Shannon

After they fucking tied us up, Dray started his shit.

“Damn, baby, you are more beautiful than I remember,” Dray said, holding his gun on me while he forcefully kissed my lips.

“Mmmm,” I groaned, turning my face away.

“You don’t mind me kissing you, do you? I mean, you’ve fucked for what you wanted all this time—your husband’s best friend and Bobby Knight—and let’s not forget you set your own husband up. It just doesn’t get more grimy than that, baby girl,” Dray continued.

“Yo, man, leave her the fuck out of this. Take the fucking money and get the fuck out!” Jock barked, fighting against the telephone wire binding his hands. Before the words were fully out of his mouth, a gun went slamming into his head, immediately drawing blood and causing a gash over his eye.

“Ahhh!” Jock screamed out.

“Now, don’t talk,” Dray said, like he was getting off on the power.

“So, Ms. Marshall, where is the money?” Dray asked.

“I don’t have it here,” I lied.

“Well, you don’t fucking have it in a bank either,” Dray snapped, lifting his gun menacingly.

“I have it put away,” I said sarcastically. Shit, at this point if he was going to kill me, he was just going to kill me.

“Okay, well, I’m waiting to hear where that is,” Dray said snidely.

“I bet you are,” I retorted.

With that, Dray pointed his gun at Jock and shot him in the leg.

“AHHHHHH!” Jock let out a screeching, animallike scream, his head falling to his chest as he tried to catch his breath from the pain. Blood was pouring out of Jock’s leg. I started sobbing when I heard Lil Todd start crying upstairs.

“Please! Let me get my son,” I pleaded with Dray, looking him in the eye to appeal to any mercy he may have.

“Baby girl, all you got to do is tell us where the money is so we can get the fuck up out of here. See, I don’t have a beef with you. I had the beef with Bobby Knight, so his money belongs to me—you know, payback, restitution,” Dray growled, his eyes looking all fucking crazy. He was a DEA agent, but obviously he wasn’t sticking to no fucking code of honor right now.

“The money is in a safe in the closet,” I surrendered, because my son was screaming and I was so scared he would open the door and run downstairs and see what was going on. It wasn’t worth it.

“Go,” Dray said, nodding to his partner. The man left. I heard the silenced gun go off as he shot the fucking lock off the safe. I jumped, hoping he didn’t try to hurt my son.

“There’s no money in here!” he called out.

As soon as Dray turned his head to respond to his partner, I heard voices screaming, “POLICE! POLICE! Drop the weapon! Drop the fucking weapon!”

My jaw dropped when all these cops came trampling up in my apartment. I was really confused as hell now.

Dray turned toward the cops who were rushing in and raised his gun. Before he could get a shot off, like ten of the cops who were filing in the door let off shots on his ass. I heard Lil Todd crying louder at the top of the steps. All of the screaming and chaos must’ve scared my baby almost half to death.

“Oh my God! Please don’t shoot my son!” I screamed, closing my eyes as tears flowed out of them like a river. The other guy who had been with Dray came running out when he heard the shots, and the police officers shot him too. The remainder of the cops came rushing in and started barking orders.

“Call an ambulance! Untie them! Get the kid!”

I was glad they had an ambulance called for Jock, because he looked like he had lost a lot of blood. The cops finally untied me and started asking me questions. One of the cops who walked over to me I recognized from Norfolk. He was one of the fucking cops who was always after Todd.

“Ms. Marshall, we followed Jock all the way here, and you’re lucky we did or you’d be dead. Andre Burkett was an undercover DEA agent who was not satisfied that you’d gotten away with the money he felt he was entitled to. When he didn’t get his way, he went AWOL from his team. Luckily, Jock led us to you, and we figured out that Agent Burkett was coming after you,” the cop said. He noticed the look on my face. “I am Sergeant Labeckie from the Norfolk Police Department gang and narcotics unit. Ms. Marshall, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you….”

I just stared at him in shock. When Dray’s partner said there was no money in the safe, I knew immediately Jock had turned the tables on me.

I sat in my jail cell waiting for the count. “Marshall, mail,” the fat female CO who I hated called out. I grabbed the letter from her hand. I had been locked up for weeks with no mail, no commissary money, nothing. I ripped open the letter and read it:

Dear Shannon,

I guess the fucking joke was on you. I heard through the grapevine that Jock turned on your ass. I had to laugh. I guess you should’ve been more careful about who you gave your pussy up to. If I had gotten out, you would’ve been sitting pretty right now. Instead, you are being charged with conspiracy to commit armed robbery and accessory to murder. You must be kicking the shit out of yourself right now. I hope you rot in jail, you bitch! By the way, the judge put the plea back on the table for me, so with good behavior I will be out in seven. I hope you grow old and fucking die in prison, you grimy bitch. You will always remember the end result of the ultimate heist!
Love your husband,
Todd

I folded the paper, hung my head, and sobbed and sobbed until I was completely dried out of tears. The next day when my lawyer visited me, I told him where he could go to find his fee. He was the same lawyer who had gotten Todd off so many times. A bitch wasn’t that stupid. Money for a rainy day was a must. I had to get out because I definitely had revenge to exact on a few motherfuckers.