A Gangsta Twist Saga (16 page)

“I don't know, Bob. Don't you think that we're moving kind of fast here?”

“Baby, I don't give a damn about nothing but you. I love you, and I want to be with you. I want to wake up and see you sleeping in our bed. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Gwen. Let's start with this, and once we've kicked it for a minute, let's make it official.”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Bob?”

“You damn skippy! I love you and I want you to be wifey.”

With a smile on her face, Gwen said, “All right, babe, we can do this. I'll move in with you, and then we'll see if this is as special as we both seem to think. But I have a question that I want to ask you first.”

“What's up?”

“I'm curious as to why you always have to go out of town so unexpectedly. What's up with the trips and shit, babe?”

“It's business, baby, that's all. We be having to go take care of certain things.”

“So, why is it always a different place?”

“Look, you have to understand that our business ventures are spread all over the place. We're a team, and it takes all of our manpower to be able to deal with everything we have on our plates.”

Shaking her head slowly, Gwen asked, “What exactly do y'all be doing out of town, Bob?”

“It depends. Sometimes there's business meetings that we have to attend, or sometimes we have to go look at several different sites that we're trying to acquire—business shit, baby. Now, what's up? Are you moving in with me or what?”

This slick, sexy-ass nigga of mines thinks he has all of the answers. Humph! He's forgotten that I'm a fucking psychiatrist. I'll let him off the hook for now, but sooner or later I'm going to find out exactly what the fuck they're into,
she said to herself. She smiled at Bob and said, “Yeah, babe, we can do it. I love you, and I want to be with you just as much as you want to be with me.” She took off her blouse and said, “Now, come here and let me show you how much I love you.”

“Now, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!” he said as he slid into her arms.

Taz and Sacha had spent the entire day together shopping. Now that they were finally finished, all Taz wanted to do was to go back to his house and relax and chill. But Sacha was in the mood for more. “Baby, we should go out to the club tonight,” she said as she climbed inside of Taz's truck.

“For what? To look at the same old tired-ass niggas and shit? Nah, I'm good with that one, Li'l Mama,” he said as he turned on the ignition.

Pouting, she said, “Come on, baby, it'll be fun. We haven't been out in a while. I'll call Gwen, and get her and Bob to go, and we'll have a nice evening.”

“Why can't you just have them come on over to the house so we could chill out there?”

“'Cause that's no fun, baby! Let's go out and have some fun and drink and stuff,” Sacha whined.

Taz sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot of the mall, and said, “If you want to go out that bad, I ain't trippin', Li'l Mama. But I'm going to have to see what Keno, Red, Bo-Pete, and Wild Bill are gettin' into. I never go to the club without all of my niggas with me.”

“Why?”

“Security reasons, Li'l Mama. Beef never dies.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Let's just say that there are some people in this town that don't love Taz. And for that reason, I never go to any clubs without my niggas.”

“But what if they don't want to go out?”

“Then neither am I.”

“So, you're telling me that if your boys don't want to go out, then you're not going to go out with me?”

“Don't make this out to be somethin' against you, Li'l Mama, 'cause it ain't. It's just how I get down. Please don't try to make me go against the way I've been living for years.”

“But that's so unfair, Taz!”

“Not really, baby, 'cause I don't really want to go to the club, anyway. The only reason why I gave in was because it seemed like you had your heart set on going out tonight.”

“Anyway, go on and call Keno and the rest of your niggas, 'cause I'm trying to go out, and I want my man with me,” she said sarcastically.

Taz smiled but said nothing as he grabbed his cell and called Keno. When Keno answered his cell, he said, “What up, dog?”

“What's good, my nigga?” replied Keno.

“Ain't shit. Just finished doing some shopping with Sacha. I'm on my way to the pad now. What you got planned for tonight?”

“Not much as of right now. I was thinking about rollin' by the club later on to see what was poppin'. What's with you?”

“Sacha wants to hit the club, so I was checkin' to see if y'all wanted to roll.”

“I'm with it. It don't seem like there's much else to get into tonight. I'll get at Red and 'em, and I'll get back at you by the time you get to the pad.”

“That's straight. Oh, and Sacha thanks you.”

“For what?”

“Never mind, my nigga. I'll tell you about it later. Out!”

Sacha was just about to say something slick when for the second time that day she noticed that there was a black Altima following them. She turned a little in her seat so she could get a clear view in the rearview mirror on the side of Taz's truck. When she saw the Altima slow down a little and let a few cars get in front of it, she was positive that they were being followed. “Taz, I think someone has been following us.”

