"There she go right there," Reese pointed. "That must be the guy, Killa-D, she told me about. He fits the description," he added.
For about fifteen minutes they watched as Sandy performed a sensual lap dance for her satisfied customer. Reese had watched her give lap dances before, so it wasn't a big deal to him. Plus, Sandy was only doing what he had told her to do. And that was to manipulate Killa-D and make him believe things were going wrong in their relationship. So far, the plan was going smooth and Killa-D had no idea that he was a pawn in agame of revenge.
"So, the nigga don't be takin' care of home like he used to, huh?" Killa-D asked her.
"No, he's been slipping big time. Now he's always broke, and I founda few female names and numbers in his pants pockets. Soon it might be time for me to move on to someone who really appreciates me," Sandysaid.
"Well Sweetie, I gave you my card with all my contact numbers. When you ready to drop that lame and move up to a real nigga, just give me a call," he said with a grin.
"You know what, Killa-D, I might just do that," Sandy smiled. "Howabout one more lap dance? But, this one's on me."
"I'm all yours," Killa-D said, as he relaxed back in the chair with a big smile on his face.
While Sandy was giving him another pleasing lap dance, Killa-D's small white info card slipped out of her hand and fell to the
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floor. She was too busy performing and acting to pay any attention.
After the strip club had closed, Sandy walked out the side exit door, then walked over to Reese's Lexus and got inside. Face was sitting in theback.
"I got him, Baby, he's yours whenever you want him," she said confidently. "I had his card, but I must've dropped it while I was dancing for him. Don't worry, I'll get it from him again the next time he comes by the club," Sandy promised.
Reese started up his car and pulled off down the dark empty street. "Where to, Face?" he asked, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other around Sandy's shoulders.
"Drop me off at Mom's crib, I'm staying over there tonight," Faceanswered.
After Reese had dropped Face off at his mother's house, he and Sandy said their goodbyes before pulling off and driving home.
Inside his bedroom, Face and Pamela sat on the bed talking. He liked to keep her updated on all that was going on in his life. Gloria, his next door neighbor who he had been having sex with; ARock, the snitch that had set Truck up; and the disturbing news about Tasha being raped. The only thing he didn't mention to Pamela was the sex he and Veronica had a few days earlier. He figured that was a secret no one needed to know butthem.
Before Pamela left his bedroom to go back to bed, she said, "Face, do what 'chu have to do. Always follow your instincts and just remember, no matter what, I always got your back."
After Pamela left, Face laid across the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His young mind was racing with a million thoughts: Gloria, Tasha, Killa-D, A-Rock, Truck, Hood, his mother, and so much more. After an hour of laying back thinking, he reached into his pocket and took out the small brown pill container. Then he got up and went into the bathroomfor some water. After swallowing two of the sleeping pills, followed by some cold water, he went back to his room and closed the door.
Less than ten minutes later, he was sleeping like a baby.
Chapter Sixty-Two
One week later...
Inside Hood's elegant Ardmore home, he, Detective Ron Perry, and Killa-D sat around the living room talking business. Britney had just left the house to go food shopping. She took Arianna and Robbie with her so Hood could have some privacy.
Hood sat back with a concerned look on his face. Ron had just told him some disturbing news. "So, you're really not sure?" Hood asked.
"Not a hundred percent. But my friend who works for the FBI office told me they're really considering starting up a new investigation on you, Hood. And that's not good at all! For none of us!" Ron said, in a concerned tone. "They been after us since we killed those two FBI agents. It's personal. And they won't rest until you're dead or behind bars, and your entire organization is destroyed forever," he added.
Hood nodded his head in agreement. He knew it was only a matter oftime before the Feds were back at him. For years he had managed to stayseveral steps ahead of them and those few steps had been the key for survival in this game.
"So, do you think the Feds can build up a solid case against me thistime?" he asked.
"Who knows? One thing for sure is they need somebody credible to testify against you at trial. Right now, our circle is tight; even tighter than it was a few years ago," Ron said confidently.
"I wouldn't sweat it, man. You ain't never been seen selling drugs tonobody, or having conversations on the phone about any drugs. Me and Ron are the only people that are allowed around you, with the exception ofyour private body guards. Fuck the Feds. They just mad cause we knocked off them two agents," Killa-D vented. "You're a legitimate business man, Hood. All of your money is accountable, so fuck 'em! And if they try to set us up with undercover agents again, they gonna get the same treatment they friends got," he added, with a grin.
Hood looked at both men and said, "I still think it's best to be extra cautious. The Feds don't fight fair. Look what they did to Truck and men like John Gotti and Freeway Ricky Ross. When they want you, they'll go the extra two miles to get you. That's why we're gonna slow things down a bit. Ron, I want you to keep your ears open and eyes focused. Killa-D, I want you to get with all our top street soldiers and let them know what'sgoing on. Tell 'em to be on the lookout for anything suspicious. And Killa-D?"
"Yeah, Boss? What is it?" Killa-D asked.
