Wifey: Part 2

Mia then thought about the money hidden inside her freezer. She knew she couldn’t let Nico know about it. “Do you know who was shooting?”

Nico slowly shook his head, and then he stood up from the bed. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

Mia was quiet, and so was Nico.

Mia knew Nico really well and could always read his vibes. “What you thinking about, baby? You can talk to me.”

Nico blew out air from his lungs and fell backwards on the bed, his face to the ceiling.

“I need you to go down to Miami to take care of some business for me. I’ll be down there with you as soon as I can. I gotta handle this shit in New York first, though,” Nico explained.

Mia had heard Nico talking about Miami before and knew he was starting to get a lot of money down there with the Haitians, but she didn’t know exactly what he needed her to do.

“I’m here for you, baby.” Mia got on top of him and kissed him softly on his lips and neck. She then positioned herself next to Nico and lay with her left arm draped over him. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Nico just nodded. He was worried about what his future held. For the first time in a while, he felt like his chances of being killed were much greater than his chances of being locked up, and he seriously wondered to himself if it was all worth it.

Twenty-Five

Black Justice took Jasmine along with him everywhere he went around town. It allowed her to get a ton of information to take back to Agent Gosling. Black Justice was a dream for Jasmine in terms of the way he constantly bragged and ran his mouth. He had even shown her one of his two stash houses located around the corner from New Rochelle High School.

It was getting tougher and tougher for Jasmine to keep rejecting Black Justice’s sexual advances, and she definitely used that to her advantage when it came time for her to meet up with Gosling.

Agent Gosling had actually been forced to go out of town for five days due to a death in his family. So he had to move back

his scheduled meeting with Jasmine until the day after he returned from the funeral.

Gosling couldn’t wait to meet with Jasmine, and had actually arrived twenty minutes early for their three o’clock meeting at Chipotle in downtown Brooklyn. Unfortunately for him, Jasmine didn’t share his enthusiasm, and she showed up late.

“It’s three forty,” Gosling said to Jasmine.

“Parking is crazy around here. Why did you pick this congested-ass area? And how was your funeral? Who died anyway?”

Gosling shook his head. He knew there was no use in trying to control or discipline Jasmine because she was who she was.

“It was sad. I lost my sixteen-year-old nephew. He died in a car accident.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that,” Jasmine said with genuine emotion.

Gosling thanked her, and then the two of them went to the counter and ordered food. They took their food to the seating area upstairs, so they could talk with a little more privacy.

“So I told you to give me some time, and I think you’ll be happy.”

Gosling knew that Jasmine had been spending a lot of time with Black Justice, because he had two agents follow her everywhere she went when he went out of town for the funeral.

“Talk to me.”

Jasmine pulled out her BlackBerry and she had her recorder ready to play at the point that she knew would intrigue Gosling. “Listen to this,” she said.

“New York City, you got the biggest gang in the world that you going up against, the NYPD. Them NYPD cats is forty thousand cops strong. That shit is like a small muthafuckin’ army. But out here, New Rochelle, they got their own little police department. And that shit is like fuckin’ with Boss Hog and that Dukes of Hazzard shit. You understand what I’m saying?”

“Nah, you lost me.”

“Ohhh, okay, I gotchu. So they on the payroll?”

“Exactly.”

“I got a two-year-old daughter and a four-year-old son, but word is bond, I done already put about five kids through college already. And all they daddies are cops.”