off, I finally got the federal agents to hand over your investigation files in exchange for your cooperation in bringing your connection with Papi Santos and his men down. So,” he said and then sighed, “After looking through all of these reports, I found out that your sources were indeed correct.”
“You fuckin’ bullshitting!?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I’m not.”
“So, Kira was ratting me out, huh?”
“Yes. But she also had some help.”
“Who?” I asked, feeling my heart trying to jump out of my fucking chest.
“Her cousin, Nicole. The young lady who was initially arrested and charged with possession with intent.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know who she is.”
“Okay, well according to these records, she provided a substantial amount of information that started the whole investigation on you and those other men in your organization.”
“But how could she do that when she didn’t hardly know nothin’?”
“Well, it has also been noted in these records that your wife provided a significant amount of information, too. I have a copy of a signed affidavit with her testimony right here.”
“Word! Let me see that.” I grabbed the piece of paper outta his hand.
Now as I began to read all the shit Kira told them crackers about me, the love I had for her in my heart started turning into hate. I mean, I’m really bugging! This hoe was sleeping in my muthafucking bed. Laughing and grinning in my face and serving my ass up to the police right under my nose. My own fucking wife! I can’t believe this shit! I mean I know I done did some foul shit in our marriage, but I know I didn’t deserve this. Not a fucking life sentence. Especially after all the shit me and her done been through. Kira was my partner. My dawg! My right hand. I trusted her with everything, ’cause I knew she had my back, regardless of what happened. But I see shit done changed now ’cause she told them where all my new stash houses were, who was running them, who was in charge of cooking up all the dope, and who made the pickups. She even told them about the shooting gallery me and my squad used to have, and about the cat I used to cop my machinery from, even though he’s long gone now. She couldn’t tell ’em how that nigga got put to rest, ’cause I ain’t never tell her. So I guess I did something right.
But all and all, this whole thing is still fucked up. And I see right now that I’m gon’ have to put an “H” on my chest and handle it ’cause it’s on, now! Shit is about to change for that bitch and she don’t even know it. I can’t have that hoe running around on the streets like shit is lovely, because it ain’t. And since I’m hurting right now, she gon’ hurt too!
But before I get my soldiers suited up to do her ass in, I’m gon’ get her stank ass to pitch this ball I’m trying to throw Papi’s way. Since she’s the only one who can make this mission possible. Now’s the time to go through with the plan.
“Ayo Burgess,” I said and then I slid the piece of paper back across the table.
“What’s on your mind, Ricky?”
“Well, you know that in order for me to get this thing poppin’ with Papi, I’m gon’ need my wife to set up shop on the outside?”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“Okay, so I’m gon’ need you to call her at her salon and tell her the deal. ’Cause, I done tried like a hundred times to get her to come down here so I can lay everything out, but she ain’t bucking.”
“So, what do you want me to say to her?”
“I just need you to call her and tell her that I’m gon’ call her in about ten minutes after you do, so it would be in her best interest to accept my call.”
“But, what if she gets irate with me?”
“Just tell her that I know everything and that if she don’t accept my call and listen to what I gotta say, then she gon’ have trouble.”
“Ricky, that’s coercion. I can’t deliver your message in that fashion.”
“Okay, well,
“You fuckin’ bullshitting!?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I’m not.”
“So, Kira was ratting me out, huh?”
“Yes. But she also had some help.”
“Who?” I asked, feeling my heart trying to jump out of my fucking chest.
“Her cousin, Nicole. The young lady who was initially arrested and charged with possession with intent.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I know who she is.”
“Okay, well according to these records, she provided a substantial amount of information that started the whole investigation on you and those other men in your organization.”
“But how could she do that when she didn’t hardly know nothin’?”
“Well, it has also been noted in these records that your wife provided a significant amount of information, too. I have a copy of a signed affidavit with her testimony right here.”
“Word! Let me see that.” I grabbed the piece of paper outta his hand.
Now as I began to read all the shit Kira told them crackers about me, the love I had for her in my heart started turning into hate. I mean, I’m really bugging! This hoe was sleeping in my muthafucking bed. Laughing and grinning in my face and serving my ass up to the police right under my nose. My own fucking wife! I can’t believe this shit! I mean I know I done did some foul shit in our marriage, but I know I didn’t deserve this. Not a fucking life sentence. Especially after all the shit me and her done been through. Kira was my partner. My dawg! My right hand. I trusted her with everything, ’cause I knew she had my back, regardless of what happened. But I see shit done changed now ’cause she told them where all my new stash houses were, who was running them, who was in charge of cooking up all the dope, and who made the pickups. She even told them about the shooting gallery me and my squad used to have, and about the cat I used to cop my machinery from, even though he’s long gone now. She couldn’t tell ’em how that nigga got put to rest, ’cause I ain’t never tell her. So I guess I did something right.
But all and all, this whole thing is still fucked up. And I see right now that I’m gon’ have to put an “H” on my chest and handle it ’cause it’s on, now! Shit is about to change for that bitch and she don’t even know it. I can’t have that hoe running around on the streets like shit is lovely, because it ain’t. And since I’m hurting right now, she gon’ hurt too!
But before I get my soldiers suited up to do her ass in, I’m gon’ get her stank ass to pitch this ball I’m trying to throw Papi’s way. Since she’s the only one who can make this mission possible. Now’s the time to go through with the plan.
“Ayo Burgess,” I said and then I slid the piece of paper back across the table.
“What’s on your mind, Ricky?”
“Well, you know that in order for me to get this thing poppin’ with Papi, I’m gon’ need my wife to set up shop on the outside?”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“Okay, so I’m gon’ need you to call her at her salon and tell her the deal. ’Cause, I done tried like a hundred times to get her to come down here so I can lay everything out, but she ain’t bucking.”
“So, what do you want me to say to her?”
“I just need you to call her and tell her that I’m gon’ call her in about ten minutes after you do, so it would be in her best interest to accept my call.”
“But, what if she gets irate with me?”
“Just tell her that I know everything and that if she don’t accept my call and listen to what I gotta say, then she gon’ have trouble.”
“Ricky, that’s coercion. I can’t deliver your message in that fashion.”
“Okay, well,
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