Angel's Retirement: Book Three || From The Diary of An Assassin

By Brenda Wright and William Wright

This third sequel to "From the Diary of an Assassin" focuses primarily on Angel's children: her daughter Gloria, also known as Baby Girl, and her son Little Ramon, also known as King. Both have mastered the art of paper stacking to the extent that most people can only dream of. Being a well-known attorney in Chicago, Baby Girl increased the crim

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brenda Wright
• Release date: Nov 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798985092158

Brenda Wright

Brenda Wright (Registered Nurse/Medical Technician) started her career in Research at an Early Phase Unit in George in 2005. There she gained experience as study coordinator, Manager Clinical Planning, Manager Transit Laboratory and Clinical Trial Assistants. Experience includes: Healthy Volunteer, Bio-equivalent, First into Human, Restless Legs, Parkinson’s disease, Alzheimer’s disease, Schizophrenia, Diabetes, COPD, Asthma, Osteo Arthritis, Rheumatoid arthritis, various skin diseases, TB, HIV, Sickle Cell in children and adolescents and Cancer. Brenda joined the CRC in April 2014 as Project Manager and the Research Facility Ward Manager. She has since been appointed as Operations Manager: Pharma-Lead Projects.

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1

King turned nineteen

King was about to turn nineteen years old, and Dallas was preparing Club Sophistication for a surprise birthday celebration. He intended to bring exotic strippers from Hawaii to the party. On the other hand, King wasn’t exactly interested in having a birthday party. He was more interested in being with his girlfriend, Aphrodite. She’d opened his nose wide enough to drive a 57 Chevy straight up his nose.

King called Aphrodite to discuss dinner plans, but Aphrodite rejected him. When Aphrodite told King, she wouldn’t be able to have dinner with him, King inquired why. Aphrodite informed King that she had already made other plans to provide an alibi. King told Aphrodite it was okay and that he would see her later, but he couldn’t believe Aphrodite refused. They were as close as thieves, so her dismissal of him made King suspect something was wrong with her.

King did not know Aphrodite was planning his enormous birthday extravaganza. Aphrodite wasn’t deliberately disregarding him. Dallas had informed her they were holding a birthday party for King. She was assisting Dallas and Baby Girl in preparing for King’s birthday.

King felt terrible that his girl refused to spend time with him when he needed her. So he headed to Club Sexy for some cocktails. Every drink he drank got him angrier by the minute until a loudmouth named Royal approached him. Royal told him he was supposed to be at his birthday party at Club Sophistication at 8 p.m.

Oh yeah, now I know why my girl was acting strangely. She understands how to keep a secret. I genuinely believe she is a keeper. King reflected.

When Dallas and his brothers, Diego and Detroit, walked in with King, the party was already in full swing. King was grinning like a pimp at a player’s ball. He wasn’t surprised, but he couldn’t tell anyone that Royal had told him they were planning a birthday party for him. King noticed Aphrodite standing in a long silk cream-colored Jennifer Lopez designer sequence gown. Aphrodite appeared to have just stepped off America’s top model runway. She was exquisite, and King complimented his girl on her beauty.

After thanking everyone for his birthday celebration, King took Aphrodite’s hand and brought her to the dance floor for some bumps and grind. King was enjoying the party when a fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor. A man was swinging at another. Someone tossed a bottle at King, striking him in the head. King became enraged. He led Aphrodite away from the dance floor, out of harm’s path. He then returned to the floor and began swinging at people. His men quickly followed suit. One guy was enraged after being hit in the mouth and began firing his 9mm. People fled all over the area, forming stampedes in their attempts to escape.

While the shooter was inside the club, King and his soldiers began slaughtering his Westside foes outside. Those guys noticed King as he approached the entrance. Still, King didn’t hesitate to kill the Westside cats, especially since he had all his soldiers watching his back. Do Dirty was one nigga who didn’t like King’s young ass. He couldn’t believe King tried to run him off the street. He wanted King dealt with, but King had spread the notion that he was governing the entire Chicago region and that anyone who disagreed should come and yell at him. The rumor traveled like wildfire, and King quickly amassed many adversaries. But King couldn’t care less. He wanted every drug dealer to know who he was.

