"Serial Justice"

By Robert H. Burke

Florida State Attorney General, Angela Arquielara has sent three-hundred minority gang members to death row for execution, while seeking fame, fortune, and notoriety within her corrupted system of justice of Palm Beach County. Her devious plan has worked to perfection, wherein her lust for power and prestige is tantamount beyond any code of judicial conduct or responsibility.

Angela truly believes she will reach the pinnacle of success, and no one will interfere with her reaching her nirvana at any, and all costs.

A deranged, yet cunning and highly intelligent serial killer narrates the storyline, as he stalks Angela, along with her staff, and many corrupt judges and politicians within Angela's control.

He knows all of Angela's secrets since her attainment of power within the law enforcement and judicial system.

He seeks justice for all minorities, who have been falsely charged, convicted, imprisoned, and executed by her secret membership team.

A profoundly sophisticated and brilliant intellectual, Stephan Ramirez leads his gang membership hierarchy in transforming its mission in a crusade for minority justice, through the assimilation within the corporate, political, and judicial system. A modern day minority Islamic Jihad is at hand, perpetrated against Angela and her corrupt cohorts with a ferocious perniciousness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 28, 2009
• ISBN: 9781440174094

Robert H. Burke

A former executive, Robert H. Burke has extensive work experience in the restaurant industry. After experiencing an extended separation from his daughters, Laura and Kristina, following his divorce, he developed and lives by the philosophy, “Success is never ending and failure is never final.” He lives in Florida.

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CHAPTER 1

I AWAIT THE TASTE of blood once again, smelling its scent, its taste devoured within my being. The victim is Angela Simpleton Arquielara, the Chief Assistant District Attorney for the State of sunshine and mayhem, Florida.

I have been stalking Miss Simpleton for the past six months, waiting for the appropriate time to snuff out her life, as she has done to so many undeserving victims of the Palm Beach County judicial system. She will be one of many of my victims having been chosen for death within my pre-selected candidates. Not just a simple death, but one of absolute suffering, where screams can be heard above the muffles of a ligature around her neck gagging her words of lies that she has pontificated for the sake of her personal success, her climb to the nirvana of justice.

I have learned to choke a woman toward death without killing her, for many hours knowing full well, the time and strength it takes to bring this suffering bitch to her moment of seeing her hell, and then stopping to revive her with my personal method of resuscitation. Blood and bile will spew from her lying lips, as the blood vessels in her brain explode with terror.

Miss Simpleton Bitch will not see the face kneeling above her vision, as I have created a mask of one of the most liberal justices on the U.S. Supreme Court, Chief Justice Adam Bannister. My artwork has produced his scowling image to perfection. How magical and inspiring to feel as Justice Bannister, implementing social change without regard whatsoever, to his ultimate responsibility, interpreting the Constitution of these United States.

As a matter of joy, my next message of this corrupt D.A.’s husband will be sent to the collection of Florida hookers at the Silver Palace, where this John was a frequent guest acquiring the kinkiest sex partners, far from his Wife’s sight.

A package shall arrive for the twenty hookers with John’s penis and testicles devoured by many maggots having found their nourishment several days earlier to the sending of such a gift. Along with this wonderful gift will be a photo of John’s brain matter removed of all orifices.

I am sure the ladies will enjoy the cock that penetrated their many hot orifices to a point of sheer pain and horror, and his many masochistic tendencies. The girls may even laugh at the minor size of John’s masculinity compared to his savageness, and eccentric ego during his living in this world seeing that he is now, but a meal for maggots that thrive only to breed disease and pestilence.

Angela Arquielara, maiden name Hawthorne-Forsythe, is the daughter of a renowned professor of Harvard Law School, specializing in constitutional law. Angela, pampered as a child of wealth and distinction, inherited as a Blueblood of Mayflower Yankee ancestry. Mathew, her daddy insured a protected life away from any societal harm, as with the privileged class from Hamilton-Wenham’s Polo set society.

She had been taught all the traditions afforded such ancestry, for all generations since the Mayflower set upon New England shores. She attended the elitist of private schools before entering Radcliff, Harvard’s sister university, and upon graduating with honors, attended Nit One, Pearl Two Harvard Law School, while residing within the diversity of The Republic of Cambridge Massachusetts. It was within this prestigious city, where daddy thought his precious daughter would learn the art of competitive learning within academia.

