Most Wanted (3 page)

“You a rider, huh?” Warren huffed as he rammed me harder and harder.

“Fuck yeah!” I belted out. “I’ma ride for you no matter what!” I promised, my words coming out choppy from being rammed so hard. The words may have been choppy, but they were so sincere coming out of my mouth.

“No matter what?” he repeated for assurance.

“No matter what! I swear!” I yelled as he went crazy digging into me harder and harder. The next thing I knew, Warren was exploding inside of my pussy.

“Agggh,” he panted. He even climaxed calmly. I almost collapsed onto the floor of the shower. He had made me fucking weak in the knees. Warren laughed at me again. He extended his hand to help me get up.

“I done wore that pussy out, huh?” he joked.

That was for damned sure. He had worn my pussy and my entire body out. I looked at him and slapped him on his ass playfully. “Don’t be so confident,” I told him. But he and I both knew he was right. I was done after those two nuts. Warren seemed like he still had all of his damn energy. I hated that. His dick was even still hard. One day I promised to fuck him until that dick couldn’t get hard anymore.

“Get ya mind right, G-money. We gotta wash our asses and get out of here. We got some business to take care of... right, ride or die?” he told and asked all in one. I smiled at that man. I was all in by then.

“Right,” I said with renewed spirit. I collected myself and we soaped each other’s bodies. When I touched his dick, I was tempted to fuck him again, but I knew we had something very important to do. We got out of the shower, dried off, and went back into the bedroom.

For some reason, while I began picking out my outfit, the seriousness of our mission started settling in my mind. I guess it was the same for Warren. We got dressed in complete silence. It seemed like neither one of us wanted to be the first to speak about the task at hand. I know for me I was thinking about all kinds of negative shit that could happen. I kept my thoughts inside, though. Like he had told me earlier, I wasn’t trying to speak no negative shit into existence. That still didn’t change the fact that I was fucking thinking all kinds of crazy negative shit. At one point, I even had to shake my head to try to get those funky thoughts to go away. Regardless of how tentative I was feeling, I still got all pretty, like Warren had told me to do. We smiled at each other nervously as we passed one another to finish up. There was a lot of nervous tension in the room. I know for me, I had butterflies like a muthafucka, but I was hiding it. Warren and I put on our clothes—him a pair of dark blue True Religion jeans, a Hundreds T-shirt, and his beige Louboutin sneakers. I put on a Bebe maxi dress that was simple but close fitting so it hugged my shape. I topped it all off with some BCBG espadrilles and an Yves Saint Laurent clutch. Warren and I put on our matching his and hers oyster shell Gucci shades and headed out of his house hand in hand. Although I was nervous like hell, I still felt like the luckiest girl in the world that day. Just being with the one you love had a way of making you feel like that. Too bad I was none the wiser that the luck would run out quicker than I thought.

“You the baddest bitch in DC when you get dressed,” Warren complimented. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I had to admit, I wasn’t so damn shabby. I cleaned up nicely. My long, flowing, dark auburn hair was always perfectly coiffed. My caramel skin was blemish free, and I always received compliments on my chestnut brown, almond eyes. I knew I was an exotic beauty and so did Warren.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” I joked. He wasn’t that cute in the face, but he was damn sure a clean-ass nigga when it came to putting his wears together. Warren and I had a laugh as we climbed into his champagne-colored Suburban. The truck was just one of his many new toys. I was nervous, but I masked it behind my shades. We drove for a few minutes in silence.

Before I knew it, we were heading onto the highway. I guess Warren could feel my nerves in the air.

“It’s all good, G-money. Everything gon’ be a’ight, baby girl. I bet you that. We on our way to making it out of the game and way the fuck away from the hood. That’s my word,” Warren had said. Not even ten minutes had passed since the words had left his mouth. It seemed like as soon as we got on the highway with those fucking guns in the car, I saw the flashing lights behind us. I almost died of a heart attack.

