10th Commandment | Revamped

Chapter 2

Continues.

That day, Taraji ducked out of the office a bit early to handle some other matters. There was a crime scene that needed her attention, and it concerned none other than the most notorious thug in New York City—a guy she was dying to catch, someone everyone else wanted to apprehend too. The FBI called this criminal Triple 4.

Meanwhile, Fantasia received a call from her trusted associate. She slipped into the ladies' room, ensuring the stalls were vacant before picking up.

Fantasia: I’ve got a job now, so this better be important, Lorenzo.
Lorenzo: We’ve got an issue. Our 260? Everything was set, but the cleanup was shaky. The cops discovered blood at the scene, and the FBI is swarming the place as we speak.
Fantasia: Great! Who did the shooting?
Lorenzo: Rusty and Romeo handled the cleanup.
Fantasia: What the hell is wrong with everyone? Fine, I’ll sneak out. Damn it.

Fantasia managed to exit unnoticed, though it didn’t take long for everyone to realize she was missing.

When she reached her warehouse, her frustration boiled over. "How could you let this happen?" she screamed at Lorenzo. "They assured me they had everything under control!"

"Damn it, you bunch of cowards!"
She stormed into her office and peeked out the window, spotting FBI agents combing her area. "How did they track me down? That 260 wasn’t a botched cleanup, Lorenzo; we’ve got a mole among us. You’d better uncover who it is by tonight so I can take care of the 260 myself," she commanded.

Later that evening, Lorenzo brought the traitor to Fantasia.

"What do the feds know about me and my operations?" she interrogated.
He trembled in fear. "You can’t kill me! If I go missing or turn up dead, they’ll know it’s you, and then you’ll face hell here. Just let me go. I’ll work as a double agent."

"That isn’t what I asked, is it?"

"They’re aware of your street name, this warehouse, and your entire operation. They know about the drugs, the illegal gambling, the shady pills for seniors, the strip club, and that you rob banks every couple of weeks—and they even know your next target. Plus, they have links to every murder associated with Triple 4 and that you’ve embezzled millions from clients who trust you to manage their finances. You’re not getting out of this," he confessed.

"You really dug deep, didn’t you? What did they promise you?"

"Immunity and protection."
"They lied!" Fantasia shot back. "No one can shield you from me, Romeo. I’ll protect you from everyone else, but it doesn’t work the other way around. Lorenzo, deal with him."

Lorenzo quickly grabbed the guy.
"Triple 4, please! I’m begging you; let me fix this!"

"Handle it. I need to go home and iron my clothes for work. That’s right, I’ve got a job, and I’m not even good at it! Who would ever suspect a young woman working for four bucks an hour? I’ve got this handled, honey—me, not the feds, not you, just me, Triple 4 as they call me," she declared as she walked out.

The next day, as Fantasia arrived at work, Phoebe informed her, "The boss wants to see you." She made her way to the boss’s office. "Morning, Sir, you’re looking amazing today..."

"Save the flattery. Where were you yesterday?"

"I was here, sir."
"I run a business, don’t mess with me."

"I was in the restroom, a bad burrito messed me up. I was sick for hours, and by the time I could walk, the lights were out. Everyone else had left. Ask Morris," she had memorized the security guard's name before leaving yesterday.