Axel Piggy and She'll Tell No Lies!!

Pretty day down here in Galveston County. A little chilly but we around all this water. I hate cops especially a dirty cop. But when _____ called me and told me his daughter needed my help I wasn't really messed up about it. Then when I found out that Courtney Coyle was his daughter, I admit it was interesting to me. I felt like she was a helluva cop. She held her own. She was also attractive and that was part of her problem. Because she was beautiful she got away with some things she shouldn't. It's cool though. I had something for Officer Piggy. Wait a minute. It was now Sgt. Piggy. She needed to be brought down a notch. Looking down at my briefcase. In it is her case file information and a loaded .9 millimeter. I didn't trust her. And I knew she didn't trust me. I probably would've took this case probono. I mean the publicity alone would be enough but _____ came right on out and wired two hundred large to me. I notcied it came from a Cayman Island bank. Hey who am I to judge though? I know when I told my assistant that I was taking her on as a client she had a lot to say about it. Trina always had plenty to say though. "Jay, be careful. They say Piggy is something else. I heard that she got the lead investigator for the FBI to completely call off her bust. My cousin works for the FBI, Jeremy. He was out there that day. Says he couldn't believe it." I was half listening because Trina thought she knew everything. "My cousin say she poison, Jay." I laughed at this. Yeah she may have her ways with men but Piggy was harmless to me. Still I knew to be careful. It was something about her eyes that vexed me. They were dark. Sultry but dark and I'd never seen another woman with eyes like that. I swear everybody here look so carefree. Its different here. Not like it is down in Houston. Everybody in a rush there. I hear they playing Marvin Gaye on 102.1 today. I was in a good place now. I had more work than I needed. I successfully planned my retirement. Both of my homes was paid for. I had paid cash for the last three cars I bought including the one I'm driving. I gave ten percent to my church. And I partied hard too. Right now life is good. Do I think Courtney Coyle is guilty of the things she's being charged with? Hell yeah, I do. She still deserved a damn good defense. I ain't gone lie though. I was curious to where she come from. That meeting with her father gave me some insight. I pulled into La Quinta. I pulled around where I knew her room was and she was standing outside. She was what I called Tomboy sexy today. Tee shirt and sweats couldn't hide this horse's figure. She had her lips stuck in a pout. I smiled anyway. She couldn't be no more than five feet one maybe two but she walked like she was six nine. Big bad Piggy huh? She walked up to my car. I got out. "Axel." I looked past her. Grabbed my briefcase off the seat and locked my car. She stood there arms folded across her chest. Here stood a spoiled brat who was used to having things her way. Well she needed me now. So it was gone be Daddy's way from here on out. "Unfold your arms, Courtney. We have serious things to discuss and we have no time for tantrums." She rolled her eyes and huffed. Now she slowly putting her arms down by her side. Good girl, Piggy. She bowed her head and for a split second I saw a vulnerable side to her. Quietly I hear her mumble something. "What  you say?" She looking at me now with those piercing eyes. Knocked me off bravado a lil bit. Trina may be right. This horse may be poisonous. "I said, you coming up?" I followed Courtney Coyle into I don't know what. She was being charged with captial murder. She had killed a federal law enforcement agent according to the state of Texas. Still tryna work my angle here. Before I did anything I needed all my clients to tell me the truth. No sense lying to me because at the end of the day I was bound by attorney-client confidentiality. She opened the door to her room and there was a combination of sweet smells. Half empty bottle of Hennessy on the table. One glass with red lipstick around the rim. She was a drinker. I sat in the wingback chair. She sat across from me. I just looked at her but when she stared at me back I would turn away. "Courtney, did you do this?" She bit her bottom lip and crossed those thick legs of hers. Leaned back. "Axel, what if I did?" "Tell me what happened Courtney." Her eyes softened and misted. She lowered her head. "Simple. I put faith in a man who didn't deserve it." That did something to me. God Bless the bastard who had broken this woman's heart. I needed to find a antedote to this poison and soon. "I'm listening, Courtney."

Piggy's Down on her Axel!!!

