Decatur Cab

By Thomas Green

There is a taxi company in Georgia that doesn't give a damn about picking up passengers.

 

Decatur Cab is a hard-edged story gracefully told in the manner only Thomas Green can: with brilliant twists and turns until the bullet-ridden conclusion that will leave you short of breath.

 

Decatur Cab is a sophisticated courier system, moving massive bags of work and thick stacks of cash through the circling and connecting streets of the metro Atlanta area‑with nearly an entire police force watching out for them black and gold, revved up Impalas.

But when a sexy undercover agent goes missing and a cab crashes and fills the sky with millions of dollars, there was no way for the cabbies to remain under the radar of the major law enforcement agencies. The Feds now send in one of their best operatives, a thirty-year veteran, to both find the agent and destroy the Decatur Cab Co.   …by any means necessary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas Green
• Release date: Apr 22, 2024
• ISBN: 9780979140464

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Prologue

Brey Bell was a damn good undercover Federal agent.

She was smart, witty and courageous. Nevertheless, when FBI Special Agent Bell spoke those words to her handler that was his first clear indication that the Federal Bureau of Investigation could be in danger of losing an undercover operative.

Brey was also sexy in an alluring, sweet way. She was twenty-seven yet looked 16 - so innocent, yet she had a way of speaking that let you know she was no young fool. Brey had pretty, delicate features with large soft hazel eyes and full, pouty lips. From the neck down she had the body parts to never have to worry about working hard a day in her life. She was five-foot-six with 32Fs that were naturally perky and a full round bottom that look firm enough to spank, still in jiggled when she walked. Her legs were the stuff of male fantasies: long and slender, yet curvaceous, so perfectly proportioned they seemed to have been sculpted by an artist’s hand.

She liked the job. She was a good liar and loved acting out fantasies with ruthless men with money.

She liked men. They always seemed to notice her, give her attention and be nice to her. She just did not like love. In real life, a man in love with her represented a chance to be hurt. She felt that as an undercover Fed, she could turn those tables around. Guys would never see the hurt coming; she’d do better than fuck them and leave them. She’d fuck them and they’d go to jail. She’d lure any drug predator into her arms, using sex as the ultimate entrapment scam.

Pirate was different. He had a collection of fine women willing to do whatever for his attention, yet he wanted to spend time with her, and he showed her love. Pirate was a charming hustler; very smart, very scary dude. His eyes were always red; not bloodshot though, more like a misty pinkish that made him seem high and dangerous. In running his multi-million dollar empire, he was invisible and ruthless. She understood no man could run such an organization without using violence as a regular business tool. Racism and poverty drove him into crime. A lying woman made him ruthless. Now he was a titan of industry, with a long blood trail in his wake.

The Feds gave her a new name, Trisha. They gave her a modest apartment in Decatur, Georgia. They got her a job at the Starbucks connected to the building where Pirate had an office for his headquarters. Soon he saw her and it all began. The more she got to know Pirate, the more fascinated Brey became. Before long, Brey found herself looking forward to spending time with the killer/drug dealer. She knew the Feds couldn’t infiltrate his organization. She knew he inspired loyalty among his crew and fellow criminals and drug dealers, making police infiltration all but impossible.

There had been a noticeable kind of craziness about Pirate since he met Trisha Bell from Virginia. First, it seemed to simply be sexual lust. Then suddenly he Pirate was a man possessed, irrationally putting Trisha ahead of business. He was head over heels in love with Trisha.

Folk, you hit between the eyes, his right hand man, Mike told him.

You fucking right.

To Pirate, Brey Bell was the most sensual woman he had ever known. But he knew her as Trisha. For all his sexual experience, he had never known anyone like her. An innocent intensity. And she was smart, witty and tough. The perfect chick for him to retire with.

When he told her about a trip to Mexico, she thought only of seeing gangsters and drug dealers in a seedy small town. But no, he told her the trip was all about them. They would be going to a resort to talk about a future together; a future without drug dealing or killing, only chilling in exotic places, sweet sex and spending his big bucks. She was in love, she admitted, and felt she would come back to America a changed woman.

