father into the mix. I would figure it out, but in the meantime, I still had to be careful. If Horse hadn’t bought my story about Chris or if he questioned Chris and Chris didn’t fold up, then I would be under serious suspicion and probably get rubbed out for sure. I was ready. I would be ready for anything and everything by any means necessary.
CHAPTER EIGHT
As I mentioned before, one of the good things about being on this investigation is that I am sort of like my own boss. I make my own hours in that I start working when I want to and end my day when I want. But the drawback is that I can’t always end my day when I want to. Where the investigation takes me often dictates if and when I’ll be able to start and finish my day or even do normal things like call home and speak to my family and my fiancé.
Speaking to my fiancé was becoming increasingly difficult and I guess that was because mentally I was getting more obsessed with my work, so much so that I was building this wedge between me and Tony. Subconsciously I think that I was building that wedge because of what I was contemplating doing if it became necessary.
Saturday, July 10, 2004 marked the fifth anniversary of Underworld magazine and as Horse had promised, he picked up Angela, White Lines, and me from my office which was located in the SoHo section of Manhattan. We were picked up in a huge yellow stretch Hummer limo. And apparently we were the last ones to be picked up to be escorted to the extravaganza. As the limo driver held open the door for us, I could tell that the twenty-two-passenger limo was just about filled to capacity.
Everyone inside the limo got deathly quiet as the three of us piled in the weed-smoke-filled limo. As we climbed over people to get inside to comfortable seats I saw a good mixture of guys and girls. And of course, most of the girls were scantily clad. Horse and another guy were both sitting next to two very attractive Asian-looking girls. I didn’t know who they were but I wanted to do something to break the tension that the three of us had created. So as I passed Horse, I stopped and leaned over and gave him a kiss that wasn’t exactly on his lips but it was right in between the corner of his lips and the start of his cheek. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and when I bent over to kiss Horse, my red thong was fully exposed, as was the tattoo that was on my lower back.
“Hi sweetie,” I said so that everyone could hear me, which was easy because the music had been lowered. “You’re not gonna introduce us to everybody?” I asked as the Asian girl looked at me and cut her eyes out of disrespect.
“Never mind,” I said as I reached my seat. “Hello everybody. I’m Jessica, for those of you who don’t know me, I run White Chocolate Models, and this is my girl Angela and she manages White Lines.”
Angela and White Lines both said hello to everyone in the car and White Lines proceeded to give all of the guys a pound. Everyone said what’s up and before long the driver took off and maneuvered us to the party.
“Turn that music up!” someone yelled.
In a matter of seconds I heard the voice of the Notorious B.I.G. and Jay Z blaring through the car’s speaker system. I was determined to fit in with Horse and his crew so I immediately lit a cigarette and began reciting the hook to the song. “I love the dough, more than you know … Gotta let it show, I love the dough…”
As I nodded my head, I noticed that Chris Mims was in the limo and he was looking at me with a deathly ice-grille but I didn’t pay him any attention and there was no way he was gonna rattle me. I also noticed that Supreme was in the limo sitting right across from Horse.
“Y’all want some Henny?” Horse asked, referring to the big bottle of cognac that was in the bar.
We all wanted some. And in a matter of seconds the three of us had our own glasses of Henny on the rocks. The tension in the limo was broken and before I knew what was up, a blunt was being passed around. White Lines took a hit and so did I. But Angela didn’t want any part of it.
As I drank the Hennessy, I had to remind myself that I was working, and I knew that there stood a good chance that I would get high that night, so I wanted to make all of my observations as to who was in the limo before I got drunk or high.
Horse held the blunt out to me in a manner that asked if I wanted some more. Without saying anything, I simply reached out and took the blunt and sucked on it for dear life. I passed it back to him and then began to drink from my glass. In no time, the combination of weed and Hennessy had me feeling very good and all of my inhibitions were starting to leave.
“Jessica, let me introduce you to my man…’Preme, this is Jessica, Jessica, this is ’Preme.”
I stuck out my hand and told Supreme that it was nice to meet him.
“Yeah, you too,” he replied as he gently shook my hand. And I remember thinking to myself, so this is the almighty powerful Supreme? Him? He didn’t look like no big time notorious gangsta.
At that point, Ja Rule’s hit song “Clap Back” came blasting through the speakers and even though Ja Rule was an artist on the Murder Inc. label, you would have thought that he was on the Gun Clap label with the enthusiasm that all of the guys in the limo began to show when the song came on. They all began to recite in thug unison
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“Clap back, we gonna clap back, we gonna clap back, we gonna clap back, let’s take it war!” All of the guys shouted and exclaimed how that song was “their shit!”
I noticed that Chris was still looking at me like he had a serious problem with me, but again I had to dismiss it and not let it rattle me. I would be lying though if I said I wasn’t worried about what had possibly transpired as a result of me telling Horse what I had told him about Chris.
I took a swig from my glass, finishing off the liquor that was inside of it and then I reached over and got the bottle and poured some more Hennessy into the glass. I knew that I was taking a big chance by drinking and smoking weed because it could impair my judgment and also later on down the road if I had to testify in court about my investigation, my credibility would be in serious question. But the truth of the matter was I was allowed to drink, but getting drunk, well that was not allowable, neither was the weed smoking or cocaine sniffing, but hey, after I had been crossed by the FBI I didn’t give a shit anymore.
The weed and Hennessy was definitely making me feel real good. So good that it had given me the confidence to look at Supreme and pucker up my lips and throw a puckered-lip kiss his way. He smiled and I smiled back at him. Although he was a convicted criminal that once ran one of the most dangerous drug gangs in New York, he was still attractive, or at least that’s what the liquor was telling me. I mean Horse was cool and he looked good too but he was too damn big and he had this lighter shade of brown skin, and I don’t know what it was but it was just something about Supreme’s dark skin complexion and dark skin guys in general that I liked.
I knew there was no way in the world that with me smoking weed and drinking Henny and flirting with Supreme, Horse or anybody from his camp would think that I was a Federalee.