King and Aphrodite were driving to the mall when their driver noticed a black Tahoe tailing them. To be sure, the S.U.V. was following them. King instructed the driver to make a few turns to see if his imagination was playing tricks on him. He was, to his amazement, correct. The men following them were attempting to push them into a ditch. The men on the S.U.V. pulled their weapons only to discover that King had bulletproof windows. When the two men could not breach King’s car, King’s henchmen Dallas and Detroit opened fire on them, striking their gas tank and causing the car to explode. The only thing visible was black smoke pouring from their vehicle. The two lads went up in flames with their car. When the fire brigade arrived on the site, they only saw the frame of a flaming car. The remains of the men were merely a remembrance of what was in the car. However, the witnesses didn’t notify the authorities that King was responsible. They knew young King was heavy and did not want to be his next victim, so they remained silent.

King had other plans for him and his sister. He wanted to take their stacking paper cartel to a higher level. His desire to be the cartel’s boss was at an all-time high. King was already a multimillionaire, but he was getting ahead and reveling in the excitement of it all.

On the other hand, Baby Girl had been so preoccupied with her cases that she hadn’t spent time with her brother since his birthday party. She was ready to phone King when he walked into her office. Baby Girl embraced her brother, but noticed a strange smile on his face. She inquired what was wrong. Instead, King asked her sister if they could have dinner and discuss a few things. Baby Girl promised to meet his brother at her house at seven o’clock. King agreed with a smile. He had a proposal for his sister but wasn’t sure if she would accept it. He’d try his hand at it anyway, and if she didn’t want it, he’d just drop it. King had been in a fantastic mood lately. He fell in love with his ideal woman. All his men were lined up, and he had just bought his first home at nineteen. His home cost three million dollars. It had seven bedrooms, five bathrooms, an excellent open floor plan, a large kitchen with all stainless-steel appliances, and a three-car garage. King also had marble flooring in all his chambers, furnished with Italian furniture and antique sculpture. On the wall were paintings of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, Maya Angelou, Diahann Carroll, Nat King COLE, and Tupac and Biggie Smalls. King had his crib set up much like the King’s tower, and he had his shit on lock.

King arrived at his sister’s residence at six fifty-six. He was always on time for the women in his life. King didn’t want to let them down by being impolite. When King arrived at his sister’s front door, all he could smell was fried chicken coming through the cracks. Baby Girl prepared fried chicken, mac and cheese, sugar yams, and cornbread muffins. She had prepared a small buffet for her and her brother. For the first time in a long time, they sat down to a soul food dinner.

I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you weren’t my sister. King exclaimed.

They stared at each other and burst out laughing.

What do you want to drink, little brother? Baby Girl asked.

I’m craving something I haven’t eaten in a long time. King replied.

What exactly is it? Baby Girl inquired.

Some gin and tonic. King responded.

They giggled again since King usually showed his adolescent side to his sister. Still, around everyone else, his demeanor was rough. King wielded the authority of twenty men.

Baby Girl invited her brother for a chat in her den. She was curious about what her younger brother had up his sleeve this time. King began by telling his sister he loved her, to which she replied, I love you too, so what’s on your mind, little brother? I’m dying to know what’s going on in your head.

King ran down his proposition to his sister. He wanted to wash up a lot of money through his sister’s law firm to open up some legal business for a studio for some talented rappers he knew. King also wanted to buy a whole strip mall with another club inside the strip mall.

Baby Girl had to think for a minute because her little brother already had as much money as any young man. Baby Girl told King she needed a few days to sort out some issues before getting back to him. He said okay and walked out the door. When King arrived at his car, he didn’t notice the dark blue sedan parked across the street from his sister’s house, staring at him. It was Tim Taylor and Mark Beckham, two detectives. Their commander and chief ordered them to follow King because his name had been ringing like an elementary school bell. Detective Taylor had no intention of pulling King over for a red light. He simply raced to him. They needed to catch bigger fish, and King was prime rib. They would not risk messing up their task because of a driving violation.

