Baltimore Chronicles (9 page)

“Your Honor, can we approach the bench?” Anthony Gill was coming apart. His shirt was wrinkled, he looked like he hadn't shaved or cut his hair in weeks, and he had bags under his eyes, hinting he hadn't slept a single hour in the three weeks since the trial had begun.

“Approach,” Tiphani said dryly. She couldn't wait to shoot him down on whatever he was going to ask. It had become a daily occurrence in the courtroom to the point where the spectators in the gallery began to look forward to what kind of spectacle she would make out of him every day.

“Your Honor, the State planned on introducing two evidence exhibits today, and, and, well, um?”

“Get to the point, Mr. Gill.” Tiphani already knew what he was trying to say, but she had to play dumb.

“Our evidence has gone missing, Your Honor,” Anthony blurted out. He looked like he was about to cry.

“Mr. Gill, is this some sort of sick joke?”

“We registered the evidence exhibits with the court as State exhibit 1 and 1a. I'm sure of it; my paralegal has the stamped receipt. But, but…”

Anthony was really not doing well. His eyes wide and pleading, he looked as if he would just faint right then and there.

“Mr. Gill, you have made so many errors during this trial, I am very tempted to call a mistrial. Either you get it together, or I'm going to end this circus right here and right now.” Tiphani loved the attention of being on center stage and was putting on a show for the courtroom.

In response to Tiphani's berating, Anthony could hardly muster a rebuttal. He just slumped his shoulders in defeat.

Scar's defense attorney pounced on the opportunity to further embarrass Anthony. “Your Honor, with all due respect, we need to continue the trial with or without the State's so-called evidence. It's just too bad the bungling fools at the DA's office can't keep up with their own exhibits.”

“I agree. The trial must go on. Mr. Gill, I guess that evidence just won't be admitted. Either find something else, or pick up where you left off.” Tiphani had to try very hard to keep a smile from spreading across her face. She felt more powerful than God when she sat up on that bench. Being able to manipulate lives made her pussy wet, and she squirmed in her seat, opening and closing her thighs to create friction around her clit.

Tiphani knew exactly what had happened to the State's exhibits. She had facilitated the disappearance of two weapons that Scar had allegedly used, one in an assault so severe, a store owner almost died, and the other, he had used to kill a police officer. She wasn't about to let those come into her courtroom.

Anthony Gill rushed back over to his table. His list of witnesses was dwindling. All of the witnesses who were supposed to testify against Scar began backing out when they heard Scar was actually back in town. Anthony was scrambling to keep the case against Scar together and wasn't doing a very good job of it.

Tiphani looked over at Scar and gave him the same little eye signal. Just as she took her eyes off Scar, she spotted Rodriguez staring right into her face. She cleared her throat and held her gaze for a few seconds. Rodriguez's presence at the trial every single day made Tiphani uneasy. She couldn't figure out why she was so interested in Scar's trial. Especially since she had taken dirty money from him.

Tiphani rolled her eyes at Rodriguez and turned her attention back to the trial. She secretly hoped that Rodriguez hadn't noticed her little signals to Scar, but Rodriguez wasn't the only one who noticed.

Day, who was also at the trial most days with Sticks, showing support for Scar, saw the same thing. He and Scar hadn't officially met yet, but they had a history that went way back. As Day sat in the courtroom for another trial against Scar, he couldn't help but get a feeling of déjà vu. The feeling that Scar was going to inevitably get off permeated both trials. He just sat in the trial and thought to himself,
These government mu'fuckas always fuck these trials up. If you want something done right, do it yourself. I'll have to take Scar down myself.

 

Rodriguez was convinced there was something going on between Tiphani and Scar. She watched the little exchanges between them and watched Tiphani use the same number of eye blinks each day, the same cough, and a little finger-tap to signal things to Scar. She couldn't prove it yet, but she knew for damn sure that something fishy was going on between Scar and Tiphani, and she planned to continue attending the trial until she got something concrete. She had to be careful before going public with her suspicions, knowing firsthand how far-reaching Scar's power was. She didn't want to end up like the rest of the DES unit—either dead or in jail.

