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by Parish Sherman

Sin pushed Joe in front of the car's window. He flung Malika between the parked cars, and brought his gun up. As he dove over Terell's Iroc, the windows exploded.

  Terell stepped in front of the car and started busting his .45. He hit the passenger in the head, but the dudes in the backseat started getting off.

  Sin knew he couldn't leave his boy for dead, so he stood up and started getting off. The driver punched the gas.

  "That was for J.B., bitch!" someone yelled out as the car shot down the street.

  Sin saw that Terell was cool. He stepped between the cars and helped Malika up. "You aight?" he asked.

  "Sin, where's my baby!" Malika screamed.

  Sin turned and looked, and saw Simina standing in the door on the porch. She ran out of the yard and came to Sin and Malika. Sin looked back at Joe's bullet-riddled body. "Ya'll gotta get up outta here," he said as he tried to shield Simina from seeing Joe. She looked anyway and screamed. Sin hurried them over to his Navigator. "Who's name is your truck in?" he asked.

  "Mine," she said.

  "Take my truck, and give me your keys. Go to Simone's and stay there until I get there," he said as they exchanged keys. Malika got in the Navigator and sped off.

  Sin and Terell went down the street to the spot and hid the guns and looked out of the window as the police came. "Jump the fences and run over to Lina's and tell her if the police knock on her door to say she ain't seen shit," Sin told Terell.

  Terell ran out the back door and jumped the five fences to Lina's. Sin looked down the street and saw that Malika's truck was blocked in. Fuck! All I need is for the police to get this nigga's ID and see that he's from New Orleans, and that the truck has Louisiana plates, he thought.

  He opened the door and went out and proceeded down the street where the cops were. "Excuse me, officer? I need to get to work. Can you let me through?" he asked.

  "Did you see what happened out here?" the cop asked.

  "Man, I heard shooting and hit the floor. I don't want to be no accident," Sin said.

  "Where's your car?" the cop asked.

  "The burgundy Tahoe," Sin said and pointed.

  "Go ahead," the officer said as he told the other cop to move the car. Sin exhaled a breath of relief as he was starting the truck. When he got to the corner and was about to turn left he saw three Task Force cars turning down the block. The last car had a female Task Force officer inside. Sin couldn't see her face but something about her looked familiar. As she turned her head, Sin saw her face. What the fuck? he thought as he turned the corner before she saw him. The Task Force officer was Anita.

  Sin was spooked as he drove to Simone's. Once he parked he started thinking about how he hooked up with Anita. This bitch got on my line the same day I noticed that the police was following me. Shit! I gotta disappear for a minute, he thought.

  As he approached the door, Malika opened it. He walked in and hugged her. Sin was truly scared. He didn't know what was going on.

  "I want you to go trade that truck in today. Get whatever you want, and I'll pay the difference. I also want you to move back into the house tonight. Don't go there until tonight. When we get back from Arizona, baby, have all that done. Now where is my daughter?" he asked.

  "In her room."

  Sin walked in Simina's room, and she stood and came and hugged him. Sin held her at arm's length. "Baby, I know that shit scared you. It scared me too, but it's over. Don't repeat what happened to no one, okay?" he asked.

  "Yes, Daddy. Dad, I thought you got shot. I watched the whole thing," she said with tears in her eyes.

  "Look, are you going to be okay to go back to Arizona, or do you want to stay here?" he asked.

  "I'm going with you," she said.

  "You aight?"

  "Yeah, I just never saw a dead body before."

  "How do feel about that?" he asked. Sin did not need for her to be traumatized by seeing the man that raised her getting killed.

  "I hated how Joe treated my mama and me, but I didn't want that to happen to him, but I rather it be him than you," she said.

  I hope he didn't see me, Anita thought as they pulled up at the murder scene and got out of the car. Anita and Perez walked up to the body where Jones was standing.

  "Looks like your boy struck again," Jones said.

  "Last I heard he was in Arizona," Anita said.

  "Well from what our informant tells us, this is his turf," Perez said.

  "You said 'again'," Anita said to Jones.

  "Everyone knows that The Mad Circle and 61st Street are at war, and your boy had something to do with J.B Ramsey getting killed. We also know through you that he was at the club the night Max Ramsey got shot," Jones said.

