Nyla Bridges has dedicated her entire life to becoming the best FBI agent the agency has seen. Working twice as hard because she's a woman... a black woman... to show that she is just as capable, if not more, than her predominantly white, male colle...
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The car was silent as Dray and myself were deep in our thoughts. We had just dropped Dray's phone off at Mali's for him and Chino to enhance the audio from Julio's voicemail and locate any cell towers his phone may have bounced off of. The closer we got to Ms. Fernanda's house the more my stomach turned. I've seen a lot of death and I've been the hands behind plenty, but I've never had to tell the mother, wife and children of one of my boys that their son, husband, and father wasn't gon' make it home.
"Shorty that was at your crib last night. That's you? Gotta be. I know you ain't letting random bitches in your crib like that." Dray said, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked over at him, "don't use that bitch word in the same breath when speaking on her." He furrowed his eyebrows, "damn. Shorty has you on the defense like that with your boy?"
"I'm not being defensive. I know you're not calling her a bitch, I'm just telling you not to use that word while speaking in regards to her. There isn't anything about her that resembles a bitch."
He nodded, "respect. How long you been dealing with her?"
"A month." Dray turned his lips down and nodded his head, "that's wild." I knitted my brows, "fuck you talking about, G?" He shrugged his shoulders, "I'm just saying. After thinking about all the shit that has been going down these past couple of weeks and now knowing you met shorty just a month ago, I'm questioning how well you really know her. You don't think the timeframe is a coincidence? Did she know we would be at the club that night?"
I looked at him and spoke calmly, "how well I know her isn't for you to question because you don't spend your days communicating with her, your evenings in her presence or your nights fucking her. Understand, it's not always what you say, but how you say it, and I don't too much care for the way you're phrasing it. Your approach was off when you said shit was wild. How would you know what's wild in terms of me and her?"
He threw his hands up, "you're right. I'm not trying to come at you crazy or even speak ill of her. Shit is just crazy, G. We've never moved weight on the west coast, never supplied any out of state niggas, and yet niggas from Cali knew Julio was there on your behalf and knew exactly where you'd be that night. This shit don't smell right."
"Shit stunk as soon as everything went down in The Executive Club. It's a snake somewhere and I hate snakes." I looked over at him, "you know the only way to really kill a snake is to sever its head from its body."
Dray nodded, "otherwise it'll grow right back."
"Exactly and I don't need that shit. I won't have it. Did you arrange the sit down?"
"It's set. Everyone will be there."
I nodded my head and stared out the window. Dray's approach was off but his point of view is valid. Thoughts of Nyla possibly deceiving began to swarm and because of how I feel about her my mind went to what I'd want to do to her if she's playing with me or lying to me. The thoughts resided as I began to think over the past month with her. We've talked too long and have done too much for mama to play with me, she knows better.
