Belonging Season

Chapter-5.3: Operation D and Operation d**k

ALICE POV 

Throughout the night, Nicky persistently tried to get me to his bed and I always seem to find a way not to give in. 

I am tensed of my cover being blown away because of Jamir, who didn’t show any sign of leaving yet. He still hasn’t seen me and it’s only a matter of time. 

I decided to leave but Nicky didn’t let me. He offered me crack and I slipped it in my pocket instead of taking it with him. He gave out a humorless chuckle but before he could question me, the drug started to work in his system, making him roll his and lean onto me. 

Due to his mild intoxicating state, I took in the whole room and the people. The room had no teenagers who come only for drugs. They were men who were involved in this whole dirty business. I tried to take pictures of the whole room of these men, but I couldn’t with Nicky trying to slip his hand under my shirt. 

‘Babyyyy’ Nicky spoke in a sick sluggish voice. 

‘Yea, Nickyyy’ I imitated. Even though he’s a criminal, he’s one hot shot and looks innocent in this state. His thick black hair is in neat spikes and his dark eyes are as intoxicating as his state. 

‘Let’s go to go my place. Let’s make it tonight, baby’ He cooed with a cute pout, I couldn’t resist.  

I would’ve made him my boyfriend of a month or two if he isn’t what he is. 

‘You’re high on crack,’ I said and he snorted before lifting his head from my shoulder ‘And I still don’t know whether you have you STD or not’  

‘I don’t’ he said immediately ‘I check myself every month’  

‘Like that’s going to convince me’  

He narrowed his eyes at me before going for another turn. I watched him as he took the rolled-up dollar note, placed it on the power spread on the table and snorted through his nose. I tried not to give a disgusted look. 

‘I should go’ I said and abruptly stood up, which made him fall sideways on the couch we were sitting. 

‘What no... ok at least tell me your name...’ 

 I was out of ears reach by then. I exited the room and walked down to the bar, my eyes everywhere searching for Jamir. 

I have no idea what position he holds and how important he is to Nicky but he’s one of them and has seen me. He was one of them who came in search of Joyce for the drugs and it was the same night we found Joyce dead.  

I averted my eyes when the kind waiter looked at me and walked directly out of the bar but regretted soon. 

The road is now completely empty except the guys talking and laughing, drunk to their fullest near a dead-end street, but what caught my eyes was a black sleek car. I quickly looked at the name plate before getting my hopes up and for the love of the God it’s the same plate of the same car I saw from Joyce’s apartment window where Jamir was supported by two other men and taken into the car. The bike, however, is not in sight. 

I looked at the men, Gus and other four guys I know not. I saw only the backs of those two men so I don’t know these are the one. I quickly walked to another street and hid myself. 

The men drunk for another while, pissed on the walls before walking towards the bar again.  

‘Yo nigga you comin’?’ Called out Gus, looking over his shoulder. Jamir who was out of my sight inside the street, peeped out only his head. 

‘Coming, man. You guys go on’ He said and the five guys walked inside the bar. 

I walked out of the street and looked at for anyone in the empty road by none. As I neared Jamir, I could hear him humming a soft tune, his piss running out on the footpath. I scrunched my nose and moved away. 

I started whistling Can’t Help Falling in Love and Jamir, zipping his pant, peeped out to look at me. 

I stopped mid-way, as if to say I didn’t expect him to see him and saw his confused eyes turning into realization and then into a pool of fear. 

‘You!’ He uttered bravely with anger and fear. 

‘Yes, me’ I whispered and took a step towards him while he frantically looked out of for help, but found none.  

Just when he was about to scream, I pounced on him, slapping his face on the wall which made him fall down to the ground. Clutching his hair, I pulled him into the dead-end corner that had nothing but dustbin cans and rats, making sure no one’s watching us. 

His mouth is bleeding and I sensed another screaming coming off his throat and quickly shut him up and slamming his back to the dirty wall and grabbing his throat in a tight fist. 

‘Don’t try to act brave with me. I will kill you in a second and run away before your guys come to save you’ I said softly in a threating tone. 