King was driving alone on the freeway, bobbing his head to one of Tupac’s songs, Hail Mary. King didn’t have a scared bone in his body, and he didn’t fear anyone. Everyone feared him instead. King noticed a dark sedan pull over to the side of the road as he pulled into the service station. He called his sister to let her know, just in case. Baby Girl told him to give her the plate number so she could run it through her computer. Baby Girl began her investigation after King hung up the phone. After quick research using her inside contacts, Baby Girl discovered the car belonged to cops. She found her brother was being watched by detectives Taylor and Beckham. Her federal insider informed her everything she needed to know that her computer couldn’t. Donnie told Baby Girl that King was on their watch list. She became concerned because ad never even had a parking ticket. Baby Girl knew her brother was filthy, without a doubt. Baby Girl called King to let him know what was going on and that he needed to relax for a little so she could investigate what they actually had on him.

Okay, sis! Please let me know as soon as you find out. King exclaimed.

King drove about for a bit, hoping to distract the two detectives following him. To throw the cops off, King went to McDonald’s, but the detectives were determined. Detective Taylor didn’t like drug traffickers, especially ones who drove around town in $100,000 cars, so King looked suspicious to him. King had become a target. He didn’t care if King’s young ass would be in jail or on death row. Taylor told his companion that if it were up to him, he would lock King in a cage like a monkey till he died. Detective Beckham knew well that his partner was not only an anti-drug trafficker but also a racist. He did not know why their skipper hadn’t noticed. The two investigators got out of their car. They stood next to King’s candy apple red Lamborghini as he entered the fast-food eatery. Even though Beckham was Cherokee and white, he thought Taylor’s ass was as wrong as two left shoes. He ensured Taylor understood what he had to say about his remarks regarding King.

King came out just in time because Taylor was shining a flashlight into King’s car window. Taylor was looking to see if King had any drugs in his expensive ass automobile so he could arrest him and have his car towed. King not only has a badass attorney sister. He knew his rights. The cops have no apparent cause to follow him around the restaurant and harass him. Beckham instructed Taylor to follow him rather than annoy him, but he did the opposite. Taylor harassed King, jeopardizing any case they could have against him. When King confronted Taylor about why he was peeking in his car without permission, Taylor hit him in the face. Taylor merely fueled the fire. King might now sue the police department for assault and harassment. King demanded to be taken to the hospital to examine his face because his eye swelled upon impact. Taylor informed King he didn’t need to go to the damn hospital and that he deserved to spend some time in jail for two ounces of cocaine he found on the ground near his car’s right tire. Taylor told King that he could either go home or go to jail.

Fuck you! I want to go to the hospital so your punk ass would pay for placing your hands on me without reason. I have witnesses who saw you hit me in the face for nothing. King exclaimed.

When detective Taylor looked up, he saw four persons photographing the scene. Those individuals had never even heard of King. They didn’t know if he sold narcotics or not, but they saw what happened. They had photos on their phones to prove Detective Taylor had hit King for no cause. When Detective Taylor stopped him, he had just walked up to his car to get in.

2

Fighting the system

Baby Girl received a call from an emergency department nurse informing her that her brother was hospitalized with severe facial abrasions. King’s eyes had totally closed because of the punch he received from Detective Taylor.

Detective Taylor could not conceal his emotions. He was yelling profanities that caused everyone in the waiting room to become enraged. His partner attempted to calm him down, but Taylor did not have it. Detective Taylor acted as if he had utterly lost his mind.

Detective Beckham and Detective Taylor had only been partners for three months. That was after Taylor’s previous partner was murdered by teenage drug dealers during a drug bust. When the nurse asked Detective Taylor to leave the hospital, he became furious. Beckham called their captain to inform him that Taylor had finally lost it. He had lost his mind in public, and everyone had seen and heard his racist behavior. He was wildly inappropriate.

Baby Girl raced to the hospital to see her brother. Baby Girl lost it when she saw her brother. King suffered abrasions on his right jaw. He was as bloated as an NFL football being booted by a player on a football field. Baby Girl immediately entered attorney mode. She would sue the Chicago police department for as much money as possible. But first, she wanted to learn what transpired from the witnesses. She spoke with the witnesses and took photos from their cell phones to show what had happened to King. She went to her office and drafted police brutality and police harassment complaints for her brother. She realized she could not defend her brother because of a conflict of interest. Baby Girl decided to notify her boyfriend of the situation. However, she wished to work secretly alongside him on the case which she believed to be in her and her brothers’ best interests.

