Lipstick 💄 Talk

Savage

Umar Shannon swore to protect and serve but these days that wasn't his agenda. He had no love behind the trigger or badge. There was no saving the black community, so he might as well exploit it. He went from taking petty money from local drug dealers to running prostitution and gun rings. He was ruthless and there were more dirty cops than good ones.

He sat in his big comfy chair in his three-bedroom ranch style home, sipping on a cold beer, as his wife Erica cooked dinner for him, and there two kids. The twins were the last of their five children to leave home. Umar would retire after that, rent the house, he and Erica would move to Jamaica.

Erica wanted a bed-and-breakfast. She was tired of city life and she hated that Umar was a cop. His side doings helped keep their family in a nice home, kids had a good education, but at what cost? Everything came with a price no matter what it was.

"Ring, Ring"

Umar looked over at his phone and sighed. Even on his day off, he still had to work. He was getting older, and sometimes you need to know when your time has passed.

"What's up?"

"Umar, we need to meet today," said Cooda

"I'm kinda tied up, if I get some free time, I'll call you," said Umar as he hung the phone up.

He couldn't deal with Cooda right now because he was hot. The police had been watching him because of Elon. Two police officers paid Umar a visit, and he wasn't a bitch but they had friends in places he didn't. What are the odds of that? Two dirty cops, shaking down another dirty cop.

"Who was that? When are you going to retire or quit? The twins will be finished with school this June." said Erica

"That wasn't anybody important. We need money to move. The twins need the rest of their college fund and then we'll be straight."

"You keep telling me this! But nothing has changed, I don't know if I can do this anymore," said Erica

"Do what? This marriage because I've sacrificed everything to make sure you and these kids have lived comfortably."

"Great provider but you lack empathy and you know what! You can make your own damn plate," said Erica as she stomped up the stairs.

Umar sat there still sipping his beer, watching the game. He knew his wife was overdramatic and if he fed into her antics that she would always act out.

That's when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn't expecting any guest, and Erica didn't bother to come back downstairs. A Sunday afternoon with no interruptions is all he asked for and no one gave a fuck.

"Boom, Boom, Boom,"

Umar jumped to his feet almost spilling his beer trying to grab his gun. Who would bang on his door that hard? He took the safety off and headed down the hallway.

"Who is it? " yelled Umar

"Boom, Boom, Boom,"

Umar cocked his gun back before he peeped out the window next to the door to see two shadowy figures standing on his porch.

"Umar! open up. You're not supposed to leave your guest outside."

"My guests usually announce themselves before coming over."

"I want to talk, I want us to be friends."

A light went off in Umar's head, he knew exactly who was at his door. If Elon knew where he lived that signifies that he could be touched. He uncocked his gun, and before opening the door and coming face to face with a ghost. He had heard stories about it. He had been terrorizing the hood since he was eleven or twelve-years-old. If you were on his radar, there would be nothing you could do about it, unless you disappeared.