  "Jones, all that shit is coincidental. I've sat and talked to Sin for hours, and I'm 100% sure he's clean. All he talks about is starting a business and being there for his kids."

  Jones looked at Anita like she was crazy. He knew for a fact that Simian Michaels was a high-ranking member of The Mad Circle. Even if Bo Andrews was stalling them to stack some money, Jones knew that if he caught Sin, then there was a chance he could finally get Sin's cousin, Shaqui and Hasahn and Amir Williams on a conspiracy. Jones hated The Circle and everything it stood for, especially Shaqui Michaels, whom he suspected was sexing up his ex, Teesa.

  "Anita don't let this muthafucka cloud your judgment! He's dirty. Please don't say you falling for this scum bucket muthafucka," Jones said.

  "No, my professional judgment says he clean," Anita stubbornly replied. "If you can prove he's dirty, fuck him! If not, I'm not going to put him out there or have any part of your bullshit set ups, and you know how you do it!"

  Jones pulled a phone out and dialed a number. He waited as the line rang. I can't believe Anita's getting feelings over this asshole. She won't even give me the time of day, he thought.

  "Hello?" the voice said.

  ''Andrews, your time is up. Call your boy and hook some-thing up,'' Jones said and hung up.

  ''You'll have your proof soon enough,'' he said to Anita and walked away. Sin, please don't be involved in this shit, or I'm going to have to bust you, Anita thought.

  Bo hung the phone up. Shit! I need just a little bit more time, he thought as he dialed Sin's number.

  ''What up?'' Sin answered.

  "Hey, this is Bo. I need to see you. I got 65 for that car," he said.

  ''Bo, I ain't selling that car until the 10th," Sin said and hung up. Cool, Bo thought. He dialed Jones's number and relayed the message.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Everybody Ain't Ya' Friend

  The game had changed for Sin in the last three months of Mario being home. Mario dropped a hundred keys of raw coke on June and Sin, and they put a cut on every one they sold to make them a key and a half. They moved the dope in less than a month. Sin had stacked 2.5 million dollars.

  With Tia's help he opened his club called 'Sin'. By there not being any cool clubs for cats to chill at in the town or in the Bay Area for that matter, Sin was a huge success.

  June turned the game up in a real way. He stopped messing with all the in-the-way cats, and started messing with thorough cats in The Circle. June also left all the hood rats alone and devoted more time to his wife, LaToya. He still crept to Arizona to see the Asian chick, Jae, but he cut off all the other strays.

  The war with the Mad Circle and Max and his crew was uglier than ever. What really made Sin mad was the fact that Kesha always called him talking mess when he retaliated against Max and his boys. Shaqui was putting in much work on the 61st Street cats.

  It was a trip how things started coming together perfectly. The whole Circle was eating well and it was because of Sin, June, and Mario. Everything was too perfect to Sin. He felt deep down that something bad was going to happen soon.

  Sin's phone rang and he rolled over and saw that Malika was gone.

  He grabbed the phone and looked at the screen. He saw Bo's cell number and smiled. He was getting so much dope from Mario that he st
arted fronting Bo twenty-five keys at a time. Bo would leave five on the block with his cousins, Marv, and Nitty and take the rest down South and move them for 20 a brick easily. Sin was charging Bo 12-5 a key. He knew if Bo was calling he had 310,000 for him.

  "What up, blood?" Sin answered.

  "Cuzzo, I got that. I need the same thing and I want to spend 375," Bo said.

  "Aight, I'll meet you at Rod's Cafe" Sin said and hung up.

  Sin got up and went to the bathroom and tended to his business, and then got in the shower. When he got out he looked outside and saw that it was going to be a dreary day.

  He went to the closet and took out the tan Kenneth Cole Khaki's, a white T-shirt, and a Burberry short-sleeved button up. He slipped the cranberry Lugz boots on, and the tan leather three-quarter length coat.

  Sin went to the garage and saw that Malika had taken her Tahoe. He got in his Grand National and left. As he was pulling into the gas station he pulled his Nextel out and called Shaunté.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Lil' mama, I need you to meet me at the club," he said.

  "Aight, I'll be there in a minute," she said and hung up.