It was while Angela was attending Harvard Law that she met, and fell seductively in love with John Arquielara, a Latin lover, whose family arrived from Cuba via the rudimentary makeshift rafts that had been arriving on U.S. shores by the hundreds during the 1980’s.

John was ten years old when he reached the land of milk and honey off the coast of Miami with his family of twelve siblings, and mother, and he learned how to survive by selling drugs, Cuban cigars, and ultimately Latin love to the wealthy women of Miami.

At the age of sixteen, John was the ultimate Palm Beach gigolo, selling his long brown sex organ to the highest bidder of Palm Beach. He was known as, the Latin Lover within the secret places for love within the Worth Avenue jet set of divorced and horny socialites. He made a tremendous amount of money to set up his personal cocaine cartel, and he was insured immunity from prosecution by many of the wives of powerful members of the judicial and law enforcement establishment.

Cocaine Heaven was born within the Palm Beach private community during the early 1950’s, when the Hollywood elite used this private sanctuary for treatment of this euphoric world of drugs and rock and roll. From its inception to the present day, this secret world remains off limits to any media or political oversight.

John’s educational financing portfolio amassed millions of dollars by the age of twenty years old.

Angela, while vacationing at daddy’s summer mansion on Ocean Drive, met John, and the seduction of his love organ, enhanced by the introduction of white snow at the age of eighteen. So much for daddy’s protection of his princess’s vanity and virtues Angela became addicted to the scent of sex, the wetness of orgasms, and the release of inhibitions via the cinematography of semen dripping down her thighs, and the exhilaration of euphoria the white snow would provide her psyche.

Angela was addicted, and learned to function on a daily basis with this poison’s assistance, yet her sexual appetite grew exponentially as she aged, becoming a cokehead and cock-head junkie. The only other appetite she devoured was her daddy’s teachings of the power of being the implementer of the laws of the land, her land of a societal class far above the classless of America, the scum of the earth as she named them in her own mind.

I was reminded of Angela’s nightly visits to the Leopard Lounge at the Breakers Hotel to get her fix on her way home from her courthouse office, having won the day for her elitist class by putting away another lowlife behind the bars of justice.

The sentencing phase of John Maze’s conviction was about to commence. Angela and John Arquielara believed the punishment by Florida state statue should be the maximum, death by lethal injection. John Arquielara was speaking with his district attorney staff members, pontificating ego gratification, as to the state’s evidence was so well defined against this animal, convicted of first-degree murder, premeditated to the point of a signed confession, videotaped within Sheriff DiCarlo’s interrogation room.

John Maze sat in the holding cell, awaiting his fate, while the organ played church music within the building next to his cell. How appropriate a hymn, emanating from the First Baptist Church as the choir practiced its rendition of I Walk with Thee, Oh Lord.

John Maze thought how appropriate a verse, remembering his crusade with Martin Luther King Jr. during his participation in the civil rights movement before 1967, when hope, and the belief for the alleviation of suffering for the Black men and women of America, as a segregated society.

I pray dear Lord to bring a conclusion to my life of suffering, where I may know true justice within the paradise of truth, justice, and compassion. For you, Oh Lord, know that I am innocent of any murder.

Reverend Mathew Lewis was sitting next to John on his steel bed with a one-inch fiber and vinyl mattress within this 6’x 9’ cell of bars, and stainless steal, and cinderblock concrete, listening to John pray for The Lord’s help, a plea of desperation.

John’s family would be devastated if he received the death penalty, yet John knew it would mean his salvation from a life of persecution, as a black man accused of such a despicable crime.

You see, John Maze never stood a chance within this debauchery of a criminal justice system, as the district attorney and his wife, and staff had conducted this witch-hunt for the soul purpose of being in the political and media spotlight. It did not matter if this office knew full-well that John Maze was innocent beyond any reasonable doubt, for he was simply chub for the sharks to feast upon within the local and national media. The D. A. and his assistant wife would receive national prominence within the biased media conglomerates, exaggerating its ratings off the chart. Meanwhile the White heterogeneous society would feel revenge toward another Black man of poor financial standing within his community.

John Maze, while understanding the rudimentary principles of criminal law, would venture within the public defenders domain of counseling with little experience, little money, and little time within the Public Pretender system of justice. What could an individual expect from a $600 lawyer’s fee paid by the state of Florida? What could one expect from a group of rookie lawyers fresh out of law school for the most part, while the D.A.’s staff were a group of experienced lawyers awaiting the most influential political positions available within the state’s higher-political positions; the stepping-stone to the easy life as a servant to the naïve public audience.

