“Nah. Once it’s on the truck, we good money.”
“Well, I say find a new connect. But if you go through with it, don’t send nobody else but yourself. It’s like if Kobe is on the team and they need a last-minute shot to win the championship, only Kobe is taking that shot. They won’t have one of the bench players taking the shot.”
Nico smiled; he liked that analogy. Nico had been around the block for years and knew the drug game the same way Kobe knew the basketball game, so before he had even asked Jasmine that question, he already knew what he was going to do about the major Miami drug deal.
Forty-Nine
When Nico left for Miami, the FBI and the DEA had a team of agents following his every move. Jasmine had supplied Agent Gosling with the information on the seven-figure drug deal going down in Miami, and all of the federal and local authorities were all on standby waiting to move in as soon as they got the notice from Agent Gosling, who was leading the task force to take down Nico.
The day Nico left for Miami, Jasmine shot over to her Manhattan loft and called Homicide and told him to come meet her there. When Homicide showed up, he wanted to know if she had fucked Nico.
“There was no way I couldn’t fuck him, baby. But it means nothing.” Jasmine assured Homicide that it would all be worth it in a just a few short weeks, and reminded him of how they were going to be able to make their come-up and retire and then go off into the sunset.
Jasmine hadn’t told Homicide about the seven-figure drug deal getting ready to go down in Miami because she realized that, for a big deal like that, Homicide would be outnumbered and outgunned. He would have been on a suicide mission. Plus, she sincerely wanted the feds to bag Nico and then get out of the world of being a confidential informant. She wanted her life back and felt like she had other options that didn’t come with all the drama.
So she kept things from Homicide, but she did let him fuck her as he pleased and when he wanted. Homicide had never fucked Jasmine in the ass before, but all of a sudden, he was telling her that he wanted to fuck her in the ass.
Jasmine wasn’t a fan of anal. She didn’t want to do it, but she didn’t want any drama with Homicide, so she gave in to him.
Homicide wasn’t gentle at all. Jasmine howled in pain during the ten-minute episode that felt like torture. She knew Homicide was purposely fucking her in the ass hard to send her a message that things could easily go from sweet to sour between them if she ever tried to play him.
After Homicide came inside Jasmine’s asshole, he got up and put on his clothes. He told her he had to leave but would be back later that night or the next day. Jasmine laid on the bed in serious pain. Feeling a little bit delirious, she didn’t even acknowledge him.
Homicide stopped at the entrance to the bedroom door just before leaving. “Hurry up and find out where that stash is at. And you don’t fuck that nigga again until you do! A’ight?”
“Okay,” Jasmine replied meekly.
“I’m not one of these pussy niggas that’s out here. Believe that!” Homicide walked out of her bedroom. He slammed the front door so hard the entire apartment shook.
Jasmine gingerly rolled over from her stomach and lay on her back. She closed her eyes and swallowed real hard, a big lump in her throat. She was confident that the feds were going to nab Nico, but now she wasn’t optimistic at all that she would get her life back after Nico’s arrest.
She knew that, even if Nico went to jail, Homicide would still be around. She wondered if she had made the biggest mistake in her life by letting herself act on her childhood crush instead of staying focused on helping the feds lock him up.
Everywhere Jasmine turned, it seemed like there was always some form of new stress or drama coming her way. She stood up from the bed and saw blood on her bed sheets. She was horrified at the sight, but she knew she had no one to blame but herself for getting so caught up with Homicide the way she had.
Fifty
Nico sat on a street corner in the Liberty City section of Miami, blocks away from a public storage facility. The drugs were sitting inside a storage unit, ready to be fork-lifted on to a tractor-trailer in the parking lot.
There were agents staking out the public storage facility and agents stalking out Nico, and they were going to take turns trailing him as soon as he decided to drive to the storage facility.
Local undercover cops took turns trailing Patrick as he left his strip club and made his way to the public storage. They all figured Nico would start his engine and make his way to the facility at any moment, but everybody was shocked when they saw Mia pull into the facility in a car she had rented in New Jersey and driven all the way to Miami. Mia had a guy in the car with her—a face no one had seen before.
Federal agents were all in position, but they were told to stand down until the transaction took place. Mia walked up to Patrick’s car. He got out, and she gave him a hug. She was wearing high-heel shoes, tight jeans, and a thin short sleeve blouse that was perfect for the Miami weather.
Mia and Patrick walked over to the car Mia had driven. Mia popped the trunk, showed Patrick the money, and then closed it and gave him the keys to the car. The guy in the car with Mia got out and called Nico on his cell phone and was giving him a play-by-play of everything happening.
Patrick got on his cell phone, and within two minutes a young black kid who looked no older than seventeen came wheeling a forklift from inside the public storage facility and placed it on the dock right next to the tractor-trailer.
Out of nowhere unmarked FBI and DEA cars swarmed on the scene, as did marked and unmarked local police cars. Within two minutes a helicopter was also hovering over the facility.
Within seconds, Mia, her male accomplice, Patrick, the young forklift driver, and the tractor-trailer driver were all on the ground and in handcuffs.
DEA agents locked down the public storage facility and searched every inch of it with drug-sniffing dogs.
As soon as Nico heard the sirens, he knew they had been busted. But in the federal agents’ haste to get to the crime scene when Gosling gave the order, the agents who had been assigned to watch Nico forgot about him and raced to the crime scene.
Nico had no idea that he had been followed, but he’d started up his car and got out of Dodge as quick as he could. He knew not to venture past the public storage facility.