And it was in Mexico where she slipped and fell out of range of the FBI. She didn’t tell the agency about the trip.

In her mind, this was the beginning of the rest of her life.

She had agents watching her. She had agents close enough to help her if she needed saving. But she wanted some alone time with the criminal.

The official reason Pirate made the trip to Mexico was to secure a major shipment of an assortment of drugs and weapons. He also supervised the hiring of the pilots and the pricing of the purchases. The Mexicans and White men he met with were all dressed well, clean cut, manicured. But the Black guys...The Memphis gunrunners scared her. They dressed like a thugged-out rap group, smelled like a bag of weed and by the way they carried themselves, the way they held their shoulders, how they said sir and ma’am, they were ex-military. Some elite outfit.

They had looked death in the eye, and liked it. By the way they carried themselves, the way they held their shoulders, and they were ex-military. Some elite outfit of the Army.

The second time those guys came by she decided to not be around. She took a walk. This was it, her crossroads. She had to report this union. This was going to be the biggest bust of her career, really her first real bust. She would bring down a man the Federal government could never get its hands on for long.

She would be a star.

If she did that.

While walking the Gulf’s shoreline she decided she rather be a drug lord’s wifey instead of a FBI star agent.

She’d tell you it was the calm waters out in the horizon that help ease her into the life changing decision. She would tell Pirate the whole story. And he will understand. He had to know she was down for him; she had been privy to many dirty dealings-she knew where the bodies were and how and where he hid his millions of dollars and yet she had not brought him down, not arrested him.

For a second, Brey did think she was might be naïve to believe this killer would understand but she was confident she knew men. She understood how they acted when they were truly in love. And Pirate loved her.

She looked out across the aqua blue waters for affirmation. The waters formed and roared on the pure white sands, at her bare, professionally pedicured feet to match her neon green two-piece bathing suit.

Her mind was made up.

She crossed the beach on her return, sand clinging to her damp feet, sandals swinging from her fingers; she didn’t notice Pirate was on the balcony of their villa watching her approach.

Damn, she had a bad body, he was thinking. The xxx followed closely the shape of her body, hanging freely from a neat waistline to end just above her knees.

You a fucking hottie.

You still think so?

Fuck yeah.

Why you seem tense?

That’s me. Tense.

She pushed up on him now, her arms around his neck, her toes pushing her up to give him a kiss. Before Trisha Bell, Pirate wasn’t the kind of guy who smooched like a lover. Shit, there weren’t many women he had kissed at all.

Then let me relax you.

That’s why you here.

Trisha pushed him through the French doors. She quietly undressed him and pushed him to lay down. She oiled her soft, delicate hands and massaged her man. She made sure her breasts touched his body as much as possible.

This is the shit.

How did it go, baby? she asked seductively.

Them Memphis boys are coming in as security and they will make the pickup from the planes and move the guns. This is a big deal. A final deal.

She just kept massaging, wondering.

We do this, and then we done. Move to a fucking island and be lovers until we too old to swim in the ocean.

I mean, I like that. But... you never really say how you feel about me?

if you think that, you ain’t hearing me then.

Pirate was rough again. She liked his variety.

A woman gotta hear it, is what I am saying.

He said, I’ve been looking a long time for someone like you. You are the last piece to my puzzle. With a lady like you beside me...

He leaned in and kissed her and he had the goofy look in his eye only a working stiff could have. Marry me.

A slice of fear cut at her heart.

Marry you? she said.

He nodded, his eyes on her strong. You going to say yes or what?

I can’t believe it. I want to marry you. She moved in and they kissed.

Let’s call your parents, he said excitedly, and tell them you met a man and you’re in love and you having a big fucking wedding in Georgia.

