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THE SLUTTY ELF ON THE
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CASE FILE:03
A KEAGAN HANDCUFFS AND LACE MYSTERY
A Novel By,
CHRISTINE GRAY
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MONÀE
I couldn’t catch nothing. Not a word, a sentence, nothing of what
Keagan and Sloan were running their mouths about. What I did pick up was
that it was important. Why else would they be in each other's faces, all
hush-hush, and blocking me from reading their lips? You know I was trying
too before Sloan put his back to me. What the hell is going on? I thought
that Keagan was done hiding stuff. I let the train bullshit slide. I wasn’t
about to get caught up in some Government dark ops shit. Now, this. He
promised me.
For days, he had me wondering about his actions. A few times, I
even considered doing a pop-up to see what he was up to. I mean, he goes
from not being able to get enough of me, to him skipping nights at my
place. I could never reach my car fast enough without him offering to drive.
I started expecting to pull into the police garage riding shotgun in his car in
the morning.
“Why are you asking me? Aren’t you going to do your… thing?” I
ask as I wave my hand in the air.
Keagan tilts his head. “What thing?” He shrugs.
“You do that Sherlock shit and pick up on everything,” I explain.
He chuckles, and my heart skips a beat. I’m falling. No,
correction… I’ve fallen. Ya’ll, I don’t want to mess this up. I pray to God
that things aren’t going stale. Half of me wants to ask him, while the other
half is scared to seem needy. Keagan doesn’t appear to go for that kinda
woman. He says he wants me to be independent, which I’m all for, but
there’s something in all women that want to let go, give in, and give over
control. For so long, I’ve had to guard myself, fight to be seen, and play the
hand that was dealt to me. Failure was never an option, not for me. Michelle
got pregnant, and it was no big deal. No, that just meant I had to do better,
go further to pick up the slack. In spite of it all with all the mistakes, I think
I came out alright, so I’m not complaining. However, I just want to be…
shit, I don’t know. I want to be treasured.
“Not this time. You’re lead on this one.”
“Is this a prank? Is this what you two were cooking up over in the
cut?” I respond to Keagan.
“Listen, it’s cold as a witch’s tit out here, so what you found out?”
presses Keagan while he pulls his leather jacket closed.
“The call was a hit and run,” begins Sloan.
“Yeah, but I don’t think so,” I say.
I can’t help but sneak a glance at Keagan in hopes that I could read
his face. So, am I on the right track in saying that? His handsome, bearded
face is void. His baby blues are watching me as he hangs on my words.
Fuck! Why am I doubting myself? I might have fucked to get this position,
but that didn’t take away from my skills.
I mentally shake myself. “You didn’t see this?”
“What? I only pulled up a few minutes before you did,” said Sloan.
“Over here,” I say as I start to walk out of the ditch toward the road.
“Here. The tire tracks, see? The car came to a stop… then, it accelerated.
That accounts for the burn of rubber on the road.”
“Shit,” hisses Sloan. “Hey! Hey, get a marker over here, now. You,
take a camera and process this,” he points. “Blind-ass motherfuckers,” he
shouts at his employees.
“Then, there’s this,” I announce.
I crook my finger for them to follow me back into the ditch. The
poor woman’s eyes have glazed over with the cloak of death. Her already
pale skin has taken on a blue hue from the lack of blood flow and cold. It’s
been a good minute since a body has gotten to me. I guess I’m due for a
shock cause I can feel my face twisting with disgust. My response lets me
know the job hasn’t hardened me completely. I am still human underneath
the badge and the invisible shield I wear over my emotions.
Clicking on my small, hand light, I inch close to the woman’s body.
“Look at this,” I order. “I notice the red tip on her finger of her left
hand. It could have just been from the blood spray… but I looked closer,”
pausing, I shift the light to her right hand. “It was clutched closed.”
Keagan is standing so close to see what I’m showing them that I can
feel the heat of his body. With my pencil, I force the woman’s stiff fingers
back to reveal the clue she left for us to find.
“I’ll be,” sighs Keagan in awe. He steps back to give Sloan room to
see, too.
“Amazing,” Keagan breathes in awe. “In her last breath, she left a
message.”
I nod as I glance back into the palm of the woman’s hand to read;
murd
“She was writing out, Murder,” I say, stating the obvious. “My guess
is she ran through the woods. Her feet are cut up really bad. She makes it to
the road-“
“Only for her killer to catch her and run her over,” Sloan finishes
with a whisper. “Can’t say she wasn’t a fighter.”
We fall silent as we take a moment to collect ourselves.
“I won’t have the I.D. till the morning. If there’s more to report,
you’ll have it by then. Um, you guys probably want to leave before the car
is removed,” suggests Sloan.
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Born and raised in New York, the
freezing temperatures don’t bother me. I know my shivering has nothing to
do with the cold. It’s that woman… and my worries over Keagan, that has
set me off. I mean, Sloan is right. That woman fought. Not only her feet, but
the scrapes on her legs, arms, and body tell a story of the fear that caused
her to run half-naked in the cold in hopes of getting away. Animal! That’s
what the fucker was that did this.
“You okay?”
I’m startle at the sound of Keagan’s voice. Confused, I glance
around to get my bearings. I thought I have walked to my car. Yet, I was
standing, looking lost in the middle of the road.
“Me? Yeah,” I lie. Taking a deep breath, “I was just thinking.” At
least that was true. “I’ll see you in the morning,” I say it like it’s a
statement, so why am I lingering to read his expression?
Keagan towers over me, tilting his head.
“I guess so,” he speaks, slowly.
Guess so? What the fuck is that? I hate this playground, first crush,
bullshit vibe going on between us. I remind myself not to be pushy. I’m
always coming off like that in relationships. I was that way with Justin.