  By the time Sin pulled up at the club, Shaunté was there in her root beer brown Range Rover. He got out of his car and went in the club.

  He went into the basement and moved a few things and pushed in on the dartboard on the wall then pulled down on it slightly. The hook in the wall triggered the hidden door. Sin heard the hiss of the air lock, and a section of the wall slid in and to the left. He walked in and got Bo's order. He put it in two boxes, took them to 'Tay's truck one by one, then closed and sealed the hidden room and put boxes back in front of it.

  Sin told Shaunté where to meet him, then got back in his car and pulled off.

  As he drove he thought about asking Malika to marry him. She was playing her part well, but he still couldn't forget all that time that passed without him knowing of his daughter.

  Then there was Tia who he was falling for. Tia knew about Malika and let it be known from jump that she wouldn't be intimate with Sin while he was with Malika. It was hard being around her and not hitting it. They laid in her bed on weekends with her in nothing but panties and a gown or T-shirt.

  The Oakland Drug Task Force and Berkeley Task Force were geared up and waiting for the signal to strike. Jones and Perez were so sure that they were going to catch Sin dirty that they had a KTVU News crew standing by.

  Anita was having mixed emotions. On one hand, she wanted to uphold the law she was sworn to, but on the other hand, she had a soft spot for Sin, and as much as she didn't want to believe that he was selling dope, she knew he was.

  "I gotta use the bathroom," she said as she got out of her car and went into the Thrifty's where they were keeping surveillance on Rod's Cafe. The minute she got in the bathroom and closed the door, she dialed *67 to block her number, then Sin's cell number.

  "Hello?" Sin answered as he got off the freeway on 51st and made a left onto Shattuck.

  "Sin, I hope I didn't make a fool out of myself by believing in you, but just in case I did; if you on your way to Rod's Cafe to meet Bo Andrews, don't go. He's trying to set you up. He's been working for the police for the last eight months," Anita said.

  "How do you know this, Anita?" Sin asked, acting as if he didn't know she was the police.

  "I can't tell you that right now, but trust me on this. I'll call you later," she said and hung up.

  This bitch ass nigga! I brought this punk-ass muthafucka from standing on the block to supplying damn near everybody in Berkeley, Sin thought as he dialed Shaunté.

  "Hello?" she answered.

  "Don't go there! It's a setup, baby. Where you at right now?" he asked.

  "I'm just approaching Jackson liquor's," she said.

  "Go to my mother's," Sin said and hung up.

  When Sin got to his mom's, he did what he had to do then got in the Range with Shaunté.

  "Baby, I told you that nigga wasn't cool. He trying to fuck off everything we've built. We need to be going to handle that nigga," Shaunté said.

  "Oh, believe me, we will!" Sin said.

  Shaunté reached over and grabbed Sin's dick. "You put me to sleep yesterday, Daddy," she said as she noticed that they were going up Shattuck in the direction of Rod's Cafe. "Where you going?" she asked.

  "To Rod's," he said and told her his plan.

  Anita saw Sin and Shaunté pull up and get out of the Range Rover. What the fuck is wrong with this nigga? He must be trying to go back to jail! Fuck it, I did what I could, she thought. She watched Shaunté and Sin go in the breakfast spot and be seated. As she watched them eating through her binoculars, the team got ready.

  As Shaunté sat at the table eating, Sin felt as if his world was crumbling. I wonder how long this bitch-ass nigga been trying to get me caught up? It ain't no doubt that if I get out of this shit I'm going to have to shut this shit down or hit another state. One thing's for sure, two things for certain: I'm going to kill this bitch-ass nigga! Sin thought.

  As he looked at Shaunté Sin thought about all the shit they put each other through. "'Tay, I love you, baby," he said as he grabbed her hand.

  "I know you do, Sin. What I don't know is why you do me like you do. I love your dog-ass like my next breath. I would do whatever for you. Since we broke up I've only been with one dude, and it was only a few times," she said with tears in her eyes.

  "I'm saying, 'Tay. You had a nigga straight bugging. I never even wanted another chick until you pulled that one move," he said as he rubbed her cheek.