"I want you to take a little break from the strip clubs. The less
you're seen in public, the better my friend. I don't need you to get
caught up in some bullshit that could hurt all of us in the end. So
just take a break for at least six months or so, while we figure this
shit out."
"Alright, Boss, that's fine with me," Killa-D said in a
disappointed tone. He lived for the strip clubs, and giving them up
for a while was going to be a lot easier said, than done.
"I'll call the Gomez brothers later tonight and let them know
that I'll be slowing things down for a little while," Hood said.
"They'll be pissed," Ron Perry replied.
"So what? They ain't got the Feds on their ass. I do!" Hood
exclaimed.
With part of the money, Tasha found a small office building to house and operate hernew real estate business. The two-story brick building was located in the clean and peaceful City Line area. She had also used some of the money to purchase all of the necessary equipment she needed to run and operate the company. Also she hired a secretary to take calls and help with the paperwork.
Pamela was also helping out as much as she could. She was turning out to be very supportive, and Tasha was glad she was there.
Every chance she got, she would sit down with Pamela and teach herwhat she knew about real estate. And to her surprise, Pamela was a dedicated student who was willing and eager to learn.
For most of her young life, Pamela had been running the cruel streets, chasing after false illusions. But now that she had an opportunity to do something good with her life, Pamela refused to let it slip through her hands this time.
Tasha named the company T&F Realtors, is was to be a real estate firm that bought and sold residential and commercial property; but Tasha had much bigger dreams for this company. Right now, it was only in its beginning stage, but the future was where Tasha set her goals and dreams.
Face and Reese found out that the tenants who lived inside the apartment building could enter through a door in the back. They went a whole weekwithout seeing a glimpse of A-Rock; then a few times they had missed him by a couple of minutes. They found out A-Rock had been staying in an apartment on the third floor, and that he wasliving there
with an unknown female.
Face found this out one day by lying to one of the older tenants that lived in the building. "Excuse me, Ma'am," he had said, "I'm looking for my college friend, Aaron. He's about five feet, nine inches tall, brown-skinned, and he just moved into this building about a week ago. Do you know who I'm talking about?"
"Oh, you're talking about that young man that just moved across thehall from me. He's staying with that pretty girl I've seen a few times. Neither one of them be home a lot. And when they do, it's usually in themorning times," the old lady smiled.
"Can you do me a big favor and don't mention this conversation to my friend. I want it to be a surprise when he sees me," Face smiled.
"No problem at all. He never talks to me anyway. And the girl has only spoken to me a couple of times," the old lady grumbled. "Do you know the girl's name?"
"No, but you know how these young folks is, they too busy to slow down for they self," she laughed. "All I know is your friend is new around here, and she must have gotten rid of the guy she had before him," sheadded.
Reese looked over at Face and said, "You ready to roll? We been outhere for almost an hour."
"First, drive around the back and let's see if A-Rock shows up that way. Sooner or later, we gotta see him or the girl the old lady told me about," Face said, as he lifted up his t-shirt and pulled out his .9mm with the attached silencer screwed on the front.
When Reese drove his Lexus around the back of the building he found an empty parking spot, so they sat back and waited.
After twenty minutes of waiting and watching people enter and exit the back door, Reese and Face finally left. As soon as they had driven off, a tinted blue Ford Taurus pulled up and doubleparked. Moments later, A-Rock got out of the car and looked around nervously, cautiously, before finally walking into the building. He had just set up another drug dealer for the Feds; his third in less than a week.
"Are you serious, Hood?" Rico asked in an upset voice.
"Damn right, I'm serious! My sources told me the Feds are really
considering opening another investigation on me. So right now, I
need totake things a little slow," Hood answered.
"And what's taking things a little slow?" Rico asked.
"I want to cut the shipments in half. At least for a few
months, or until I find out what the Feds are gonna do," Hood
replied.
"In half? They're already smaller than they were a year ago.
How much smaller do you want it to be?" Rico said upsettingly. "Look Rico, this is my ass we're talking about here. I have
to be here. You and your brother don't! While I'm trying my best
to avoid a federal indictment, ya'll two is cruising around the world
on private jets eating caviar and fucking beautiful models. Now, I
just said that this will only be for a few months or so; at least until I
can find out exactly what the Feds is gonna do. Right now, my
people are aware of what's going on. When I find out more, I'll let
you and your brother know. Until then Rico, I'll only take half of
what I've been getting from ya'll...nothing less and nothing more!"
Hood said.
"Okay, my friend. It's your call. You'll have that in a few days,"
Ricosaid, and his private line went dead.
Hood hung-up his cell phone and walked over to the large
living room window. He stood there and stared outside at the
beautiful full moonthat hung above his house. In the tranquility of
his home, his confused mind was racing with thoughts.
Inside San Quentin State Prison...
Quincy was standing guard outside of a small utility closet on the second tier. The officer's station was located at the end of the hall, but none of them were currently around and most of the inmates were outside in the rec-yard, enjoying another hot California day.
Quincy stood on the side of the wall with his large arms folded across his massive chest. It was his job to make sure no one entered the closet. And if he saw any staff member coming, he had to kick the wall to alert the two men inside.
