“Gerald, I paid those shits already.” I laughed, as he picked the diaper bag up and adjusted the straps to fit around him, and it didn’t.
Bando jumped up on him as I watched them both.
This was my little family.
Mine.
CHAPTER 28
SIGEL
I stoodin front of Joey’s grave and watched as the rain pelted down on his casket. His baby mama, Susie, and his son stood beside me. All eyes were on us because Robinson had been on my dick.
Imagine being away at Disney Land for my daughter’s birthday and this nigga blowing your phone up. I couldn’t even enjoy the Mickey waffles before I was flying back to be reprimanded in person.
They used Joey like snow salt and covered the street with his damn skin. Poor man had to have a closed casket because his face was peeled off from being dragged in the street.
Robinson been on my ass because he claimed I was playing instead of being undercover. The truth was that Iwasfucking playing.
Being in the streets was fun as shit, and now I saw why niggas took to the life of crime. The streets were ours, and nobody said shit about it.
I could tell niggas what to do, and they went and did it. Shit, all I had to really do was plant seeds in their head, and they wentand did it. They all never finished high school so manipulating them was easy as hell.
Half the beef happening was because I got in their heads and made them feel like they were pussy for not getting their lick back.
Goon and Khaos’s cousin was something that I didn’t have shit to do with. It was a personal beef between Pesos and Khaos. They had been beefing for years.
That was the main reason I was assigned to the Deep-Water Demons. The violence in the city was becoming crazy, and they wanted to take down Pesos. When I first started my assignment, Pesos was the nigga that everyone answered to.
Nothing moved without him, and slowly, I worked my way up until I was the nigga calling the shots right beside him. On the outside looking in, you thought I was the head, and I didn’t correct anybody either.
Even with how deep I was in with this assignment, I wouldn’t do a kid that way. I had two kids of my own. My daughter and son were always on my mind when I moved out here. Getting back to them had always been priority.
I watched the news while Goon’s cousin washed the street that her baby’s blood was on. She screamed, sobbed, and cried for her boy that had been murdered on that same corner. Shit broke my heart because no mother should have had to do that.
Now when I saw her, some days she was put together and on the move. Then, it was those other days when she was on our block asking what we needed. I never fucked his cousin, but there was a whole bunch of DWD niggas that could say they did.
Zoya thought I had a shit ton of kids but only met a few of them. It’s amazing what paying your favorite crackhead would do.
After a while, I started to develop feelings for the woman. She was fine, smart, and if this wasn’t an assignment, I would have married her ass. I started tossing shit her way.
The kids were the first test.
With the way Zoya acted, I half expected her to break up with me. When I had my cousin come over acting like my baby mama, I thought for sure she would have kicked me out. Despite her never-ending shit, I could feel her pulling away each time she found out a little bit more about me.
There was never really a spark in her eyes, but I could see that she was over me. Pushing her to meet her family never worked. Bitch was a tough nut to crack. I thought when I cried and told her I wanted us to be forever, and that meant meeting our families, she would do it.
I could tell she was slightly open to the shit, then she went away for Thanksgiving with her family and came back singing a different tune. It was like all the work I put in with her went down the drain.
Those vaulted walls were back up, and she started questioning everything. I used to be able to call and come over to chill with her, and that even changed. Coming to see her felt like an appointment because she never made time for me.
When I picked up that box of evidence from her house, I couldn’t tell if she saw something. If she opened that box, she would have seen the picture of Judge Case. Not that it would have meant anything to her, other than the fact that she had been the judge on a few of her cases.
Robinson was convinced that Judge Case had some ties with Menace Caselli. I knew he and Zoya were related because of that last name. His name floated between different agencies, no one really knowing where to put him.
His name was among those for the organized crime task force. People took Khaos as a simple member of a gang, whenhis ties were much deeper. He had his hands so deep into shit that my dick got hard thinking of the day I would put his hands behind his back and walk his ass into a cage.
Menace was more complicated because there was no face to the name, and no real identities other than his name. Even his social security numbers that we thought were tied came back as dead.
