TOXIC FANFIC

04: Fuck the police

••Toxic••

Were these motherfuckas dumb? How dare that fucking pig put his hands on me like I was some fucking criminal. I rolled my eyes when I realized how useless my argument as well as my anger was. If I thought that this wig was fooling anyone then I needed to tear it the fuck off and change my entire look, quick. I shook my head as I thought about that FED having the audacity to even touch me. Me! He doesn't know what the fuck I've been through. I decided to go blonde, this time around. I easily installed the blonde wig onto my head and then smirked at the sexy bitch staring back at me in the mirror.

I was a bitch who held grudges, so I wasn't going to let this bitch ass cop off so easily. I found myself back at Nuvo tonight simply because I knew that the FEDS would be on the look out for me. I was positioned in the same seat as last night, with the same type of alcohol flowing through my system. I wasn't tipsy yet but that wouldn't slow me down. My eyes searched all ten of the poorly disguised undercover cops until they landed on his. He was posted up towards the back of the club, the same spot as last night, with his partner standing at his side. I smirked once I peeped the creme bandage wrapped securely around his right hand.

Aww, did I do that?

I made sure that I had the small piece of paper in my hand as I quickly walked towards him. Since I decided to dress in a nude leather dress, all eyes as well as hands were on my body. It took everything in me to keep my composure as I ignored the cat calls as well as the smacks that were being place onto my ass. After two very long minutes of being molested I finally reached his side. He was laughing at whatever joke his white partner just told him. Taking his bruised hand in mine, I stuffed the paper in his palm before quickly and effectively disappearing into the sea of sweaty bodies.

Two minutes later he met me at the back of the club alone, surprisingly listening to the message that I'd written onto the paper. I chuckled as I watched him walk towards the back of the club. Because it was dark he couldn't see me, but I could see him perfectly due to the light from the club shining on his build. "Umm... hello?"

"Back here!" I was seated on this wooden crate beside the smelly garbage carts. When he was finally standing where I wanted him I stood from my seat and pulled the knife from the cleavage in my dress. "You thought it was cute to put your hands on me?"

"What?–" Before he could reach for his piece I dug the small, but powerful knife into his chest about six or seven times. "I didn't want to do this, babe. You weren't ever in my plans." But oh fucking well. Using the flashlight from my phone I made sure that no rookie evidence was left behind. I snapped a quick photo with my iPhone 7 before removing my knife from his lifeless body.

••Agent Bryan••

I was literally steaming as I listened to the Captain retell the events of last night's killing. The bitch took one of mine! She killed a cop... a fucking cop! Out in the fucking open! She was heartless, and now at the top of my hit list. Fuck everything else. I removed myself from the conference room filled with grieving cops as well as Agent Taylor's hysteric girlfriend. Thank god he had no kids. "Sarah, please tell me you got something for me." I growled into the line after picking up the phone. She had called my personal number, so I knew it was something important.

"Come down to Nuvo... hurry." I ended the call and then proceeded to exit the office. As soon as the doors to elevator slid together I pressed my head against the wall and screamed to the top of my lungs. I needed this bitch gone like yesterday. When I arrived at the down at club there were a bunch of cops, news reporters and common ass people surrounding the club. I could barely find parking for this big ass Escalade. "One cop dies and the whole fucking Philly is up in ruins. Any other nigga dies and people go on 'bout their business." I mumbled as I bent down to walk underneath the yellow, caution tape. Being a black man from the hood of Philly I knew how fugazi this shit was.

I was only a cop because of my old man. Being his only child he made it very clear to me from a young ass age that he wanted me to follow in his footsteps. Since I didn't really have a plan for my life I took the easy way out and went to police academy. But this cop shit wasn't about to stop me from being true to myself. I was a nigga first and a cop second. Rest in Peace to Agent Taylor, though. "Hey, how you holding up?" I looked away from Sarah when she touched my face. "You said you knew something. Wassup?" She rolled her eyes before walking over to this wooden crate.

I licked over my lips when she bent down to move the crate to the side. My eyebrows arched when she stood and showed me a Charlize Bundles of Hair!  tag. "Apparently our girl purchased a wig but didn't remove the tags (laughs). Go to the wig warehouse and look at some of their tapes. You might be able to match–" I quickly pressed my lips to hers before grabbing the receipt and starting towards my vehicle. I glanced over my shoulder to see Sarah standing there with her fingers to her lips. I chuckled and only sent my middle finger to the annoying ass reporters flinging questions at me.

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I shook my head at all the drag queens working in this wig factory. I shivered when one of them winked at me. I sighed and only flashed my badge, smirking when everyone immediately started minding their fucking business. "Where's Charlize?" I asked the receptionist at the front. She was a regular ass chick. "Umm one second, sir..." I nodded and then watched as she pulled a phone from off her desk and placed it to her ear. "Char, a FED is here. He wants to see you." I only sighed but opted against saying anything that would hurt this young heffa's feelings. I had a tendency of doing that. Two minutes later she was off the phone and leading me to an upstairs portion of the store.

"A FED is here for me? What did I do?" I waited until the receptionist was out of hearing range before I turned back to answer his question. "I need to have a look at your tapes. Anything from this month would be good." He eyed me skeptically before crossing his manly arms over his chest. "May I ask why?"

"You may not." After that he scoffed before telling me to follow him. "Alright, pause right there." Once the video stopped playing I moved my face closer to the t.v. screen and squinted my eyes. "You're looking for this sweetheart?" I quickly looked from the t.v. and back at him once I heard him speak. "She came in about two weeks ago and bought about four bundles of red, Peruvian hair. She bought four bundles of platinum blonde hair, too. I tried to make them into a wig for her but she told me that she had someone that could do it. She paid me real good, though. One hundred dollars more than she should have!"

"Did she pay cash or–"

"Uh-uh, that girl used her husband's debit card for this purchase. I bet he's loving the red on her... or even the blonde! (laughs)." I looked from the date on the tape, 5-18-2017, before turning back to him. "I'm gonna need to see your receipt book."

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Two days later

"Mr. Randy Gowens. 517 Grine Street, Downtown Philly, 11345." I quickly scribbled the information onto a sheet of notebook paper. "Thanks, Mandy!" I winked at my old partner before grabbing my gun and starting towards the front of the room. "I'm gonna need a team of four; preferably Self, Gomez, Walter, and... fuck it, you come along too Patrick." I chose Patrick because he deserved to look this bitch in the eyes for what she did to his partner. Patrick dapp'd me up and I chuckled before heading to the back room to gear up. Taylor was teaching this kid how to be black.

We were mobbin' heavy in three company issued Escalades. The Captain decided that he wanted to come along for the ride so he was seated up front with me, while the other four Agents were doubled up and following my car to catch our perp. We parked two blocks away from the estate and walked casually down the blocks. I knew that we just reeked of cops but I didn't give a fuck. It was 6AM and the streets were shit empty. "How we bout to do this?" Captain asked as we neared the home. I didn't respond to him, because he wasn't even supposed to be here.

When we were standing directly in front of the house I rang the doorbell and then quickly placed a hand over the peephole. We waited two minutes and when there was no response the door was kicked down.