“Are you threatening me?” she questioned, looking from me to Trooper.
The sad thing was that as hard as she was trying to be, she was scared as shit.
“Depends. Now let’s take this inside,” Trooper responded, glancing at me.
He snatched her keys from her hand and shoved her in the back so she would move.
Once inside her place, we headed straight for the living room where Trooper pushed her into the sofa while he and I stood facing her.
“So what’s the deal with Chavez?” Trooper asked with his arms folded while he held his gun in one hand.
“Why do you think I would tell you that?” Willis glared at him then looked at me.
“I don’t think, I know. See, what I learned a long time ago is that everyone is self-motivated. Their needs always take precedence over what’s right, and right now your need to live takes precedence over whatever bullshit case you are trying to build.”
Trooper appeared amused, which was funny as shit because he was slipping back into his old ways. He would never go back to selling dope, but this side of him would always be there.
She opened her mouth to respond, then closed it before looking at us again. “I don’t have all the details,” she said, looking defeated.
“Just tell us what the fuck you know,” I said, feeling annoyed.
She cut her eyes at me, then focused on Trooper again. This bitch was crazy. She was sitting here in heat, lusting after ole boy when she clearly needed to be more concerned about whether he was about to put a bullet in her head.
“It’s about Harold Prescott. That’s all I know. Apparently, someone provided information that connects him to Chavez. Well… more like his father. Whoever this person is gave a lot of important evidence, but it’s Harold Prescott, so they want to make sure they have all of their ducks in a row. He’s beat the system for years. Nobody can touch him, or at least they haven’t been able to in the past. It’s like he owns everyone, and the entire legal system in New York has hard ons at the thought of finally taking him down. Even with what they have, they’re still worried he can get out of it, so they want a backup plan. That’s the two of you. If you can go on record with information about the Chavez family and their dealings with Prescott, it helps build their case.”
I glanced at Trooper and could tell we were thinking the same thing. It didn’t make sense. I’d dealt with Chavez and his father before. Trooper did too, but never Prescott. We didn't know shit about him other than what we heard on the streets. The only connection was Sophie.
“We don’t know shit about Prescott,” Trooper said, scowling at her.
She smirked and looked right at his dick. What the fuck?
“Maybe not Harold, but William Prescott is a different story,” she said, licking her lips.
“We don’t know shit about him either,” I interjected.
“You sure about that? Seems to me like he knows a lot about the Prescott family. Isn’t Sophie a Prescott? You can’t be in bed with that family without knowing their secrets.”
Trooper took a step toward her, but I grabbed his arm and shot him a look that said calm the fuck down. It would be nothing for him to blow her brains out if it meant protecting Sophie and we needed her alive. At least right now.
“What the fuck does Sophie have to do with this? She doesn’t know a gotdamn thing about what he does.”
“Well, my people think otherwise. We’ve been following her for a while. We even know that you took her to see Sinclair. Why is that? Maybe she knows more than you want us to believe.”
“Fuck you mean you been following her? And Sophie don’t know shit about her father.”
“Which one?” She smirked and that was it.
Trooper lost it, and before I could stop him, he had her up in the air by her shirt, and the barrel of his gun under her chin.
“Yo, keep fucking playing, and I swear on everything I will kill your stupid ass. Sophie don’t have shit to do with anything Prescott has going on and neither do I. If you like breathing, I suggest you convince whoever the fuck is heading up this bullshit of that too.”
Willis threw her hands up as a panicked look filled her face. “It’s too late. They don’t know if or how she plays into it, but they know she’s Sinclair’s daughter. They want to use that to help their case. I don’t know how yet, hell I don’t even know if they know how. All I know is that whatever information they have got Sinclair out of prison. They think him being out can help too. All of these things are pieces to the master plan. I don't know what that is or how it’s going to play out, other than they want to take Harold Prescott down. You can’t stop it, so you might as well help and try to save yourself.”
“Bitch, you sound crazy as fuck. Hell, I was about to try and save your ass, but now you got me wanting him to squeeze the gotdamn trigger. Fuck we look like snitching? That’s a gotdamn bitch move. Shoot her ass, Troop.”
He smirked and tightened his grip on his gun, but he wasn’t about to shoot her. Not like this with no planning, but she didn’t know that, so her damn eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
“Hold on, wait. I have something you might want to know.”
