"Hurry! Hurry!" Roberto said, looking at his gold Rolex timepiece. He had to be back in Miami by nightfall, where another major shipment would be coming through. But as he stood there yelling at his workers to speed up the pace, the entire property was quickly surrounded by U.S. Government agents and local law enforcement officers. Roberto had no idea that his four armed bodyguards outside had already been apprehended. The takedown had been so quiet and swift that they didn't know what had hit them.
For two weeks the Feds had the entire property under surveillance. They knew times, dates and places of every new drug shipment, Roberto Chevez was smuggling and planning to smuggle into America. Unbeknownst to Roberto Chevez, he was one of the top domestic and international drug dealers on C.W. Watson's list of major drug suspects. While Roberto continued to yell at his workers armed Federal Agents and members of the local police department approached and blocked all exits and entrances to the large barn.
Suddenly, all the doors of the barn were crashed in and armed FBI, DEA, ATF and members of the local Sheriff's department came pouring in and brandishing their loaded weapons.
"FBI! FBI! Get on the ground, now!" an approaching agent shouted. His short assault weapon was leveled at Roberto's chest and that of his workers. Roberto and all of his workers quickly threw up their hands, each one of them had an expression of total disbelief.
"Get on the ground, NOW!" the agent shouted again, raising the barrel to point at Roberto's head. Roberto quickly did as he was told. His workers not understanding English, followed his lead and placed their hands on the back of their heads interlacing their fingers.
A feeling of absolute fear and helplessness swept through Roberto's body. He could not believe that he had been busted. After all the years he had been working for the Gomez brothers
it was the first time he had ever been caught. The worst part of it all was the shipment that had just come through, was the largest shipment ever!
Roberto lay on the ground shaking his head and mumbling words under his breath. He looked around watching as agents seized all of the drugs and sealed off the area with yellow
crime scene tape. Then, he watched as one by one, his seven scared workers were handcuffed, lifted from the ground and escorted outside. Roberto was the last man left. He lay there
wondering what was going on, when a tall, white FBI agent approached and said, "Okay, Mr. Chevez, you can get up now."
Roberto slowly stood up and looked around confused, then he looked into the agent's stern eyes. Another agent pulled Roberto's hands behind his back and handcuffed his wrists.
"My name is Special Agent Eric Grey. You'll be going with me." he said, taking Robert's arm and gently and leading him out of the barn. Outside a black FBI helicopter was waiting, it's rotor spun quickly, but gently, as the engine idled patiently. As they boarded, the rotor began to speed up and as they buckled into their seats, the chopper lifted from the ground, nose down, then spun around and roared into the distant sky.
“Roberto’s mind was spinning and he was confused with the suddenness of his arrest. “What…what…what’s going on?” He finally said, absolutely terrified.
Agent Grey looked over at Roberto and smiled evilly, “You’re in a lot of trouble, Mr. Chevez,” he said then he looked back out his window and ignored Roberto. He knew it was better to allow the prisoner to stew in his own imagination and fear rather than to try an intimidate him into talking. He had all the time in the world.
Later that evening, Chestnut Hill, , Philadelphia…
The older white man sat on the edge of Veronica’s bed watching as she slowly stripped off all of her clothing. When she was completely naked, he stared in lustful awe as she performed an intoxicating and seductive dance that was meant to drive him to the edge. He was hard and excited with anticipation and could hardly wait to be deep inside of her warm, wet pussy.
Veronica grooved her way over to him and got down on her knees in front of him, then reached out and grabbed his throbbing dick with one hand. She looked down at it, then her big, lust filled eyes, slowly looked up at him. “Are you ready, Anthony?” she teased.
He nodded his head and whispered, “Yes”.
"What time do you have to be back home to your wife?" she asked while she slowly and softly kissed around the head of his dick.
"She's out of town and since I don't have any cases today, I'm all yours," he said with a lustful, excited grin.
"Good," Veronica whispered softly. Then in one smooth motion, she slid Anthony's dick into her mouth and watched as his eyes found a wonderful place in the back of his head. She
smiled because her seductive acting ability was once again being caught on digital tape, so she gave Judge Anthony T. Marino the best blowjob of his life.
Northeast Philadelphia...
Inside his bedroom, Lil' Robbie sat on the edge of his bed. He reached under his pillow and took out a few small photographs. They were photos of his deceased parents. Not a day had gone by that Robbie didn't think about them, and the person that was responsible for their deaths; his older brother, Face.
In the quietness of his bedroom Robbie stared down into the photos. Streams of tears fell from his brown eyes and rolled down his cheeks. The gentle knock on his door startled him and snapped him out of his momentary daze.
"Come in," he said, already knowing who it was.
The door slowly opened and his fifteen year old sister Arianna walked inside. Arianna was growing up to be a tall and beautiful young woman. She had long curly black hair, a light
caramel complexion and piercing green eyes, just like her mother. The boys at her high school constantly vied for her attention and Robbie constantly threatened and chased them away.