John Maze, while appearing at his sentencing phase of his trial, changed his pleading of not guilty to guilty and thereby, was sentenced to death by the State of Florida in an expedient manner. John knew he would be better off in the hands of God than the hands of the judicial system.

On June 11th, John Maze had his last rights, and was executed, witnessed by the victim’s family. He found peace in the afterlife that he could never have found, as a Black man within a corrupt judicial system. As John Maze exhaled his final breathe at 12:03 a.m., D.A. John Arquielara’s felt the power of the Acela train’s speed and swiftness, decapitating him.

I relished the blood spewing from John’s severed shoulders, as his head was thrown many feet away from the train. I ran toward the destination of his head to take a precious mental picture of his eyes of fright, and his mouth unable to lie, ever again. The look of horror delighted the senses, as I urinated at what was left of his mouth. I was in my own heaven, vindicated of such scum of this earth.

John Arquielara did not go quietly. His muffled pleadings for his life went unnoticed, as the roar and speed of an uncaring machine had no concern for his plight. I listened to these muffled screams, and wondered how John Maze accepted his fate, probably with a certain peaceful demeanor, knowing that his faith would bring him to a peaceful place, and this would not be so with our illustrious political district attorney. I thought how I would love to witness his final resting place, an inferno of flames muffling the cries of pain and suffering, forever, for all time, everlasting.

I was at peace, and I loved being the tool in bringing final justice on behalf of John Maze, and the utmost exhilaration of being the broker for final justice. I love the scent and vision of death to those who deserve their ultimate fate. I relish the hunt, the preparation, and the ultimate execution of such elite slime that believe power and manipulation are worth the price, above honesty and integrity.

I have found my calling, my purpose, and destiny. I will perfect the warranted crimes I will commit, and rest peacefully every night within my journey to final justice. I fear no evil, and I have acquired a taste for seeing true justice’s reward when the endorphin rush measures the pleasure I consume within my psyche. It is the ultimate rush of power above the most powerful brokers within the judicial system. A good old boy and girl network that prostitutes its greed, and fame amongst its leaders for succession to the highest plateau, becoming a nationally recognized judge, or attorney in the State of Florida. Therefore, the unknowing, and illiterate social group of minorities will become its feeding ground from which to prosecute and convict with impunity.

I shall redeem at least three hundred and fifty falsely convicted minorities for their unjust, and despicable punishment behind bars within our corrupt, and extremely profitable prison system. I am the savior, the emancipator, and the liberator of slaves of this corrupt heterogeneous society. I shall set you free.

CHAPTER 2

WE HAVE LATE BREAKING news here at CNN.

"Good evening, Judie McNamara reporting from Palm Beach, Florida, where a dismembered body was discovered early this morning. The Palm Beach County Sheriff’s Department identified the body, as that of John Arquielara, District Attorney of Palm Beach County.

"Arquielara’s body has been transported to the coroners office. An autopsy is now in process to ascertain specific forensic evidence.

"Mr. Arquielara, was well known for his career as a tough prosecutor and crusader against the proliferation of crime in Palm Beach County, Florida.

"D.A. Arquielara’s body was decapitated and his phallus, scrotum, and testicles were cut off, as if surgically removed.

Stay tuned for updates of this latest murder evidence. The Attorney General, Robert Reilly stated that his office along with Sheriff DiCarlo’s office will pursue the murderer with a vengeance for justice with as many investigators as necessary to capture this person, or persons responsible for this horrendous crime.

Angela, can you hear me? This is Doctor Mendstein; I am giving you a sedative injection, so that you can rest. Do you understand?

Angela thought, ‘How could this have happened to John.’ Although her legal mind was temporally anathematized from the trauma of seeing the horrific remains of John, she suspected that one of the many candidates for possible motive would be John’s secret pals within the criminal underworld of South Florida, particularly the kingpins within the sexual seductive escort and entertainment services industry.

The other hemisphere of Angela’s brain said to her, ‘John finally received his just due for his sexual appetite for the whores of the Silver Palace.’ This edge of Angela’s psyche was enhanced with her usual inducement of her favorite medicine, pure, eighty percent grade cocaine, for her immunity of its poison was fast approaching from the normal grade after fifteen years of ingesting this snow-white substance. She was now injecting the poison for its maximum effect. Her libido thought, ‘Fuck you John. You finally have been fucked by the same pleasure that wet your appetite for the pleasure of hot cum streaming from the mouths of whores. Now you will suffer in hell, while I use your deserving death to forward my career agenda and Daddy’s teachings of hooray for me, and fuck the rest of the world. I am deserving of such power, and I will seek vengeance against any one who stands in my way, and I will deceive every power-hungry male bastard in my way, as I have been taught since early childhood. It is my destiny.’