Flirting my ass off, making myself available for a quick fuck to get him
wiggling like a worm on a hook. Things were different with Keagan. He
used to be the one running after me, chasing my ass, lending a hand,
pushing back when I resisted, and now… Maybe he was that kinda of guy.
You know the one that always come around smelling good and dressing fly,
then they stop once they have you.
I fight to keep a straight face. With a crooked smile, I walk away.
CHAPTER THREE
MONÀE
I’m ruined. Go on and laugh at me because it’s true. I’ve been taking
my annoyance out on everything in the house. The hairbrush flies across the
room after I’ve laid my edges. With a frown, I stand in my closet to glare at
the line of clothes.
“Fuck it,” I mumble.
Walking out into the room and out my bedroom, I speed walk
through my place to the kitchen. The coffee maker gets a few slaps as I load
a single serving of coffee. I jerk open the cabinet doors only to slam them
closed a second later. I got to get it all out now because with Keagan, I am
damn sure not going to let him know he’s fucking with my mind. If this is a
game, my ass is ready to tap out.
“His ugly ass,” I grumble. “I ain’t begging. I promise you that,
motherfucker,” I grunt to the air while I load my coffee with too much
sugar.
Suddenly, I freeze. A knock on the door rips me from my rant.
Slowly, I lower the cup to the granite countertop. I wait, and the knock
comes a second time. The sound produces a broad smile. Screw ya’ll. Yeah,
I was just talking shit about Keagan. Don’t look at me side-eyed. You know
I was full of shit. The renewed bounce in my step as I glide to the door says
it all. I might be getting wet at the thought of him being here, but I give you
Scout’s Honor I won’t make getting this pussy easy.
“Why are you knocking, now?” I shout.
Glancing in the mirror on the wall, I take note of the thin materialled
tank top that’s hugging the hell out of my breasts. Taking a second, I rub the
shirt against my nipples to make sure they get Keagan’s eyes. He loves
sucking on my boobs. Hey, I said I was going to make him work. I said
nothing about not teasing. Shit, my ass is in need of a shot of vitamin D. I
can already feel the sweet pain of Keagan’s dick stretching me wide.
I damn near pull the door from the hinges when I open it. Wide
eyed, I stand flabbergasted.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
That coy, slick smile he gives me isn’t the answer I was waiting for.
“Ah, Monàe… you aren’t happy to see me?”
I ball up my fist. This asshole has it coming.
KEAGAN
I’m messing this thing up. You don’t have to tell me. I already know.
I don’t know why I’m making this so hard? I know I want Monàe. I think
she wants me. Well, I know she does when I’m licking her pussy clean. I
ain’t dumb enough to know that you need more than that, but many
relationships are born of the flesh and later, become of the heart.
Sighing, I pull into the parking garage. It’s early enough to ensure
she’s still at home. Even still, I check to make sure her car is still here
before I head for the elevator in the lobby. I made sure to stop by the small
Jewish deli on the way over to get one of those gooey Danishes she likes. I
am trying to stack the odds in my favor, so when I tell her I’m sorry for
being strange towards her, she’ll forgive me.
We’re going to talk, but I’m hoping we can seal the deal with a little
pre-work sex. It’s going on eleven days since I had a nut. Monàe was off
limits for five of those days, and although I love fuckin when the pussy is
red, I’ve never asked Monàe if she was into period sex. Many women are
standoffish when it comes to that. Yet, they know that about the third day
on the rag, they are horny as hell. Pussy throbbing and ready for a good
dicking, but they are scared of the mess. Nothing that a little shower sex
can’t handle. I’m not dumb, though. I knew the women that were willing,
and I waited months before I broached the subject.
I’m walking on air. My heart was beating high as I wondered how
Monàe will look when I get into her place. Her door key is burning a hole in
my pocket. Will I catch her in the shower… her brown skin wet with water,
her pussy all slippery, and freshly washed for my tongue? My rock-hard
dick is straining my jeans with a desire to be put to use.
“Sir?”
Yeah, I hear Jacque, the doorman, calling me. I consider changing
my path to take the stairs instead of the elevator to avoid him.
“Um, sir?”
I’m deaf as a corpse. I don’t want to deal with being the owner of
this multi-million dollar property at the moment.
“Mr. McCormac? Maybe you should take your time going to Miss
Reeves apartment.”
That right there cured my sudden hearing impairment. Not facing
him, I tilted my head.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
The man is fidgety. His eyes are shifty, not looking directly in my
piercing blue eyes. The fake smile I try to paint on my face does nothing to
settle him. In fact, he takes a step back. Not having that, I take a larger step
toward him. My buff body bumps into his equally toned one.
“You wanted my attention. Now, you forgot how to talk?”
Clearing his throat, “I was trying to inform you of her visitor.”
He’s trying to be cautious, choosing his words with care. Fuck that
shit. I crook my eyebrow. I blink as if I’m confused. I want Jacque to say it.
“Visitor? Why would you stop me for a person that’s on her list
visiting?”
I can play that artful, flowery speech bullshit, too.
“Sir, this, um... man wasn’t on the list. He said he was here for a
different resident. Since, he was a new face, I watched him on the
cameras… and he went to… well… ”
I narrowed my eyes, glaring at Jacque.
MONÀE
“You need to leave,” I state. I’ve got no time for this, little man.
“Hold, up. You’re going to treat me that way?”
“Listen, I didn’t invite you to the home welcoming for a reason.
Why aren’t you knocking on your baby mama’s door?” I say. Sarcasm was
dripping from my lips.
“Shit, girl… you need to let that go. I fucked up. Lord knows, I’m
paying for it. Worst mistake of my life.”