She smiled before he finished talking. He sounded so giddy, so unlike the stern thug who she saw punch a woman in the face

Fuck the Feds and law and order, she thought. Marriage without financial worries might be sweet...until he is killed or brought to justice, she considered somberly. Brey stiffened but then a smile played in the corners of her mouth.

Oh, okay, she said gamely at last.

She picked up her cell and brushes a few grains of sand away from it and dialed a saved number under DAD.

The man playing her dad was her boss, her handler, Supervisory Special Agent Antonio Drearie. He hadn’t heard from Brey in two days, since they landed in Mexico.

Special Agent Drearie had been on the lookout for fresh African American faces that were attached to nice bodies to work undercover, sent her to the academy and then had DEA female agent spend a month with her, tutoring her in the seedy world of undercover work.

Now he didn’t think he knew her at all. He wasn’t sure what was up...she had been evasive on the phone in recent verbal reports. The two agents shadowing her had not been able to keep up with her. For two days she had been off the grid.

Now she sounded giddy, really in love, Agent Drearie mused. In no way was this flighty excitement coming from his undercover operative a good thing.

As she talked, Pirate kissed her elbows to her hand. When Trisha didn’t get to the point fast enough, he said loudly in her ear, Tell him you are in love. Tell him that I love you.

Drearie could hear that murderous motherfucker whispering like a bitch-nigga. Brey... he called softly, using her real name. What the fuck?

I am cool, everything is alright. He wants to marry me.

Agent Drearie sighed. He was considering that he might be listening in, so he chose his words carefully. That’s wonderful honey. Are you sure about this? What did you say?

She turned to the smiling drug-dealing murderer and told her boss, I told him I feel the same way. I love him, daddy.

My God. Panic rose from Agent Drearie’s gut. He couldn’t think of the panic code, the rescue code, anything professional. The young agent he had spent so long training and sent out on this mission was in danger and all he could think of was how far away she was, how helpless he was to reach out to her.

Pirate was back again with more instructions: Tell him that you are ready for me. That you need me. That you can’t live without me.

Brey ignored him and kept on talking. She was still babbling as if she was acting like a teenager in love instead of an operative for the government spying on a dangerous man.

Was she rambling on in fright? Was she calling for help?

Drearie moved to his laptop and honed in on her location.

The rescue code came to him as he sobered. Maybe you should come home and let’s talk a little about it.

No, no need for that. We don’t need to talk about it. I’m sure this is what I want to do. I want to marry him.

What the fuck, Dreaire sighed bitterly. That wasn’t the answer he expected. Her reply for help was supposed to be: Maybe I should, or yes I do need to

Don’t worry, daddy. I am done. Dating, bullshit jobs. I am done.

Pirate swung his legs off the bed and sat close to her. What is he saying? He’s worrying about me taking care of you? Give me the phone.

No, no baby, not on the phone, she turned to Pirate and consoled him. Daddy is just a little shocked.

Trisha? Drearie breathed. What about your brothers? They are worried.

Daddy, don’t be like that. I am a big girl. I know what I am doing.

Trisha...Brey...Brey... Drearie kept his voice low, calm.

Yes, I know what you are going to say, that it was too quick and such and such, but I feel it in my bones. I love him.

Brey...move away from him and talk to me.

We are in Mexico. Lovely Mexico.

I know.

You ain’t coming down here. Stop it, Daddy. You acting like I am sixteen or something.

What about your mother? he played along, his voice stern. He got on the landline and called the agents in Atlanta who was supposed to be watching her back.

Brey paused and thought about her mother. Pirate felt the sudden tension, the change in her face was evident.

She said, Daddy, I’ma go. I will talk to y’all later.

I am getting on a plane. You can tell me in my face what’s going on.

Bye.

Be there in three hours or less.

She ended the call.

What, Pirate said, he know me huh?

She turned, and just as Pirate expected, he saw that fear had replaced the high spirits.

Pirate added, they are just your parents, they had been done raising you. If this is what you want, we will be alright/ and believe me, they will come around, as long as you are happy.

She didn’t break from the apprehensive look.

I want us to be honest with each other, from the start. No secrets.

