A Little More Sin

by Parish Sherman

  The doors opened and one officer was standing there. "You okay, Michaels?" he asked.

  "Nah, I'm fucked up. What happened to my baby's mother?" he asked.

  "They brought her here in a separate car. That was bullshit what they did to you. You had every right to try to protect your girl and unborn child. I know one thing; some very important people want to see you," he said.

  Sin stepped out of the wagon and the officer uncuffed him. They went through a door and Sin was handed off to the jail staff.

  Just then Perez and Jones came in. "Why the fuck is he not in cuffs! I want this piece of shit cuffed, now!" Jones yelled.

  "Wait a God damn minute! I don't work for you. You don't run shit up in here, officer. Now I suggest you stay away from this man, and those are orders from the Chief!" the jailer said and bogarded past Jones and Perez and went to a hallway.

  "Michaels, I have to put you in cuffs because we're about to ride on a civilian elevator," the jailer said and cuffed Sin in front.

  They got on an elevator and rode up to the 4th floor. The jailer turned Sin over to another cop that had sergeant's stripes on his uniform. Sin was then taken to an interrogation room. He sat in that room for over three hours. He knew there were people on the other side of the tinted glass, because one of their stupid asses lit a cigarette and he saw the flame out of the corner of his eye.

  Ten minutes later, Jones, Perez, an Internal Affairs officer, the Deputy Mayor, the Chief of Police, the Police Commissioner, and the Task Force captain, all came in.

  The chief slid Sin a piece of paper. "Sign it and you're free" he said.

  "I'm not signing shit, and I ain't saying shit else without an attorney present," Sin said.

  "If that's how you want it. You're being charged with assault on a police officer, threatening a police officer, and resisting arrest," the Chief said.

  "Well, let's do this. I need my phone call to call my lawyer and to make bail," Sin said.

  "I don't think so. You see Mr. Michaels, you neglected to register with our police station upon you getting out of that prison in Georgia and coming to Oakland," the Police Chief informed him.

  "Negative, Chief. First of all, that's a condition of parole. I didn't get out on parole in Georgia. I served my whole sentence. Secondly, you only have to register if you have a sex or narcotics case. I had a gun charge."

  "If you sign this paper all of this will go away. You'll have a license to do as you wish," the Commissioner said.

  "Ain't nuttin' happening. Now what about my legal right to a phone call within three hours of being arrested?" Sin asked smugly.

  "Have it your way. Book him and the girl. I want her charged with double murder for the killing that took place at Roscoe's," the Chief said.

  ''You do that, then you're going to have another lawsuit on your hands. I'll make sure she sues you for not having probable cause to search her vehicle, assault on her and our unborn child, and filing false charges. Now that your boys here done used excessive force, and you know I'm going to file a civil suit and win, you wanna try to pin some shit on my baby's mom. Shit, I can probably get Johnny to take this case," Sin said.

  The District Attorney came in and sat next to Sin. "Mr. Michaels, I'm Sam Neil, District Attorney. Shaunté Rogers will be released in the next hour. I assure you that the events that took place today will not go unpunished. However, you putting your hands on Officer Perez will also be punished. If I was in your position, I would have done the exact same thing, but the law is the law,'' he said.

  ''I accept that. I'll be filthy rich by the time I get home,'' Sin said and smiled at the Deputy Mayor.

  ''Book him and charge him with assault on a police officer,'' the deputy Mayor said.

  The sergeant that led Sin into the room escorted him out.

  When Sin went to court three days later, he was arraigned. Ayanna Gates, who was one of the top lawyers in the country, represented him. Ayanna was born and raised in West Oakland. When her man, Tariq told her about the case, she jumped at it. The D.A. met with her and told her that because of the events that took place, he was only going to ask that Sin receive a year and a day. That would make Sin automatically have to go to prison. California law prohibits any inmate being sentenced to anything over a year to serve their sentence in a county jail.

  Later on that night Sin was sitting in his cell reading and thinking about what was going on in the streets.

  ''Michaels, you have a visit,'' the deputy said over the intercom.

  Sin looked at his celly, Mark. ''Man, these muthafuckas about to try to kill me,'' he said as he got up. When his door popped, he stepped out and went to the unit's exit and waited. The deputy mechanically popped that door, and Sin went to the control bubble.

