Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 6

A l Green’s “Here I Am Baby” played softly from the speakers inside of the cabin as Carlos nursed on his third drink of the day. Seclusion wasn’t his friend in fact it was more like his enemy. It gave him nothing but time to reflect and he hated that. It only made him feel more wrath towards the people that had done him wrong.

Carlos rubbed at his five o’clock shadow as he thought of the call he’d received from his father as he looked for him. Davido and Jazmine were back. They were fucking back and had probably taken their daughter back as well.

“I knew I should have killed that little bitch,” he muttered dropping his glass down onto the coffee table before him.

“Fuck,” Carlos vented.

He peered around the small cabin living room and shuddered. Never in his life had he lived in such a small ass confined space. It felt like prison, making him miss the outside world so much. Miss out on the power he once possessed and miss his family.

“Ungrateful sons of bitches,” Carlos vented kicking out his leg. He fell into the leather sofa as his eyes narrowed. Carlos grabbed his burner phone and dialed up the number to the last person he wanted to speak to as he frowned.

“I can’t talk for long,” Fred huffed taking the call. “I told you to stop calling me, do you want the DEA to trace the fucking calls, Carlos?”

Carlos sat up and grabbed his cigarette while frowning.

“Do you want me to let everyone know that you was stealing right along with me? Don’t fucking try me Fred! I need for you to get some messages through to my kids. I need for them to send me money. Right now, all of my funds is frozen, and I can’t get back into town to locate my safes. Tell them all to wire $8,000 on two separate days to the local Walmart in Baymoor Falls. I’ll text you the address. Tell them to put it in my father’s name. I’ll handle the rest,” Carlos explained.

Fred who was also one of the Founding Members of the Michigan Mafia sighed at the request.

“Carlos, right now I can’t show my face in town. You know that because they are looking for me same as you. I’ll do the best I can to get the word out. I need for you to figure out how to fix all of this shit. Sean won’t be happy until you are in the ground.”

Carlos smirked. He’d always hated Sean who was also a Founding Member. Sean was arrogant and jealous of him. Had always been that way.

“Fuck Sean. I already have some people working on how I can fix this,” Carlos lied. “For now, I need for you to get that message to my kids. Also, I need you to send two of your best shooters to Marcy Falls. I want Jazmine and Davido’s fucking head. Are we clear on that or do I need to expose you for who you really are?”

“I’ll handle it,” Fred replied curtly before ending the call.

Carlos smirked glad to see Fred was doing what he told him to do. Carlos used his other burner phone to call the only number that was in the contact list.

“You better tell me something good,” Agent Tanner from the DEA spoke into the cellphone.

Carlos sat back and took a long pull of his cigarette allowing for the nicotine to enter his system. How the hell had he gotten there? Him a snitch but shit it had to happen. The DEA had him by the balls and the only way out of it was for him to tell. Because he damn sure wasn’t gonna sit in anyone’s jail cell. He was far too fly for that shit.

“I’m still trying to locate the other members. I already told you I can give you my father’s location,” Carlos replied.

“That’s not enough Carlos. For you to have full immunity we need all of the Founding Members and also the residing Don of the Michigan Mafia. We need you to put your foot to the peddle. This offer won’t be on the table long.”

Carlos swallowed hard unsure of how quickly he could find the rest of the members. He only knew of Fred’s location.

“And my kids?”

“Look they aren’t clean, and neither are you. If you don’t get us all of the Founding Members and the Don your kids will reside in a jail cell like you. Boston has murdered someone, and the others all have charges coming against them.”

Carlos sighed, hating how he’d been sloppy enough to get caught.

“I can give you Ossa and Meilani. That’s it,” Carlos offered. He figured that Ossa would be better off in jail and Meilani was attached to Yaseer. She would be fine in jail for a few years. He knew she could hold her own and would have the protection of the Saintil Family. “Did you hear me?”

Agent Tanner cleared his throat.

“What about Boston? We don’t really give a shit about the Cage man but her being taken down will look good for us and the media,” he explained.

Carlos thought of Boston and the child she was carrying. If he could get back close with her he would keep benefiting from those blessings. Mainly the money that the Marceline family pulled in.

“Boston is innocent Tanner. I’ll give you a Boss from Chicago. A prominent one,” Carlos wagered.

The DEA agent was silent for several minutes before sighing.

“It better be a good one. I’ll draw up the paperwork and it won’t be cleared until we have the locations of the people you named.”

The agent ended the call and Carlos felt the room grow hot as he realized he would have to snitch on 90% of the Michigan Mafia’s top bosses just to make it out of the hell he was in.

“Now how the hell am I gonna do this?”

Carlos wondered as his mind worked hard for him because in his situation it was life or death. He wasn’t turning himself into the cops or the Michigan Mafia. He was gonna retire on an island with the baddest bitches and his favorite kids. Jazmine and his slimy ass brother would be dead, and all of his enemies would be locked up. It would work out as long as he did what was needed for it to come to fruition.