“Wait a second, now,” I spit with my hand up. “You’re talking about
my nephew. You did me dirty by fucking around on me with Michelle, but I
love that little big head.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
The sadness in his voice is tangible. Rico Hernandez; tall, hair cut in
a low fade with soft curls on top, a cocoa-colored Dominican. The man is a
triple threat full of natural talent, sharp as a tack, and handsome. This man
here was my life, once upon a time. His one weakness, we all have one, was
that he liked to party. Hitting the clubs, tossing back a few, sweating on the
dance floor like most of us consider a good time was tame for a person like
him. For a person like Rico that had connections and millions from getting
his head beat in during the pro football season, it was never a party without
mountains of coke and weed.
So, what happened? If you haven’t guessed, Michelle is what
happened. I met Rico while working a case. Shots had been fired at a
downtown club. The cops were called. Nothing kicked off until a few weeks
after the case had been closed. The fact that the incident had nothing to do
with Rico, eased my mind of allowing him to holler. Needless to say, when
rank-ass Michelle found out I had entered the door that leads to men in a
higher tax bracket, she was riding me to tag along. She worked it, fucking
around in hopes of getting a man. However, she must love the taste of my
pussy because, in spite of all the free men around, she found a way to end
up sucking on Rico’s dick.
“I wish to God I had never invited Michelle to my house. I swear, I
never thought she was gunning for me. She’s your sister. I was so coked
out, I-“
“She didn’t get knocked up the first time, Rico,” I pointed out,
cutting him off.
“Yeah, I know,” he mumbles.
His gaze traveling down my body reminded me that I’m standing in
the doorway in nothing but a sleep tank top. He must have known I was
getting ready to send him on his way because he changed his line of attack.
“How is my boy? I hope the money I’m paying is going for his
good.”
I won’t be suckered in. “He’s doing great,” I reply as I step back into
my place.
“Yeah, Justin suggested that I should look you up. He said that you
could maybe set up a visit for me.”
Shit! I was almost free, but with Rico speaking that name, here I am
stepping back into the trap.
“What did he have to say about me?”
The sparkle in Rico’s eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. Half of me says,
why do I even care, but you know how it is. Your ears itch to hear gossip, it
doesn’t matter if it's about you. You still want to know what’s being said.
“The boy is gone in the head over you,” he pauses to lean into the
doorway. “Then again, I can’t blame him, though,” he finishes with a lick of
his lips.
“So, he told you where I was living.”
“Justin let it slip,” Rico admits. “He also said some white fuck-boy
got you on lockdown.”
Tossing back my head with a little laugh. “Keagan is far from a fuck
boy,” I finish in an eye roll.
“Why don’t you let me in, and we can see how he stacks up to me.”
KEAGAN
The entire ride, I retained my composure. With the Danish in hand, I
whistled to the music coming through the speakers. I remind myself of the
consequences of breaking a rule. Yet, that ticking, the one that I warned you
about happening in my mind when I’m close to snapping, is echoing in my
head. The devil is dressing in his black reapers coat in the corner. He’s
cleaning his tools of the trade. He’s getting ready and is on standby.
The elevator doors barely open, yet I’m stepping out. I’m a man
with purpose as my wide strides eat up the carpeted hallway. The few
people that walk out their doors to leave only have to take a look at me, and
they are reversing back into the places to lock themselves in until I pass.
Rounding the corner, I focus on the pair. The shirt Monàe is wearing
conjures memories of nights I stayed over. The fact that she’s standing in
her opened door practically naked has my mental ticking speeding up. No
longer a faint sound, it’s now a goddamn roar.
I force my gaze from her smooth, brown thighs. I size up the man
that’s leaning into her doorway. A grizzly bear of a motherfucker. I’m
relishing in the strength it’s going to take to kill him. Cracking his skull was
going to be a chore I’m going to enjoy. My mouth begins to water over the
smell and the feel of his blood spilling from the gaping wounds my fists are
going to make.
I narrow my eyes at the sound of Monàe’s laughter. Oh, she likes
jokes, huh? Look at her; head tossed back to give that fucker an eye full of
her breast in her low cut shirt. I hope he was a good warm up cause the
main event has arrived. I take note of the frown she gives the punk after he
whispered something to her. It’s a damn good thing that she puts space
between their bodies. That right there gives me pause that maybe things
aren’t what they seem to be, at least on her side. I’m a man. I know that
look of ‘let me hit it’ Mr. Dead Man Walking is giving. He’s shooting his
arrow.
I don’t know what it is that causes Monàe to glance down the
hallway.
Oh, yes, Baby… it’s me. Pick your mouth up off the ground. Oh,
no… don’t try to put a mountain-sized gap between the two of you. What?
You got nothing more to chin and grin about in the hallway, half-naked with
this asshole?
The sight of the fucker reaching out to grab her by the arm in an
attempt to keep her from backing into the apartment has me balling up my
fist.
“Mo, what… ” confused he looks down the hallway. Seeing me, he
straightens up to do that head to toe, crumbled up, dissing you kinda
expression. “Who the-“
That’s all he manages to get out. I don’t pause. I don’t blink. My
hand travels from Kingdom Come behind my back to knock him in the
head. The slap sounds like the crackle of lightening. The force is so strong
that it causes his head to slam into the wall. Like a sack, he crumbles to the
ground in slow motion, out cold.
“That’s who the fuck I am,” I growl. Turning on Monàe, “Get in the
house.”
I shove Monàe in the chest, not giving her a choice. The door slams
behind me as I enter after her.
MONÀE
I’m scared. I’m wet, but not, just between my legs. I can feel sweat
collecting in my armpits. The way Rico’s neck snapped, his head hitting the
wall, shit, his jaw from Keagan’s open-handed slap… it was just a slap,
but… Lord, I’m scared.
“We need to check his vitals,” I announce, taking a step towards the
door.
“Leave him.”
