by Jacob Spears
“This is a collect call from Ham, from the Martin County Jail.”
“What the fuck Ham locked up for?” Smooth said while pressing zero before the automated voice directed him to do so.
“This call may be recorded and monitored. Thank you for using GTL.”
“What’s good, Ham?”
“Man, they got me, bro,” Ham told him.
“I see that, nigga. Where’s Banga at? Please don’t tell me he’s in there with you,” Smooth exclaimed.
“Nah, he’s waiting on you.”
“Shit, we supposed to be at Rimes’s, bro. I can’t come through the hood.”
“Meka?” Ham asked.
“You already know,” Smooth said.
“Man, I been calling Banga, but he not picking up. What’s up? You talk with him?” Smooth asked.
“Yeah, his phone’s been acting crazy. He said he’ll pull up in the next hour, bro. Same spot, right?”
“Yeah, Rimes,” Smooth replied.
“Bro, I got a high-ass bond.”
“How much?” Smooth asked.
“$1 million.”
“Damn, Ham. What’s up?”
“A gun and two onions,” Ham replied. “I need you, bro. Banga’s coming through halfway.”
“I got you, bro. Just let me get back in my city. Say no more!” Smooth replied.
“You have sixty seconds left,” the automated voice announced.
“Alright, bro. Bet that up. I really appreciate you,” Ham said.
“No sweat.”
“Thank you for using GTL,” the automated voice said before the call disconnected.
22
“Hello?” Guru answered his phone after seeing that it was Landi calling from work.
“Baby, get out of the trap now! They’re about to raid! Please, they’re suiting up now!” Landi screamed into the phone.
“What?” Guru asked.
“Baby, they’re ’bout to fucking sweep. Get out of the trap!” she warned again.
“Okay,” Guru said as he hung up the phone.
“Shut the trap down, Sue! Shut it down! They’re raiding!” Guru screamed to Sue Rabbit, who began moving fast and stashing drugs in a duffel bag.
“Call everyone!” Sue Rabbit said to Guru.
Landi had put Guru up on beat weeks ago, and it was now going down. Guru called Mall first.
“Hello.”
“Man, they raiding, bro.”
Boom! Boom!
“Get down on the ground now. Get the fuck down!”
Guru could hear the raid live taking down Mall and Money.
“DEA, down on the ground!”
“Shit! They getting Mall and them now.”
“Let’s go,” Sue Rabbit said as he made a dash out the door with Guru.
They both got into their own cars and got away from the trap house and drove to their low-key spot that no one knew about, not even Smooth. Like preparing for a hurricane, they had been ready for the raid to occur any day now. Sue Rabbit called Smooth’s phone again. This time he got him to answer. He’d been calling him all day, trying to see if he was alright.
“Hello,” Smooth answered.
“Man, please tell me you low-key!” Sue Rabbit said.
“What’s up, bro?”
“Man, they hitting like a blazing fire!”
“Who?” Smooth asked.
“DEA, bro!”
“Please don’t tell me that, bro!” Smooth answered.
“Man, it’s true!”
“Shit! Shut down!” Smooth said as he hung up the phone pissed as hell.
* * *
Big Mitch was in the living room watching ESPN when the front door came down.
“DEA! Get the fuck down on the ground!”
The DEA swarmed inside, swaying their guns left to right and dropping everyone in the trap house.
“Big Mitch, who’s your boss, huh?” Agent Jones asked.
“Hoe, this big dick in my pants is the boss. What? You want to suck it, bitch!” he said to her.
On Big Mitch’s block, Agent Jones and the DEA had arrested 50 men with warrants.
* * *
“DEA! Down on the ground!” the officers screamed as they ran into Juan’s brothel, laying down the entire place.
Agent Jones was furious after kicking down Juan’s door and finding the place empty. She became even more furious when she took down Mario Lopez’s door and found it empty as well. She couldn’t believe how her raid was failing by just two men. She had swept all their blocks and arrested 97 Mexicans with warrants. The brothel had brought her count to 150.
I can’t believe I missed these motherfuckers. How Lord? How? Agent Jones thought.
She had one more raid to do, and she would be interrogating all night. After seeing the brothel secured, Agent Jones and six of her men left to go pick up their last suspect.
* * *
Tracy was in her bedroom crying her eyes out because she was hurt by China, when she heard the knocks on the door. She didn’t want to deal with anyone and had been ignoring China’s call.
“Who the hell is it?” she said to herself.
She wanted to ignore the person, but they were knocking like a mad man.
She got out of bed and walked to the door. When she looked through the peephole, the person on the other side was blocking her sight with their finger.
There’s only one person who would do that, Tracy thought as she opened the door.
“What, China?”
Tracy stopped short when she saw that the visitor was not China. The look on her face revealed trouble. It was too late for her to turn back and run like she wanted to, so she played it calm.
“Juan, why didn’t you call me before you stopped?”
Before Tracy could get out her next word, Juan grabbed her around her throat and throttled her into unconsciousness. When she hit the floor, he stepped over her body and closed the front door. He then grabbed her by her hair and dragged her to the bedroom.
* * *
Stone was sitting in his living room watching the Jamaican soccer team take on America, when his front door came down.
“What the fuck!”
“DEA! Get down on the ground now!” Agent Jones shouted as she came in with her gun aimed at Stone.
Damn, mon! Stone thought as he got down on the ground with his hands on his head.
“Mr. Stone Bolt, you’re under arrest. I swear, you better start thinking about talking and telling us where your boss is, b or you’ll be sleeping in a federal bed for a lifetime,” Jones threatened as she cuffed him and brought him to his feet.
Stone said nothing. He knew the procedure. If she was fishing, then they had nothing on him. Stone just looked at Agent Jones and smiled at her with an evil smirk on his face.
