Watch Out for the Big Girls

by J. M. Benjamin

  Chief Andrews had been on the force sixteen years. He hadn’t been shocked by much. But everything he heard in the past few hours was terrifying. It was then that he understood why Agent McCarthy was so passionate about this specific case. These women were terrorists. And they had cells everywhere. Even on the inside. Their power couldn’t be second-guessed. There was only one thing to do now.

  Chief Andrews stared Office Douglass in the eyes in silence. Office Douglass couldn’t stop moving his trembling body the entire time he was confessing. “You know this is out of my hands. I have to turn you over to a good friend of mine who will protect you; well, until it blows over. Where’s Officer Blake now?”

  Officer Douglass looked at his watch. “Our shift starts in a half. He should be here in ten; he’s always early.”

  “Well, I’m going to make the call now. What I need you to do is stall him,” the chief instructed Officer Douglass.

  “So what will happen with me?”

  “Truthfully, you’ll both be arrested on the spot. But that’s just to make it look good. And then you’ll be separated. We’ll have his side of the story and we’ll check into a few things. If they match up, we’ll push for full immunity, along with the witness protection program, a new identity for you, your wife, and your daughter.”

  Just being reminded of his family made Officer Douglass wonder if he was doing the right thing. It was so risky. Either way they were in jeopardy. Surely this would be the only thing to keep them safe. By the time anyone figured out what was going on, they would be long gone. Maybe Toronto.

  “So what now?” Officer Douglass asked.

  “I’ll make the call,” Chief Andrews stated.

  While picking up the phone and holding it between his ear and shoulder to keep his hands free, he nodded his head toward the entrance of his office door. “You go stall Blake,” he instructed Douglass before placing his call.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  When one door slams in your face another one opens. At least Agent McCarthy believed so. He was ecstatic to come right back up on such a promising lead after just losing Careese Pearson. Still it saddened him to hear of such corruption within the law enforcement department. It never ended, he thought. The scale of justice had been tipped and the government was losing.

  “All right, just keep them there. I can’t make any solid promises, Andrews, but I’m going to at least try to get him immunity, cocksucking son of a bitch!” he chimed. “Only if he leads to a conviction,” he added. “And it ain’t gonna be easy. But I swear if even one word of his confession is false, I’ll have his corpse remanded to a prison cell after he dies. I’m sending my men.” He ended, “Oh, and Chief?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thanks. I owe you.”

  “No, you don’t. We’re on the same side, remember?”

  Agent McCarthy flashed a reserved grin. The chief’s words were comforting. It had been hard for him lately. He didn’t know who was who. Only situations like this swayed his evaluations. “That’s what I like to hear,” he replied. “I’m sending two of my best men and a small team to help them out. There are not many others I can trust. Those guys are still so fucked up over Mullin’s and Craven’s deaths that they are doing everything they can to help.”

  “So am I,” Chief Andrews solidified.

  They both hung up. Agent McCarthy jumped up from his desk smiling as he regained all hope stronger than before. There was no more credible witness than a cop. All they needed was any one piece of tangible evidence to substantiate it all and the FBI could start raining down indictments so hard, just to not be associated with the Double Gs a lesbian would turn straight until it was all over.

  Agent McCarthy swerved around his desk while fixing his tie. His eyes widened as his office door swung open hard. He stared up at one of the meanest faces he had ever seen. He wondered to what he owed the pleasure of his superior pay him a visit. Agent McCarthy rose to greet Agent Mobley.

  “Have a seat, Tom,” Mobley demanded more than suggested.

  “I’m on a big lead. Give me like fi—”

  “Now!” Agent Mobley declared, cutting him short of his words.

  McCarthy turned and sat back down at his desk. “Wassup?” He tossed his hands behind his head in frustration.

  “I’m removing you from this case.”

  Agent McCarthy nearly fell out of his chair. He couldn’t believe his ears. “What? Like hell you are!” he cried out loud. “I just got the biggest freaking break ever!”