 

“I am asking that you convict Stephon Johnson on all charges. He is a menace to society. Mr. Johnson has ruined the lives of hundreds of young kids. He has been responsible for ninety percent of the drug distribution on the streets of Baltimore, and he has engaged in bribery, racketeering, and murder. He needs to be off the streets immediately. Only you can do that. The State rests its case,” Anthony said to the men and women of the jury in his closing argument. Anthony just wanted the entire debacle to be over. He had failed the city of Baltimore. He was suffering from severe insomnia and had gone home at least four nights, put a .22-caliber in his mouth, and contemplated pulling the trigger. He knew his career wouldn't survive if Scar was acquitted, and he'd been made a fool of enough already.

As Anthony made his way back to the prosecutor's table, he looked over at Scar and shook his head. Without words he acknowledged that Scar was more powerful than himself. He had basically thrown in the towel.

Scar looked over at the jury and saw two members yawn while Anthony was speaking. He chuckled to himself. He felt like the king of Baltimore. Scar was so sure he would get an acquittal, he was unfazed by the proceedings. He even slept with ease in the jail at night because he knew it wouldn't be for long.

Scar's defense attorney barely had to say anything during his closing remarks. He basically harped on the fact that Anthony had bungled the State's case against Scar. It looked like it was working. The jury was attentive, and a few members had even shaken their heads in agreement with the defense. The court proceedings were adjourned while the jury deliberated.

 

Tiphani raced back to her chambers after she sent the jury out. She paced up and down the floor of her grand office space silently praying that the jury would come back with a quick acquittal. She couldn't wait much longer to have Scar touch her body. As a judge, she couldn't interfere with the jury, but she really wanted to send them a note saying, “Hurry the fuck up.”

She jumped when her desk phone rang. “Hello,” she answered, anticipation evident in her voice. The jury had reached a verdict. “Okay, I'll be right out,” she said. She rushed into her robe so fast, she tripped over it and almost busted her ass. “Calm down, Tiphani, calm down,” she said to herself.

Tiphani was back on the bench within minutes of the call. “Jury, have you reached a verdict in the case of the State of Maryland versus Stephon ‘Scar' Johnson?” She felt all tingly inside when she said his name.

“Yes, we have.” The foreman handed the judge the verdict in a sealed envelope.

Tiphani ripped it open, her hands shaking with anticipation. As she read the words, a hot flash of relief came over her. She handed the paper back to the foreman and immediately gave Scar an eye signal.

“Mr. Johnson, would you and your attorney please rise for the reading of the verdict?” Tiphani stared right into Scar's eyes. She knew right then and there she was definitely in love with him. If she had any doubts before, they had all been erased now.

Scar stood up and adjusted his suit jacket. He looked over at the jury and awaited his fate. Scar's attorney didn't break a sweat. He already knew what it was going to be.

“We the jury find the defendant, Stephon Johnson, not guilty on all charges,” the foreman read.

“Noooo!!!” a woman screamed from the back of the courtroom. It was Flip's mother. “He murdered my son! He stole my baby from me.” The woman continued to scream, and some of her other family members had to pull her up off the floor.

Rodriguez jumped up and almost impulsively ran up to the front and started beating Scar in his head. Meanwhile, Chief Hill had a huge smile on his face.

Sticks, Trail, and all of the members of their crew who showed up were cheering and exchanging pounds, thinking about the big-ass party that was sure to take place after the trial. Day celebrated with them, but he was thinking of the next step in his mission.

The courtroom was a riotous mess. News reporters raced down the aisles to get the first pictures of Scar. Some snapped quick shots of the defeated and beaten down district attorney. The trial had turned the city of Baltimore on its ass.

“Order! Order!” Tiphani called out. She wanted to officially dismiss Scar, to be the one to tell him he was a free man. The noise in the courtroom quieted to a slight hush as she continued to bang her gavel.