I was shook a little bit. No sense denying that. I knew I couldn't live my life on the run like this. Reggie B did his job though. He came through for me and help me put things in perspective. I owed him big. I took his whip and drove clean to Galveston. Paid cash for a room. I was careful calling my daddy. Reggie had given me a burner phone but I knew how a lotta niggas thought they were safe on these and the police would be listening in the whole time. I made sure the line was clear. "Daddy, I'm in Galveston." "Good Trouble. You safe?" "Yea. Nerves a lil bad though. I don't know how you did this and for so long." I hear him chuckle a bit. "I told you this wasn't what you wanted. This ain't no easy life. Look here I got you a good attorney. His name is Jeremy Axel. He's a helluva defense attorney. He don't like cops much at all but his win rate is awesome. I've already spoken with him. He's agreed to meet with you." Jeremy Axel huh? I knew who Jeremy Axel was. He was one of the best defense attorneys in the state of Texas. I give him that. We didn't like him because so many of his clients had been suspects of ours that he had gotten off on technicalities. We had a conversation once. "Axel, so you comfortable sleeping at night knowing you responsible for that asshole being released?" He smiled. My heart did something funny. Brown. Broad shoulders. Meticously trimmed beard and goatee. Italian Ferragamo shoes. And a suit tailor made that I am sure wore him to look good. He walked towards me and his cologne stirred senses in me. "Coyle, you really are an attractive woman. But that mouth of yours..." He stood over me and I all of a sudden felt naked. "You heard what I said." He rubbed his beard. Sat his briefcase down and crossed his arms. "You charged Hayes with possession and the intent to distribute. I'm almost certain he's guilty of all those things, Coyle. Thing is we live in America. It's up to the D.A. to prove those things." He grabbed one of my locks and gently wrapped it through his fingers. I exhaled. "The home team didn't do that. So the answer to your outburst is that I sleep just fine, Officer. As a matter of fact on Egyptian cotton. I smiled. "Next time, Axel." "You better know it, Coyle." My daddy says he paid him a two hundred thousand dollar retainer. Wanted to meet with me today. "Can he be trusted, Daddy?" "Trouble, he's an attorney. Hell naw, he can't be trusted. But there is something called client-attorney confidentiality and he's a professional. He won't cross those lines. You know that Blount boy? What's his name uh Reggie b? That lil nigga there a live wire but he thorough. He's represented him several times over." Interesting, I didn't know that. I loved hearing my daddy, a kingpin speak about my buddy Reggie. "Ok, send him out here then." "Alright, give me the address then." Nothing on T.V. except pictures of me and Drell plastered everywhere. I saw an interview that was done with Derrick Thompson. It really wasn't an interview because Thompson didn't have much to say. He looked directly into the camera and said, "Coyle is a good cop. I'm sure all of this will be cleared up. I hope she's safe and everything is back to business as usual." I nodded my head. You can't buy loyalty these days. It's earned. Reckon I had paid my dues. I'm hungry. What I wouldn't give for  Mattie Mae's pecan waffles. Hadn't called in a day. I needed to check in with her. Truth is I was still worried about our time together getting small. Her days were numbered. I swear I'd give up everything I had if it would buy us more time. I loved Mattie Mae because she was mine and I was hers. It's chilly here in Gtown. The curtains are drawn and this room is almost completely dark. Daddy said Axel would call once he got on the island. Looking at the cheetah print inked into my arms and hips. Thinking about my mother's reaction when she saw em. I was itching to get high. I knew I wouldn't be here long so I brought a pair of Steve Madden ballerina flats that were on sale at Dillards. I didn't hv a tourniquet. So I wrapped a hotel towel around my arm and laid the right shoe on my vein and all of a sudden I could see a splash of color. I knew I had to kick this habbit. Couldn't survive on the run like this. Clouds my mind and judgement. Cell rings. Private number. "Yea." I hear him talking to someone else. "Coyle, wouldn't have figured you would ever  need my services." Okay so maybe I deserved that. No mistaking it now but I needed Jeremy Axel, Esquire. "Where are you, Axel?" "I'm exiting the bridge." He hung up. I scrambled to clean myself up I pulled on sweat pants over my boyshorts. Sllicked my blonde locks into a ponytail. Lipgloss. Black air force one sneakers. White tee. I touched Mattie Mae's cross around my neck. Knock on the door. Who could that be? Axel ain't got here that quick. "Room Service." I grabbed my .40. I've been in this too long. You wouldn't catch me slipping. I hear death bells ringing in my ear. I knew they weren't mine. Funny thing is that Pandora Radio is playing Johnnie Taylor's Too Many Memories. I crept the door open and prepared to make some memories of my own. If I die in Galveston County....

