Gangsta Twist 3 (26 page)

Bob couldn't believe how all of a sudden their lives could go from being content and living the way they wanted to all of the turmoil, confusion, and pain they were all now having to deal with. Sacha murdering Keno was the shock of all shockers to them all; then Mama-Mama dying in her sleep from a heart attack broke them all down in ways that none of the crew felt they would be able to bounce back from.

Now on top of all of this shit here I am about to meet with a fucking FBI agent who has been hounding me for the last two months. What the fuck else can go wrong?
he asked himself. He pulled into the parking lot of a McDonald's on the corner of Twenty-third and Broadway, the designated spot the federal agent Warren Bornstein chose for the meeting. Bob tried his best to ignore the calls from this agent. His hand was forced after receiving a threatening text from the agent saying he would be forced to raid his home along with Taz and the rest of the members of the crew if they didn't meet. To say he was scared would be straight-up lying; he was fucking terrified! The FBI didn't get at you unless they had some serious shit on you and that alone was totally terrifying. Just the thought of being taken away from his family made Bob begin to tremble in fear. After taking a few breaths Bob got out of his car and went inside of the fast food restaurant to see what this FBI agent had to say.

As soon as he was seated Special Agent Bornstein, a small white man with bright red hair and freckles all over his nose, smiled at him and said, “It's about time we met, Bob. Thank you for meeting me today.”

Ignoring the agent's outstretched hand Bob said, “Whatever. You need to skip the weak shit and get right to the business because the next time we speak my attorney will be speaking for me.”

The agent laughed and said, “I doubt that, but okay, tough guy, I'll get right to it then. Six years ago there were seven people murdered in Brooklyn, New York, at an Urban Style clothing store. I have proof that you and your crew were the people who murdered those seven people. But I'm here to offer you a chance to miss those seven murder charges that will definitely give you a life sentence, and save yourself.”

Bob started laughing though inside he was scared to death, petrified actually.
Fuck!
“First off, me and my crew as you called my friends don't do murders so I don't know what the fuck you are talking about. Second, I've never been up top to New York in my life.”

“If you say so. Then my key witness against you, Athony McGhee, must be lying when he told us that he helped you get well by providing medical attention for you when you were shot in the shootout in Brooklyn six years ago. Athony seemed to recall very detailed information about that day. He also gave me some serious information about a man named William Hunter.”

“Who?”

“Oh, excuse me, you most likely knew him as Won.”

“I can tell by your shocked expression that you now have a very good idea where I'm headed with this. Let me continue so the picture can be crystal clear for you, Bob. Athony McGee, aka Magoo, worked for Won for several years doing different things for him. Everything from running heroin to cocaine to murder on the East Coast with his Bronx Bloods connections. Won was rumored to be a high-ranking official of a criminal organization called the Network. Though the Network is in fact real, people in law enforcement never were able to get any real proof that this criminal organization really existed. That is until Athony McGhee or as you know him, Magoo, was captured for four murders in Yonkers six months ago. Since then he has given us some valuable information about this somewhat mythical criminal entity.

“After doing my homework I found out that Won was found murdered in his home six years ago. When I brought this to Magoo's attention he told me an interesting story about how Won was beefing internally with the Network's leaders and was involved in an intricate plan to take over leadership of the Network. But he was murdered before that could happen. What makes this Mario Puzo–like is that Won made sure that if something happened to him before he could take over the Network that his protégé would take the helm of the criminal organization. And that protégé of his is your main man Taz. Since we've been watching you guys we've had time to check Taz out as well as each member of your crew. Tari Winston, a drop-dead gorgeous Amazon-like white woman. Billy Joe Trent, aka Wild Bill, a short man known to be very violent yet he's never been arrested for any crimes. Robert Burns, aka Red, a calm and cool-mannered big man known as serious muscle for Taz and your crew. And of course you, Bob, the somewhat wild man of the crew who has calmed greatly since being shot and the birth of your children, Bob Jr. and Gwendolyn, named after your lovely wife six years ago.

“A lot sure happened six years ago in you guys' lives I'll tell you that. And we also know of the two members of your crew who were murdered in you guys' beef with the Hoover Crips of Oklahoma City. Quite a bloody war that one was I might say. Now see I have the facts but what I don't have is the proof of the Network's real existence, or what they're currently into. The rumors float from drugs, murder, extortion, all types of things. What I want is proof, proof of what they are into so that can lead to proof of their existence. And you, Bob, my friend, are going to get me all the proof I need.”

Bob started laughing nervously and asked, “Really? And how are you going to make me get you this proof of all of this fairytale gangsta story this Magoo guy has given you?”

“I figured you would try this tactic and normally it would work but you see, Bob, I do have some proof. I have proof that you were at that clothing store in Brooklyn. See if what Magoo said was true about you being shot in that shootout in the clothing store that means your DNA was left on the scene of those seven murders. So all I have to do is have your DNA taken and see if it matches any of the DNA found on that particular crime scene. Once I get a match that places you in New York, the state you said you've never been, that along with Magoo's testimony and I can pretty much promise you it would be over for you, Bob. Circumstantial, yes; but still enough to get a conviction and a life sentence for you.”

Bob stared at the little FBI agent and wanted to reach across the small table and wring his fucking neck.
Fuck! All because I didn't wear that fucking vest. No, all because of that rat
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ass fucking Magoo. Fuck!
Bob said to himself.

Sensing that he had definitely reached Bob the agent smiled and said, “You can give me the proof I want about the Network and assist me in bringing down this infamous criminal organization and be able to keep your freedom and all of your riches. You're quite wealthy, Bob. I'm sure you don't want to lose all of that for being loyal to people who I'm sure if were in your shoes would give you up in a heartbeat. So, what is it going to be?”

“Don't call me, I'll call you. I need time to think about this shit. My wife already thinks I'm having a fucking affair with your fucking calls so stop.”

“Done. Just don't have me waiting too long. If you do you won't be called; we'll be coming to get you. And if you're thinking about warning your leader Taz then know I will go all out to get you that life sentence for those seven murders in New York. Don't fuck with me, Bob. Help yourself or it's over for you, pal.” With that said the agent stood and left the McDonald's with that confident smile still in place.

All of this shit that was going on in their lives and now this had to be added, too.
Shit. Beefing with Danny Orumutto in California. Beefing with Saint Tramon on that council business. Sacha's and Taz's drama as far as their relationship and the murder of Keno. Mama-Mama dying and now having to bury her in a few days and now on top of all of that shit the Feds are all over me wanting me to turn fucking snitch to bring down the Network. What the fuck am I going to do? This is truly a nightmare turned reality,
Bob said to himself as he got up and went to the counter and ordered a Big Mac combo. He thought better whenever he was eating and right about now he knew he needed to think very seriously about this situation. Because crossing Taz and the crew meant instant death.
Fuck!