Authors: Leo Sullivan
“
What about your girl Evette?” I asked, catching her off
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guard.
“
W-W-What about Evette?” she stuttered. And now as I
looked at Tomica with her fake-ass smile and mascara running, I
realized that she just took all the humiliation and for what? I
thought about what Trina said before she left. Evette went to
Baltimore and was missing. I know that Tomica would never turn
on her girl unless, something bad happened. But what? The dope
was telling
me this bitch setting you up!
So I did my part, I smiled
and acted like I was going along with her ploy. I knew that the first
chance I got, I was going to have to kill her.
The phone rang, Tomica flinched, startled.
“
Yeah.”
“
We got trouble.” It was Major on the other line.
“
What?” I asked with concern. The whole time, Tomica
watched me suspiciously.
“
Blazack is at the front gate wanting to get in.”
I hobbled over to the console with all the television security
screens and sure as shit, there was Blazack at the front gate parked
in his Hummer. The ominous fog of the night seemed to cast him
in a mysterious gloom.
“
L? L? L! You still there man?” Major asked from the other
end of the phone. I could hear the fear in his voice.
“
Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Let him in the inside the house and get
the fuck out the way!” I said and hung up the phone. I had Tomica
help me get dressed. Even though the dope helped a lot, I was still
only about 35 percent of myself in terms of strength.
“
What’s going on?” Tomica asked.
“
Bitch you gon’ help me make it down the stairs.” I reached
out and grabbed her by the hair, leading her toward the steps. The
packet of Boy was on the vanity next to the bed. I poured a moun-
tain in my hand, snorted it and rode the rapturous wings of a
black stallion named “H.”
Naked and crying Tomica helped me down the stairs. I was
sure this was not what she was expecting, not part of her devious
plan.
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At the bottom of the stairs Major stood looking at us in awe
with his mouth forming an O. My face was covered with powder,
a gun dangled from my right arm and the other arm slung over
Tomica’s shoulder. Major had a shotgun at his side, it looked as
old as the mansion.
The doorbell chimed. I shoved Tomica away and braced
myself against the brass stair rail.
“
Open the door!” I barked at Major waving the gun.
“
L, man, you ain’t in no condition to be –”
“
Open the fucking door!” I yelled again only to lose my bal-
ance but regained it.
Major opened the door. Blazack stood there formidable as
usual. He looked weary and haggard, he took one look at me hold-
ing the gun and his eyes bucked wide open like he was seeing a
ghost.
“
Welcome to Chateau Gangsta’s Paradise, nig-gaaa!” I
drawled, high as a muthafucka, dead serious on killing his ass.
He walked in taking in the scene shaking his head, not believ-
ing what he was seeing. He made a face at Tomica, turned and
gritted on Major standing in the hall with the shotgun aimed at
him. Finally he turned back to me and looked sorrowfully.
“
Wha da fuck you call yourself doing nigga?”
I cocked the gun and aimed at him. He continued to look at
me defiantly right in my eyes.
“
Dirty is dead man. Lil Man is dead, Gucci is lying up in the
hospital with two broken legs and internal bleeding.”
“
Bitch ass nigga, you had something to do wit it! Where you
been the last few days, huh?” I hollered. I felt my hand anxious to
pull the trigger.
“
Been in jail!” Blazack said angrily. “That cracka Spitler had
me locked up. Wouldn’t even let me make a phone call. If you
don’t believe me, call our bail bondsman Fletcher, I swear to God
he be my witness.” Blazack was talking fast. He knew at that
moment and time I was dead set on doing him.
“
Let me call the bail bondsman,” Major cut in, possibly sav-
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ing Blazack’s life. I nodded my head for Major to make the call.
Sure as shit, Major came into the hall and said that Blazack
was just bonded out of jail.
I sat down on the stairs, cupped my head in my hands as I
thought about the cop Spitler, and how he threatened me. Damn,
I should have figured it was him and his crooked-ass cop friends
doing the killings.
Blazack walked up to me. “Man, you gotta let me Ax Blazack
that cracka.” That was Blazack’s code word for murder. “He’s all
yours,” were my final words before I passed out on the stairs.
8:18 the next morning as planned, Blazack made arrange-
ments to meet Spitler for his weekly payoff. There was no reason
for the cop to be concerned. He nor his men would be suspects in
the spree of murders. They were the police. They were above the
law, or so they thought. Wrong!
As usual, they met at the Holiday Inn on Tennessee Street off
Lake Bradford.
