Free Watch Out for the Big Girls by J.M. Benjamin Page B

everybody on her team was rock solid before she could move forward. It had been over a week since she had received the anonymous call and she was still bothered by it. She couldn’t afford any slipups or mishaps. There was a lot at stake, not only for her but for everyone. She believed it was her responsibility to see to it that nothing or no one could come and infiltrate the Double G organization. Tonight she intended to observe all the pieces in attendance to see if pawns had to be sacrificed and removed.
    â€œI need everybody in this room to take this polygraph,” she announced, pointing down at the lie detector as she monitored the rest of the Double Gs’ faces.

Chapter Eight
    Although Freeze was only twenty-seven, he had already made a dent in the streets. He relentlessly lived up to his notorious handle, “Freeze.” His cold demeanor and heart showed time and time again whenever a situation arose. Aside from the Double Gs getting to him, he seemed virtually untouchable. He thrived on being exposed, out in the open. He was well known for putting in work himself. Most of the time he preferred it that way and his team was just as relentless. Some members of his crew were older than him, but a lot were younger, wilder, upcoming gangsters with smoking guns trying to prove themselves and make a name in the process. Still, at all times, it remained quite lucid that Freeze was the general.
    Not only did Freeze have the muscle, but he also had the brains. Besides being street literate, he also took self-education to a whole other level. He never got a fair chance at finishing school. His main focus was providing for him and his younger sister. Aside from hitting the streets, he still looked over his old textbooks and deciphered the lessons in them. He loved figuring things out, especially math. Algebra was his favorite. He could answer any question right off the top of his head. He was intrigued by mental challenges, such as puzzles and riddles. He was quite a serious kid, but he was a pure mentalist. It was a side of him that he kept to himself. The rest of the world only saw him one way: maliciously sinister. Let him tell it, his rough childhood rightfully allowed him to claim to be a product of his environment.
    Unlike most of his peers, Freeze started out his life with both of his parents in the picture. Freeze was the product of Marlon Frost, an infamous gangster known throughout the entire West Coast, and Monique Frost, a stay-at-home wife from North Las Vegas, who knew nothing about the streets other than the fact that her husband loved them. His father was known for making lots of money in the underworld and having a asshole full of women at his disposal. He ran a clockwork operation out of two public housing developments on opposite sides of the city, using females on welfare apartments. He strategically kept two different types of heroin grades in each one, so that the two buildings constantly competed against each other. He would masterfully maneuver the clientele back and forth across town. The steady competition between both sides drew unbelievable income. Most of the time, his father stayed out in the streets, laid up with other women, while Freeze’s mother was at home raising him and his baby sister. He and Freeze never bonded. When he was home, Freeze mostly stayed in his room as a means to avoid him. When their paths did cross in the hallway or in passing, there was always an awkward silence between them.
    Freeze just never really liked him too much. His mother always said it was because they were so much alike in so many ways. Freeze used to listen to his mother and father fight nearly every night about his father staying out and traveling so much. Freeze hated the way his father treated his mother. He had wished on many occasions that his father never returned home once he walked out of the front door. One day, his wish became a harsh reality. Freeze was barely nine years old, but