When order was restored, Tiphani said, “Mr. Johnson, the jury has found you not guilty on all charges as listed in the indictment. These charges are dismissed by this court. Mr. Johnson, you are a free man,” Tiphani said with another telling bang of her gavel. Scar turned toward the crowd of haters and supporters. He flashed a bright smile, adjusted his suit, and started walking out of the courtroom.

When Scar passed Anthony Gill, he leaned over to him. “Damn, man. Maybe you'll be able to get me in your next life.” He let out a loud laugh.

Anthony stared at Scar with a deep hatred. Scar felt untouchable just knowing that his rights under the Constitution against double jeopardy protected him from being prosecuted for the same charges again. He felt like he was as smart as Albert Einstein for the way he had planned and executed his entire acquittal, outsmarting all of these government officials who had big-time degrees from Harvard and Princeton, including Tiphani. He had cleaned up his mess and vowed he'd be more than extra careful from that day forward, which included cutting ties with all of the people around him that he considered deadweight. Like Tiphani.

 

Tiphani rushed into her chambers, grabbed up her cell phone, and began dialing Scar's phone number. She couldn't even wait until he left the building before trying to contact him. She got the computerized voice mail on Scar's phone. She disconnected the call and redialed again. Again, Tiphani didn't get an answer. She called again and again.

“Okay, Scar, I know you're celebrating, so I will wait for a little while,” Tiphani mumbled out loud, tossing her cell phone onto her desk when she really wanted to scream.

 

“I fuckin' knew it! I knew this bitch was dirty!” Derek screeched as he got news of Scar's acquittal. When he had learned that Tiphani had been appointed circuit court judge and then was miraculously assigned to Scar's case, he became very suspicious of all of the past occurrences. He had sat in his cell for an entire week and written out all of the events involving Scar and Tiphani. Since Derek had nothing but time on his hands, he was able to examine the events one by one, and eventually, like a puzzle, it all came together for him.

Derek placed his last call to Mayor Steele, who did as Derek instructed. The mayor was kind of skeptical when he retrieved the DVD from the safety deposit box, but when he put the DVD into the player, he was pleasantly surprised to see Scar fucking Tiphani's brains out.

“Aghhh! I got you now, you bitch! You just thought you could threaten me. Now let's see who has the upper fucking hand,” Mayor Steele spoke out loud to the TV screen as he admired Tiphani's firm titties and round ass. He shuddered, just thinking about how good her pussy felt to him when they'd had their affair. “If your husband only knew what I used to do to you,” he whispered, talking to Tiphani's sexy image on the screen. “Well, now he and I are going to destroy you.”

It had been five days since the trial had ended, and Tiphani still couldn't reach Scar. She was having difficulty concentrating on the case before her. In fact, after Scar's acquittal, she wasn't even interested in being a judge anymore, adjourning her cases and giving short breaks so she could go into chambers and call Scar over and over again.

But Scar wasn't accepting her calls. Either that, or he'd gotten a new phone number. She looked at the call history on her phone. All of her outgoing calls were filled with Scar's number. Not even a call to her babysitter or any of her friends was listed.

Tiphani was becoming undone. She wore her hair pulled back into a dirty, ratty bun, and she barely wore makeup these days. She was beginning to feel like Scar was purposely avoiding her, which made her feel like she was going to slip into a deep depression any day now.

She decided she wasn't going out like that. She wanted and needed Scar, and that's what she was going to get. Tiphani went back into the courtroom and adjourned all of her cases being presented for the rest of the week. She had places to go and someone to see, and she wasn't going to stop until she did.

 

Scar looked down at his buzzing phone for the one hundredth time that morning. “This bitch just won't give up,” he mumbled as he rolled over and moved the arm of the beautiful young girl sleeping next to him so he could stand up. He was thinking about changing his cell phone number but had more urgent things to take care of, like running his empire. Scar was sick and tired of Tiphani blowing up his phone like a mad woman. She had left him at least twenty desperate messages begging him to call her back, and not once did she get a return call. Scar didn't feel one ounce of remorse for not calling her, or not wanting to have contact with her.