As soon as the cop entered the room he knew he had walked
into a trap. Blazack put a gun up to his head, relieved him of his
weapon, and handcuffed him to a chair. Spitler, the racist cop, had
too much pride to beg, so he tried to bribe Blazack with money.
It didn’t work.
Blazack began to brutally pistol-whip Spitler to a bloody pulp
even knocking one of his eyeballs out the socket. The cop fainted.
Blazack threw cold water in his face to wake him back up.
With a gun pointed to his head Blazack forced him to call the
police station and tell all his buddies in the narcotic division that
were down with the murders to meet him outside the police station
at midnight. After the phone call, Blazack, in a manic frenzy, began
to hack away with the ax on the cop’s body.
Wack!
“
This is for my
nigga Dirty.”
Wack!
“
Dats for killin’ babies.” After ward, with
Spitler barely alive, Blazack shoved a stick of dynamite up his ass.
*****
Midnight, the cops arrived as scheduled. They saw Spitler sit-
ting in his car. They all approached in jovial spirits, which was
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always the case whenever they were going to share some dirty
money. As the first cop reached the car and looked inside, he saw
the bloody stump of half a body. Desperately, Spitler frantically
wiggled his head no but the cop opened the door. The wired
dynamite of one hundred pounds of explosives detonated.
Ka-
boom!!
*****
I lay in bed sipping on Hennessy, snorting my medication
with my dick in Tomica’s mouth. I was numb all the way down to
my toes. Tomica came up for air. She had dark cycles under her
eyes.
“
What time is it baby?” she asked. A secretion of cum dangled
from her lower lip.
“
8:25 in the morning. Why the fuck you keep askin’ me that?”
I asked, annoyed. She smiled up at me from in between my legs
and reached over and dug her long fingernail into the powder and
placed it under my nose. Right then I saw it, felt it, knew it. I saw
her treachery disguised in her eyes and she tried to mask it with a
smile. I blew the dope off her fingers and sighed as I lay back on
the pillow with my eyes closed. There isn’t a hustler alive that can
honestly say that he did not hear the voice in the recess of his
mind, pleading, begging with him to get out the game.
Ain’t no
longevity in the dope game,
Trina’s voice.
You’ll end up dead or in
prison,
Hope’s voice. It’s always the woman that warns us, and
almost always we never listen, but we hear.
Tomica must have thought I had passed out. Now that I felt
her trying to ease out of the bed, I played sleep, but I had one eye
open. I watched her tiptoe over to the window and began to wave
the curtains like she was giving a signal. My heart damn near burst
out my chest, when I realized what she was doing, setting me up!
I got out of the bed and stood behind her. Feeling a presence, she
turned around startled. On the security screen I saw all the white
vans marked FBI and ATF. It must have been over a hundred vehi-
cles, the entire estate was surrounded. Major burst into the room.
“
The police breaking down the front gate, L, we gotta go!”
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Tomica just stood there in the window nude with her arms crossed
over her breasts. I picked up the gun as Major grabbed my arm.
“
The bitch set me up!” I said as Major walked up and placed
his arms around me. We headed down the stairs.
In my study behind the bookshelf was a tunnel that lead to the
sewer system. As we reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear
the police pounding on the door with a battering ram, overhead I
heard helicopters along with the frantic banter of shouting, “FBI.”
We made it into the study just as the front door came crash-
ing in. I stashed the gun in a Bible as Major turned the candle-
holder that opened the secret compartment to the door behind the
bookshelf. I was barefoot as we escaped into the darkness of the
tunnel. I had it all planned, leave the countr y. I had millions of
dollars in escrow in Brazil. All I had to do was step foot on the soil.
Up ahead I saw a bright light. It beamed on us like the morn-
ing sun, and then I heard the sound of guns being cocked.
“
Freeze! FBI!”
*****
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Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
“
Against all Odds”
–
Hope –
Nine months after federal agents raided Life Thugstin’s mansion
in a long, drawn out operation titled Operation Thug-Sting, fed-
eral agents seized more than ten million dollars in assets, cars, jew-
elry, not including the four million dollars that was discovered
hidden in the mansion inside secret compartments in various parts
of the floors.
*****
The sound of my heels could be heard scrapping across the
meticulously buffed marbled floor of the Federal Correctional
building. For me, the sound only seemed to heighten the urgency
of my arrival, Hope Evans, the Bureau’s Assistant Prosecutor for
the United States Southern District of Florida. And still with my
title of elitism and all its accolades, I knew that I could never be
comfortable with my job. The job of imprisoning Black people