  "Nigga, quit lying. Your ass was already in Seattle when I decided to go to Reno. Them muthafuckin' twins were slobbing on your dick when you wasn't answering my calls!" she stated angrily.

  "I'm sorry, 'Tay. Baby, I got sidetracked. I know I was outta pocket for carrying you like that. I let this money shit get to my head. For real though, it's like I said a long time ago. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have it like I do," he said and kissed her on the lips. "If I get through this punk-ass shit I promise I'm going to do right by you."

  Shaunté got a funny feeling in her stomach when she saw the sincerity in Sin's eyes. Damn, I love this nigga! she thought. "Sin, you only got one more time to fuck over me. I've shot muthafuckas for much less than what you be doing. You do me wrong again though. I don't want nothing other than our daughter and business to do with you. Baby, I'm serious as AIDS," she said.

  Sin pulled his phone out and called Maria and had her call Mario on the threeway in case his phone was being tapped

  "What's up. Sin?" he asked.

  "Bro, one of these suckas done twisted me with the dicks. I ain't knowing how the cards going to drop. My rider will be at you. She got the same program as me, so look out for her," Sin said. He and Mario talked for another minute then hung up.

  "I wish I could beat that pussy up real quick," he told Shaunté.

  "Yeah, I could use some of that turbo tongue you working with too."

  "Come on, baby, let's do this!" Sin said.

  They walked out and got in the Range Rover, and Shaunté fired up a blunt. As they smoked, Sin saw a Berkeley police car pull up behind them.

  "It's about to go down, baby," he said.

  Shaunté pulled out her Glock 9mm, took the clip out, slid it in her purse, and put the gun in the glove box and locked it. They saw another cop car pull up in front of them.

  Sin hit the blunt a couple of times. All of a sudden two vans screeched up, and out jumped the two city's elite.

  "Out of the God damn car, now!" one of the cops said.

  Sin leaned over and kissed 'Tay again, and they got out. The police rushed them and threw them both up against the Range, and cuffed them. Just then Sin saw the KTVU news crew. These muthafuckas were super confident, he thought. Sin looked at Anita feining surprise. She turned her head in disgust. She probably thinks that I'm super stupid for still showing up, he thought.

  "We've been after these t
wo for a while," Jones said to the news reporter.

  Perez pulled the 9mm out of Shaunté's glove box.

  "That's registered to me, and you didn't ask permission to search my vehicle!" Shaunté yelled.

  Jones grabbed Sin and pulled him to the back of thr Range Rover and opened the rear door. The news crew focused in on the two duffel bags. When Jones opened them, his eyes got big as saucers. He went through both bags like a cyclone. The cameraman focused in on the clothes which Jones tossed all over the place.

  "Man, what is you looking for? Better yet, don't tell me. Call my lawyer right away!" Sin demanded.

  Jones snatched Sin by his collar and slammed him against the truck. "Where's the dope?" he yelled.

  "Let him the fuck go!" Shaunté screamed as she tried to break away from Anita and another female cop.

  "What dope?" Sin yelled back.

  Jones roughly moved Sin over to where Shaunté was standing.

  "You muthafuckas always trying to get bad when niggas' in cuffs. I bet you won't uncuff him and do that shit!'' Shaunté said.

  These muthafuckas thought they had me dead bang. I can't believe they actually brought a news team, Sin thought. "Nah, he ain't going to uncuff me. It would be a shame to get his ass beat and get fired on the same day," he said.

  The hatred in Jones' eyes was unmistakable. If it was late night and he had Sin by himself he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through Sin's head. He'd done it before to others. "You know what, bitch? We about to see just how bad you are," he said as he snatched Sin and slammed him on the hood of a squad car and uncuffed him, totally forgetting about the news crew.

  "Kick his muthafuckin' ass, baby!" 'Tay said.

  "Somebody come get this bitch!" Perez said and pushed Shaunté to another officer, causing her to fall.

  "Muthafucka, she's pregnant!" Sin yelled and pushed Perez into the wall. The cops mobbed on Sin and got him in a chokehold, causing him to lose consciousness. All the while the news crew was filming this.

  When Sin came to, he was in the paddy-wagon with a sore neck and a big lump on the back of his head. When the wagon stopped they were at Oakland Police Station.

 

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