Not giving up, “But he could be hur-“
“Leave him,” he roars, making me freeze.
How can Keagan speak in such a frightening, booming tone while
he remains free of expression? He’s blocking me from the door. If shit pops
off, I’ll have to try to make it to one of the rooms. You might think I’m
overreacting, but you aren’t standing in the room with this man. I’ve never
seen Keagan mad. Is he even mad? Then again, people display emotions
differently.
He’s just standing there, watching me, calculating my thoughts. I
don’t like it. I take in the size of his tattooed covered body. Keagan is
massive at 6’11 and all muscle. Even with all my defense training, my ass
didn’t stand a chance. Strategy is a waste of time against a man that can’t be
read.
“I didn’t invite him,” I try to reason. “He, he didn’t even make it
across the door.”
“No, you just stood in the door and gave everyone a show.”
I bite down on the remark sitting on my tongue. I’m not crazy. I’m
not on equal footing here. Then again, maybe I am a bit off my rocker. The
way my body is tingling due to Keagan’s display has me considering my
mental status. This shit is sexy as hell. This right here was what I was
talking about; the old Keagan that knocked me on my ass with all his
strength.
I guess he’s tired of staring because he shocks me when he begins to
walk past me. I steal a glance at the open path to the front door for a split
second. Sorry, Rico. You’re in the Lord’s hands, now. I follow Keagan into
the kitchen. I keep the island between us to give me a few seconds lead if I
need to run. The silence stretches out while he grabs a saucer, dumps the
contents from the little paper bag to place it on the bright yellow saucer.
He pauses to touch my coffee cup. Briefly, our eyes meet. I don’t
crack a smile at his arched eyebrow. A slight nod of his head registers. Did
he just test the temp of my mug to determine if I was lying about the time I
had been at the door? The thought has my handle on my temper slipping.
An arrogant MF is what he is.
“Don’t do that,” I order.
I watch as Keagan ignores me to cut my favorite Danish into pieces.
I hate that shit. He knows I like to eat it by taking my time unraveling each
sweet, gooey layer. I shift my weight. Utterly destroyed.
“Here,” he offers, holding a piece between his two fingers for me to
eat.
“Throw it away. I don’t want it,” I grunt.
Leaning over the island, he taps my closed lips. The smell of the
Danish makes my stomach rumble, while the presentation makes me frown.
Keagan flips my bottom lip with the piece.
“Eat it, Monàe,” he growls.
I glance down at his fingers to read the tattooed message, LIVE on
his five digits.
“I ain’t Tina, Ike. Get that shit out of my face,” I growl back as I
shove his hand out of my face.
I blink when he throws the piece of food across the room. Ok, run or
stay is the question that is taking me too long to decide as he walks around
the island. I always wondered why people just stared into the face of
possible danger. I’m like, move your ass. Get the fuck out of the way, duck
and weave, do something, damn it.
“I can put something else in your face,” he whispers.
“You need to calm down, Keagan.”
“Oh, I am calm, Monàe. Seeing you in nothing with a fucker
grinning in your face at… 6 AM is normal.”
“I didn’t ask him over.”
“Who is he?”
I stumble for a second. “He’s Michelle’s baby daddy.”
Caught it, my slight hesitation. Shit, he’s in detective mode.
“Why the hell is he coming to see you?”
I got to switch this around. If not, he’s going to learn the full story.
You know, the one about Rico and I rocking it for near a year and a half
before he started creeping with Michelle. So, what do I do? I blast his ass.
“How the fuck you come off trying to get in my grill after going
cold on me for weeks,” I shout.
Come on, Keagan… clap back. I can’t deflect unless you’re willing
to play. Instead, he just analyzes me with his piercing blue eyes.
“You keep tilting that big head of yours, it’s gonna topple you over.
That dumb look is old, Keagan.”
“What the hell-“
“You better watch the way you’re coming at me,” I warn. “I swear
I’m about to go, basic, white female on you.”
His eyes fall to my balled fists.
“This the game you’re playing… flipping shit.”
By this time, I’m too far gone. My mask is off, and what I’ve been
trying to hide is on full display.
“No, you seem to be the game master, Keagan. I’ve been keeping it
real the entire time. You’re the one switching out.”
“How?” he questions, folding his arms over his chest.
“How?” I repeat in a high pitched voice, flabbergasted. “First, I’m
tripping over you cause you say you want me. Then, your Ex pops up, and
now you’re getting all cold,” I accuse.
“I was trying not to scare you off.”
“You just bitch slapped somebody… and you talking about not
scaring me. What the fuck was all that for, then? Nicca, please,” I tsk. “You
ain’t playing me like this, Keagan. Take your ass back to your bitchy wife
cause I’m taking my own self off the hook. For weeks, I’ve been up in my
feelings, wondering, second-guessing shit,” I pause. “Say something!” I
scream, sweeping my hand across the kitchen island to knock the saucer to
the ground. The dish hits the floor, shattering. “You know damn well I like
those Danishes, and you had to fuck it up… cutting it into pieces.”
KEAGAN
What the hell? I wonder.
I’m trying as hard as I can to follow Monàe’s words as she goes into
a rant. No, this isn’t a rant. This woman is cursing me out. A couple of
times, she actually pushed me. In awe, I watch her, arms waving in the air,
chest heaving. How the fuck is she able to get so many sentences in with
one breath? If she quits being a detective, a female rapper would be a good
career choice for her.
“Sip on this tea,” she sasses. “Michelle got a baby on Rico, but he
was dating me. You think I want that two-faced fucker?”
To be honest, it never crossed my mind that Monàe was messing
around. I just wanted to kick his ass and send a warning to her that I don’t
share.
Shit, now what? I think.