Scar mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disgust. “Did this bitch really think I would wife her after she cheated on my brother with me? She suppose to be so fuckin' smart, but she couldn't figure out I was using that dumb ass.” As he thought more and more about it, he had to smile. He didn't realize his dick could be that powerful. “Maybe I should sell my shit.” He chuckled to himself.

Scar was done with Tiphani. Now that she had served her purpose, he didn't need her any longer. Scar was hoping she would've gotten the drift by now, but since she was still calling, he knew she was still on it like that. “Don't tell me I'ma need a fuckin' exterminator for this pest.” Scar sighed, looking down at yet another call.

 

Tiphani sat in her chambers after her day in court. She could barely keep her eyes open. She had been spending her nights sitting outside of some of Scar's old spots and still had not spotted him. It seemed to her like he had changed up all of his regular hangouts and drug houses. It was getting to be too much for her to handle.

The thought of Scar avoiding her was driving her insane. It got to the point that she had been crying so much, her eyes were swollen. Then she lied to her court clerk, saying, she was having an allergic reaction to something.

Again, she called Scar. This time she was crying so hard, her face was a mess of makeup and tears, and she could hardly see the number pad on her phone. “Scar, why won't you call me back? I need to see you right away. Please, please!” she whined into the phone, leaving yet another message on his voice mail.

Tiphani was beginning to feel like a fool. She had given up her entire family, sent her husband to jail for crimes he did not commit, and changed her entire career, all for the attention of her own brother-in-law. She was starting to realize that her priorities had been all fucked up. Now Scar was acting as if he didn't even know her.

She pulled her hair and bit her lip until she drew blood. “If he thinks he is rid of me that easily, he is fucking wrong. He has not seen the last of Tiphani Fuller,” she spoke out loud to herself. Tiphani just had to come up with a plan to get Scar to see her again, and she knew exactly what drove his every thought too. Money.

 

Rodriguez sat outside the courthouse in an unmarked police car. She watched as Tiphani left the building and got into her car. Rodriguez waited for her to pull out and was on her ass, following her to several different houses and clubs in the seediest parts of town. Finally, Tiphani jumped on the highway. She was heading toward one of the richer parts of Baltimore. Rodriguez was confused, until she saw Tiphani pull up to the gates of a huge mansion.

Rodriguez followed and parked her car down the street. She was going to sit there and wait to see if Tiphani came out with her man. This was her only mission in life, and she had nothing but time. She pulled out her camera and began snapping pictures of Tiphani as she got out of her car and walked up to Scar's door.

When Scar pulled back the door, Rodriguez was able to zoom in and get a great shot of Tiphani throwing her arms around Scar's neck and kissing him deeply.

“That's the money shot, bitch!” Rodriguez said to herself. Within no time she definitely had what she'd come there for.

 

“Oh my God!” Tiphani screamed. “I thought I would never see you again, baby. Why haven't you been answering my calls?” She held onto Scar like she never wanted to let him go, her heart thumping wildly with excitement. If she got caught at Scar's mansion, it would mean the end of her career, and probably her freedom, but Tiphani didn't care. She felt she had been forced by Scar to take this chance. If he had just answered her calls, she wouldn't have gambled like this. Seeing and touching Scar, Tiphani felt like she'd cream in her pants right there on the spot.

“I needed some time to myself. I mean, damn, I just came off trial. Plus, I figured you would be more worried about your kids and spending time with them, since you were away from them for so long.”

The only reason Scar had agreed to see Tiphani was because she had left him a message telling him she knew a foolproof plan to make a large sum of money at one time. She had said it would be enough money that Scar could retire from the street life. When Scar heard that, he didn't call her back. Instead, he made Sticks call her and tell her to meet him at the mansion. Scar was about to sell the mansion anyway, so after he used her once again, he would be gone without a trace or a forwarding address.

