Page 103 of Deuce

Me and Macesat in the comfort of Judge Edgar Willis’s living room.

The judge wasn’t home, so we were patiently waiting on him. With his wife being dead and his children no longer in the home, he lived alone. I’d been itching to get my hands on him since I saw his name on that warrant. I didn’t know this nigga. I had no dealings with him personally, so for him to find himself on my bad side was a grave mistake on his part.

My brother and I had gotten here about fifteen minutes ago. We were both dressed in all black from head to toe with skull caps and gloves. Maceo disarmed the security system, and we slipped in undetected. Now it was just a waiting game.

“I wish this nigga would hurry the fuck up,” he complained.

“You in a rush or something?”

“I might have somewhere to be.”

“Where?”

“None of your business.”

“Nigga, you are my business. The fuck? As a matter of fact, what was that shit you wanted to talk to me about at the lounge? You never brought it back up.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Lying ass. You in some shit?”

“No. Even if I was, I can handle mine.”

“Stop playing with me. You know we don’t even move like that.”

“All you need to know is I got this shit.”

Just as I went to open my mouth, a set of headlights flashed in the window.

“We’ll talk about this later,” I told him. “It’s showtime.”

A minute or so passed before we heard a door close then the sound of the front locks disengaging. It opened and in stepped Edgar. He looked tired as hell and unsuspecting of the fact that he was about to get his permanent rest. He closed and locked the door then flipped on the lights. When he saw us, his eyes widened.

“Please! You don’t have to do this!”

I pointed my gun at him. “Don’t start that begging shit. Come sitcho’ old ass down.”

He hurriedly came to sit on the couch in front of us.

“We can talk about this?—”

“Muthafucka, the only thing I want to hear is why you signed off on a fucking warrant for the feds to raid my business.”

“I… I didn’t have a choice.”

“Oh, you always have a choice,” Maceo informed him.

I stood and walked over to him. “Who blackmailed you and what did they have on you?”

“Detective Pearson… somehow he knew I was earning commission for every guilty sentence I handed down. He threatened to expose me if I didn’t sign the warrant.”

“What’s there for him to gain?” Maceo asked.

Edgar shook his head. “I don’t know, I swear. Please… I have children… grandchildren.”

“And now you have a muthafucking problem. You see, judge, I never fuck with anybody that ain’t fucking with me first. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck about you padding charges, but since I’m a nice guy, I’ma take care of that. Give me the names of everybody you’re working with.”

He was hesitant. Again, I pointed my gun at him.

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