Sosa didn’t know why, but he had a bad feeling something bad was about to happen. He was in the unit sitting at the table with Michoacán and a couple other paisas. Then he went to the cell and took his metal knife that he’d made in the plumbing shop at CMS, and he put it in his sweats and came back.
“Sosa, why you look paranoid? Pinche Morena leaves five minutes, and you can’t keep your ass still in the seat.”
“No me mames ,” Sosa said, knowing why he felt alert.
“I wouldn’t bullshit you,” Michoacán said.
Where the fuck is that pinche myate Fraze? Sosa thought. He didn’t trust Fraze at all.
Two minutes didn’t go by when a team of six officers stormed into the unit and ran straight to Sosa’s cell. Sosa was so mad because he had just left his cell, and he didn’t put his cellphone and Rolex watch in the stash spot that he could have hit himself in the eye. He had paid $200 so somebody from CMS could put a hole in the wall where he could hide stuff. His phone and watch were sitting right under the pillow. Fuck!
Five minutes later, a CO came out of the cell holding his cell phone and watch in the air. “Sosa!” the CO hollered.
Sosa stepped up to the CO with Michoacán at his side.
“I’ma Sosa, but that not mine,” he said as Michoacán came forward. He already knew to claim ownership if Sosa were to ever get caught.
“That me cell phone and watch,” Michoacán added.
“Nice try,” the CO, whom they’d never seen before said. “That’s not what our confidential informant said.”
The other COs gathered around Sosa and put him in handcuffs. Sosa knew he’d never see his Morena deliciosa again, and he was so furious that they didn’t even have the courage to give him a fight.
As the COs escorted him out of the unit, he looked back and yelled to Michoacán, “Mata el pinche Moreno Fraze y el Negro!”
Sosa knew nobody other than Black and Fraze would want to tell to get him out of the picture. He had paid COs, who had smuggled him in the watch and cell phone to give him a heads up if they were on to him. So somebody had to drop a kite. But he knew the pinche morenos would pay dearly. Because within two weeks after the majority of the Paisas had obtained knives from CMS, where they were made, there was gonna be a blood bath.