“Oh, my God, Warren! Are they pulling us over?!” I exclaimed as I saw more and more cars with blue and red flashing lights coming out of the woodwork and surrounding us. My head whipped from side to side. Full-on panic set in on me and I swear I felt a little bit of piss leak out of my bladder. Me looking pretty in the front seat of the car like Warren had suggested didn’t deter the Jake from pulling us over one bit like Warren had thought it would.

“Fuck!” Warren hissed. It took him a few minutes before he stopped the car. I guess he saw the look of terror on my face and decided not to try to outrun the cops. Besides, there would’ve been nowhere for him to run. There had to be at least ten black unmarked police vehicles surrounding us within no time.

“Warren, what is happening?! Oh, my God . . . you promised!” I screamed as my door was yanked open.

“That fucking Ant must’ve set me up! I’m sorry, G-money!” was the last thing Warren said to me before he had also been yanked out of the vehicle and thrown to the ground facedown. The entire scene was surreal. I felt like I was in a bad dream. Those fucking pigs had no sympathy or mercy for me. They didn’t care that I was in a dress, heels, or anything. I was thrown to the ground on my stomach just the same as if I were a fucking dude. My dress had blown up around my waist and all of my ass was on display. All I had on was a thong. I couldn’t even pull my dress down because these bastards had my hands pulled behind my back in cuffs.

“Nice ass,” one of those bastards said as I lay flat on my stomach completely fucking humiliated by all of their gawking eyes. Not to mention the eyes of all the cars that passed. There was so much rubbernecking so nosey people could see us on display out there. I was so mad at Warren for putting me in that position. What would my mother think of her only child going to jail for trafficking guns?! That was the only thought that ran through my mind. With my face planted in the dirt, I had immediately noticed that it wasn’t just any routine police stop. I had heard enough hood legend stories to know this was the feds who had knocked us, especially judging from all the acronyms I read on the backs of their dark raid jackets—FBI, ATF, and DEA, to name a few.

“G-money! Don’t tell them shit! Don’t let them try to trick you!” Warren had yelled at me as he was roughly hoisted up from the ground and thrown in the back of another black vehicle.

I didn’t want to hear shit from him right then. In fact, I wanted to punch him in the fucking face for lying to me. The nerve of him to say this now! He had put my whole fucking life at risk. Warren had promised me that it would all be fine. He was so fucking sure that me being in the car would serve a greater good. I let that money and that good dick seduce me into being a straight-up dumb bitch to fall for that bullshit. I should have trusted my first instinct that told me,
Hell no, that shit is just a dumbass theory.

I bit down into my bottom lip and tasted the dirt from the ground. That was where my life was at the moment—in the fucking dirt. I was sure Warren had money to pay lawyers, but me, little old Gianna Baker, girl from the hood who depended totally on her dude, didn’t have shit. I realized then that everything I had on, all of the name-brand clothes, bags, shoes, where I lived, what I ate every day, all depended on Warren. I didn’t have one red penny of my own saved. Even my fate now in this situation would depend on him. All I could do was cry just thinking about the entire situation. I knew my mother definitely didn’t have shit herself. Shit, she was living off of me and Warren since I had been dating him. The situation was more grave than I could’ve ever imagined when Warren had asked me to do it.

Finally, it was my turn to be moved. I was never happier to be picked up out of the dirt. I was grabbed up off the ground roughly. At least one of the females on the scene did have the decency to pull my dress down. She couldn’t save me from being roughly thrown into a vehicle with handcuffs digging into my wrists, though. As they were about to close the door of the car I was put in, I heard one of the feds yell out, “We found them! We found all of them!” I just closed my eyes at that point. I knew they had found the guns. I could’ve never imagined what kind of guns they were or how serious this shit really was until I heard them again. “Oh, and bonus! There are drugs in here too! These motherfuckers are going to burn.”