  The door opened and Sin saw it was Deputy Greer. Deputy Greer was a bad broad. She looked a lot like that chick that plays Lynn on "Girlfriends", Persia White. She said, ''I could get in serious trouble for this, but I know you got done wrong, and she's a good friend of mine. Plus, I know you gon' tell you folks to give me a permanent VIP pass to your club."

  ''You got that,'' Sin said.

  ''Tell her ya'll only got an hour,'' she said.

  Sin went and stood by a door that led to the visiting area. When it opened, he stepped through and went up the stairs. He looked in all the behind the glass visiting cubes on both sides and didn't see anyone. He looked in the contact visiting room, which was only used for contact visits with attorneys, and saw Anita. The door buzzed and he went inside. They both just stared at each other with different thoughts on their minds.

  Damn, I know he's mad at me, Anita thought.

  This girl saved my muthafuckin' ass. If she didn't give me the heads up, they would have me on some serious shit, Sin thought.

  "Let me say what I have to say then you can cuss me out if you choose to," she said.

  Anita was looking good as hell to Sin. She was wearing a medium length green dress and sandals.

  "Sin, we got that guy Bo Andrews, and he gave us your name and Shaunté Rogers' name. He even said that she killed those two low lifes at Roscoe's and you were right there. Me meeting you at that light was planned. After we kicked it at Mexicali Rose that night, I had doubts that you were a drug dealer. To be sure, I put surveillance on you, and you showed no illegal activity. Shaunté showed none either.

  "That night you left me hanging at my house, I called Jones and told him I thought he was wrong about you. I called and told you it was a set up just in case I was wrong. I fucked around and caught feelings for you. Your arrogant ass still went to the meet. Then Jones, being just as arrogant but at the same time stupid, had the news people there."

  Sin just stood there staring at her. She had no idea that she saved him. "Anita, I'm not mad at you, baby. All you did was your job. I'm in this shit because I went to that meet even after you warned me. This ain't your fault, baby. I already knew you was the police. I saw you that day on Seminary when that dude got killed. That shit sorta made me mad, but after you risking your job for me, how can I be mad?" he asked.

  "I know you were at war with Max Ramsey, and ya'll had a shootout at the club, because I was there. I just want you to be honest. Did you kill his brother, J.B.? This is off the record."

  "Come here, baby," he said. Anita walked into Sin's arms. He looked down at her. "When that cat got killed, I was in Arizona. My baby mama messes with Max. She called me accusing me of that shit. I was at a truck stop in Arizona getting gas when dude got killed. I got receipts and everything, and I paid for the gas and other things with my Visa," he said.

  Anita looked in Sin's eyes and felt he was telling her the truth. She also knew that Sin wouldn't tell her if he did do it. She kissed him. "Come sit down. I brought you something to eat," she said.

  Sin sat down and sat Anita on his lap. "Food ain't what I'm trying to eat," he said as he ran his hand up her leg.

  "You better eat your food," she said as she opened the Styrofoam container that contained
a cheese steak sandwich. As Sin started eating he felt his dick getting hard. Anita must have felt it too, because she turned and looked at him.

  "I'm breaking the law by doing this, but here," she said and gave him a blunt and a lighter.

  "Since you already breaking the rules…" he said and rubbed his hand between her thighs. He felt the heat coming from her before his hand rubbed up against the crotch of her panties.

  "Sin, I..." she never finished, because he moved the wet panties aside and stroked her. He moved the stuff on the table to the side and laid Anita on it. He pulled his jail pants down and ripped her panties off. Sin gave Anita head the first ten minutes then went up in her. He had to put her panties in her mouth to keep her from screaming so loud. He pulled out at the very last second and busted off in a napkin.

  As Anita was preparing to leave, she looked over at Sin.

  "So, you gon' come visit me in the pen?" he asked.

  Anita smiled. "For sure. I'm going to go home and write you so that you will have my address," she said.

  They kissed and she left. Sin went back to his unit and into his cell.

  "So who was that?" Mark asked.