“What? What are you talkin' 'bout Li'l Mama?” he asked as he checked his rearview mirror.

“About three cars back is an all-black Altima. I could have sworn I seen that same car as we left Crossroads Mall a few hours ago. I just noticed it again as we pulled out of Penn Square.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay, let's see then,” Taz said as he accelerated. His truck gave a slight lurch as the speed increased from forty-five miles per hour to sixty quickly. He made a left turn onto May Avenue and slowed down a little as they came close to Sixty-third Street. “Don't look over your shoulder, Li'l Mama, but tell me, do you still see the car you was talkin' 'bout?”

Sacha checked the rearview mirror again and said, “Yep, about two cars back.”

Taz slowed down and pulled into the parking lot of a Blockbuster Video store and hopped out of his truck. As he strolled slowly toward Blockbuster, he saw the black Altima pull into the parking lot of Ted's Mexican restaurant across the street. Taz turned around and stepped quickly back to the truck. Once he was back inside, he started the truck and said, “You're right, Li'l Mama. It looks like we do have a tail. Now, let's see who the fuck this is following us.”

“H—how are you going to do that, baby?” she asked nervously.

“Don't trip, Li'l Mama. Everything is going to be all right,” Taz said confidently as he picked up his cell and quickly dialed. A few seconds later he said, “Check this out, Won. I done picked me up a tail, O.G.”

“Is that right? How long have you had it?”

“I'm not knowing exactly. At least a few hours.”

“And you're just now getting at me?”

“Shit, I just figured it out.”

“You're slippin', Babyboy. Can you get me the license plate number?”

“Yeah, I got 'em. GVM 214, Oklahoma tags.” He had locked it into his memory as he walked back toward his truck when they were in the Blockbuster parking lot.

“All right, take 'em around the City for a li'l ride while I get on it. I'll hit you back in a minute.”

“That's straight.”

“Are you alone?”

“Nah, I got my boo with me.”

“Your
what?
Since when did you have a fuckin' boo, Babyboy?”

Laughing, Taz said, “Don't you think we could get into that a li'l later, O.G.? This does need to be handled.”

“My bad, Babyboy! Out!” Won said and hung up.

After Taz had closed his phone, Sacha asked, “Who is Won, baby?”

“A real good friend of mine.” Before Sacha could ask him another question, he reopened his cell and called Keno back. When Keno answered his phone, Taz quickly told him about his tail and said, “I'm waiting on Won to get back at me now. After that, I'll hit you and we'll see what's what.”

“How are we going to put something down when you got Sacha with you?” asked Keno.

“Don't trip. If we have to put a demo down, I'm going to go drop her back off at the mall. Then, I'll have Red or Bo-Pete come scoop her up while we handle this shit. For now, just stand by, my nigga.”

“Gotcha,” Keno said before hanging up.

After listening to what Taz had just told Keno, Sacha's heart rate seemed to increase rapidly. “Baby, what are you planning on doing?”

Taz stared at her briefly and said, “Whatever I have to do, Li'l Mama.”

His comment was made so coldly that Sacha felt like she didn't even know the man that was sitting next to her.

Taz's cell rang just as he was getting onto the highway. “Talk to me, O.G.”

“Babyboy, are you doing anything outta the normal out there?”

“Nah, why?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I'm sure. What's up?”

“You got the suits on your ass. That's a government vehicle. Now tell me, what the fuck's going on?”

“I'm tellin' you, O.G., I ain't doing shit! You know I don't get down like that. For what, some crumbs? This is some straight bullshit, Won!” Taz yelled with panic in voice.

“Calm down, Babyboy! Just relax. Go on and head to the house, and give me a call when you get there. We'll figure this shit out and put a stop to whatever the fuck is going on.”

“Nah, fuck that, O.G.! I gots me a lawyer with me right fuckin' now, and I'm about to see what the fuck is crackin'! Exactly who the fuck is this? DEA or the FEDs?”

“The FEDs.”

“All right, cool. I'll hit you back in a li'l bit.”

“What the fuck are you about to do, Babyboy?”

“What needs to be done. Out!” Taz turned toward Sacha as he pulled off of the highway and said, “Li'l Mama, those are federal agents following us. Why? I do not know. But I'm about to find the fuck out. I need you to represent me. Are you cool with that?”

“You know I am, baby, but business hours are over. How are you going to get in contact with anyone?”

“Sit back and watch,” he said confidently as he drove toward the headquarters of the FBI in Oklahoma City.