  “I don’t give a goddamn!” Agent Mobley interjected. “You fucked up, Tom. With the Pearson girl when you unlawfully detained her.” He sarcastically added, “Not to mention the tail leading to the death of two of our agents.”

  The words stung Agent McCarthy’s heart and ego like a pack of killer bees.

  “Now, you will hand over your so-called leads and files over to Agent Reddick and brief him. You’ve put the whole Bureau in jeopardy of one of the biggest lawsuits we’ve ever been up against. You were too close to the agents who were murdered. It’s a conflict and has affected your judgment.” His superior concluded, “Look at you, Tom. You haven’t been sleeping in weeks.”

  Agent McCarthy looked at Agent Mobley with a questionable eye. He tried to speak, but was stopped by the palm of Agent Mobley’s hand. “I’ve said all I have to say about the matter. There’s nothing else left to discuss. I’m doing this for your own good, but even more for this department. This Diamond Morgan hasn’t lost a federal case yet. She’s the best. Ask your wife about her; Linda will tell you that as long as she’s been the best US attorney for the eastern district, Ms. Morgan is the only one who haunts her. No one wants to fight a civil suit. Blame yourself. You should’ve come to me first. I got people to answer to too, you know. Expect to be relieved by Agent Reddick shortly. I’ll have him meet you in the situation room.” With that said Ronald Mobley shut the door behind him.

  This has to be some fucking nightmare. Please wake me, Agent McCarthy said to himself. Agent Reddick? he questioned in his mind. “Fuck!” he screamed. Then all in one motion, he slammed both palms of his hands down on the desk and swiped all of the files off it like a madman. Paper flew everywhere.

  After all the goddamn work I’ve done! They’re going to pull me? He still couldn’t believe it. Fucking politics. It was officially out of his hands now. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him. As far as he was concerned, the city would be a better place without the organization. He had done all in his power to take them down. But he knew he had to do more if he wanted Starrshma Fields or the rest of Double G to crumble. If they got away without proper prosecution, it would be his colleagues’ fault. He couldn’t let that happen. McCarthy was beyond pissed at their inability to see how dangerous the Double Gs were. But if nobody else was going to fight to rid the streets of Las Vegas of them Agent McCarthy was determined to. I may have lost the battle, but I refuse to lose the war, he told himself as he pulled out the spare phone.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  “What?” Monica hysterically whispered into the phone, still in disbelief of what she was hearing. For months she had been getting deeper and deeper within the organization. Deeper than any other she had ever heard about. The last thing she wanted to hear was that there was division within the Bureau. “So what do I do now?” she asked in search of any responsible answer. She wasn’t sure whether McCarthy was trying to pull the plug on the operation.

  There’s no way I’m going to accept being pulled out, she concluded. Not when she had come this far. If she gave up now everything she had put her life on the line for would have been done for nothing. “You know how much this means to me,” she reminded him. “If I have to go rogue, I will,” she threatened. Her tone was more aggressive than her normal mild one.

  “Just relax,” Agent McCarthy tried to calm her. “No one’s pulling you out. That’s not what I’m saying.” He clarified, “There’s just a few kinks that need to be ironed out. Until then, you ju
st stay in deep cover. You will still report to no one but me. If anyone ever contacts you from the agency, it’s when you’ve been made, don’t trust them. I have your real identity. I’m the only one. I’m the only person who can give it back to you when this is over. So try not to get caught by law enforcement. But still do whatever it is you have to do to get to the top. God forbid if anything does happen. I’ll be the first one on the scene.”

  “But what if something happens to you first?” she asked.

  That was something he had never thought about and there was no real answer. “For both of our sakes, let just hope it doesn’t.” That was all he could conjure up for reassurance.

  “I can’t believe this, Tom. Something’s not right about this.” She sighed.

  “Tell me about it. But, don’t worry, I’m all over it. Fuck what Mobley or anybody else says.”