‘I will make Vivian Leigh look like a girl scout in her acting performances. I will justify the vision of Laura Ashley personified, while finding a phallus of large proportion, and tucking it up the ass of the male dominated system of justice. I have perfected this acting ability combined with superior intelligence and cunning, while projecting a message of naiveté, and extreme goodness.

‘Oprah will believe me a saint upon rehearsing my public interview on global TV, and I will be contacting Little Grey Book Publishing Company to push the sales for my book. God, what a wonderful life this truly is, and I have loved every minute of acting as the victim.’

I am so sorry for your loss Angela, and I pray for the Lord to grant you peace during this terrible ordeal, stated Governor Dimico as he held Angela’s hand. "If there is anything that you need, please do not hesitate to ask Marilyn and I for any assistance, whatsoever.

John was such a great man, and you should be so proud of the work that he has done for the good citizens of Florida. And, I hope that once you have recovered from your period of bereavement, you will consider carrying on John’s crusade on behalf of the judicial hierarchy, and the State of Florida.

Thank you so much for your kind words, and your faith in my professional work ethic to consider me for such a position on John’s behalf, said Angela.

We all loved John, and I am sure he would have wanted you to carry on his work, Angela

Angela eyes were welling up as she spoke, showing a face of anguish, during such a tragic time in her life.

The procession of a thousand friends, acquaintances, and colleagues attended the two days of the wake and funeral, where John’s remains was submerged within his final resting place at St. John’s cemetery.

Angela could hardly foster the fortitude to endure such pain, as she aged overnight during the rituals of death of a true loved one, and the loss of her friend, and partner in life.

Angela returned to the District Attorney’s office two weeks after John’s death, and she had a meeting with Attorney General Reilly, who had set an early morning appointment for further support to Angela, as well as to offer her a promotion.

Angela, so good to see you, smiled A.G. Reilly. Jacquelyn hopes you enjoyed the spa therapy gift certificate, and that you had a chance to utilize these therapeutic services?

I did, said Angela. "I needed therapy, both physically, as well as psychologically. It has been such a terrible ordeal to handle over the past two weeks. Yet, I have found John’s friends to be so dedicated to my well-being. I am certainly humbled to know that John had so many close friends. I feel his presence, every hour of my day, and it is almost as if he is still here on this good earth.

My only desire now is to find justice for John by utilizing all of my experience, and capabilities to find his murderer, have him captured, convicted, and sentenced to the maximum the law will allow.

I know how you will pursue this case, with diligence, and all the necessary evidence to bring the death sentence to this animal’s doorstep, said AG Reilly. And that is why I am here today; to offer you the lead counsel’s position in place of John, as he would have wanted you to assume his valuable responsibilities.

Angela, with a look of fierceness and determination stated, I will be honored to accept John’s position, and I know I will bring closure to his soul, in prosecuting this case to fullest extent allowed by law. You can count on me to honor John’s life, and how much he meant to me, as his lover, friend, and colleague.

The political entourage of Governor Dimico, AG Reilly, ADA Miller, and ADA’s from across the State of Florida, and several influential judges attended the meeting, and AG Reilly announced the promotion of Angela to interim district attorney.

The newest crusade was mapped out by AG Reilly to embark upon a ferocious investigation into the death of one of the department’s own crusaders, a man of distinction, honor, and camaraderie. John Arqueilara’s killer would be found, and prosecuted within this group’s system of justice, its laws, and methods of punishment. Justice would prevail.

Angela began her crusade in reviewing potential suspects within her vast criminal computer system. She had amassed a wealth of criminal information during her three years working within the system. She had established a lengthy list of perpetrators categorized by crimes committed to convictions, and convenience of proper evidence to convict the candidate once again. She also, kept a detailed list of those candidates represented by the Criminal Community Action Committee, the Public Pretender group representing the disenfranchised minority citizens of South Florida. The list was quite extensive, voluminous in size, and space. The hunt was on for the next victim for the sake of tabloid justice.

Angela needed a new ally within the District Attorney’s Office, so she embarked upon finding her new replacement. She had attended Harvard Law with Patricia Cores, and had found her a brilliant student with a propensity for violence against men.

