“Evans, why wouldn’t you just call this in while he’s at his spot? Catching him in the act of distributing the drugs is what we need.”
“That nigga fingerprints ain’t nowhere in that muthafucka. The most you’ll get is him being there. He don’t play that shit. However, I planted a couple bricks in his whip. Ain’t no way of getting up out of that. Even if he go down for a few years, it’s intent to sell. Don’t put shit else on him but that. Max his sentence or not, I really don’t give a fuck. The more the better. I got shit to handle,” I confessed.
I could give Angel that year but afterward, it’s up. That was more than enough time to give myself a makeover and become the nigga I should’ve been from the jump. Many niggas didn’t know the real and I wasn’t giving it up now that I was in arms reach. Bentley wasn’t the only nigga that could make muthafuckas move at the drop of a dime.
Digging my fingers into the bag of chips, I listened to Hicks talk my head off. He wasn’t saying shit I hadn’t already asked or said to myself. Bentley was a smart nigga but ain’t nobody watch him the way I did. He became a personal project, and I haven’t dropped the pen yet. Every detail was noted.
“It’s a reason your ass is suspended Evans. You never do shit by the book. I’m all for that underhand shit but not with this nigga,” he complained.
“Doing shit by the books? Nigga are you serious right now? If I did shit by the books, my ass would still be looking for ChiefRiggs pat on the back. I made more money in six months than that nigga for his annual salary. He kiss ass, I don’t,” I snapped.
“You kiss ass too. Bentley just don’t know how many times yo’ lips was on his ass, that’s all,” he fired back. I reached back and hit him dead in his shit. What I wasn’t expecting was him following through with one of his own. “Watch it Evans. I ain’t never been one of them,” he warned me.
Nodding, I massaged the area his fist landed wearing a smirk. I underestimated him and he was showing me not to. He was the perfect person to handle Bentley since I couldn’t. Everybody else was gon’ fold but Hicks damn sho wasn’t.
“You got it.” I checked my phone and seen Bentley was finally on the move. “He heading this way. Call yo’ team and look alive. He can’t leave Miami. That’s not our jurisdiction.”
Cranking the car, Hicks pulled out calling up his boys. He gave them what they needed to go after Bentley, and we were hitting the back roads to reach him faster. This shit only worked if Hicks team got to Bentley first. Hit his ass with a false ass speeding violation or stolen car bullshit. Bentley was too headstrong to let anybody pin anything on him, so he was gon’ give pushback fa sho. That was gon’ be Hicks window, right there.
I gave directions left and right until we finally had eyes on Bentley’s ride. A mischievous smile cursed my lips as we followed a few cars behind him. All we needed now was the rest of his boys to get here. It took a smooth minute for them to catch up but when they did, all sirens were ringing, and traffic was making way. Hicks played the back to keep me out the way.
“Do yo’ job Hicks and remind them niggas who’s in charge. Oh, and don’t say shit I done told you. Play that shit by the files and nothing more. Let it be known you received an anonymous tip and go from there.”
“I been in the game longer than you. It’s you that went rogue thinking you was bigger than the program nigga, not me. I got this. You sit tight and don’t do shit. You not even supposed to be here!” he lectured me.
Waving him off, I sat cool as a feather as the car came to a stop. Hicks shot me a look and I threw my hands up. The last thing I planned on doing was ruining his arrest. I needed Bentley gone off the streets just as much as anyone else. After all, I’d used his name in Sage Springs for over a year now. Him actually going there was like adding fuel to a fire.
With Hicks and his boys surrounding him, I watched and enjoyed the show. My smile went from ear to ear as he tried to talk his way out of this. My window was cracked just enough to hear Bentley yelling.
“Nigga, I was doing fifty in a thirty. That ain’t shit to pull me out the car for. Give me my ticket and get on,” he shouted.
“It is and we label that as reckless endangerment. I can’t deny that your eyes are a little hazy as well. Is that weed I smell on your person? Step out the car for me so we can conduct a search,” Hicks ordered. By this time, he’d already stuck his hand in Bentley’s car and opened his door.
“You ain’t searching shit ‘cause I ain’t got shit. Why the hell y’all goofy ass niggas pull me the fuck over anyway?” He was dead set on resisting arrest. I found it to be quite comical.
“Imagine waking up with an anonymous tip on the man you’ve been hunting for years. Bentley Atkins, I heard there’s something that’ll spark our interest in your vehicle. Mind if we take a look?” Hicks questioned.
“You deaf ass bitch. I said it wasn’t shit in that muthafucka so why the hell you still harassing me? As a matter of fact,” Bentley pushed Hicks off him and went to step back in his ride.
Aht, aht. Wrong move nigga.
Hicks threw his body against the car and ordered his boys to get to work. “Y’all know the drill. Tear this muthafucka up,” he said still wearing a smirk.
“Boy that lawsuit ‘bout to add to a nigga value,” Bentley replied.
“I wish you good fortune then,” Hicks said looking my way briefly before giving his attention to his team. “How we looking boys?”
“Jackpot boss,” one of his men said retrieving the brick I placed underneath the driver’s seat.
Hicks cut his eyes in my direction before his smile grew. His focus shifted back to Bentley saying, “I thought you said you ain’t have shit. Damn, Mr. Atkins, we’re going for a ride after all.”
“Boss, we found another one under the passenger seat as well,” another one of his boys stated.
“Man, I don’t know nothing ‘bout that shit. I ain’t never been a dumb nigga. If it took you this long to get a nigga, you got to know this a set up,” Bentley argued.
“Set up or not, this is your vehicle, and the product was found in your possession. Bentley Atkins, you’re under arrest for cocaine trafficking. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” Hicks hit him with his charge and his Miranda rights.
The look on Bentley’s face had me releasing a hearty laugh. To hear about it would’ve done justice but to see this shit go down, oh a nigga was thoroughly satisfied. He was put in one of Hicks boys squad cars ahead of us to keep the distance from me. Hicks chopped it up with his folk a lil’ bit before rejoining me.
