Wifey: Part 2

“Do you know any of these guys?”

Jasmine examined the photos closely. “I know him,” she said, pointing to the photo on the right. “I mean, I don’t know him like we’re super cool or anything like that, but I do know him, and he knows me. His name is Black Justice. He hustles uptown, either in Harlem or the Bronx or Yonkers, somewhere in those areas. And these two, I don’t know them, but I think I’ve seen them before at some of the spots around the city; they look familiar.”

Jasmine wasn’t that interested or enthused. All she could think about was if Nico was fucking Mia again. With the two of them out in Las Vegas, she knew there was no way Nico wasn’t fucking her. Jasmine just couldn’t understand what it was that Mia had over her, nor could she understand why Nico hadn’t asked her to fly out to Las Vegas with him.

“That’s right. That’s Black Justice, more commonly known as Black Jus. Now this guy right here is named Homicide. And this guy right here goes by the name of Prince. He’s new on the New York drug scene. He was only a ‘poo-butt’ out in California, but he felt like he could be a shot-caller out here in New York, and that’s why he’s out here. He’s a Crip from California with an army of New York Crips who’ll murder on his orders.”

“Poo-butt?” She shook her head and chuckled. “Them dudes from California kill me with their slang.”

Agent Gosling was glad that Jasmine was showing signs of life, so he kept on. “Well, with the murder of Bebo, and with Nico’s strength weakening, we think that—”

“What do you mean, ‘with Nico’s strength weakening’?”

“From our intel, and from some of our other sources, we gathered that in Ghetto Mafia, Nico is the businessman and Bebo was the killer. With Bebo’s death, we feel Nico’s strength is going to be tested—other crews throughout the city are going to muscle in on Ghetto Mafia’s territory.”

Jasmine listened intently. She wanted to let Gosling know that Nico had the heart to murder anyone, but she thought it best to keep her mouth shut and just listen.

“So what we’re going to need you to do is get us close to these three guys right here. These three dudes are going to try to fill the vacuum. What we don’t want is to get Nico off the street, only to have new menaces to worry about.”

Jasmine nodded.

“What we would want you to do initially is act as a cut-out for me.”

“What do you mean?” Jasmine asked.

“We would need you to make recorded drug buys on my behalf. You’ll let them know that it’s on my behalf, and after a few buys we’ll ramp up the weight of the buys. At that point, the trust should be there where you’ll be able to introduce me, and then from that point on, I’ll handle my own transactions directly with them, which will allow us to make arrests.”

“Oh, okay. That’s cool and all. I can do it. But the thing is, I’ll definitely need a place to live, and I need some money.”

Agent Gosling went into his folder and handed Jasmine a bankcard. “I’m already ahead of you. There’s twenty-five hundred on that card. I’ll call you later and give you the pin number.”

Seeing the shiny, new bankcard with a Visa logo put her in a brighter mood. She quickly took hold of the card and slipped it into her bag.

“Twenty-five hundred will be your monthly stipend. If you need more than that, you’ll have to let me know, and I’ll need to put in a request to the suits in Washington D.C.”

Gosling was speaking Jasmine’s language, and she loved it. Twenty-five hundred a month, and she didn’t have to open up her legs and fuck anybody.

“And let me just be completely frank with you about something . . . ”

Just then as soon as Gosling said that, the wait

ress came to the table and asked if she could get them anything else.

Jasmine was feeling much better after getting the bankcard, so she immediately asked for another coco-loco.

“And for you, sir?”

“I’m fine. Thanks,” Gosling replied to the waitress just before she walked away.

“Now, like I was saying, I need you to really hear me on this.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“Whether it’s Black Just, Homicide, or Prince, or for that matter, anyone else we’re targeting, you cannot fuck them under any circumstances. Do you understand me?”

“Not even Nico?”

“No, with Nico that’s different because you were involved with him sexually before you started cooperating. But with any of the other targets, if you sleep with them, it will be tough to get a conviction because any lawyer would scream entrapment.”