RAT by BRIAN R. LUNDIN (best romantic books to read .TXT) 📕

a gap-tooth smile. Lillie pulled Ringo as close as her tits would allow.

“Who is this fine black, young mutherfuker?”
“That’s my partner he is a good looking boy.”
“Sit and have a drink!” Burke said.

Ringo really didn’t drink but he sat anyway and Roscoe poured him a big glass of vodka.
“Down the hatch!”
Lilli, Burke and Roscoe downed their drinks. Ringo took a sip and got hot all over and coughed. Burke, Lillie and Roscoe laughed. Suddenly there was a female voice over Ringo’s radio.
“Beat 204, Beat 204, man with a gun at 4550 south Calumet 3rd floor.”
Roscoe downed the last of his drink.
Gotta go!
Beat 204 arrived at the location in five minutes and parked behind the two squads that were there already. When they entered the stairway two officers were outside the apartment bamming on the door with their batons.

“Police!”
“Fuck you!”
A voice from inside the apartment replied.
“Open the door mutherfucker or we’ll break it down!”
“Fuck you; I’m going to kill this whoring bitch.”
“Move!”
Roscoe kicked the door down and rushed in the apartment and the irate man
raised his gun and aimed at Roscoe but before he got a shot off Ringo shot him in the forehead. The man looked surprised as he looked at Ringo before dropping his gun and falling dead on the dirty floor. Ringo was in shock as he looked at the dead man his hands were trembling violently and he dropped his weapon. The woman sitting on the couch dressed in her bra and panties jumped up started yelling at Ringo.
“You black mutherfuka you killed my man!”
Before she could attack Ringo who was still shaking Roscoe knocked her out.

“That dead mutherfucker is a drug dealer I’ve locked up; let’s
look around maybe something is here.”
The two officers and Roscoe began searching the apartment. Systematically the used a knife and cut open the semen stained mattress, threw women and men underwear out the drawers and searched the closet. Ringo watched all this sitting on a couch drinking a glass of water. Suddenly one of the yelled.

“Found it!

The officers help up three freezer bags, two contained cash and
the other one contained small bags of brown powder. The woman started to wake up but Roscoe hit her in the head with his sap or blackjack and she was out again. The officer spilled the bags of brown powder on the kitchen table.
“Mexican Mud, maybe a six grand worth.”
“How much cash?” Roscoe asked.
The officer empties the bags of cash on the table and began counting.
“Five grand!”
“Let's put everything in place split the dough and call the sergeant.”
“I can deal off the drugs to a guy I know!”

Ringo watched as the officer gave Roscoe three thousand dollars and kept two. They propped the woman on the couch, handcuffed her and threw a blanket over her. Ringo looked at the man he had just killed but the other officer completely ignored him. Ringo felt sick and bounced off the couch and ran to the dirty bathroom and buried his head in the commode. In fifteen minutes the Field Sergeant, Field Lieutenant and Area One Homicide Detectives arrived. Roscoe told the supervisors what happened and how Ringo had saved his life but he didn’t tell them about the drugs and money, Ringo was a hero.
“Let’s go by the cleaners, you look like you could use a drink,”
In the squad car Roscoe gave Ringo a thousand dollars.
This is for saving my ass!
Ringo was on the road to being corrupt.

TWELVE

It took Ringo a while to get over killing the man but he was held in high regards by his fellow officers and received a Department Commendation for saving his partner and perhaps the other officers at the scene. His reward for his heroic action was assignment to the districts Vice Unit’s his partner was Robert Starks a tall, lanky very dark ten year veteran and a member of the Vice Lord Street Gang. Starks knew all the policy runners in the district, all the after-hour gambling joints, all the whores and their pimps, the drug dealers and who were members of the club and who were not. Starks and Ringo were not privy to a cut of the “Commander’s Club,” but they were free to hustle everything else. They worked the “power watch,” 6:00 pm to 2:00 P.M. There were five major policy Wheels that operated in the district and each wheel had ten to twenty runners who picked up bets from the policy stations. Wildcat wheels maybe had four and Starks knew them all. Their first night together Ringo watched as Starks pulled over the runners gave them a small slip of paper and continued on to the whore houses, gambling joints and policy station that wasn’t a part of the club. Ringo was confused what was going on? When they ended their tour of duty and were in the locker room Starks handed Ringo two hundred dollars and explained.
“Those guys I pulled over were policy runners and the slip of paper I gave them was for their field man to meet us tomorrow at 43rd Wentworth where we will get our “ends.” The whore houses and gambling joints are not part of the club and they take care of us once a month, good job, huh?”
Ringo nodded.
During the “power watch,” was when the prostitutes, drug dealers and hustlers were the most active. In early June at 3:00 A.M. they were parked under the CTA elevator station at 47th South Calumet Avenue when Starks spotted Rene’ a prostitute.
“See that hoe I grew up with her, her name is René’ and she was a fine bitch, big ass and tits, we dated a couple of times while in high school but hard as I tried she would never give me none of that pussy but she got hooked and now is nothing but a whore.
Ringo looked at Rene’ she was still attractive and still had a big ass and tits. She was about five feet, jet black skin and sharp features. She was wearing a red mini-skirt, a white see-through blouse, and red thigh-high boots, Starks called her over to the car.
“Whatsup Rene’?”
Rene’ had a blank expression and answered “Whatsup with you Robert?”
How’s business?
“Slow, I might as well go in; you sonofabitches then scared all the tricks off, why don’t you’ll find another spot to waste time.”
“What will you do for us if we leave?”
“What you want?”
“When we were kids you never gave me none of that pussy, I
still want to fuck you.”

Rene’ laughed. “So you want a free fuck, huh?”
”Yep, me and my partner.”
“Fuckit, what is a fuck to me?”
Rene’ got in the back seat of the squad car and Starks drove behind the swimming pool in Washington Park Ringo got out the car.
“I’ve got to take a piss.”
Ringo got out the car and watched Starks climb into the back seat. Ten minutes later he watched as Starks got out the car and pulled up his pants.
“Your turn!”
Ringo looked in the back seat Rene’s short skirt was pulled up exposing her pussy.
“Come on boy, let’s get this over with!”
Ringo climbed into the back seat and had sex with Rene’.
Afterwards they drove Rene’ back to 47th Street.
“Have a good night!”Starks said.
As they drove off, Ringo looked back and saw Rene’ smoothing out her skirt and walking the busy street.


THIRTEEN

Starks and Ringo started shaking down the gangs drug dealers who were not members of the Vice Lord’s Street Gang pimps and everyone else they could. One evening Ringo and Starks was parked facing north in the alley between 43rd South Calumet Avenue and Indiana Avenue when an old beat up Ford entered the alley, stopped at a garbage can and a young black man got out, opened the trunk and got a large Jewels bag out and carefully placed it in the garbage can and got back into his vehicle but before he could take off he was blocked by Starks. The emaciated young man looked to be no older than nineteen.
“What’s in the bag?” Starks asked.
“Fuck if I know I was given fifty bucks to place it in the garbage can.”
“Let’s have a look see!”

Ringo retrieved the bag and opened it. Inside the bag was at lease fifty smaller cellophane bags. Ringo gave one of the bags to Starks that used a switch-blade knife to pierce the bag and got a little of the contents on the knife, Starks tasted the brown powder.
“Taste like Mexican Mud!”
“You’re in big shit!”
The young man was sweating profusely.
“Man I didn’t know what was in the bag, I swear. I was paid fifty bucks and given a bag of smack to make the delivery at 2:00!”
“Who’s the pick-up man?”
“I don’t know!”