He pointed to the pictures on the table of Carlos and me entering Chavez’s then leaving. They had closeups of the bag with the money.
“Was this a pick up?”
I looked him right in the eyes then my stare moved to his partner before a smug grin crossed my face. I was curious about why the female fed who’d been with him when they picked me and Carlos up had been replaced by this fat ass muthafucker, but at this point I didn’t care.
“Yeah, it was,” I said coolly, causing them both to get excited. I swear their eyes shone like it was Christmas Day.
“Okay, so tell us about it.”
“Aight, so check it. Los took the order, but when they made the delivery, it wasn’t right. Shit was all fucked up, so we baggedit up and decided to take it back. When we got there, he tossed it on Chavez’s desk and ripped him a new one. Los told Chavez he wanted his money back ’cause the product was bullshit. Not quality at all.”
They looked at each other, trying their best to contain the excitement brewing, but I was about to fuck up their entire mood with the next thing out of my mouth.
“So you know how muthafuckers get about their Thin Mints. I told Los don’t sweat it, but he was like ‘nah, fuck that. I paid good money. I want quality product’.”
“Thin Mints?” Rogers said, looking confused.
“Yeah, muthafucker, Thin Mints. Them Girl Scout cookies be some serious shit. You can’t be delivering cookies that are all crumbled, so Los wanted his gotdamn money back.”
I leaned back in my chair and watched the pisstivity unfold.
Their faces got red as fuck and Rogers’s fist slammed down on the table as he stood.
“You think this is a gotdamn joke? It’s not a fucking joke.”
“Yo, bring that shit down. You asked what happened and I told your ass. Chavez sold Los fucked up product, so Los wanted his money back. How the hell you sell somebody fucked up cookies? Them shits be like ten dollars a box now. Can you believe that?”
Allen laughed sarcastically then pointed at me. I would have knocked that shit away, but I was still cuffed.
“You mean to tell me you expect us to believe these bags held Girl Scout cookies. That Chavez, who’s known all over the east coast as one of the biggest coke suppliers, sold Carlos Robertson Girl Scout cookies.”
“Shit, I don’t give a fuck what you believe. I’m telling you what the fuck these pictures are about.” I kept a straight face as my eyes moved from one to the other.
Los and I had the same story. I wasn’t worried about that. It was a running joke with us, but now it was time to put things into play.
If the feds were holding us with no evidence, it meant they were digging and trying to build a case. A case I assumed would lead to taking Chavez down. Apparently, we were there because they expected Los and me to cut a deal for our participation and freedom. Fuck all that! I wasn’t, had never been, and would never be a gotdamn snitch. That was some bitch shit and there wasn’t an ounce of bitch in my entire fucking being. I put that on everything real.
I didn’t fuck with Chavez like that and he wasn’t shit. He was a pussy ass muthafucker, but he wasn’t about to do time off somthing I set in motion. If they wanted him, they’d have to make it happen without me. Los felt the exact same way, so I wasn’t worried one way or another about that. It really didn’t matter what they said they knew about me and Los either. If they had a case and could truly make something stick with either of us, we’d be shipped off already and doing muthafucking time.
I was very intelligent and well versed on how this shit worked. I knew to keep my cool, never give them what they asked for, and until they charged me? Deny, deny, deny. Even after I faced the judge, I should deny.
“I hope you like being here because you’ll be here for a while.”
“That’s cool, but if I don’t get my call real muthafuckin’ fast, expect to be sued the second I walk out this bitch. Feds or not, you have no reason to hold me, so I want to talk to my lawyer. Until I do, get the fuck outta my face, but understand the longer you hold me here, the more commas you’re adding to that gotdamn check the government will be putting my name on.”
I winked at Rogers and this muthafucker had steam coming from his ears. I had been there for hours and was done playingwith their asses. All I wanted to know was why we were there. They’d played their hand too early and now it was time for me to play mine.
“Fuck you. You don’t run shit, not in here,” Allen yelled.
“You ain’t my type, playboy, but he looks like he might take you up on that offer.” I nodded at Rogers, and Allen rushed me, grabbing my shirt.
I kept my cool and didn’t react, but on everything, both of their asses had just shortened their lifespan. The countdown would begin as soon as I was out this bitch.
“Allen, Rogers,” a voice barked from the door.
Allen let me go and I delivered a smug grin, which really pissed him off, but they both left and the door slammed.
Hopefully, somebody had their head on right and I was about to get the fuck outta there. I needed to get to Sophie. She was likely stressed the fuck out. She was alone, and after what went down at her place, she needed me. There was no telling what she was thinking, and if she called, she couldn’t get me. That had me all types of fucked up.
