Winter and G were best friends in high school who lost touch after graduation. G went on to join the military and later because a police officer. Winter went on to become a doctor. When they cross paths several years later, will they pick up where t...
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"Dallas Police Department," I said almost in a whisper but loud enough to be heard by my fellow officers. That was legit enough for them as we kicked in the door of a known trap house.
"Hands! Lemme see your hands!"
"Freeze!"
"Don't be stupid. Drop the weapon and get on the ground now!"
"Don't move. Put your fucking hands up!"
Everyone yelled over everyone. We cleared the house as the other officers used zip ties to cuff the suspects. They all cussed, talked shit, and complained about them being too tight.
"My two year doesn't complain as much as you pussies," Maya said, causing us to laugh. She was definitely tough and built for this.
"We're all clear. Detectives, you might want to see this."
Maya and I both followed the officer to the back room. Our eyes widened when we saw a dining table completely covered with money, neatly stacked. It had to be half a million, at least.
"Jackpot!" Maya squealed. She got excited when we hit big on a bust. The biggest the bust, the bigger the recognition. She was hoping to make Sergeant by the end of year.
"Calm down partner," I joked, patting her shoulder. She fanned me off as we walked back to the front. All except one dude complained, which caused more attention to him. Maya tapped me and I nodded as she walked over toward him, me on her six. I grabbed dude and took him to the back.
"You got a name?" Maya asked, sitting him down in the empty chair. She squatted in front of him.
He looked at her sideways, smiling.
"Okay, is this your money here?"
He smiled again, chuckling a bit. Maya grabbed his face, pinching his cheeks together as hard as she could. She pulled her gun out and turned around, looking to make sure no one was coming.
"You ever ate lead before?"
"Man get her," he yelled through gritted teeth. I threw my hands up. I'm not in it. "You know like I know. Women don't listen to men. Just tell her what she wants to know." I played along, being good cop to her bad cop. I watched as she put the gun in his mouth.
"Okay. Okay. Okay," he muffled, moving his head side to side. "It ain't mine man. It's Suge's man. It's Suge's."
"Suge in prison dawg. Try again."
"I swear man," he cried, moving his head back. "He been making moves from the inside ever since he heard about an undercover working. We just get a text 30 mins before telling us where to be."