  "Homie, you wouldn't even understand," Sin said and tossed Mark Anita's ripped panties. Mark inhaled Anita's scent as Sin fired up the blunt and leaned into the toilet blowing the smoke down with every flush.

  The next morning Sin called Malika and Shaunté one by one and told them he was going to take the deal.

  "You only going to be gone for a minute. I'll get the marriage license," Shaunté said.

  Malika started crying and told him she was going to hold everything down for him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I Threw Up Wit' Dat Nigga Grew up Wit' Dat Nigga

  On November 18, 1999 Sin was sentenced. He saw his cousin, Shaqui, and his potnas, Tayshaun, Hashi, Hasahn, Tariq, and Amir in the courtroom. He looked at his brother whom was standing with Mario and nodded to Sha. Mario balled his fist up and tapped his chest. Sin looked at Malika who had tears in her eyes. He decided right then that he was going to do right by her. "I love you," he mouthed.

  "I love you more," she mouthed back.

  Sin was then taken out of the courtroom and led back to the North County jail. Later that night he was transferred to Santa Rita jail where he would await the prison chain.

  On December 1, 1999 Sin got off the bus in San Quentin. The first person he saw standing off at a distance was Marco.

  "I'll be by West Block to see you after you get processed in. My potna up in R&R got some shit for you," he yelled. Sin nodded his head. Marco had grown in every aspect. He was 5’10" and weighed 230 pounds of muscle. He was brown-skinned, brown eyes, and had a bald head.

  Sin and Marco hadn't seen each other in over 13 years, not since that day in the courtroom. Sin went in the Receive and Release building.

  "Ay, which one of you cats is Sin?" some huge light-skinned cat asked.

  "Me," Sin said.

  "What's up, cousin? I got a gang of shit for you from your brother, Marco," he said and gave Sin four clear plastic bags. "If you need anything, fam let me know. My name is J.C.," the big dude said. He and Sin gave each other the ghetto hand shake and hug combo.

  Three hours later Sin was stripped, issued the orange reception center fit, finger printed, photographed and interviewed. Once they gave him the TB skin test, and he answered the medical personnel's' questions, he was issued his bedroll and taken to West Block.

  When he got to his cell, he looked through the bars and saw that his celly was this dude called Slo Moe. His real name was Maurice, and he was from 96th Ave and Birch Street.

  Once Sin had his bed made he looked in the bags that Marco had sent. There were a brand new pair of black and white Air Max, magazines, shower shoes, books, two bags of food, a bag of hygiene supplies, two cartons of Newports, and about twenty books of stamps. Sin put that stuff away and got up on the top bunk and thought about the tragic night that caused Marco to be sent to prison when they were only 15…

  August 1985

  Sin and Marco were at the Eastmont Mall buying the new Adidas tennis shoes when Sin's pager went off. He looked at the number and didn't recognize it. He walked out of FootLocker and went to the phone booth and called the number back.

  "Hello?" a female answered.

  "Who paged?" Sin asked.

  "Hold on," the girl said and passed the phone.

  "Sin, I'm at Rhonda's house, and them Funktown niggas outside posted. They don't know I'm here, but I gotta leave before her moms get home, and they right outside the building where I'm parked," Corey said.

  "Man, you trippin'! I told your ass to stop going to that bitch house. Have her meet you somewhere," Sin said.

  "Man, miss me with that! I know I fucked up! Just come get me!" Corey said.

  "We'll be there in a minute."

  Sin went back to FootLocker and paid for his and Malika's shoes, then he and Marco left. When they got to Marco's four door '74 Impala, they threw their bags in the trunk. Marco gave Sin an Uzi.

  When they pulled out the mall on 68th and Foothill, all eyes were on them. Marco's car was a rust color, peanut butter leather top and interior, and sat on Star Wire rims and Vogue tires. Marco threw Too Short's Blow job Betty in the deck and the four 12" E.V. woofers and Zap eq. had the car pounding as they rode. When they got to 98th and East 14th Marco pulled over.

  Sin called Corey back. "C.B., when you hear shots look outside. If ain't nobody out there go get in your car and cut," he said and got back in the car, and put his burners (gloves) on, and wiped the gun down.