Arianna sat on the edge of the bed beside her brother and looked into his watery eyes. She loved her brother more than anything else in life and she knew Robbie felt the same
way about her. They were as close as siblings could be.
"You all right?" she asked in a caring voice.
"Yeah, just sitting here thinking about Mom and Dad," Robbie replied, wiping his tears away with his hand. He looked deep into Arianna's eyes and said, "One day I'ma get all
the people who was responsible for killing our parents."
"Just remember what daddy used to always tell us; that the more education we get, the more power we'll have." she replied.
"I just want them dead!" Robbie vented. "And I don't care how long it takes! I'ma get them all!"
Arianna grabbed both of Robbie's hands and said, "We're gonna get them all! But, we have to be smart about it, Robbie!"
Arianna gave Robbie a soft kiss on the cheek, then stood up from the bed and walked over to the door. Before she left out the room she paused and turned around. "Don't worry, big
brother, one day we're gonna make Mommy and Daddy proud." She said, then left the room.
CHAPTER 85
Inside their condominium...
Tasha and Pamela sat on the sofa watching as Face and Norman III playfully wrestled on the soft carpet. Ms. Elly was sitting on another chair braiding Isuri's hair.
"Get him, Daddy!" Isuri shouted out.
Norman III had his father lying on his a back and pinned on the floor.
"You win! You win!" Face said.
Norman III got off his father and raised his arms into the air. "I'm the champion!" he said excitedly. Then he ran over to Pamela and gave her a big hug. "Grandma, I won!" he said.
"Yes, you did, Baby," Pamela agreed with a big smile.
"Daddy let you win," Isuri said. "Didn't you, Daddy?"
"No, he beat me fair and square," Face said, as he smiled and winked an eye at her.
When Face heard his cell phone ring he stood up from the floor and walked over to the table. He knew that it could only be one of three people; Roberto, Rico or Jose Gomez. No one else had his private number.
When Face approached the table he picked up the cell phone and looked at the caller ID. When he saw wh
o it was he quickly answered.
"What's up? I wasn't expecting to hear from you for a few more days," Face said.
"Well a few things came up, so I decided to call you, now," Roberto said.
"Is everything alright? You don't sound like your regular self," Face said, as he sat down in one of the chairs.
"Yeah, everything is fine," Roberto replied.
"Okay then, what's up? Talk to me," Face replied.
"Tomorrow morning your next shipment will be ready. All 2500 will be waiting for you at the house. Plus, another 250 pounds of brown sugar," Roberto said, using the code name they
used for heroin.
"Alright. What time do you want me to swing by and pick up my groceries?" Face asked.
"Around eight-thirty. I'll meet you at the house."
"Are you okay" Face asked once again.
"I'm fine. I'll see you in the morning. Just be there on time," Roberto said, before he hung up the phone.
When the line went dead, Face closed his cell phone and sat back bemused. His intuition was telling him something was wrong.
Washington, D.C...
Special Agent Eric Gray reached over and turned off the phone recorder. It was the third and final recorded phone conversation that Roberto had made for him.
"You did good, Roberto. And like I promised, you'll be placed inside the Witness Protection Program and safe from all harm. Once we get everyone, we won't need you again until the trial," he said.
Roberto sat across from Agent Gray nodding his head. He felt bad about what he had just done; setting up another close friend for the federal government. Roberto had flipped sides
and was now working with the Feds and became their number one witness against Face and the Gomez brothers. For Roberto it was the only chance he had to escape a life sentence inside
a federal prison.
Agent Gray stood from his chair and said, "I have to notify our agents in Philly and tell them to be ready for tomorrow morning."
Roberto watched as he took out the small cassette tape and put it in his shirt pocket. "We now have Norman 'Face' Smith, Jr., one of the biggest drug dealers in the country on tape conspiring to purchase twenty five hundred kilos of cocaine and two hundred and fifty kilos of heroin. After he's busted tomorrow morning, his life sentence will be inevitable!" Agent Gray said with excitement.
Roberto put his head down in total disgust. For over five hours he told the Feds everything they had wanted to know about Face and the Gomez brothers. The only thing he didn't tell them about was all the murders they had committed through the years and, some of which he had been personally involved in.
After two agents escorted Roberto out of the room, Agent Gary had some very important phone calls to make.
Manhattan, New York...
Inside their luxurious condominium at the Chelsa House complex, Rico and Jose had just learned some disturbing news from one of their top men in Miami. They had just found out that Roberto had been busted down in Texas. And he never showed up in Miami. What was more disturbing was the fact that Roberto had called them an hour earlier as if everything was all right, and he didn’t mention anything about being arrested.
Jose watched as Rico paced the living room floor. "He set us up! Roberto is now working for the Feds. And now he has our conversation on tape!" Rico fumed. "We have
to get out of the country. The Feds will be coming for us real soon," he added.
Jose took out his cell phone and quickly dialed a number.
"Who're you calling?" Rico asked.
"Face, I gotta let him know what's going on," Jose replied.