Angela remembered the night Tricia placed her trusty 38 Smith and Wesson in the arrogant mouth of Mathew Taglia, when he threatened to make her the woman of his dreams. She detested men, particularly those who thought of her as a woman needing conversion from her sexual preference of women. Although Tricia had been bisexual since she could remember, she had loathed most men during her years of college party time, and she had been a victim of date rape at the age of seventeen, and the perpetrator was found not guilty, for the reason of being able to afford the best legal defense team in puritanical Boston.

Tricia grew up in the East Cambridge neighborhood, a Puerto Rican community, where survival was uncertain within the gang member infested neighborhood. The East Cambridge jail was home to many of her former gang member friends at this stage of her life, and she had a full understanding of social justice within a community five miles away from the social elite neighborhoods of Brattle Street and Larchwood Drive. Tricia escaped this environment through affirmative action, and progressed with education, and cunning within the system and used her intelligence to escape her environment. Yet, her Mother and two brothers were still victims of the neighborhood, until Tricia could save their sorry souls from this hellish life.

Tricia had been a one-time lover of Angela during their first year at Radcliff University together, and she still had a passion for Angela’s drive and determination, as well as her comfort, as a soft and caring lover. She understood that Angela was promiscuous within the male dominated legal world, and she had accepted Angela’s need for power and dominance within her rise within the system of justice. Tricia would have done anything to remain a part of Angela’s life, no matter the consequences. The love was almost unconditional, and Angela always sought out allies in her mission.

Angela selected Tricia as her newest assistant district attorney, and the attorney general quickly approved her qualifications and experience, as the newest member of this highly successful team of prosecutors. The Harvard Law Review would pine accolades of the team’s successes over the next year of prosecutorial work performed within Palm Beach County.

Tricia soon relocated to Palm Beach, and moved in with Angela, having her own bungalow in the carriage house of Angela’s massive mansion. Tricia felt safe within this secure environment, and she prayed for gaining notoriety within this legal community and judicial system, along side her part-time lover and confidant.

CHAPTER 3

I WOULD LIKE TO thank you all, for attending our meeting to strategize our prosecution plan, as I have selected our candidate for prosecution of the murder of John, stated Angela.

I believe the candidate selected has no alibi, no funds for a defense, and is quite ignorant of the statue of law we will utilize in prosecuting this case. The candidate also has a criminal record a mile long, with an accessory to murder conviction under his belt.

Trisha stated, We have also secured the services of the perpetrator’s public defender in the case, as an ally. He will instruct us, as to all the necessary evidence forthcoming from the defendant.

Sheriff DiCarlo interjected, I have secured the services of our infamous jail informant to provide statements to the grand jury in ensuring a probable cause finding.

Detective Simpson, please inform us of your department’s planting of forensic evidence at the scene of the crime, said Angela.

Simpson stated, "Our member within the state crime laboratory is preparing to introduce the perpetrator’s DNA, and latent fingerprints into evidence.

I have provided each of our members with the complete criminal, psychological, and physical history of Hector Rameriz, so that the process may begin, stated Assistant District Attorney Miller. I also have the tape recording of Rameriz threatening John Arquielara’s life at the last trial for the perpetrator, to ensure motive.

Angela asked Attorney Miller, What is the latest count of convictions, cases pending for trial, and upcoming Grand Jury indictments for each category, including major drug dealers, gang-member related crimes, and murders by minorities within Palm Beach County?

Attorney Miller stated, For the past 120 days there have been six convictions for murder by minorities, five of the six being death penalties, forty-five gang member arrests for dealing cocaine, eighty-five percent received maximum sentences of twenty years. Another seven arrests of the kingpins for assault with the intent to murder, and one arrest for a drive by shooting.

Angela said, Destroy the evidence in the Williams, Joyner, and Correz case. We need these gang members back on the street to continue the mayhem they have caused our county, until we can gather enough evidence for murder of a non-minority, understood? We need to ensure as much media attention to these other cases.

I will take care of having the charges dismissed for lack of evidence immediately, stated Attorney Miller. I will also leak more information to the press, concerning Rameriz in John’s murder case.

Thank you for your valuable assistance, as usual, said Angela.

I am most happy to provide justice to our membership, rather than our allowing another liberal justice to free another minority to the streets, and our neighborhoods, said Miller proudly.