I got her started. Yeah, I knew she was picking a fight to hide that
little secret but now she won’t shut the hell up. Ah, that’s interesting. The
thing about people when they are mad is that in the moment of anger, they
speak from the heart. Yeah, they’ll try to make you believe otherwise once
shit calms down, but it’s a lie. If a person shows you who they are, believe
it the first time.
The more Monàe yells and spits, the more I see… the more I feel.
Every relationship isn’t the same. I realize that now. I still have to read
between the lines to understand what she’s saying, but school was never
hard for me.
“Monàe,” I whisper.
She’s talking so loud, she doesn’t hear me. Sighing, “Monàe,” I try
again. Annoyed, “Monàe!” I snap.
“I heard you the first time.”
“Then, why didn’t you shut the fuck up?”
“Cause I don’t want to hear the sound of your voice. As a matter of
fact,” she pauses to turn her head, “I can’t even stand looking at your ugly
ass,” she grumbles.
“You’re acting dumb,” I point out, frowning.
“You seem to like doing it, so let me join the party,” she remarks.
“That’s going to make work kinda hard,” I point out.
“I don’t think so. It will be business as usual, actually,” she replies,
walking away. “I’ll be ready in twenty minutes, Detective.”
I grit my teeth. Now that Monàe’s gone, my face darkens. She thinks
she’s won. Nah, sweetheart. She told me all I needed to know. All the
voices in my head have been put to rest. For the first time in a long time, I
have to tip my hat to the Devil chuckling in the corner. He was right the
entire time.
Gliding down the hall, I press my shoulder against the door frame of
Monàe’s room door. My hooded eyes don’t miss a beat as I watch her get
dressed. A smile tugs on my lips as I imagine how my day is going to end. I
can hear her still talking shit under her breath. Whatever. None of that is
gonna stop me from popping her hood and giving her an attitude
adjustment.
CHAPTER FOUR
KEAGAN
I think I’m about to chip a tooth or pop a vein due to grinding my
teeth to keep from going off on Monàe. The constant bitching is getting on
my last nerve. I lean to open the door, she chooses to walk out of the other
one. I open the car door. After she got in, I swear she sprung my fingers
when she snatched the door to slam it closed. That right there had me
balling up my fist. My door! That’s my baby she’s taking her ill-placed
anger out on. Did I say anything, though? Huh? Fuck no. Instead, when I
got behind the wheel, I gave her a forced, toothy grin.
I said nothing when she tuned the radio into the Steve Harvey Show.
Hold up. I got nothing against the guy. No, my issue is the talking. I don’t
give a damn which station it is. I can’t take all that fuckin talking. If I
wanted to hear talking, I'd listen to a damn talk show. I don’t want a damn
traffic report. I can give two shit about who’s fuckin who, what happened
on Dancing With The Stars, or some other bullshit. Just play the goddam
music! Three songs followed by fifty fucking commercials isn’t playing
music. The thing is, Monàe knows it. Either Spotify, a CD, or the humming
of the engine, take your pick. What did she do, though? She strapped her
stiff-neck ass into the seat, then turned the radio to that loud mouth,
cackling group of hosts.
Once again, I smile and pretend as if the shit wasn’t getting to me.
Believe me… it is every goddam minute that passes. No music, not even
half of a song… just goddamn talking and mindless bullshit. My day is
going to be shit. I need my music to get me right in the morning, damn it.
However, I refuse to let her know she’s winning. I can tell by the way she’s
cutting her eyes at me, she’s trying to see the signs of me breaking. I won’t,
though.
“Will you please, stop? I’m trying to listen.”
I arch an eyebrow. I smirk. I pause, but then, the way she rolls her
brown eyes pisses me off.
“Keagan, I asked you to stop the humming,” she hisses.
Is she talking to me like a child? I know my ears must be deceiving
me. Glancing in the rearview mirror, I have to check my reflection. Surely,
Monàe has confused my big, tattooed self to be a child that she can tell
what to do. I switch humming tunes like I’m shifting gears. I even bust out
a few Christmas classics. I jingle bell our asses all the way back to the
crime scene, where Sloan is meeting us. I didn’t care that I only can
remember one verse of the song. I hum that shit on repeat, jazz it up, and
create a remix of that motherfucker.
Monàe practically leaps from my car when I pull to the side of the
road. Not as many as last night, but enough police presence for drivers to
slow down and rubber neck.
“What’s happened?” I question Sloan. It’s still cold as hell out. The
sun beaming above doesn’t do shit to warm things up.
“I expanded the search into the woods. I even brought a team of
dogs to try to map out the route the deceased took,” he explains.
“Were you successful?”
Sloan stumbles for a second in regards to Monàe. No doubt, he’s
picked up on her crisp, formal speech pattern.
“Well, I believe-“
“The short version,” I cut in, shivering slightly.
“Let the man talk. If you would stop butting in,” looking at Sloan,
“Please ignore the Detective. Take your time,” she smiles with a nod.
Of course, Monàe knows I’m hating the cold.
“Detective?” repeats Sloan, eyeing me.
I roll my eyes.
“The dogs were able to give us an idea of where she went. Nothing
that can really be used in court, but enough to point us in the right direction.
She followed this path here. With the light snowing, any traces of blood
were covered, but the scent was still there.” Sloan says while tracing his
finger along a line drawn in green ink on a map. “It appears to be a popular
running and biking trail.”
“Which is why we can’t use it in court. No telling when she actually
walked it,” I sigh.
“Who was the poor woman?” asked Monàe.
Sloan hands over a folder. Monàe hogs it. Taking pity on me, Sloan
tells me what I could read on my own if Monàe weren’t being a bitch.
“Katara Daniels, twenty-nine, single, and comes from money.
Nothing major in the system, not even a speeding ticket,” Sloan rattles off.
“Hell, with money, she didn’t have to drive herself,” I mention.
