Once I made it to the parking lot, I went straight for that nigga Bentley whip. Him and Kong started speaking before I was fully out the door, and I heard their entire conversation. He was giving me exactly what I needed. The wheels were turning from the second he said he was heading to Sage Springs. I was a shit starter and the shit I started in the Springs couldn’t be exposed.
Trying the passenger knob, the door popped open without a struggle.Dumbass nigga.He thought he was so untouchable. I had something for his ass.
The letters he mentioned he received were sitting on a thick manilla envelope. Looking inside, I saw it was plenty more. Everything was snatched up, and I was limping to my whip seconds later. It was never any loyalty to the nigga to begin with. Wasn’t no use in hiding that shit now.
Throwing the letters inside, I went to my trunk and grabbed a few bricks along with the tracker I kept on hand for emergencies. It was both GPS and voice detectable. The bricks were the same ones I took from Royce. I was down to my last so why not bait the nigga in.
Bentley was the head of the operation, and no one ever really saw this nigga touch the product, not even me. Hell, he barely showed face. I needed this to work in my favor since the plans were already in motion.
Being a black man of the law is one thing, but being a fuckin’ narc is a completely different story. I’d been undercover for as long as I could remember. When I finally hit the rank of a detective, I was instantly placed into a sting. No one ever thought this shit would take years at a time to complete. During that time, I lowkey went rogue and a nigga been suspended pending investigation without pay.
Did I give a fuck? Hell nah. I made more money than I was supposed to working for Bentley. He might’ve been the target for them niggas, but he was simply a pawn in a game that was bigger than this police shit. His name was a force in itself, that was all I needed.
I was back at Bentley whip placing the bricks underneath both his driver and passenger seats. The tracker was placed with the brick underneath the passenger seat. I was too close to touching what I deemed fit for me. I wasn’t ‘bout to slack now.
There was one nigga on the force I kept close. Detective Hicks was my ex-partner that was reaching fame from the lil’ niggas I threw his way. One phone call and the big baduntouchablenigga was being sat the fuck down. It was all too easy. I checked my surroundings for the umpteenth time and was walking back to my shit like ain’t nothing happened.
Peeling out the lot shortly after, I was one way to my baby mama crib. She was put up and under wraps. It wasn’t a soul that knew ‘bout her pretty ass. Not my folk and damn sure no one on the force. She was that diamond in a ruff for me. She didn’t get Enzo; she got Damarius Evans and even then, that wasn’t the real me to a certain extent.
I had her living on the outskirts of Miami in a mini mansion with everything in her name. Wasn’t nobody touching her. She was quiet, out the way, and naïve as fuck. A couple words of assurance here and there and she was set. She ain’t ask unnecessary questions and she didn’t pop her head in shit she ain’t have no business. She was perfect.
The drive from the warehouse to my crib was approximately forty-five minutes. With the normal evening traffic, it took me a lil’ over an hour to touch down. When I pulled in the driveway, lil’ mama’s BMW was parked in the garage with the doors open. I smiled as I witnessed her grabbing our daughter from the backseat.
I ain’t see myself having a real family until I met her. Honking, I pulled up beside them and hurriedly met them before she strained any further. Before I could reach for baby girl, she pushed me back. All I saw were tears in her eyes.
“What the hell happened to you Damarius? Why is it blood all over your shirt?” she inquired in a quivering tone.
That fast I forgot ‘bout the shit that happened at the warehouse. The adrenaline was still surging so the pain had yetto hit at its full capacity. I quickly stepped back and grabbed my shoulder.
“Ain’t shit happen. Call your brother to the crib for me.”
“Baby, were you shot?” She had yet to let up and the worry in her eyes were starting to fuck with a nigga.
“Yeah, I was. Don’t trip though Ma, I’m good. Call Rafael so he can come patch me up.” I grabbed my daughter and headed inside with her on my heels.
“Papi…”
“Angel! Chill the fuck out, aight? I’m good. Make that call and stop doing all that crying. A nigga ain’t dead and that’s all you need to know. How was the appointment?” I asked changing the subject.
“Amada is good Papi. She’s progressing the way a newborn should. What trouble have you gotten yourself into Damarius? What are you doing when you’re not around us?” Her questions was flowing a mile a minute.
Turning around, I stopped her dead in her tracks and looked her in those pretty green eyes of hers. “Mind yo’ business and call yo’ fuckin’ brother. I got enough going on right now Angel. Let shit be. I’m not saying that shit again.”
She pushed the shit out of me causing me to stumble back a lil’ bit. “Maldito tonto(Damn fool). We have a daughter. Whatever you’re doing, stop!” She went to walk off when I grabbed her by the arm halting her steps.
“Don’t put yo’ hands on me no more Angel. I ain’t never hit you or made you feel uncomfortable. Show me the same respect,” I demanded.
Rolling her eyes, she fished her cell from her pocket and made the call I’d been asking her to make since I got here. “Are you busy? Come by the house and see about Damarius. He’s been shot. I don’t know, and I don’t care.Gracias.” Afterhanging it up, she yanked her arm back and left me where I stood.
I couldn’t help but smirk. Angel was loving as fuck, but she was quick tempered. As a Latina lover, I went out and got the feistiest one. She didn’t play with my ass in the slightest. The lil’ short muthafucka could throw a hell of a punch too. She ain’t realize it but everything ‘bout her turned me on.
Walking deeper into the crib, I made my way to the living room. I moved baby girl from her car seat to her swing. I then headed upstairs to shower and wash the blood off me. It took me no more than twenty minutes and by the time I came back downstairs, Rafael was there and ready to work.
We dapped up and headed for my office. He was blunt and as nosy as they came. As soon as my ass hit the chair, he was firing off questions much like Angel. “Who did this to you? Are they done or coming back for more? Is my sister and niece safe?”
“Look, I ain’t call you over here for all that,” I snapped.
He smirked as he popped his gloves on. Once he had the scalpel in hand, he dug into my flesh causing me to scream out in agony. “Ahhhh! What the fuck Rafael?”