Steven responded to Baby Girl’s call by coming to her side. He frequently worked with the police, so he understood just how to handle the issue with care. Steven had just concluded a case in which a police officer fatally beat a fifteen-year-old child. So, it was perfectly up his alley to indict a police officer for excessive force. Steven was eager to assist another victim of brutality in obtaining the restitution they required. Steven won at least ten sexual harassment charges and police brutality cases he had handled. Steven knew what they did to King was intentional and purposeful. In addition, he criticized Taylor publicly for his prejudice.

Baby Girl was adamant about going public with the matter. She wanted the NAACP to be informed of the situation, and any individual’s rights and liberties may be violated through police brutality. Steven knew Baby Girl was justified in standing up for her brother’s rights. Still, he also understood that she and her brother did not need the exposure to contacting the NAACP or the civil rights movement. He wanted her to reconsider what she was planning to do. Steven was aware of Baby Girl’s wrath, but she had to keep it in perspective, as her brother was a drug lord kingpin. Steven asked Baby Girl to sleep on her decision, and if she still desired to involve the NAACP and the civil rights struggle, so be it. But he would not recommend that she do so. They had far too much to lose.

After leaving the hospital, Baby Girl had settled down. However, she remained enraged at the notion that Taylor had touched her brother.

King was discharged from the hospital the following morning. They visited his sister, along with Dallas, Diego, and Detroit. After settling with the police department and putting Taylor out of his suffering for good, they agreed to sue the police department without a high-profile press release. Taylor should not be around to let others know what a racist pig he was.

Steven returned to his office and pulled up additional paperwork to start the prosecution of the Chicago police department. While in the area, he decided to stop by and say hello to the new police commissioner, Johnny Newhart. The new commissioner was Steven’s uncle. Steven thought he would ask his uncle for a few favors to make the trial easier. When he approached his uncle for help on how to do the trick without drawing the attention of the authorities, his uncle advised him.

I have much to say about that scumbag, Taylor. I thought it would only be a matter of time until he crossed the line because he had long threatened this department. First, let me tell you something, nephew. I placed this insect in your ear, but you didn’t hear it from me.

Steven informed his uncle that he would not deliberately involve him in anything. Commissioner Newhart told Steven that the entire department was aware of Taylor’s racism and that he should have been fired years ago.

Last year, he murdered a young Hispanic male in a detention cell while being questioned in the interrogation room. Internal affairs examined the event, but they swept specific details under the rug as I heard the officer interrogating the young man without handcuffing him to the chair. The young man snatched Taylor’s revolver, and a wrestling fight ensued. The gun discharged and struck the young man in the chest. In addition, no one raised the fact that Taylor had previously assaulted the young guy before the incident occurred. Commissioner Newhart explained further.

Steven told his uncle that he had heard about the case and that he, too, believed that something dodgy was going on because Taylor was suspended without pay. That was when internal affairs were investigating the crime. Still, this time Stevens’ uncle, the commissioner, was going to assist Steven in getting Taylor’s ass out of the department and onto the streets. He would not let Taylor believe he could break the law and do whatever he pleased because he had a badge. Taylor was now a street vigilante armed with a badge and a firearm. The photos on Baby Girl’s phone displaying Taylor punching King in the face with full force and showing no remorse showed police brutality. Proving that Steven’s uncle was absolutely correct in his assessment of Taylor.

Stephen left his uncle’s office with a stunning new perspective. He was confident that he had detective Taylor by the balls. Not only was he going to bring him down, but he was also going to bring down the police department and internal affairs for allowing Taylor to remain on the force. Taylor was a racist and lacked emotional and physiological support following the death of his former partner, detective Cody.

The trial date was scheduled for three weeks. He desired a swift conclusion to the situation. He did not want the matter to drag on for years. He hoped they settle out of court. Thus, he might also hang them for the murder of the young Hispanic man’s family. He believed that the young man’s mother had her day in court to be justified for