Sloan just shrugs.
“She might have been running from her home. It’s about ten miles
from where she was ran down,” adds Sloan.
“Wait up,” pausing with a big-eyed stare, “Her sister was Erika
Daniels?”
“The one and the same,” answers Sloan.
Slapping the folder down on the roof of Sloan’s car, “Chad
Rothchild’s ex?” presses Monàe, just to make sure. At Sloan’s nod, she
groans.
I wait a few seconds. “Well, since my partner isn’t going to do it,
would you be so kind?” I ask Sloan, sarcastically.
“It would be my pleasure,” he grunts, cutting his eyes at Monàe. “A
few years back, we were called in on a suspicious death. It happened around
wintertime when a lot of parties were going on in the area. So, Chad’s
wife… um, Erika Daniels, a much younger woman, drops dead at the dinner
table. In front of fifty or more guests, she starts to foam at the mouth. Come
to find out, almonds had been ground up and sprinkled into her food. The
woman was deathly allergic.”
“So, did one of the cooks mess up the meal?” I question.
“That was the final ruling.”
“But?” I stress. I’m ready to get back in my warm car.
“The cook prepared Erika’s food, personally. It was all cooked up by
the same husband and wife team that was on staff since Erika was a child,”
finishes Sloan.
I narrow my eyes. If that was the case, the cooks wouldn’t have
made such a mistake. I’m sure that the investigation was closed with
something written to the effect of, “Due to the hustle and activity of the day,
the staff cooks made a mistake that cost Mrs. Erika Daniels her life.” As
long as her husband didn’t press charges, it was an open and closed case.
“Who stood to profit? Her husband?” Closed case or not, I don’t
believe Erika’s death was a slip of the hand… and her sister’s death damn
sure wasn’t.
“No, not him. The man is boo-hoo rich up the ying-yang. Her
money went back into the trust that was set up by her dead parents. Her
sister and their brother, Noelle, got the money after Erika died. One more
thing though… I told you that their parents died. Well, since they were
minors when it all went down, the kids were sent to live with a guardian…
Chad Rothchild.”
A twisting of my lips disfigured my face at the name Sloan just
dropped. I scrub my hand down the front of my face as I process this
bullshit.
“So, the ward… the girl, how old are we talking?” I wonder.
“Erika was the second oldest. She was fourteen when they came to
Chad’s place. It’s rumored they started fucking when she was sixteen and
married when she was nineteen. Chad was in his late thirties when the kids
moved in.”
My expression is one of surprise, not only because of the answer to
my question, but also because it was Monàe that answered it.
“Any sexual assault found on Katara?”
“If you had read the report, you would have seen there wasn’t,
Detective.”
I grind my teeth. I’m a cunt hair away from slapping the bitch out of
Monàe. I begin to speak, only for Sloan to save Monàe’s ass from my
wrath.
“No rape, but she had sexual contact a few hours before.”
“Ok, let’s get on with the interviews. We’ll go to her home first…
then, move on,” announces Monàe with a clapping of her hands.
“I’ll follow in my own car,” Sloan informs us.
Yeah, I wish I had that luxury, today.
“You’re tagging along? Great idea. That will hopefully make me
look good by taking some of the attention off of Detective McCormac,” she
smiles before she walks away toward my car.
Sloan’s cold gaze glares at Monàe’s back. He says nothing to me.
He better not. I’m not in the mood to hear more shit. I throw my car door
open, get in, and right as Monàe reaches for the seat belt, I snatch her ass
out of the seat. My movements are fast, while I hit the button on the side of
my seat to cause it to slide back, making just enough room for her body to
sit on my lap. Oh, I see it coming. She’s opening her mouth for another
reason other than to suck my dick.
“Enough,” I fume, catching her off guard. If Monàe were smart, she
would fix her face. I reckon she’s coming up short this morning in the brain
department. Gripping her by the shoulders, I shake her hard, hoping to
knock something loose in her thick head. The car sways. The side of her
body bumps the horn a few times.
“Let me go!” she yells.
Shit, I can do that, too… and then some. I tighten my grip.
“God, if I had known you would keep going on like a goddamn
bitch, I would have given you an adjustment before we left.”
“You can keep that lame dick game,” she sass.
“Are we talking about this dick?” I ask, placing her hand on my
crotch. “Not this dick that has you snoring, mouth open, before it stops
jerking in the palm of my hand? Nah, you must be confusing me with some
other fuck boy you’ve wasted your time with. Now, let me tell you how this
is going to go,” I say, dropping my voice low. “You’re going to face the
window, you can bitch me out under your breath, but by the time we get to
these people’s house, you’re going to have a shit eating grin on your face,
and you’re going to respect me. Understand? Don’t make me punch you in
the pussy with my dick before it’s time, Monàe.”
Not giving her the opportunity to respond, I shove her back into her
seat. “Face the window,” I snap, making her jump.
To prove I mean business, I switch to my satellite radio station.
Putting the car into gear, “Fucked up my entire morning with this childish
bullshit. Look at me. You got me over here preaching like a goddamn
woman. You hear me?” I snarl. Then, in the next breath, “D, don’t look at
me. Talk to the goddamn trees.”
MONÀE
I bite my lip to stop the laughter from bubbling up. Keagan’s
reaction is priceless. I’ve stopped being mad at him hours ago. I was just
busting his balls for the joy of doing it. I knew that I was going to have to
quit fucking with him sooner or later. What I didn’t expect was for him to
come at me the way he did. Let me tell ya’ll something. The way a man
reacts to his lady when she’s mad or sad… all that pleading, going out of
his way to make it all better, it makes me melt.