  “I’m glad to hear you say that, because I’m getting so close. I can feel it.” She felt a little better hearing Agent McCarthy’s words. “Speaking of which . . .” She paused. It pained her just thinking about it. “I’m not sure if it’s connected or a coincidence, but the Washington girl who goes by the name Bubbles was telling me a story that’s similar to my brother’s case. Before she could finish, she was interrupted by one of the other members.”

  “So, what do you have?” Agent McCarthy asked.

  “I need you to look up murders during the time of my brother’s. See if any of them owned a BMW, model preferably a 325i.”

  “I’m sure you’re going to tell me why,” he chimed.

  Monica thought she had heard something. She looked behind her and then whispered into the phone, “I’ll be in touch.”

  “Be safe,” Agent McCarthy stated.

  His words went unheard. She had already disconnected the call.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  The silver Phantom pulled up in front of Treasures as Freeze and Esco sat in the back finishing up a game of NBA Live. Tonight’s wager was five grand. Both men thumbed the controllers vigorously while hundreds of partygoers on the line waited to get in. The scenery quickly shifted in a blink of an eye. First two motorcycles shot down the street without warning as human and vehicle traffic quickly scattered to clear the way just in time. The two matching pink and black R6s traveled at top speed and then in an instant they simultaneously hit their front brakes performing tricks as their back wheels lifted high up while their front wheels balanced the bikes, skidding down the length of the street, stopping and dropping the back wheels back down as they paused in between both clubs. The infamous roars of engines could be heard echoing in the air. Freeze dropped the PlayStation remote controller on the floor and stepped out of the Phantom. He stood in the streets with his arms folded, leaning against the vehicle. Numerous bikes with passengers on the back shot past him performing all sorts of tricks and stunts. Esco let himself out of the Phantom as well and also spilled into the streets and pulled up next to his partner in crime.

  The two stretch Escalades slowly pulled up between both clubs as people cheered. They stopped in front of the Phantom. It was the closest Freeze had ever been to Starr. He watched as the driver stepped out and walked around the back and helped them step down. Starr purposely let herself out on Freeze’s side. She revealed a devious grin as she cut her eyes at him that only Freeze caught. His face twisted up and turned to stone. Bubbles got out on the other side and the doors from the second Escalade opened wide. Both Freeze and Esco watched as the other women formed like Voltron around Starr. Freeze’s eyes grew cold as Sparkle and Glitter peeled the helmets off. Although they looked his way, one would not think they had ever met before, let alone had both their mouths on his cock at the same time. He was sure they had been given specific instructions to carry that way. He eyed them as they floated through the strip. His eyes were pulled in a different direction from the sound of his right-hand man’s voice.

  “That’s her right?” Esco asked for a second time thinking Freeze had heard him.

  “Her? Who?” He looked in the direction Esco was facing.

  “Prime’s bitch, from that night we were gonna pop on them clowns,” Esco recapped the incident in a whisper.

  Freeze ignored him. Instead, he locked eyes on Monica. The two also made brief eye contact. Seeing her with the Double Gs confirmed what he had thought that night. He was sure Prime had been the victim of the same heinous act he had endured. He studied her as Bubbles took her by one arm. Both women had a striking resemblance of beauty. The way they gracefully moved with hidden dominance was the same. All five of their backs turned to him and they strutted away into the trucks’ high beams. They were immediately drowned by women in motorcycle jackets, sporting the most hated logo known to man.

  These bitches gotta be stopped, was the only thought that flowed through Freeze’s mind as he watched them spill into the gay club across the street like they owned not only the club, but the city of Las Vegas as well.

  Over at Club Panties, Starr, Diamond, and Bubbles made their way down to the lower level of the establishment in the three-floor elevator.

  “I promise you, you would have thought he seen a ghost.” She continued her conversation about her and Freeze’s brief exchange as they spilled out of the elevator. “You should have seen that nigga’s face when he saw me.” Starr chuckled as she was the first to sit.

