Both nurses stopped what they were doing and looked at him and then at each other confusingly. “What did you just say?”
MJ huffed, blowing out steam from his anger that was building up inside and forming enraged from the thought of seeking revenge on the nigga who’d done that to him. “My daughter, Marlorana! I need to know if she is okay, now!” MJ said in a confused and menacing tone.
Both nurses looked at each other again and this time the older black lady spoke up. “Honey, from what I read in the incident report when you got grabbed at your original camp before they moved you here, your visitors were okay and they weren’t harmed. They were the ones who called for help and stayed there by your side until the officers arrived. Now, I know you …show more content…
Sorry, it just doesn’t come with my swag. I think you got the wrong guy for the job, so I’m gonna pass on this bullshit, fellas!” MJ’s poker face was bluffing, setting up bait for them to bit, so he could find out just how desperate they were for his help.
Agent Dyer gritted his teeth and started turning red as hell like white people always do when they get upset.
Marlo knew he had ‘em just where he wanted ‘em when Agent Baily took the floor.
“You know it’s kinda funny that you would sit here and tell us a bold faced lie like that when we know for a fact that Phillipe James, who has your last name is your first cousin and that you have a daughter by Vernos Castella’s only child, Havannah Castello. What? You didn’t think we knew that? You think this whole thing is some kind of coincidence?
Come on, Marlo, for Christ sake, we’re the fucking FBI. We know how many hairs are in the crack of your ass! Nothing gets passed us unnoticed! And for the life of me, I can’t understand why you would want to protect the guy who’s laying the pipe to your wife? Oops, I’m sorry, I forgot. You never got the chance to get married. But still the same cousin, huh? And not to mention that piece of shit father-in-law of yours, who put a hit out on you and paid to have you whacked in prison three months …show more content…
He took the opportunity to strike again. “So out of all this double-O-7, top-secret bullshit, y’all trying to use me to do. What am I getting out of this? You still haven’t clarified that part yet.”
Agent Baily looked at his partner, who gave a nod of approval. Making eye contact with MJ, Baily began his speech. “Well, we’ve made a few calls and got a favor or two from the governor of the state. He’s willing to help the FBI by helping you. He’s willing to give you a pardon on the life sentence you’re serving, converted it to Parole if you cooperate with us by helping us bring down Vernos Castella’s drug operation. So you’ll get your freedom back. We’ll set you up in a nice house and as a constellation prize of a hundred grand to help get your life back on track if you agree.
But if you don’t…then…I guess you can finish rotting in prison for the rest of your measly life and pray for the parole that you’ll never get. And believe me, we have ways of making sure of that. Or, you can use your brain for the purpose God intended for you to use it and sign this document right here on the dotted line.” Agent Baily extended his hand to pass MJ the pen and folder with the consent forms inside.
Instead of reaching out his hand to receive them, he just laid there for a
MJ huffed, blowing out steam from his anger that was building up inside and forming enraged from the thought of seeking revenge on the nigga who’d done that to him. “My daughter, Marlorana! I need to know if she is okay, now!” MJ said in a confused and menacing tone.
Both nurses looked at each other again and this time the older black lady spoke up. “Honey, from what I read in the incident report when you got grabbed at your original camp before they moved you here, your visitors were okay and they weren’t harmed. They were the ones who called for help and stayed there by your side until the officers arrived. Now, I know you …show more content…
Sorry, it just doesn’t come with my swag. I think you got the wrong guy for the job, so I’m gonna pass on this bullshit, fellas!” MJ’s poker face was bluffing, setting up bait for them to bit, so he could find out just how desperate they were for his help.
Agent Dyer gritted his teeth and started turning red as hell like white people always do when they get upset.
Marlo knew he had ‘em just where he wanted ‘em when Agent Baily took the floor.
“You know it’s kinda funny that you would sit here and tell us a bold faced lie like that when we know for a fact that Phillipe James, who has your last name is your first cousin and that you have a daughter by Vernos Castella’s only child, Havannah Castello. What? You didn’t think we knew that? You think this whole thing is some kind of coincidence?
Come on, Marlo, for Christ sake, we’re the fucking FBI. We know how many hairs are in the crack of your ass! Nothing gets passed us unnoticed! And for the life of me, I can’t understand why you would want to protect the guy who’s laying the pipe to your wife? Oops, I’m sorry, I forgot. You never got the chance to get married. But still the same cousin, huh? And not to mention that piece of shit father-in-law of yours, who put a hit out on you and paid to have you whacked in prison three months …show more content…
He took the opportunity to strike again. “So out of all this double-O-7, top-secret bullshit, y’all trying to use me to do. What am I getting out of this? You still haven’t clarified that part yet.”
Agent Baily looked at his partner, who gave a nod of approval. Making eye contact with MJ, Baily began his speech. “Well, we’ve made a few calls and got a favor or two from the governor of the state. He’s willing to help the FBI by helping you. He’s willing to give you a pardon on the life sentence you’re serving, converted it to Parole if you cooperate with us by helping us bring down Vernos Castella’s drug operation. So you’ll get your freedom back. We’ll set you up in a nice house and as a constellation prize of a hundred grand to help get your life back on track if you agree.
But if you don’t…then…I guess you can finish rotting in prison for the rest of your measly life and pray for the parole that you’ll never get. And believe me, we have ways of making sure of that. Or, you can use your brain for the purpose God intended for you to use it and sign this document right here on the dotted line.” Agent Baily extended his hand to pass MJ the pen and folder with the consent forms inside.
Instead of reaching out his hand to receive them, he just laid there for a