CHAPTER THREE SEVEN #2
I was everything but cool. As soon as this shit was over, I was going straight to the house to get that contract and go to Beaumont to Sidney Taylor’s office.
“What are you looking for?”
I looked up to see my mama standing there. “I’m looking for my contract with the FBI.”
“Oh. I moved it to the filing cabinet with all the other important documents.”
I quickly stood and went to it. “What is it filed under?”
“Your name.”
I walked past her and went to my dad’s home office. She followed me, watching every move I made. “What’s wrong, SS?”
“Those fuckers tryna say that I have to do what they say, or they will arrest me for all the crimes I committed while acting as an FBI agent. I will sit in fucking jail before I roll on somebody I give a fuck about.”
“Seven, who? I don’t think anybody close to us is involved in that.”
“Well, I can’t tell you who.”
I could tell her. I just didn’t want to. When I finally found it, I pulled it, then hauled ass out of there. I yelled, “Tell Dad I went to Sidney Taylor’s office.”
“Okay,” she said with her hand to her chest.
Surprisingly, she was having a mild day.
Normally, she would have been heated just knowing they were coming after “her baby”.
She would have been trying to hop in the vehicle with me.
When I got to Highway 90 and hooked a right, I saw my dad turning on our road.
He also saw me, driving like a bat out of hell, so I knew he would be calling.
Within seconds, my phone was ringing. “Hello?”
“Where the fuck you going driving like that?”
“To Sidney Taylor’s office.”
“Is it about what I think it’s about?”
“Yes.”
“I’m right behind you. I knew those muthafuckas—”
The call ended before he could finish his sentence.
I should have left that fifty K a month right where it was.
They had to be fucking with me. Being on a case that involved PJ would get us both killed.
That was probably exactly what they wanted to happen.
No amount of money would get me to turn on my family.
The only reason I snitched on Mythic was because of what he did to me.
Although I lied about how I found out, the point was that I knew.
Evidently Courtney had dropped a dime on what he said .
. . her or Jake. Before that, I wouldn’t have agreed to that either because of his family being so close to ours.
My family thought I was stupid for snitching .
. . having interventions and shit, and my dad was going along with it like he didn’t know.
That nigga deserved an Academy Award for that shit.
When I got to Sidney Taylor’s office, I saw her getting out of her car, heading inside. She was probably in court today. I quickly hopped out of my pickup truck and approached her. The minute she saw me, she said, “Aww shit. What done happened?”
I chuckled. I guess my very presence meant trouble.
“The FBI tryna fuck with me. I brought the contract I signed. They said if I pull out now, I would have to sit in jail for the duration of it and get charged for all the crimes I committed. So I agreed to stay. Then those muthafuckas said I had to roll on my cousin. They tryna get us killed.”
She frowned. “Come inside. It’s hot as hell.”
Right after, my dad turned in the parking lot on two wheels. When Mrs. Taylor saw him, she slowly shook her head. “All we missing is those mean ass twins. Lord have mercy.”
By the time we got to her office, my dad had caught up with us. We walked in behind her and had seats in the chairs in front of her desk. I set the contract on top of it and watched her as she put glasses on and snatched the papers. She was quiet for about ten minutes.
“They can hold you in jail if you were to terminate the contract. That’s there.
However, I haven’t seen a thing about conflicts of interest or them charging you with crimes committed while under contract.
First of all, that would just be horrible police work to put you on a case that involved someone you knew. What are they trying to pull?”
Her eyebrows lifted slightly, like an epiphany had fallen from heaven. “What?” my dad asked.
“They are wanting you to go through your cousin to act like you want to be a part of that shit. He will be able to get you in faster.”
“PJ would never allow me to get in that shit.”
“PJ?” my dad asked.
“Yeah, man. He still fucking around with that shit. Mythic nor Uncle Philly must know about this.”
“How is PJ related to you?” Mrs. Taylor asked.
“Technically, he’s not. His uncle married Aunt Tiff. His mama was on Aunt Tiff’s rodeo team for years. He’s Milana’s first cousin. His dad works for the family business though.”
“Okay. I’m aware of who he is now. PJ threw me off. So he’s Philly Junior.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She huffed loudly. “This is definitely a conflict of interest. They are trying to get both of you killed. With the way this administration is, I don’t doubt that in the least. Have they done any favors for you that they could possibly renege on if we fight this?”
I lowered my head slightly. “They stopped fucking with Uncle Marcus. When I told them he was my uncle, they released him to y’all. It just took a while to get through all the ‘channels’, so they said.”
“Fuck. I’m gonna need Shy for this shit. I feel like this ain’t about you or PJ. It’s about Marcus. They already know you wouldn’t go after PJ. They are trying to get you out of the undercover assignment so they can go get Marcus.”
She put that shit together fast as hell. I never even thought about Uncle Marcus having anything to do with this. I wondered if he knew what all this was about. It seemed there was more to his ties with the cartel than any of us knew about.