No secrets...Pirate came away from the lovey-dovey shit. What fucking secret you got?

We do need to be honest. I need to come clean.

Pirate sobered. It’s nothing, his mind was saying, a baby, maybe she a thief...nothing major.

I do love you. I do want to marry you but you have to know something about me...

My name is not Trisha. It’s Brey. I am a Federal officer. An FBI agent. Undercover."

A fucking cop?

The room shaded dark with red. Anger was washing over him. He fought a nerve that said bust her ass. Pirate itched to kill her; snap her fucking neck and be done with this bitch. He settled his nerves. He had to catch his breath. Slow the panic. He watched her body shake and she began to sob.

Pirate said, That was your handler, the boss on the phone? his voice was weak.

Yeah...yes.

So he knows where we at?

He’s coming. He thinks you are about to do something to me. Kareem, I love you. I’ll help you. I won’t let them take you.

It’s alright, he said sympathetically. You ain’t know me. You were doing your job.

I’m sorry. I love you. I didn’t give them anything.

Pirate was nodding his head with a grin that could be seen as a smirk. He moved to her, opened his hands and took her into a hug. Shit, I fucking fell for you. You the shit. You damn good. I ain’t losing you.

I’m sorry, she cried into his chest.

It’s okay. It’s going to be alright. We done here. We out.

I want to be with you, be your woman...

You are. You wit’ me. You mine. Forever.

He kissed the top of her head and with a little more force than usual, he bent her head back and kissed her face and lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Trisha/Brey returned the gesture, sliding her tongue over his. They exchanged hungry kisses.

He pushed her down by the shoulders and she responded.

Oh, he wants head? She smiled. He was going to get his skull!

Not more than a minute after she lathered his cock, working slowly, sensuously, he pushed her up. Get naked.

She did, quickly.

He took off his clothes leisurely, his eyes on her the whole time. Brey’s soft, curvy body appealed to him even though she had betrayed him. She was deep in his psyche. He was iron-hard by the time he knelt in front of her. He crammed into her with one greedy thrust and she bucked her hips upward to invite him all in.

She looked up to see his eyes were upon hers. I love you, I can’t hurt you, her voice was hoarse with lust, I love you, this pussy loves you...

Pirate fucked her hard, making her sexy body shudder with the impact. That was exactly what she needed to put her mind at ease, to let her know he still loved her. Pirate felt her sex clamp like a vise around his cock and drench it. He continued to bang her hard through her climax.

She writhed and bucked and moaned, and declared love. Ohhh, Kareem, baby! It’s yours, get it, get it! she sobbed. Ohhh, yes, yes, yes.

Pirate went into high gear, and as he watched her lust-contorted face and wildly bouncing tits, he suddenly realized he was going to cum. He fucked her faster and harder, wanting to take out his frustration of being a dummy on her sweet pussy, and a second later he felt her spasm, her sex clutching his cock. He grunted angrily and pushed in deeper and exploded his load into her.

Oh! she bucked violently and dug her nails into his arms. Shit. Damn.

He laid her body atop hers. You love me?

I love you.

On the private plane ride back to Georgia, Brey was feeling fresh, a bit apprehensive and weary but she was eager to get on with the rest of her new life. She noticed that Pirate was distant. But he got like that at times. He was just in business mode...she thought.

Even when she saw that L Boogie, Big D Mac and that psycho Mike she

Her trained mind kicked in though. Over running her thoughts on a new life as a gangsta’s wife. She suddenly noted that Pirate hadn’t asked her how much evidence had she turned over in his case.

And she looked to him and he was ignoring her. She noticed now that he had been wordless for more than an hour. When she turned to address Pirate, Big D Mac was up on her and she jerked from fright.

Pirate snatched her large Coach bag and dug in it. He dropped it once he got his hand on her cell phone.

Her body stiffened.

Big D got his enormous hands on her and wrestled her down to the runway. She cried out. He smacked her so hard on the side of her head she went deaf