Those words were like someone taking a dagger to my heart. Warren had lied to me. He had promised me that it would be all right, but he betrayed me. As if the guns weren’t bad enough, Warren had drugs in the car too. I felt physically and mentally exhausted as those pigs drove me away from the scene in their spooky black unmarked car. They talked much shit for the entire ride. They were saying things like, “I guess your boyfriend threw you to the wolves,” and “Well, take in as much of this daylight as you can, because you might not ever see the light of day again.” I knew they were just trying to shake my resolve, and trust me, that shit was working like a charm.

I
didn’t see Warren in person anymore after he’d been shoved into the other unmarked car. After a long car ride filled with jeers and taunts from the feds, I was whisked into a nondescript brick building, escorted onto an elevator that stopped on the tenth floor, and led down a long, scary hallway. At the end of the long hallway were several silver steel doors. The two agents who were handling me used a ring of keys to open one of the doors. My heart was hammering as I was placed in a drab room with gray walls, one steel table, and two steel chairs. The room smelled like stale bread and disinfectant. The scent immediately settled at the back of my throat and threatened to make me hurl. Warren and I were separated into different parts of the building. I knew this because I asked for him and that was the answer I had been given.

Before I knew it, hours had passed. Of course, I had no sense of the time. The only way I knew it had been hours was because my stomach was growling like a motherfucker. During my time in that tiny, claustrophobic-ass room, those fucking feds had raked me over the coals. They finally had me to the point where I had broken. I was hungry, I had a headache, and I was scared. Not to mention I was confused and I just wanted to go the fuck home. I could fully understand how and why people gave false confessions just to get out of those severe interrogations. After I had been there for what seemed like forever, the snakes had started telling me that Warren was turning on me.

“He is singing like a bird.... He is blaming you for everything.... He is ready to make a deal that would put this all on you.” Their words were swirling around in my head like the center of the Bermuda Triangle. I couldn’t tell what was truth or fiction. The starvation had my brain on slow motion and I couldn’t think. Still, I held my resolve.

“I don’t fucking believe that. Warren would never do that to me,” I’d hissed at them. They wouldn’t relent. Then came the fucking icing on the cake. I could never forget when a fat, white agent with a Kojak shiny-ass bald head came into the room I was in. He held something in his hand. I eyed him suspiciously as he bent down and whispered something into the ear of the male agent who had been interrogating me. They both looked at me. Their expressions were stony.

“We have something we want you to see, Gianna. We want you to know the truth . . . we have no reason to lie to you,” the bald guy said, his tone was like he was about to announce a death. He set the old clunky laptop he’d been holding down in front of me. No one said a word. He set up the screen, pressed a button, and Warren’s face came into focus right before my eyes. “I’m telling you . . . she asked me to take her to meet a friend. I had no idea what was in the car,” Warren was saying. I felt a sharp pain in my chest like someone had stuck their hand inside my chest and was squeezing my heart. I was blinking rapidly, that much I could tell. “She’s a chick I was sleeping with, man. It wasn’t like that between us at all. She was messing with some other dude who ran guns, but the sex was good so I kept messing with her,” Warren said. I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes. In fact, I didn’t believe my eyes because the camera seemed to be fuzzy and his voice was different. Warren had denied that he knew about the fucking guns at all and blamed all that shit on me. It couldn’t be real. It had to be some trickery on the part of those feds. But what the fuck did I know at that time? I was so flabbergasted after watching the video, I had thrown up right on the floor of the interrogation room. “See, Gianna. You better start talking and try to save yourself.”

Finally, I told them I was ready to talk. But when the time really came for me to give my official statement, I had been scared to death and apprehensive. I was having second thoughts like a motherfucker. Snitching was a cardinal sin.

“Sign here,” the Casper-the-friendly-ghost-looking ATF agent had said as he slid some paperwork in front of me. I squinted my eyes into little dashes and pursed my lips evilly at him. I was going through another bout of flip-flopping feelings. One minute I felt like the feds were on my side and trying to help me. The next minute, I felt like they were trying to set me up and get me to snitch on my man. The pale, white ATF agent in front of me had acted like a cocky piece of shit the whole time I had been there. I didn’t like him. I rolled my eyes at him and folded my arms defiantly. I wasn’t doing shit for him. My mind had changed so many times I didn’t know if I was coming or going. Even if the video of Warren was real, that still didn’t mean I had to stoop as low as he did and tell them pigs shit.