I understand that Cooper at the Palm Beach County Examiner’s news office is having a field day with the latest uprising in crime, particularly murder against upstanding citizens in the county said Sheriff DiCarlo. He is certainly making our mission so much easier with his tabloid journalism without collaboration.

The usual performance for profit said Angela.

Trisha, keep feeding the necessary reporters all the information needed to enhance our prosecution of Ramirez, especially the recording of his threatening John at his last trial, where he was convicted of conspiracy to murder. Release Rameriz’s criminal record to all the pertinent local and regional television stations, as well as the fair and balanced, Fox News.

There was extensive laughter from everyone in the room, as Angela made her condescending comment.

Trisha, while trying to control her laughter stated, Mathew’s, the anchor of the ‘Mathews Report’, is chomping at the bit to expose our latest murder.

Good, said ADA Miller, I can imagine the hysteria that the latest gang member murder will create throughout the region.

I will keep AG Reilly informed, as to our investigation, so that he may rest easy for now, concerning his reelection campaign. He will be the temporary hero, until our full plan is executed, said Angela.

"Our key gang member informant will keep me updated, as to our ultimate plan, and he will be our snitcher of the year, ensuring Ramirez’s conviction.

He will also be given carte blanche in his drug cartel within the Miami market, but that is a small price to pay for his cooperation, said Sheriff DiCarlo.

I concur, said State Police Detective Hiller. It is a simple matter of protecting our source, at all costs.

Okay then members, lets get to work, said Angela. Remember, all communication shall be conducted only in person, and no electronic devices will be utilized. Trisha will be the only conduit for communication, understood?

All parties nodded in assent, and the next secret meeting was set for the following month. Every member knew his or her responsibilities, and set off for judicial, and law enforcement action. The meeting adjourned.

Angela returned to her office at the Palm Beach County court, and prepared the warrant for the arrest of Hector Ramirez. Sheriff DiCarlo sought the warrant, and the hunt was on to catch the bastard. He would pay dearly for his despicable crime. He would suffer for his crime against the State of Florida, and its citizens.

Hector Ramirez was a born-loser given birth by a mother he had the displeasure of knowing, until she died soon after his Brother Stephan’s birth, from a drug-induced suicide. Hector, a crack-cocaine baby, along with his brother survived strictly by the grace of God, left on the doorstep of a local orphanage in the Bronx, New York.

At the age of ten, Hector observed his first murder, while driving with his favorite uncle during a horrendous drive-by shooting. Hector tasted the blood splattering from his uncle’s brain.

After hearing the sound of Rap blare its violence within the Black neighborhood. Hector became immune at the age of ten to all human suffering.

At the age of thirteen, Hector committed his first murder, along with his posse, and he became known for his methods of murder within the ghetto system of justice. He even produced a rap video of his murders to send to his competition, should they not believe his methods of murder. Hector certainly deserved his ultimate demise, even though, for a crime he did not commit. He had committed too many crimes against humanity, even if his victims were pure scum of the Earth.

Hector was arrested by the Palm Beach County swat team headed by Sheriff DiCarlo and beaten within a few inches of his life, while six members of Hector’s posse were assassinated by the blue code of justice.

The snitching member of Hector’s gang, Carlos Manquez received immunity from prosecution for his testimony, and he was granted international protective custody. He would be relocated to a small town outside the capital of Brazil, and he would be allowed to return to his West Palm Beach drug cartel a year later; enough time for gang members’ suspicion to evaporate. Enough time would have elapsed where the entire Ramirez Gang would be dead, or sitting on death row after many convictions.

Hector was prosecuted, and found guilty of murdering prominent D.A. Arqueilara in the first degree, and was sentenced to death by a jury of his peers within fifteen minutes of deliberation. It was of vital importance that the jury foreperson was a plant on behalf of the prosecutor, Angela Arquielara and ADA Miller, her assistant. Hector received his due process, Palm Beach style.

"Good evening Phil, this is James Mitchell reporting from WKIL TV outside the Palm Beach Superior Court, where accused murderer Hector Ramirez was sentenced to death today, for killing DA Arquielara in cold blood, along with his infamous gang members.

"Ramirez and his posse executed D.A. Arquielara utilizing an Acela high-speed train, without remorse. Ramirez’s prosecution is a moot point, because one of his fellow gang members testified against him with immunity, as well as receiving government protection under the witness protection program. The informant described the horrendous murder of not only D.A. Arguielara, but many other gang-member assassinations of at least thirty-five other victims. The jury found Ramirez guilty based upon the witness’s testimony, and rendered the death penalty for the State of Florida.

