Wifey: Part 2

Jasmine stopped the playback and took a sip of her margarita.

“That’s Black Justice.” She reached in her bag, put an ounce of cocaine on the table, and pushed it across the table to Gosling. “I made that purchase from him, which by the way, you need to reimburse me for, and I got him on tape basically admitting that he got the New Rochelle cops in his hip pocket.”

Gosling smiled a huge smile because he definitely wasn’t expecting the kind of bombshell like the one Jasmine had just dropped on him.

“Wow! Excellent work, Jasmine! This is powerful, very powerful. Much more than I was expecting.”

“I know what I’m doing out here. But I just have to say this, and I need you to really hear me. You need to talk to Agent Battle or whoever you got to talk to and get me that apartment ASAP. I mean, on one hand you tell me that under no circumstances am I to fuck anybody, and I’m good with that. But, on the other hand, I need the right tools. I mean, I was going everywhere with Black Justice. He was parading me around town like he was my man and shit. He drove me past one of his stash houses, and he even had me all up inside his own house and all that. So it gets to the point where him or any nigga is gonna want the pussy.”

“Please tell me you didn’t go there, Jasmine.”

“No, I didn’t. But what I’m saying is, if I had my own spot, I could control the rules of the game better.”

“Give me three days, and you’ll have the apartment.”

Now that she was giving the FBI what they wanted, it made it much easier for them to give her what she wanted. Gosling was certain that Agent Battle would finally sign off on the apartment paperwork.

“So you said you know about a stash house?”

Jasmine nodded as she ate some more of her food.

“Did you actually go inside the stash house?”

“No, but I’m confident that it really was his stash house. He runs his mouth like a chick, I swear to God.” She chuckled.

Gosling nodded in contemplation.

“What are you thinking about?”

Gosling ignored Jasmine’s question, shaking his head.

Jasmine then let him have it for not letting her know that the phone he had given her had a North Carolina number, but Gosling insisted that he had informed her of that fact.

“You didn’t,” she said emphatically.

Gosling didn’t fight with her.

“Well, anyway, I did what you told me to do. I made the first purchase and set it up where you are my man from North Carolina and you’re looking to buy nine kilos. I also told him you got all the colleges in North Carolina on smash.”

“So do you think he would meet with me, or does he want everything to go through you?”

“No, he trusts me. But if we don’t meet with him soon that could spook him, and he’ll think I’m bullshitting.”

“Okay, so nine kilos?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re talking several hundred thousand dollars.”

“And?”

“What I’m getting at is, there is a process before I can get that kind of cash allocated to me.”

“Oh, my fuckin’ god!”

“We can get the money, but we need some time.”

Jasmine shook her head. “And meanwhile he’s going to keep pushing up on me, trying to fuck me.”