“Well, you agreed to give us the statement, didn’t you? You have to give it to us in writing. We have to make sure what you tell us is true and that we can find you when it’s time for you to testify against your little thug boyfriend,” the agent continued, sliding the paperwork even closer to me. I wanted to jump up and slap the shit out of him. I was a complete emotional wreck. I felt stinky and dirty. I had hardly anything to eat but the chips and soda they’d finally given me. It was bad enough they had pulled us from Warren’s car like we were fucking terrorists, now they had me trapped in a fucking room with really no fucking choice but to give them what they wanted. I closed my eyes and rocked back and forth. I was really caught up. I hated Warren so much at that moment. He had never loved me at all is what was racing through my mind. I put my head down on the table. My entire skull ached. The pain I felt in my head was worse than a migraine. I just really wanted to go home to my mother at that point.

“I know it’s not easy to turn in your boyfriend, Gianna, but trust me . . . woman-to-woman. I’ve seen hundreds of girls get stiff sentences refusing to tell on their men. But, let me just tell you, while those poor girls do ten or more years in a federal penitentiary, their so-called men, who they sacrificed their freedom for, move on to the next chick and live happily ever after,” the female ATF agent chimed in, moving so that she was sitting right next to me. I lifted my head up and looked at her. She was making sense. Her voice was also soft and comforting. More comforting than that fucking white prick partner of hers. The female agent wore a sympathetic look on her face. She was a black chick, fairly young, and surprisingly I felt a little sense of trust toward her. She placed her hand on my shoulder like a mother would her own child. Tears immediately started running down my face. This was some real bullshit I was in.

“I know it hurts, but think about the fact that he put you in this position in the first place. If what you told us so far was true about how you got into this mess. What man would risk his woman’s freedom for guns? A woman he was supposed to love so much. That’s not love, Gianna. Trust me, I wouldn’t steer you wrong. As a woman, you have to look out for yourself in this situation. Just being in that car you are being considered as an accessory to some serious gun-trafficking charges. Not to mention the amount of drugs that were in the car. You could be facing some real hard time in a federal prison, very far away from your family,” the female agent said, her tone soft and endearing. She was laying it on thick, though. I thought I could actually see the judge banging the gavel, sealing my fate. I put my hands on my head and grabbed handfuls of my hair between my fingers. I just wanted to scream and pull every strand of hair from my head. It was too much to think about. If Warren was in front of me right then, I knew I could have actually clawed his eyeballs out with my bare hands. I hated him! I had started to really think about what she was telling me. It’s not like I had not heard of chicks in the hood getting the criminal justice book thrown at them, doing mad time, while I witnessed their dudes shitting on them in the streets. Some of them had even given birth behind bars, and those bastard ass niggas wouldn’t even take the babies after the girls gave birth. Thinking about that made me shake my head, but I was still hesitant about cooperating. I felt like the only Sammy the Bull right then.

“Think about it, Gianna. Think about your own future. Think about how he used you. Don’t think about Warren the so-called boyfriend who lied to you and told you he loved you; think about Warren the drug and gun dealer. You better seriously put yourself first in this situation, because trust me, sweetheart, he is over there singing like a blue jay and he ain’t singing the let Gianna go free song,” she’d said with feeling. I believed at that moment that she was really looking out for me. I had never considered that she was just trying to get her case against Warren. I lowered my eyes thinking about the decision I had to make to give a full written statement against Warren. It fucking wasn’t easy. My stomach had started cramping and all. Basically, I had to decide whether I was going to snitch on my man to save my own ass or take a chance with him letting me take the fall. Although I was so in love at the time that I didn’t think Warren would leave me for dead like that, I couldn’t be sure, judging by how many bitches had been calling me on a daily basis saying they were with Warren. All kinds of shit started popping up to the surface of my mind. I guess you could say I didn’t really trust him that much, not enough to put my own freedom on the line. I was so fucking mad at Warren for even putting me in that position. I mean, he had always been smarter than that. Finally, I threw my hands up in surrender.