“I need you. I need you to touch me, baby. It's been so long, and we've been through so much. I did all of this for you. Please… Scar, I need you,” Tiphani pleaded, rubbing on his dick through his pants.

Scar hated bitches that whined and begged. She was like a desperate drug fiend. He grabbed her wrists roughly and removed her hands from his body. “You came here to talk about business right now, so let's talk about that.” He released his grip on her and shoved her away.

Tiphani crinkled her forehead. She couldn't understand his rejection. She figured the faster she gave him the information she had, the faster he would give her what she wanted. “I had this case come across my desk,” she began.

Scar was listening attentively.

“There are several armored trucks coming into the capital building at night, every night. These trucks are filled with all of the government money from each little city in Maryland. I'm talking millions of dollars. The trucks all come together. It's about six of them. I've been told that each truck holds at least ten million dollars. They make deposits into the state's treasury vault. Two of the trucks make deposits to the state's gold repository, so the trucks with a certain insignia also have gold bars inside. The market for gold is unbelievable right now.”

“But what makes you think they don't have the entire fucking army coming with those trucks?”

“Because the case involved one of the guards, and he gave up all the details. He said there were only a few guys guarding the trucks. He was suing the government because he got hurt on the job and was saying the government put him in harm's way.” Tiphani was desperate to get Scar back in her life.

“How am I going to be able to plan this out? I mean, we need times, dates, amounts, types of guns, all that shit,” Scar said, already calculating the money.

“I'm going to help you, baby. I'm going to help us,” Tiphani said softly.

“I missed you, girl,” Scar lied, grabbing her and pulling her into his chest. He knew just what to say and do to wrap Tiphani around his finger.

A feeling of relief came over Tiphani's entire body. She hugged Scar tightly and began to cry. “Please don't leave me like that again,” she cried into his chest. “I love you so much, Scar Johnson.”

Scar stroked her hair, but behind her back, he rolled his eyes. He really couldn't stand her weak, silly ass. Sometimes he still couldn't believe he would probably never speak to his brother again all because of this trifling bitch.

Tiphani moved out of Scar's embrace and dropped to her knees in front of him. “Please, let me taste you. I've missed you so much,” she whispered. Then she took his thick black manhood into her warm mouth.

Scar inhaled deeply. Her head game was on point. He let Tiphani suck his dick until he came all over her face. Just another way to degrade her, and she was all for it. He looked down at her as she rubbed his cum all over her lips and tongue.

“You want some of this dick up in you now?” Scar huffed.

Tiphani shook her head and rushed to take off her clothes. Scar grabbed her, manhandling her, threw her onto his desk, and rammed his dick into her so hard, she almost choked on her own saliva.

“Agghh!” she screamed out in ecstasy. That was just what she wanted. She was hoping he would reward her sexually, once she gave him the information.

Tiphani was elated to be back in Scar's good graces and never wanted to be without him or his dick ever again. But for Scar, no matter how good she made him feel sexually, he still had it in his mind that he would get the armored truck information from her, and that would be it. Besides, although it was all a part of his plan, now that she was a judge, she was too much of a liability to have around.

 

Tiphani had barely left Scar's mansion and he was already back to business.

“Yo, Sticks,” he called out.

Hearing Scar call his name, Sticks immediately jumped and ran into Scar's office.

“What's that dude's name you grooming?” Scar asked as Sticks entered the room.

“You mean Day?”

“Yeah, that nigga. Tell him I want him to follow Justice Fuller and report back to me with what he sees.”

Sticks looked confused. “Who's Justice? I don't think I know that nigga.”

“You stupid mu'fucka—Tiphani. Justice Fuller is Tiphani. She a judge, so you call her
justice
. Niggas these days are stupid.”

“Oh, word,” Sticks replied, embarrassed. “A'ight. I'll holla at him.”

“Now get out my face!”

Sticks just turned around and walked out. He thought it best just to shut up and do what he was told before he made himself look like more of a fool.

Scar, intrigued by Tiphani's information, had Day follow her to make sure nothing would get in the way of his chance to live the rest of his life on some tropical island.