"Justice has been served, and one of the most violent gang leaders in South Florida will soon make his long walk to final justice before the victim’s family, especially recently promoted District Attorney, Angela Arquielara, the former wife of the victim.

"Angela Arguielara presented her impact statement before the judge, jury, and gallery of spectators in a spectacular fashion, and she was surely instrumental in the deliverance of the death penalty by the seven female, and five male members of the jury.

"This case received national media attention, and a recent television survey focused upon D.A. Arquielara’s tough on crime attitude, and the fierceness of the prosecution in Palm Beach County, where she has been responsible for six death row convictions within the past year.

"Angela Arquielara is now the top candidate for Attorney General in the State of Florida according to the recently conducted survey. The election, of course is next year, and the public is awaiting Angela Arquielara’s consideration, as to whether she will run for the AG’s office.

Phil… back to you at the studio.

James, thank you.

We will keep our viewers posted, as to the date of execution, soon to be announced, and we will also be following the future candidacy of D.A. Angela Arquielara with a special program depicting her life, as the lead prosecutor in Palm Beach County. Noted republican conservative Robert Magan of Fox network, parent company of this affiliate, will host this program that is scheduled to be aired next Monday. Stay tuned.

Angela smiled when she listened to the news report, and she turned over in her bed to fondle Trisha’s breasts. Trisha loved being loved by Angela, yet she knew that Angela loved both, devouring the sweetness of her juices, but also the strength and power of the phallus penetrating her reservoir of hot pleasure.

Trisha felt the warmth of Angela’s sweet scented body next to her, as she caressed Angela, and she felt the heat of her treasure, as Angela moved toward Trisha’s enveloping lips. Their tongues tasted each other’s softness, as they began tasting each other’s pleasure.

Trisha traveled the scent of Angela’s sweetness of her inner nectar, softly kissing and licking her skin’s softness from her peaks of her breasts to her soft belly, before finally reaching her flower of distinction, her utmost taste of pleasure. Trisha’s soft lips and wet tongue kissed, and licked Angela’s inner thighs until her long and narrow tongue opened Angela’s pillars to taste her warm and sweet juices ejaculating from her clitoris.

Trisha and Angela moaned beautiful words of love tasting each other’s ecstasy.

Trisha found Angela’s flowing release of liquid pleasure within her mouth, as she tasted her nectar, and kissed her pussy over, and over until all of Angela’s juices filled her mouth and dripped to her lips, chin, and succulent neck.

Angela rotated her hips and raised her legs until she climaxed, again, and again. She was in heaven, and only sweet pleasure would exist in her mind, at peace with her inner being.

They kissed each other’s lips tasting the sweetness of Angela’s pleasured ecstasy, and caressed the warmth of each other’s peaceful gentleness. Hours passed with expressions of love and caring for each other, never found in the arms of a man’s power.

As the candles’ scent commingled with the sexual aroma of Angela and Trisha’s love making, a silence of words evaporated, and Angela spoke. Back to reality, she said, and Trisha understood the meaning of those words, as she knew Angela would never be her permanent partner in life.

Why do you need a man to love, when you have my devoted love, so sweet, gentle, and caring, asked Trisha?

Angela responded with a frustrated sigh. Because, as James Brown once said, ‘This is a Man’s World.’ And in a man’s world I would be nothing but a sex toy, without finding a significant place in its hierarchy. I must play by their rules until I have the ultimate power of control."

We will change that philosophy in the very near future, said Trisha.

I understand your reasoning Angela, and I fully support your goal to reach such a position in the ‘good ole boy’s’ world, but I also know the price you will have to pay to reach the peak of the mountain, said Trisha.

I know you, and I will always be lovers and friends, because of the special relationship we truly have Trisha, and I know our loyalty will never be compromised by men, but I also know how you detest their power, and the use of women as chattel. In our case that will soon change, so have faith in us, Trisha!

I just do not want to see our relationship compromised by the same power that motivates men, said Trisha.

I will never allow a simple man to get in our way. We have too much to accomplish together. Powerful men will fall by the wayside within our web of justice, and we will accomplish our unified tasks, as never thought possible by these same men, who have taught us the way of self-gratification, egocentric behavior, and the need for absolute power, said Angela.

‘We Shall Overcome,’ as My Father of the sixties generation used to say," stated Angela.

