Page 3 of Dima
“That’s enough to put you away for life. We got you trafficking weapons and drugs, using stolen VINs, duplicating serial numbers, and I have the names of everyone who has lost their lives because of what you do. I could go on for days, or you can help me help you.”
“I ain’t no snitch.”
“Would you rather be someone’s bitch? Because that’s exactly what’s going to happen if you spend that kind of time inside. I’m offering you a better option; flip and go into witness protection. You disappear tonight, no jail time, and in return, you give me everything I need to take your place.”
Drill had committed so many crimes over the years he’d probably lost track, but we hadn’t. The bureau was waiting for the right time to use those crimes against him, and that time had come. I knew I couldn’t just walk into one of the most notorious gangs in this city without someone to vouch for me. Drill would do that.
“You can’t just walk in there. Guard will smell the Fed on you from a mile away. I smell it right now.”
“You better hope he doesn’t, because I am the only thing standing between you and a life sentence.”
“Why would I help you? What makes you think I am afraid to go to prison? I knew what the life came with and still took the risk. Charge me and send me back to my cell.”
“Okay, that’s your choice to make, but I won’t just be charging you.”
I took the seat across from Drill so we were eye to eye. I wanted us to be on the same level for what I was about to say next. I pulled the last piece of evidence from my back pocket and slid it across the table.
“I’ll be charging him too.”
Drill had taken his sixteen-year-old son on the last run with him. I knew he didn’t have him into any of the illegal shit, but the fact that he was there made him an accessory. He could get the same amount of time as his father.
“Now, I’m the only person that knows about this, but I will use it if I have to. Your son already has scouts looking at him from all around the country. He’s on a clear path to the NFL in a few years. I would hate for all of that to go away, but I will personally put his ass in a cell right next to yours if you don’t give me what the fuck I want.”
The conversation between us had turned into an angry whisper because I truly was the only person who knew of his son’s involvement, and I wanted to keep it that way. I would never make a son pay for his father’s mistakes, but I had no problem letting Drill think I would. If he loved his son as much as I knew he did, he would do the right thing.
“Okay. What do you need me to do?”
Drill’s shoulders dropped in defeat, and he let out a loud breath. The tension shifted into guilt. The kind of guilt a father carried when he realized he’d let down his child.
“Get the DA in here with my deal tonight, and I’ll give you everything you need. Just get me out of town and stay away from my boy.”
“Deal.”
After the district attorney arrived, Drill gave me all the information I needed to successfully infiltrate the Durty Boyz. He told me who to watch out for, how to explain his absence, and how to get out in a hurry if I needed to.
I wouldn’t need to. The only thing that would pull me from this mission was success.
The Durty Boyz compound was in the part of the city where few people went. Before I joined the force, I’d never even been on this side of town. Growing up as the only son of the best agent in Jackson meant I also would have had a target on my back if anyone ever found out who I was.
My father had done everything he could to keep me in private school and sheltered from South Jackson. Now I pulled up to the compound that served as the capital. The compound was the hub for all criminal activity flowing through this city, and I was getting ready to drive my bike on its grounds.
“Oh, that bitch is bad.”
The guard at the gate circled my bike before dapping me up. I rode a custom Harley-Davidson Sportster that had been stripped down and modified to perfection. This bike was theonly gift my father had ever given me that meant something. Our Sunday morning rides were a ritual up until my eighteenth birthday when I left his house. I took my bike with me but never looked back.
“I put a lot of work into her.”
“I can see that. Who you here for? They gone love that ride inside.”
“Guard’s expecting me.”
Places like this one always had the dumbest people at the gate. All I had to do was distract him with a nice ride and throw out a familiar name to gain entrance. I thought they’d have better security with all the illegal shit going on inside.
“Aight. You gotta tell me more about this bike on your way out.”
“No doubt.”
Dumbass gave the signal for them to open the gate, and I cruised right in. Drill had given me the full layout, and I had no idea this compound was so big. It sat on forty acres and had everything from the main clubhouse, a garage, and even a pool hall. They didn’t even have to leave if they didn’t want to, because there were even houses on the compound that they could rent.