‘Please,’ He choked on his cry ‘I don’t know, man. I don’t know anything. I only deliver the drugs on Nix’s order, now Nicky’s. What happened to Joyce was not a part of the plan, please please let me go’ he begged. 

‘Who’s King?’ I asked the first question that came to my head. 

His scared face turned into that of shock and fear which fueled my curiosity. 

‘No one knows...’  

I raised my hand up to hit him. 

‘No, no wait wait, believe me. No one knows, really. But he’s the King of the underground drug dealing business.’ 

‘What’s his name?’ I asked. 

‘No one knows. He’s called King, known as King’  

‘For how long Joyce has been on drugs?’ 

‘She was a w***e, to Nix. That’s how’ He replied. 

‘Was it Nix who asked his men to that to her?’ 

‘Yes. She took our drugs and ran away. Then she swallowed it all, bro. It was supposed to be sold and the money gone to King. King would’ve killed Nix if the money didn’t come on time. We didn’t have a choice. Please, please I have no hand in her death, I only searched her home’ 

‘Oh, you very well have’ I said, thinking over the same thing Alex confessed before I killed him. 

‘I don’t know how it works here. Everyone’s got their own job and no one’s know what it is. Mine is to deliver drugs. Please, I will surrender and confess everything. Just don’t kill me’  

I could detect the lie in his eyes. 

‘f*****g nigga’ I mumbled and looked around, making sure no one’s watching us before punching him hard on the face, knocking him off. 

I quickly dialed Houston’s number. 

*** 

‘Are you f*****g nuts, Alice Evianna Atticus Smith!’ Houston spoke for the first time after packing up Jamir and throwing him in the trunk of his car and leaving Dead Street. 

Shouted, not spoke. 

‘What did I do?’ I questioned as realistic as possible. 

‘You’re still an agent, not an underground agent!’ He shouted as we drove towards the warehouse where we usually hide people like these as they come out in no time with their influence and support from legal people from legal department. 

‘Yet’ I murmured.  

‘Shut up!’ He screamed ‘What will we do with him? You should’ve killed him at least’ 

‘Are you serious?’ I ridiculed ‘If I kill a criminal, you scream at me not to and now that I caught one, you’re yelling at me for not killing him. Did Logan’s IBS bite you in the arse?’ 

‘Shut up, Alice! Just shut up!’ 

I huffed, crossed my hands over my breasts and looked out of the window.  

When we reached the warehouse, I didn’t help Houston to lift the 6-foot-tall Jamir.  I simply crossed my arms and looked into the dead silent waste land that’s filled with grasses and trees. 

The warehouse is specifically for the department. No matter how straight we are, the criminals get out right under our noses and due to this fact even we need to be wrong sometimes for the right cause. The old banned warehouse is situated deep in the waste lands that’s situated outskirts with nothing but tall grass and trees. Kids and teenagers loiter around often to play and fun but stay out at nights. 

The warehouse has an underground deep passage. Looked like the owner who owned it once did a lot of unwanted stuff in there. We used it to build jails with lock and security system and closed it with brick walls so the kids won’t and can’t find it at any cost and the prisoners held inside can’t get outside nor have their sound reach out since it’s walled up thick and sound proof. 

Houston huffed in irritation and dragged Jamir through the staircase that leads to the basement, not caring that his head is banging each time on each step and Jamir got due to the pain and looked everywhere with panic. He tried to wiggle his hands and legs free from the tight knot of the rope and did a mouth massage to get the duct tape off of his mouth, but nothing really worked. 

‘You’re going to die’ I said in a sadist tone and smiled at him as evilly as possible from above. He looked at Houston who had his back partially facing us with his face turned away and he must’ve guessed he’s a ghost or something, his fear only increased. 

I laughed. Boys are super easy to scare and to fool. They are so dumb, altogether. 

When Houston finally dragged Jamir to one of the cells, he took a deep breath and looked at him. Jamir only dragged himself to the corner and looked at us fearfully. 

‘You’re gonna die, nigga’ I gave a dramatic, filmy evil laugh and left the warehouse to smoke.