I mean, Keagan is really in his feelings right now. Hard-faced,
narrowed eyes, mumbling to himself. Shit, he just caught me looking at
him. How can a man that looks the way he does be this moved? Oh, that
dick thing. In the few seconds, my hand was on his cock, it had hardened
and grown. What he said about punching me… he has a way with words.
He’s got me debating if I should play the bitch card a little longer to get a
shot of vitamin D early. Then again, it’s true. Keagan’s dick game be having
my ass hitting a high note. I ain't a fool risking having my uterus being
relocated from him fucking me mad.
“Is that a new jacket?”
Ugh! What the fuck? Of course, that’s the same worn out, leather
jacket he always wears. I roll my eyes, biting my lip. I can see his reflection
in the window. He’s just as confused by my comment as I am. Luckily, he
ignores me. I’m not one to kiss ass, but I know I have to act right as we pull
into the open iron gates to the sprawling estate.
I never liked these people. I was never cool with the way the last
‘unfortunate death’ was handled. I was here years ago as a ride-along
detective, trying to get respect in a man’s world. From jump street, I could
tell by the lack of invasive questioning that everything was going to be
hushed up. Come on! A blind man could see there was foul play. Or at least,
the old man should have been brought up on molestation charges for
fucking his wife before she was legal. However, like always, money talks.
“Keagan,” I start. Standing in front of the parked car, I give him a
blinding grin. I can see Sloan looking at me with a smug expression. Yeah,
Keagan got me right. Whatever.
“Dropping detective, huh,” Sloan teases.
Going on, “I know we have this new case, but if we happen to –“
“We’ll consider… the… other,” he mumbles while he cranes his
neck to see something in the distance. “You’re fucking with me,” he
mumbles as he tosses his head back to look up at the Heavens.
Confused, I glance over my shoulder. Nothing odd, by what I can
tell. There were a group of people working on a car. When the three of us
stroll by, I take a closer look.
“I wonder how that happened?” I voice, pointing at the busted tail
light that was currently being replaced.
“Who the hell knows?” Keagan remarks.
CHAPTER FIVE
KEAGAN
What the hell was I gonna say? It was me. I kicked in the old
bastard’s tail light. We’re shown into a large gathering room off the foyer.
“Excuse me, why all the buzz?” I question the maid that was
showing way too much ass in her uniform to be just being paid to scrub
floors. I’m thinking she spit-shined a few knobs, too.
“Mr. Rothchild’s engagement party is tomorrow.”
“I see… and Ms. Katara Daniels still resides here?” I ask, making
sure to still use the present tense.
“Yes, in the home on the back of the estate with her brother.”
“Can we please speak with the brother, then?” I press.
“Since you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” The maid replies as
she sizes me up.
Behind her back, Monàe mimics the woman with a nasty
expression.
MONÀE
I went silent during the interview. Now, I just listen. I’m lost as I
play out a hundred scenarios in my mind. I have to cool my jets. Solving
two murders would be wonderful, but I have to stay focused on the newer
case. You know, the case that’s actually open. Even still, I’m sure there is a
link. Sex and money, when dealing with the rich, are the usual kicking
points for murder.
In my thoughts, I nod to Noelle as I fall in step behind Keagan and
Sloan. I’m half listening, but a few of their remarks, I have to agree with.
I’m on board with Noelle not being the killer. There were no signs of him
lying. Of course, we’re going to check out his alibi to tie up that loose end.
The other thing the guys mention is how fucked up these people are. It’s
true. You got Chad’s old ass busting young girls’ cherries, an ex-wife that
was faking a pregnancy to keep him, and brings in a new, underaged, young
thing for him to fuck to keep him. Sick motherfuckers.
“I took the liberty of texting a friend to look into that trust thing.”
I stop in my tracks. I don’t want to miss a bit of Sloan’s information.
He glances at his cell to read, then looks at Keagan and me.
“It all checks out… what Noelle said. The parents were carjacked
and shot before they could complete the paperwork with the finer details.”
“I won’t be surprised if they were set up,” I grumble.
“Me neither,” agrees Sloan. “Seems that although Chad can’t access
the trust, he damn sure has been borrowing heavily against it. A million
here and there to finance his different ventures,” finishes Sloan.
Keagan narrows his eyes while he looks out across the manicured
lawn. I can almost smell the burning oil from the wheels of his head
turning. I have no doubt that he’s close to figuring shit out. I have my own
theory, but I keep it to myself.
The Scrooge
“You, fucking bastard!
The barking from the dogs dancing around our feet almost drowned
out the silver foxes remark, but I still heard it. Glancing over my shoulder
to see who the fuck the pompous ass was referring to had me coming up
short.
“This is the caveman that vandalized my car last night,” the man
jabbed his finger into Keagan’s chest.
“I would hate to add attacking an officer which is a heavier charge
than being dumb enough to drive with a bust light,” smirks Keagan.
“Oh, I wish you would. Forcing me to take a goddam detour for no
reason. It’s, it’s an excessive use of power. That’s what it is,” the man yells.
I know that informing a person of someone’s death shouldn’t bring
any pleasure, but I’m sure there is a slight smugness in Keagan’s voice.
“If you would have seen the body of Katara Daniels last night, I
think you would understand why adding a few minutes to your drive was
necessary.”
“Beg your pardon? SHUT UP!” he yells at the dogs, causing them to
tuck their tails.
“They obey you?” I interject.
“They better. It’s all in the breeding and training,” Chad Rothchild
comments, mindlessly.
A lost expression falls over his face. He has no idea the reason why
we are taking an interest in his trained pets.
“It was Katara. While I was acting like an entitled ass…Kat was…”
he trails off unable to complete his sentence.
“Her murderer had taken her life long before then,” I state, sticking
the knife in deeper.
The man turns deathly pale in spite of his spray-on tan. Chad goes
silent.
“A crash?” Chad whispers.