“We’ll see how funny shit is when we send you away for life, fucker!” Agent Jones said as she escorted Stone to the back of her unmarked car.
All of Stone’s workers had been arrested, and seven of his trap houses had been raided. Stone couldn’t believe what was going on. But he wasn’t the least surprised. He just prayed for a way out.
23
Smooth arrived in Martin and pulled up to the Rimes food market, parked, and then waited for Banga to show his face. China again was trying to get in contact with him, but he remained adamant and sent her to voicemail.
“Baby, I’ma go use the restroom. Do you want anything out of the store?” Amanda asked.
“Yeah, bring me some Doritos and a Coke.”
“Okay, baby,” she said as she stepped out of his Range Rover in a lustrous skin-tight minidress. Her big ass had everyone turning their heads.
Smooth heard his phone alert him of an incoming text. When he looked, he saw that it was from China. He opened the text and read the message: “You can ignore me all you want. Shit, you have a right to. I’m sorry, and I want my man back. I love you, and I’m worried about you. Please pick up the phone!”
Smooth smiled wh
en he finished reading the text.
“I knew you’d get your mind right sooner or later,” Smooth said as he raised his head up to look for Amanda. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed when he saw the parking lot swarming with Martin County DEA agents.
When Smooth tried to start the engine, his driver-side window was smashed. A muscular DEA agent pulled him from his SUV and slammed him to the pavement, knocking all the wind out of him.
“Down, fucker! Get down! Stop resisting!” the agent shrilled as they were on Smooth’s back.
“Wrong county, homeboy!” Sergeant Running Man said as his agents brought Smooth to his feet and rushed him to an unmarked Yukon.
Smooth never saw Ham—whose job it was to point out Smooth to the agents—in the other unmarked car.
“Good job, Hamilton,” Running Man said to Ham as they pulled away from the scene.
* * *
When Amanda saw the raid and that Smooth had been taken down, she walked out of the store and walked in the opposite direction.
“I can’t believe this!” Amanda cried as she got far away from the scene.
She walked to McDonald’s and called for a taxi to take her to Palm Beach, where she would catch another taxi to Miami. Amanda was hurt and felt empty without Smooth.
How did they know he was coming? Somebody set my baby up, Amanda thought as her taxi pulled up to her.
“Are you waiting for a taxi, ma’am?”
Amanda dried her eyes, and then walked toward the taxi and hopped into the backseat.
“Palm Beach, Florida, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the driver acknowledged.
* * *
For hours, Juan had been fucking Tracy in her asshole with no mercy. She was tied at her wrists, and her feet were bent over the bed.
“So you don’t want to give the stankin’ bitch up, huh?”
“Juan, please!” Tracy cried out as he continued to penetrate her asshole while holding on to her wrists.
“Juan! Okay, I will tell you!” Tracy cried out, yielding to Juan’s sexual punishment.
Juan pulled out and wiped off his cock covered with blood and shit, with a wash rag.
“Why, Juan?” Tracy asked trembling. “I have been good to you. I told you that I would find out where Smooth stays. All I needed was time, Juan!” she cried.
“Bonita, time is running out. My father is dead, and you’re fucking the enemy’s bitch! I need your bitch!” Juan said, panting breathlessly while pulling off his belt.
“Where is she, bonita?”
‘‘I don’t know. We’re . . . !”
Whack!
“Aww, Juan, please!” Tracy screamed out when Juan whipped her ass with a belt.
“Where is she, bonita?”
Whack!
“Please. No! No!”
“You lie to me, bonita!” Juan shouted.
Click! Click!
Juan froze when he heard the distinctive sound of a gun being cocked near his ear and pressed to the back of his head.
“Drop the belt wetback,” China ordered, “and put your hands in the air.”
Tracy was glad to hear China’s voice. She knew that Juan would have killed her when he was done with her. Juan did what China commanded and put his hands up.
“So, you want my man so bad, huh? Well, you’ve found him, esé. Because we’re one item, bitch!”
Bam!
China whacked Juan in the back of his head, causing him to fall unconscious onto the bed next to Tracy, who was still tied and bent over the bed.
“And bitch, you betraying-ass hoe! You were playing up under me to get my man killed!”
“Baby, I’m sorry. He made me. I swear,” Tracy cried.
“Yeah, I know. But he ain’t make you hate him. I thought you were beautiful, but you ain’t nothing but a cold bitch!” China said as she aimed at Tracy’s head. “All for what? Bitch!”
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
China pulled the trigger, hitting Juan in his face and chest when he tried to charge her. He was dead when the first shot pierced through his eye. Tracy began crying when she saw Juan’s body sprawled out on the bed, staining her sheets with blood and brain matter that flew onto her face.
“I heard everything, bitch,” China said. “It’s fucked up how you played me just to try and kill my nigga.”
“I love you, China,” Tracy cried.
“No, you didn’t, bitch! If you loved me, then you would have loved Smooth,” China said as she aimed the gun at Tracy’s head and pulled the trigger until her Glock was empty.
China grabbed everything that belonged to her and then left the chilling scene unnoticed.
Epilogue
Two months later
She was nervous as hell as she sat on the doctor’s bed awaiting his return with her results.
Damn, what’s taking him so long? she thought, with a stomach full of butterflies.
The symptoms were evident. She just needed the truth now. When she heard the voices outside the door, she strained her ears to try to catch any hint of her speculations and coming fate.
The door opened, and the doctor stepped in. He was an Arab who wore an excessive amount of cologne.
“Okay, ma’am. We have your results, and, ma’am, your tests came back positive.”
“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” She broke down crying hysterically.
To be continued . . .
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