“Here . . . just sign the agreement, Gianna. I wouldn’t let you do anything that wasn’t in your best interest. Us females have to stick together,” the female agent pressed when she saw me starting to look a little bit like I’d turn Warren in. She continued to wear that soft look on her face like she truly sympathized with me. I was torn, but I also wanted to go home. I thought about how it would have killed my mother to find out that I was behind bars. Finally, I had decided it was Warren or me, bottom line. I picked up the black pen and signed every page of that fucking confidential informant paperwork. I felt much lighter as I did it too. I guess securing my own freedom had a way of taking a weight off of a person. I had sat there and told those fucking feds as much as I thought I knew about Warren’s business . . . which admittedly wasn’t much. I had even made some shit up just so I could get released faster. I figured the sweeter I made my cooperation seem, the faster I’d get the fuck out.

It had worked. I was brought before a federal magistrate judge the next day and released like nothing had ever happened. I had run from that fucking courthouse so fast it wasn’t funny. I made it back to the apartment I shared with Warren and I gathered as much shit as I could. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe I could continue living there without eventually feeling heat from Warren’s people in the street. I was sure niggas would figure out real fast that I got out too fast. My initial intention was to take the ten or twenty thousand that I knew Warren always kept stashed in shoeboxes in his closet, but as I searched his shit, I found the little black velvet bag. It was like finding a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I remember how much more my heart rate had sped up as I dumped the content of the bag into my hand. My eyes were wide like marbles as I examined the bounty.

“This muthafucka!” I had gasped as I examined the huge, beautiful, crystal-clear diamonds one by one. I had counted out twenty diamonds. They were absolutely beautiful—clear, gleaming, and flawless. “These have to be worth some fucking cake!” I had murmured to myself.

I had to sit down for a minute after finding the diamonds. Warren was into more shit than I could’ve ever imagined. Judging from those fucking diamonds, he had also been holding out on much more money than I would have ever known about too. It didn’t take long for me to decide to do what I did. At that moment, something had clicked inside of me. It was like a fight-or-flight instinct set me into motion. With those precious stones I knew I didn’t need to take any of my many shoes, clothes, and handbags with me. That stuff would’ve just weighed me down, I had reasoned. I could buy all new belongings once I had found some place that would take the diamonds off my hands. I was scared to death leaving that house with those diamonds, but there had been no looking back once I made it outside. Honestly, my initial plan was to just sell a few and keep most of them so that I could return them to Warren whenever he came home. Okay, let me stop lying. I never intended to give Warren back shit. But I really didn’t want to sell as many as I did as fast as I did. I had planned to make a new life with the stones.

Unfortunately, shit just seemed to spiral out of control. I had ended up taking the diamonds, Warren’s 9mm Glock, and the ten thousand in cash he had in the house. I left DC in the thick of the night without telling my mother at first. I knew I’d eventually go back for her, though. When I first split, I stayed in touch with her using only throwaway phones. I told her that after the close call with the arrest, I needed to get out of town for a mental break. She bought the story, which I knew she would. I had finally gotten myself into a position that I could have my mother relocated. That’s when I settled on Virginia Beach as a good place to settle down. I figured it was far enough from DC, but not so far that I’d be living in the boondocks somewhere.

The almost $250,000 I had made from selling the diamonds on the black market was gone in less than two years. After that, I was back to looking for a nigga to carry me. I guess you can say having a man take care of me was just how I was raised. The way I found Sidney was like magic. No lie, it seemed like everywhere I’d gone for a couple of weeks, I kept running into him. It was like fate kept bringing us into each other’s path. Either that or he was following me. The way Sidney said it was that he’d been looking for me all of his life.