  When Marco rode past 98th and Walnut, they saw about six dudes on the corner. Marco rode up a block and made a U-turn. Sin cocked the Uzi and rolled the window down.

  When they got close to the dudes, one of them recognized Marco's car. "Watch out!" he screamed. Sin started letting off shots. He didn't hit anybody, but he did notice the niggas in front of Rhonda's building come running towards the corner.

  Corey heard the shots and looked out the window and saw the dudes out there running towards the corner. He grabbed his gun, kissed Rhonda, and ran outside and got in his gray four door '79 Caprice. He busted a U-turn and went the other way. He went straight to Seminary where their spot was located. As he was pulling up, Marco and Sin were getting out of Marco's car.

  "C.B., man, you better quit going out like that. Have somebody bring that bitch over here," Marco said.

  Malika pulled up in the Maxima Sin had bought for her. He walked over to her car and pulled her five-month pregnant body out. "Where you been? I called you hella long ago," he said.

  "I took your little sister to Berkeley and dropped her off at her friend's house," she said.

  Sin led her across the street to his '69 convertible Cougar. They got in, and Sin opened the console and grabbed the paper bag of money and gave it to her. "Count that shit when you get home. I think its 10 gees. If not, it's over 10," he said. Malika pulled two ounces out of her bra and another two out of her panties and gave them to Sin. "Put that money in the Fila box in the closet. Don't mix it with that other money that's in the Nike boxes," he said.

  "What you want for dinner tonight?" she asked.

  "Stop at Lady Esther's and get me an oxtail dinner with greens and mac and cheese, and a banana pudding."

  "Okay. I love you."

  "I love you too."

  "I know you do," she said and leaned over and kissed him.

  "We gon' do some freaky shit tonight?" Sin asked.

  "Like what?" she asked.

  "Like… you know."

  "If you talking about me sucking your dick, I already do that every night. You gonna lick me?" Malika asked.

  "If that's what you want."

  As they got out of the car, a champagne pink four door '82 Caprice pulled up. Inside the car were LaShaye AKA Lay, Angelique, Marie, and Tyisha. Lay was Sin's best friend and part of the Mad Circle. Angelique was Hashi's girl. Tyisha messed with Tayshawn, and
Marie messed with Hasahn..

  Malika frowned when she saw Lay. She stayed accusing Sin of messing with her. "Your girlfriend's here," she said.

  "Man, don't start that shit. I'm not trying to hear it," he said.

  "You know where you sleeping tonight," she said as she got in the Maxima.

  "You keep talking that shit it'll be in the next girl's bed." Sin said. Malika started the Maxima and drove off.

  Sin walked over to Lay's car and leaned against it. Lay handed him a wad of cash. "That's the 2500 I owe you," she said.

  "I got two more for you."

  "Are they already cooked?" Lay asked as she stepped out the car.

  "I'm going to twist them now."

  The other girls got out of the car, and all except Lay, and Angelique stayed outside.

  Sin cooked all four ounces and Lay cut and weighed them into grams. Each gram would go for $100.00. After they bagged them he slid 56 of them to Lay.

  "3500 me, 2100 you," Sin said.

  "That's cool," she said. Lay stood and started walking away.

  "LaShaye, where you get that from?" Sin asked.

  "What?" she asked.

  "All that ass."

  Lay was 15, the same age as Sin. She was light-skinned, had light-brown eyes, long sandy brown hair, dimples, full lips, and a very pretty face. She had above average titties for a girl her age, wide hips, and a big butt.

  "From letting your little cousin, Shaqui hit it doggie style. You could have still been hitting it, but you let that bitch fuck your head up," she answered.

  "Whatever, blood. My head wasn't fucked up when I ate your pussy and had you crying," Sin said.

  "Lay, you ain't shit! You didn't even tell me that, and we suppose to be girls," Angelique said.

  "Angel, you need to stop that shit. Hash told me how you be getting when he licks on you, with your fat booty self," Sin said.

  "Yeah, but this is Hashi's fat booty!" she said and slapped her soft ass.

  The girls walked out and Sin grabbed the other 56 grams and went outside too. The rush was exactly what he needed, because he started thinking about Malika and wanted to get home. He sold out within an hour as did Lay and Marco.