Taz pulled his truck into the parking lot of 50 Penn Place Mall. He smiled when he saw the shocked expression on the face of the driver of the black Altima as they passed by him on their way into the mall. Fifty Penn Place was not only an exclusive mall, but it also held the offices of the FBI.

Taz led Sacha to the elevator, and they quickly rode it to the third floor. When they stepped off of the elevator, Taz went straight to the receptionist's desk and said, “I'd like to speak to the duty officer, please.”

“May I ask your name and reason, sir?” asked the receptionist.

“My name is Taz Good, and I'm here to find out exactly why your fucking federal agents have been following me!”

“Please, calm down, sir! There's no need for profanity.”

“Fuck you! Get the fuckin' duty officer out here right fuckin' now!” he screamed.

The shocked receptionist quickly picked up the phone and called someone. A minute after she had hung up the phone, two white federal agents came into the waiting area.

“What seems to be the problem, Silvia?” asked one of the agents.

“This gentleman has come in here demanding to see you, sir. He seems to be very upset about someone following him.”

The duty officer stepped toward Taz and said, “Hello, sir. My name is Agent Frank Johns. I'm the duty officer for today. How may I be of assistance?”

Taz took a deep breath to calm himself and said, “Look. I just figured out that I'm being followed by one of your agents, and I want to know why. I do not indulge in any form of illegal activity, so there should be no reason for this bullshit!”

“Please, calm down, sir! Maybe there's some misunderstanding. How do you know that it's one of our agents that is following you?”

Taz smiled and said, “Because I'm a nigga that is not to be fucked with. I have friends in very high fuckin' places. That's how I know. I had the license plate checked, and it came back to you all. So, like I said, I want to know why you got your people following me!”

“You need to watch your mouth, young man!” the other agent said to Taz.

“Man, fuck you! I'm grown! I have my attorney here with me just in case y'all want to try some bullshit. But I want some answers. And if I don't get them, I promise you that on Monday morning, there's going to be a lot of media in this bitch, 'cause I'm going to use everything in my power to put on a show this city hasn't seen since the muthafuckin' bombing in '94!”

Agent Johns stared at Taz briefly, and for some reason he took Taz's threats seriously.
This guy is too damn confident. He's not bluffing,
he thought to himself. “Please, come into my office so we can see if we can figure this out.”

They followed the agents back into the inner offices of the FBI.

Sacha couldn't believe that Taz was talking to these people that way. She was excited both by how her man was checking these people and at the fact that he was showing no sign of fear whatsoever. She was actually getting turned on by his tirade.

After they were seated in Agent Johns's office, Sacha said, “My name is Sacha Carbajal. I work for Whitney & Johnson, and as you've already been told, I'm representing Mr. Good here.”

“That's fine, Miss Carbajal. If you two would give me a moment, I need to contact my superiors. Hopefully we'll be able to find something out.” Agent Johns then made a few phone calls and spoke to a couple of different people. After about ten minutes, he finally hung up with his last call and said, “Mr. Good, may I ask what you do for a living?”

Taz looked across at Sacha, and she gave him a nod of her head, giving him her consent to answer the question.

“I'm part owner in several small food chains here in Oklahoma City. I own over forty homes here, also.”

“And that is your main source of income, sir?”

Taz smiled and said, “That's my only income.”

“Have you ever been arrested, Mr. Good?”

“Nope.”

“I see. Okay, here it is, sir. We have received information that you're involved in drugs. We admit that we have checked you and your background thoroughly, and you are clean. At least it looks that way. But the information we received came from a valuable witness, so we had to take it seriously. I've been told by my superior to inform you that we are backing off of this part of the investigation, and that you have our word that for now you will not be followed by anyone from our offices.”

Sacha started to speak, but Taz interrupted her. “So, you're telling me that someone told you I was a dope boy?”

“Yes, sir, that's exactly what I'm telling you.”

“And you believed him just because he's a valuable snitch? Y'all gots to be outta your fuckin' minds!”

“Come on, Taz. Calm down. There's no need to get too crazy. They're backing off for now, and that's all that matters. I'll check into this deeper on Monday. At least we've accomplished something out of this trip,” Sacha said wisely.

Taz, whose thoughts were on who could have been telling the FEDs that he was a drug dealer, wasn't really paying any attention to her. He was too busy wracking his brain. After a few minutes, he snapped back to reality and said, “All right, I can accept that. But I'm telling you, I've never in my life sold any fuckin' dope. And if you really check deep into my past, you'll know why. I despise dope boys and anyone who deals with them.”