Trisha, you and I will give the police language of testilying, a new meaning, where the ignorant juries selected will believe our evidence, our witnesses, and our acting abilities beyond a shadow of a doubt. We now have the resources, and power within our grasp to set judicial conviction records unheard of in many, many years within this country.

And the citizens of not only our region, but nationally are taking notice, stated Trisha. Yes, and ignorant men within the Black and Puerto Rican low-life population shall pay the piper, for its perpetuation of race and ethnic growth, causing fear within the powerful elite, Trisha. We strong and powerful women must take back our communities.

These gang members profess violence beyond redemption, particularly against our women, where they are merely rotten sex objects to be prostituted as bitches, and carriers of the next generation’s mayhem and destruction, said Trisha.

I know this to be a fact, as a former community member within the slums of Cambridge’s Black and Spanish Community. The gang members within these communities will only continue to preach, and activate their rap language’s message of masculine power, and dominance over its women and children.

Yet, this violence is necessary for us to destroy the gang members, and also to destroy the White man’s judicial power, and control over this disenfranchised Black and Hispanic communities with prejudice, said Angela.

We must be willing to bring the level of violence to a new level, almost to a point of revolution within many of these communities. We must enact our strategy, wherein the gangs can bring absolute havoc to each ghetto, and to the elite establishment of the rich and famous.

The gang leaders must be willing to transpose the violence outside their ghetto existence to the wealthy communities, where not even the justice system can alleviate the level of murder via execution, stated Trisha.

Once this level is reached, where the general population screams for revenge, not only against the gang members, but the judges, and the system that cannot alleviate the suffering, only then will our plan work, said Angela.

"I have recruited such a great team of executors, the population of this region will believe that a revolution has taken place, terrorist acts against the establishment of justice, and our way of life as we know it, Tricia.

Only then, will we be able to overcome the bastards, who have the judicial power in our region. Only then can we take this power away from these egocentrics, who use the judicial system for political opportunity within the election campaigns, fostered by the media’s elite ownership, Trisha.

CHAPTER 4

HECTOR RAMERIZ SAT WITHIN his jail cell, isolated from the rest of the inmate population. His solitary confinement kept him away from his gang-member community, held within this same jail facility. He was under suicide watch, an excuse to keep him away from all other inmates, to alleviate any method of conspiracy of his gang to communicate their methods of revenge against the establishment. However, an inmate trustee named Viet Ming provided Ramirez his conduit to other gang members within the overpopulated hellhole.

Viet Ming needed his drug connection within the jail walls, and the Puerto Rican gang provided all the drugs he would need for the near distant future. Besides, Viet would sell his mother for his fix of crack, and in fact did just that, when he sang like a bird upon his arrest, and incarceration.

Rameriz made his fortune, as the key drug dealer in Palm Beach County, and was intelligent in a street-smart way, and he could afford the best of the criminal defense attorneys, yet he would receive a free pass within the media driven legal community, represented by the best criminal defense attorney, William Savage, pro bono.

Savage had earned his reputation, as a former prosecutor, turned defense attorney within the criminal community of South Florida. He has substantial connections within the Democratic Party having donated hundreds of thousands of dollars to several key legislators from South Florida, including Palm Beach.

Savage had made millions with his media commercials, publicizing his organization’s criminal defense team; young law school graduates from several Ivy League law schools. These young, and ambitious legal minds would earn in the high six figures defending the wealthiest of criminals, while providing pro bono work for the up and coming drug dealers of South Florida. This organization called Protected Services of South Florida has amassed a fortune in controlling the drug industry with political, and judicial impunity.

The system of corrections, the attorney general’s office, and the judicial system perpetuated drug dealing crimes as a big business, where the State of Florida was the recipient of a large portion of the federal budget. A major recipient of these massive federal funds earmarked to the State of Florida went to the Florida Department of Corrections and Prisons, and the Florida Attorney General’s Office. A perpetual money making machine was the benefit to all, especially the citizens of South Florida, when the smaller portion of these exorbitant funds alleviated the taxpayers burden, and no one seemed to care that criminal lawyers and judges were the greatest beneficiaries.

Hector made contact with his lieutenants within his gang, and gave the order to kidnap and execute Chief Justice Phillip Madigan, and ADA Linda Miller.

Hector’s lieutenant, and Brother Stephan would complete the execution. Stephan met with his key gang members, and assigned the tasks necessary to complete each member’s responsibility.

Stephan, who was well read, and self-educated had learned his strategies from the accomplishments of many corporate authors, and he learned to implement his goals through a street-smart education,