RUTHLESS

25

Sitting in Lo's office, I was being stared at from all types of people. Shootas and street walka's, pushers and movas. It was different from being in Brooklyn, everything was foreign to me.

"Lisa you know Q, this Jones, K and Gnoe." Jones was a older man, freshly cut face, smelled like Axe body spray and wore brown leather.

"You a cop or a detective?" I asked Jones, cuss he looked like one with that gun holster at his side.

"Detective." He smirked, extending his hand. Shaking it, he had calluses and a small tattoo on his wrist. If you ain't Lookin for it you won't be able to see it but it was definitely a small knife tattoo.

"What this kid doin here Lo?" K asked. K was a white guy, tall and it was hard to read his face. I couldn't read him and I couldn't tell what he was thinkin.

"She work for me now. Picked her up from Brooklyn, won'er for 2 years." Lo sounded proud to say that, even the little smirk on his face that he tried to hide was noticeable when I looked at him.

"She another hoe?" Gnoe asked. He looked young but he at the same time old. And he had this aura bout him that made my skin crawl.

"No." I spoke up cuss I don't do that and neva will.

"What you do then?" Gnoe looked at me with this nasty ass look. Like if I was another hoe he would eat me up and spit me out or some shit.

I put my gun on the table, showin him betta than I can tell him. Imma shoota, not a seller, a mover or a street Walker.

"Watchu know bout guns lil girl?" Jones asked, chucklin a bit.

"I know that the gun you got is a Glock 22, usually carried by cops, which is why I asked if you was a detective or a cop. The holster also gave you away too. And it looks like you used your new bonus to get it customized." I side eyed Jones, the looked back at Lo. Uninterested but aware that at any time they all could shoot me dead or sell me off.

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Sittin outside the house, I made small list of the things I needed to do to take Lo down. If I was gone take this big ass organization down, I was gone need some help. I couldn't get help from Dimitri because he didn't know much about the new members since he left the organization a while ago. Antonio didn't have much reach here since it's completely run by Lo. It was like I was stuck in a box with no opening. Even going thru every scenario in my head ended in me dying.

If I were to kill Lo, there's still a matter of the group. They could easily kill me once they found out and the group wouldn't fall apart at all. They could even wage war on Antonio.

The only option is to turn the group against each other. If I can somehow split it in half and cause a war to break out in the group then that would take care of everyone. In order to do that imma have to cut off all of Lo's pipelines so that he has no where to run to.

If he got full control of this area in Chicago and is expanding to other parts then he's got back door deals with the cops, the senator, the mayors and possibly city councilman. I just need to find out what the deals are, expose them to the news and the press, just as the group is split in 2.

It's a tedious process but it's the only way to get rid of Lo for good. But right now I got nobody on my side so before anythin else, imma have to get them to trust me.

Seeing a black truck pull up, I already knew it was Jones. One cops drive those trucks. Jones got out the truck and came over to where I was at.

"Why you Lookin so serious?" He asked, sitting beside me instead of Standin ova me.

"Thinkin." I told him, scratching my head and yawning.

Bout yo kid?" I nodded, not surprised he looked into me.

"How you get my information?" I still asked, cuss I was curious how much pull he got.

"I look into all new people. Specially the ones that carry guns." He flopped a file in my lap. It was probably mines.

"Born in Manhattan, raised in Brooklyn. Placed in foster car with a junkie mom and a gang bangin dad. Had a kid and got yo GED, workin at a liquor store on 10th until recently." I chuckled cuss half this shit was incomplete.

"There's some shit missin detective."

"That's what I'm here to find out. Why a hood rat from Brooklyn, decided to abandon they kid and come here." He stood up, ushering me to get up as well.

Followin him to his car, unarmed and all, I got in the passenger side and put my seat belt on. I don't know what's gone happen or where he was gone take me but I was willin to walk into this shit blind if it meant gettin dirt on him or findin out his motives for being an dirty cop.

"You left Brooklyn to come to Chicago. Why?" He started askin soon as we got out of the neighborhood and onto the interstate.

"I didn't leave by choice. Like Lo said, he won me for 2 years."

"How did that happen?"

"I was trynna save a kid from being trafficked. I got'er out but it cost me." I looked over at him. Wondering if he was gettin the picture now.

"You leveraged yo life for a kid with a ruthless muthafucka like Lo. Packed up and left yo kid behind."

"Yup. I ain't gone eva bring my son into my shit. He in good hands." I gotta call my dad next week too. I wanna call everyday but ion wanna put them in danger knowing the house and car bugged.

"Good mom. Stupid but good. Saving a kid, leave a kid behind. Even though you got 2 years, I doubt Lo gone let you walk away after that." He chuckled a bit, the drive becoming longer and longer.

"Dimitri said the same thing. But I ain't like the Otha's that can't get out. If I have to, I'll kill whoeva try to stop me when it's my time to walk." I looked at him, makin sure he knew not to fuck with me. I may be new round here but shit is the same. I won't hesitate to pull the trigger if it means I'm out of here.