  Diamond and Bubbles both pulled out their respective chairs. They now all sat in a private section of Club Panties discussing and contemplating their next move while the rest of the members partied upstairs.

  The words, “We’re supposed to be a ghost who haunts, not wolves who hunt,” spoken by Queen Fem, invaded Starr’s mind. Things had definitely begun to spiral out of control at a rapid pace, she thought. Nonetheless, she was confident it was not too late to repair the damage done already, especially since she had her own ace in the hole. Queen Fem was not the only one in the organization who had resources and connections in high places. Starr smiled at the thought of being able to handle the situation without running to Queen Fem. Although she loved Queen Fem like a mother, lately she had grown tired of seeking help and guidance from her like a little girl. I’m a big girl, she told herself as she changed subjects.

  “On a positive note,” Starr started out saying, “my insider informed me that this McCarthy guy has been removed from our case. The FBI’s running scared. Thanks to you, of course, Diamond,” she commended her, rubbing Diamond’s thigh under the tablecloth.

  “I wish I could’ve seen his face,” Bubbles declared.

  “He won’t take this lying down, I’m sure, which leads me to my next topic of discussion.” Starr leaned in closer and spoke lower and in a more subtle tone. “I’m beginning to take these claims of an agent among us to be the truth.”

  “Who do you think it could be?” Bubbles asked.

  “I have my suspicions,” Starr retorted. “After a few more tests, I’ll have my answer. But, for now, watch what you say or do around anyone. And when the perpetrator is caught, I’ll deal with her myself. I’ll give her a fair chance to fight for her life, right before she begs me to end it,” Starr proclaimed.

  The other three women in the room nodded in agreement. They too wanted to know who the culprit was.

  “Have you received any more calls?” Diamond asked.

  “No.” Starr shook her head. “And that’s the crazy thing about this.”

  “Well, maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe it was bogus,” Bubbles joined in.

  “No, it wasn’t bogus. Too many things have been happening lately. Luckily we stay on top of our shit.” Starr flashed a smirk. “With that being said, let’s join the rest of our sisters and celebrate our minor victory,” Starr chimed. “And where the hell is Felicia?” Starr questioned.

  Bubbles shrugged as she stood, knowing the question was mainly directed to her. It was no secret that she and Felicia hung out the most out of all the other members.

  “I was wondering the same thing,” Diamond joined in as
she backed away from the table. “Not like her to be late for a meeting.”

  “I was wondering why my fucking ears were ringing.” Like magic, Felicia appeared out of nowhere with a partial smile plastered across her face.

  “Where were you?” Starr looked down at her rose gold–toned Michael Kors.

  “Putting everything together for that move you asked me to make,” she reminded Starr.

  Starr nodded, remembering. The answer went over both Diamond’s and Bubbles’s heads. Bubbles brushed it off but Diamond felt different. “Keeping secrets now, are we?” Her eyes shifted from Felicia to Starr.

  “It was on a need-to-know basis,” was all Starr offered, stone-faced. Her mood had instantly changed. She didn’t appreciate Diamond’s accusation and she wanted her to know.

  “Oh, I guess I didn’t need to know then.” Diamond rolled her eyes, although she knew she was out of line. As soon as the words spilled out of her mouth she knew she was in error. “I didn’t mean to say . . .” she attempted to clean up her response to Starr’s answer.

  She had let her emotions get the best of her and that was out of character for her. She was one who had mastered keeping a poker face at all times. But it was apparent that she had not quite mastered the art when it came to how she felt about Starr. Ever since the morning Starr had received the phone call while at her house, Diamond believed she was moving and acting differently. Even the last time they had been together, Diamond felt her lover was being distant despite the fact that she lay right next to her. There was no doubt in her mind that something was wrong but, whatever the case, still it didn’t excuse the fact that Starr was her boss and what she said and how she chose to deal with something was what it was.