RECAP
Jason: "Yeah, alright. All I know is I better meet some fine ass females in Bel-Air. I heard white bitches love black men in Cali, bro", he said laughing.
I shook my head and turned on the ignition. "If only you knew.."
Now
Bianca's POV
"Is she gonna wake up yet??..."
"Be patient. It ain't like she got somewhere to go.."
"Well you did knock her out pretty hard Shea. I ain't a feminist, but she at least could've gotten knocked out respectfully.."
"Nigga shut up!.."
All I kept hearing were these two voices going back and forth. Two males to be exact. I tried to move, but I found myself unable to. I wanted to move my fingers, toes, or something; but I couldn't. Was I unconscious?
All I remember is being at the hotel and thinking someone was following me. Then someone whispered, "would you shoot a cop?" behind me...
Oh Shit..
I tried to wiggle my fingers and toes, but my body wouldn't budge. This O'Shea nigga is probably trying to take me hostage just so he can lock me up!
Finally, I felt my eyes flutter open and the ceiling above me was spinning. He must've knocked my ass out pretty hard. I felt an aching sensation on the back of my head too.
I looked to my left and to my right. I was in someone's hotel room I suppose. Looking ahead of me, I saw O'Shea and some other dude talking with their backs turned to me.
O'Shea's POV
"Do we even have a plan yet?", asked Jason.
"For right now, we just need to find out what the governor's people know and get some evidence. At the charity ball, our main focus is to blend in and look rich. Since the governor is hosting the charity ball in his mansion, I'll do the mingling to see if I can get some info about the smuggling back in Miami and if there's plans for another snuggle down here in Cali", I responded.
Typically, after Miami PD locked up the governor's people for smuggling drugs into our city, we would've took his ass in for questioning and investigated the drug scene in Miami to find out why they were there in the first place. But, this man is too powerful. Andre Young is not only the governor of California, but he also has ties into many police departments, including mine, and into corporations that could easily end someone who got in his way. So, going undercover and being diligent in this mission is very important. We can't afford to attract any attention.
"What am I going to do?", Jason asked.
"You're responsible for finding that secret storage room that Captain told us about without getting caught. A few weeks after the Governor's people were caught in Miami, Captain had some people hook up surveillance's around his mansion to see what was going on. Turns out, that storage room is loaded with cash and drugs. It's on the top floor and it's always guarded by security", I replied.
"How much money we talking?", asked Jason, raising his eyebrow.
"Over $1.2M is stored up in there", I replied, shaking my head. Do you know what a nigga like me could do with a million dollars. Damn..
All of a sudden, I heard a vibration noise coming from the other side of the room. On the floor was an IPhone beeping and flashing the name, "Cyn" on it. I'm guessing it's Bianca's.
I smirked and crept over to the phone, which was near the bed, and tried not to make any noise in case the thief decided to finally wake up. I reached for the phone and all of a sudden heard a gun click next to my face.
"Yes, I would shoot a cop", Bianca said slyly, pointing the gun to my head.
Well I'll be damn..