Cookies are Full of Surprises: Piggy's Cookie

Its a beautiful day in Houston. I only had a couple clients today. Unusual for a Friday but hey I'm not complaining. I love my job. Making women beautiful has always been a passion of mine. I wake up everyday and step out of the house flawlessly made up and am proud to say that makeup accentuates my beauty. Without, I'm still bad. Wonder what Danny is up to? We'd been dating for close to a year and were now discussing marriage. Seriously. I mean at the end of the day I wasn't getting no younger. We both weren't. So still it was time. I just needed to come clean with Danny. I mean Danny didn't know the other side of me. I'm Chenitre to the Make up world. I am contributing editor and creative design of Made Over Inc, and a licensed esthetician. I specialize in all phase of skin care and make up. I also could read a triple beam scale in my sleep. My "other" paper chase was because I loved fast money. I lived well. Ate well. I hustled hard though. Cookie as so many affectionately called me, got down too. Eventually I knew I would have to come clean or give it up altogether. It's always something. This is why I never watch the news. Oh my God! Is that Courtney? It is. They have my buddy plastered across the news talking about she should be considered armed and dangerous. Federal agent? Dead? What the h-Last time I saw C.C. she was in the Galleria. Her and Tameika Benford was together. We all knew each other from different circles in life. I used to do Courtney's make up. She is such a tomboy but she has beautiful skin. I told her lipgloss and liner do enough for her but when she want a lil extra, I hooked her up and showed her to take it there. What had she gotten herself involved in? Where is my cellphone? I need to call her. Dumping out this ole messy purse. Powder, concealer, lipstick, my wallet, keys, and Nina Simone fall out. She was loaded of course and on safety. Its surreal. I'm thinking about the night before. This same pistol had put bullets into somebody I thought I could trust. Talking to the laws about me? Stealing from me? I couldn't condone that. Truth is those were grave offenses. I had to deal with them accordingly. The main soldier think its okay to bite the General, then it won't be long before the privates try you too. Not in Cookie's army. You see it was small and that's how I like it. I wanted to build my organization brick by brick and that's exactly what I had done. Still I thought about my brother Reggie. Wasn't a day that went by I didn't think about him. I don't know. Courtney was a police officer and had been for as long as I could remember. She had always been good people and my cousin Mychelle and her had been thick as thieves. I wished her well. She had been crowned King. I saw Albro's chain around her neck that day in the Galleria. His body still ain't been found. Called Mike Walker to clean up my mess and he did it and offered me a coupon for the next time. After he left I vomited for about a half hour. This ain't me. I ain't no killer. Barely got any slept and Danny kept asking me what was wrong. I couldn't talk about it. I washed my face this morning and I didn't look the same. I wasn't the same Cookie. Her eyes have always intrigued me. When I would make her up I would always make them smoky. She had piercing eyes, that Courtney Coyle. So I committed one of the ultimate sins. Course my grandmother would tell me time to time that no one sin was greater than the other. So that eases my mind. Her voicemail comes up. "Courtney, its Cookie. I'm thinking about you. Hope you're safe." I hung up. It was hard enough for me to be CEO/Make up Artist, Girlfriend and Brick Layer. Courtney Coyle managed to be Mother/Cop/Kingpin all at once. It is really time for these brushes to be cleaned. I'm looking at these thick thighs in these pinstripe slacks. I was defintiely a horse but I wanted to keep toned. I think my appearance is very important. Danny has been my calm in all this I swear. I do dirt and then go home to Danny. Eventually it has to be told. What you do in the dark always come to light anyway. I watch them flash a picture of Pretty Piggy's face again and I cheer her on over Crown Royal and ice. Pandora is playing Jill Scott's Crown Royal. I raise my glass in cheers to King Piggy and think about what I need to do to build my own empire. Legendary sounds great in front of Cookie too.