Quincy hated what he was doing, but a deal was a deal and C.O.
Lewis had to be compensated for what he had done for them.
Every time an inmate walked toward the closet, Quincy told them to keep moving. No one wanted any problems with Quincy, so they did whatthey were told and kept moving. Regardless, most of the inmates on the block already knew what was going on in the closet; rumors spread like wildfire inside the prison and only a few secrets remained safe.
Inside the small dimly lit utility closet, C.O. Lewis was bent over in the ‘doggy-style' position. His pants were down around his ankles and Sniper was right behind him, holding onto his hips and fucking him in the ass.
As Sniper continued to thrust deeply inside of him, C.O. Lewis did his best to control his pleasing moans. Still the muffled sounds escaped into the air every time Sniper stroked his dick inside of C.O. Lewis.
The meanest, most hated C.O. at the San Quentin prison was an undercover homosexual. And for his role in the murders of TyBud and Wizard, C.O. Lewis was receiving the reward he had been desperatelywaiting for; his black inmate lover, Sniper.
Chapter Sixty-Three
Two days later...
Face and Reese walked out of Doc's house and got back into the Lexus. They came by the house just to speak to him and see how he was doing. Even though Doc was a strange man, he was still their friend; and they never abandoned friends. There was nothing they would not do for him.
Doc felt the same way about them. He had known them both since they were two bad little boys running around the neighborhood. And as they had gotten older, there were a few things that Doc had done for Face and Reese which would never reveal.
Twenty minutes later, the Lexus pulled up behind ARock's apartment building. Reese made sure he parked his car behind a few others, that way they wouldn't look suspicious. As they sat watching people enter and exit through the back door, Face noticed the black-painted steel stairs on the side of the building, that was used as a fire escape. He looked up at the third floor and noticed all the windows wereopen.
After figuring out which apartment was A-Rock’s and his new girlfriend, Face looked at Reese and said, "Let' s go. I just found a way to get to A-Rock."
"How?" Reese asked, bewildered.
Face pointed over to the fire escape stairway. Reese just smiled. After all the days they had been there, it was the first time they noticed theconnecting stairway on the side of the building.
After checking their loaded .9mms, they both got out of the car andtogether they calmly walked over to the staircase.
"You ready?" Face asked.
"Been ready. Let's go kill this snitch," Reese said coldly.
They carefully ascended the stairs and when they reached the third floor, they walked over to the half-opened window and shielding each other from the street. They screwed the silencers onto the barrel of theirpistols.
Face looked inside the house. He realized the room he was looking into was the living room, and that it was neatly decorated, clean and in order. Well, at least he's going to die with a clean house, Face thought. He pushed the window all the way open and climbed inside. Reese was right behind him.
Once they were inside they tiptoed through the living room, pistols up and ready. They made their way to a short hallway and heard faint moans of ecstasy coming from the back bedroom. As they neared the opened door, the moans grew louder and more desperate.
When they walked past a wall shelf full of pictures, they both stopped dead in their tracks and stared at the photographs. Their eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Face looked over at Reese and shook his head, "Do you believe thisshit?" he whispered.
"Niggaz ain't shit!" he replied with a smirk on his face. "Bitches neither!"
They contin
ued down the hallway toward the bedroom being as silent as possible. Any sound they happened to make was covered by the loud moans and ravings of the woman inside the bedroom. They stoppedoutside the mostly closed door, and looked at each other; both looked ready for action.
"On three," Face said.
"Oh, yes! Fuck me Daddy! Fuck me hard!" a female voice
cried rapturously from behind the door.
"One," Face said.
"Yes! Oh god-yes!" the woman screamed.
"Two," Face said.
"I'm about to come again!" she yelled loudly.
"Three," Face said. They both kicked in the door with their
pistols up, aimed and ready.
A-Rock and Foxy both quickly jumped up from the bed, their
naked bodies covered with running sweat.
"Ya'll two mothafuckers ain't shit!" Face said before squeezing
the trigger and shooting A-Rock five times in the head and chest.
His dead corpse slumped to the bed.
Foxy screamed, but Reese shot her twice in the face; her
screams were silenced instantly. Her naked body slumped down
beside A-Rock. Then Reese walked over to the bed and fired the rest
of the bullets in his pistol into the back of their heads.
There was nothing he hated more than police informants
and unloyal women.
"This was Truck's apartment that we didn't know anything
about; and those two snakes were living here." Face said, as they
both climbed back through the window, their pistols hidden under
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After they walked back down the staircase, they calmly crossed thestreet and got back inside Reese's car.
"A-Rock was fucking Foxy! Truck's girl”! Face said. He still couldn't believe it.
"Fuck both of them!" Reese said, starting his car and pulling off down the street, slowly and calmly.
As Reese drove listening to Biggie Smalls’ Life After Death CD, Face sat back in deep thought. He still couldn't believe what he had witnessed and brought to an end. Deep down inside, it bothered Face deeply; because how is it the people we trust and love are usually the cause of our deepest heartache and downfall.
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