After the third ring Face answered his phone, "Yo, what's up?" he said.
"Face, Roberto was busted by the Feds this morning in Texas. If he calls you, don't answer your phone. We believe he's working with the Feds, trying to set us all up!" Jose said
in a somber tone.
"What? I just got off the phone with Roberto. He called me and told me about the new shipment that's coming through tomorrow," Face said.
"Don't go! It's a set-up! And another thing, do yourself a big favor and get out of town as soon as possible. I'll call you back in a few days," Jose said, before ending the call and
dialing another number.
After Jose made the phone call he looked at Rico and said, "Our limo is waiting out front. We need to get to our plane as soon as possible. The safest place for us is any where far away from American soil."
With worried expressions, Rico and Jose both rushed out the front door. They got into an awaiting elevator and Rico pressed the 'Lobby' button, then stood back as the doors closed and the elevator began to slowly descend.
Outside their building, at the corner of 130 West and 19th Street, two tinted, all black Ford Explorers were parked and armed with Federal Agents waiting inside both trucks. One agent in the truck, read over their arrest warrants. They knew the Gomez brothers would try to leave the country and they weren't going to allow that to happen.
They watched as the Gomez brothers exited the building and quickly climbed inside their waiting limousine.
"Let's take them down!" one of the agents said.
The two Ford Explorers sped off down the street and stopped in front of the limousine.
Rico and Jose sat on the back seat watching as armed FBI agents rushed out of the trucks and surrounded the limousine.
"Fuck!" Rico yelled angrily.
"Get out of the car, now! an agent shouted. His loaded .9mm pistol was pointed at the back window.
The back door opened and the two brothers slowly stepped outside.
"Yes, how can we help you?" Jose calmly said.
"You are both being placed under arrest for committing and conspiring to commit crimes against the United States Government. That's all I can tell you right now. You have the right to
remain silent." the agent continued to read them their Miranda Rights as another two agents handcuffed them and their driver. They were then escorted to the Explorers, Rico to one
and Jose to the other. Several other agents began going through the inside of the limo, looking for evidence to use against them.
When they were settled inside, the Explorers sped off and drove down the dark street.
The Agent then took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" a male voice answered.
"Agent Gray, this is agent Peterson. The two suspects have been apprehended. They are on their way to D.C. now," he said into the phone.
"Good job," Agent Gray said happily, then hung up the phone.
Philadelphia, Pa...
Face walked into the living room and said, "Miss. Elly, can you get the kids ready for bed. I need to talk with my wife and mother."
"Okay kids, y’all heard your father. Let's go get ready for bed," she told them.
Norman III and Isuri both walked over and gave their father a kiss and a hug. After they did the same to their mother and grandmother, Ms Elly escorted them towards the back bedroom.
"What's wrong Face?" Pamela asked, seeing his worried expression.
Tasha noticed it also, and said, "Face is everything all right?"
Face stared at both of the women and said, "I think I'm in a lot of trouble! One of my friends got busted this morning and I think he's now working with the Feds to try and set me
up."
"What!?" Tasha exclaimed in surprise.
"I have to hurry up and get out of town. The Feds will be here looking for me," Face replied.
"Where will you go?" Pamela asked, as tears started to well up in her eyes.
"I'm going to the house in New York. No one knows about that house. Not even the Feds. I need some time to focus and to get my thoughts in order.”
Tasha walked over and gave Face a long, loving, hug. "Baby, just tell me what you need for me to do for you and I'll get it done," she cried.
Pamela slowly stood up from the sofa and walked over to Face and Tasha. "Face, don't worry. Me
and Tasha will both be here for you. If you need us for anything, just call us
on the phone at the main office. But, right now, you need to get out of this house as soon as possible," she said.
"She's right, Baby. They're probably searching for you right now, so they can keep a close eye on you."
Face walked over and sat down on the sofa. Pamela and Tasha stood there watching as he sat back in deep thought. Suddenly, he snapped out of his concentrated state and said, "I have a feeling that they're out there watching me right now. And I have a plan to find out."
Face reached for the telephone and quickly dialed a number. A man's voice answered and Face sat back and explained what he wanted him to do. After he hung up the phone, he looked up at both women and said, "Go grab y’all's purses and keys. We're all going to the movies!"
"The movies?" Tasha questioned.
"Yeah, the movies. I'll explain everything to y’all in the car. Now, let's hurry," he said, standing up from the sofa.
Fifteen minutes later Face, Tasha and Pamela all left the condominium and walked into the dark, windless night.
After they all got into Tasha's brand new champagne colored S-600 Mercedes Benz, Tasha slowly pulled off and headed towards Delaware Avenue’s movie complex, and just as Face had suspected, the Feds were watching.
Tasha calmly drove, as a tinted, dark colored Ford Taurus closely trailed her car. Every turn she made, it did the same. As Tasha continued to drive, Face was on one of his cell phone talking to one of his top men, "Shut down everything, immediately! The milk is spoiled!"
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