“A hit and run with an obvious attempt to kill,” Keagan informs
him.
“She trusted me.”
Chad says it more to himself than us. Using the fact that he is in
shock, I ask him a few questions.
“Last night, you were coming from…”
“Um, a Christmas party,” Chad babbles.
“Alone?” I fire off.
“Y, yes. I asked Fern, but she wanted to stay at home…guessing to
work on our…” he turns his head to take in the blood red tent and people
working in the lawn, “event,” he finishes in a hush.
“We’re trying to identify the car that was used. Are any vehicles
missing?”
Chad snaps his head back around to look at me. “Of course not.”
Then he stops with a sickening expression on his face. “Ugh…my, my
neighbor, he reported his car stolen. I just heard about it this morning
through the gossip mill.”
“We’ll check into it,” I say, nodding to Keagan. It was my way of
saying, ‘your witness’.
“Is it true that you were considering dissolving the trust and giving
Noelle and Katara their inheritances?”
From pale to beet red, Chad transforms in front of us.
“What foolishness are you going on about?” he growls.
“Well, it isn’t an unreasonable thing to do… with Noelle being in his
thirties and Katara twenty-five,” Keagan points out.
“It’s the first I’m hearing about it,” dropping his head. “Maybe I
should have done it before. If I had, maybe she would have lived her own
life instead of…” Chad shakes his head and swallows hard.
“I think that’s enough for now,” orders Fern, stepping next to Chad.
“Not now,” he cries, shoving her hand away as he stumbles off.
Frustrated, Fern bites her bottom lip. Stumping her Gucci loafer on
the cobblestone, she curses under her breath.
CHAPTER SIX
KEAGAN
I don’t know what all that was. I watched, listened, and did my
thing. I don’t need mud covered boots to see the greed and lust going on in
that house, but is it enough to commit murder? All I know is that with a lot
of zeros comes to a long connection list. We have to make sure we have our
shit straight before we begin hauling suspects in.
“What you got?”
Sloan’s question breaks my train of thought. I pile my hands on top
of my head. My bun is always messy, so who cares.
“For one, we’ve found our hunting dogs,” I say.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean Chad was the one leading them. They
barked at us, but not at Fern and Herman,” remarks Monàe.
“True,” I huff. “Were you feeling Chad’s sappy reaction?”
“I damn sure believed him when he flipped out over the trust,” she
replies.
“Not to point out the obvious, cuz I’m sure you’ve already worked it
out, but he could have done it,” interjects Sloan.
“I’ve worked that out. Chad could have left the party, pulled off the
road, stole the car, and ran her down,” Monàe rattles off.
“Nope, what about the dogs chasing Katara through the woods?” I
remind her.
“It was a two-man job,” she concludes with a shrug. “One flushed
her out while the other finished her off.”
“But which one of those fucks did it?” I finish.
“How about I go check out the neighbor? If we confirm and find the
car, it will get us on the right path,” offers Sloan.
“We’ll dig into Fern’s claim of Noelle and Katara breaking the trust.
If she were successful, it would have landed Chad up shit creek,” I reply.
AMALIE
I have a million problems, and this bitch is one. I fight to keep my
face free of the disgust I’m feeling right now. However, I have a burning
desire to kick this hoe in her cunt. Sloan would say I’m a glutton for
punishment. I would say I’m just a fool. A fool that can’t let go of the past.
Oh, not the vision of a kinder, less jaded Aleya, if there ever was. It’s the
past memory of a promise to my mother, Aleya’s aunt, to stick together, and
not let things come between us like it had with her and Aleya’s mother. My
mum never got over that… losing her sister to jealousy. Not a damn day
went by that she didn’t preach to me the dangers of allowing the past to
repeat itself.
As I glance around the stuffy ass high-end shop, I cry out.
Mum, this can’t be what you wanted. What about my happiness? Is it
ok for me to think about myself for a change and not…Please, Mum…give
me a sign!
I wait. A bell to ring, the lights to flicker, lighting to strike Aleya
down where she’s standing? I’ll take anything. After so many years of the
abuse, the ridicule, and the shame I’ve been dealt from my cousin’s
manicured hands, I’m ready to be set free.
My stomach trembles at the sound of her laughter. Look at her, head
tossed back, mouth opened wide. I want to gag. Yet, I join in with a weak
chuckle. I disgust my own self. Sloan has stopped voicing his feelings on
the entire matter. Why the hell should he when he knows I’m just going to
excuse whatever Aleya does or says. Then, I’ll pick myself up, dust myself
off, only to lay back on the ground for her to shit on me later.
Sloan. His name sends heat through me. I gladly allow myself the
freedom of indulging in my dreams. I love that man. He’s made me the
happiest woman in the world when he asked to marry me. It was a shock,
I’ll admit. Never did I think that he would fall for me after watching me
love and long for his friend, Keagan, in silence all those years. Keagan was
the only thing that made me be able to stomach Aleya. Of course, I know
she used her marriage to abuse me further, but it didn’t matter. I took it
gladly just to be in his presence.
So, I loved Keagan from a distance, never crossing that line. All the
while, Sloan was doing the same… loving me and never crossing the line of
friends.
“You’re a sad soul, Aleya. I think it’s your destiny to suffer.”
Sloan’s comment shocked me. He said it out of the blue one night.
“Huh?”
“The way you look at him from across the room… you’re suffering,
aren’t you?”
Like always, I tried to laugh it away.
“You’re drunk,” I scoffed.
He didn’t say anything. He just peered into my soul with his
dazzling green eyes. I think it was carrying the weight for so long that did
it, but I spoke the truth, at last.
“You know she isn’t faithful.”
“I know.”
He shocked me again.
“Why haven’t you told him? You’re his friend,” I exclaimed.
“That’s why I haven’t done so… and me doing so might give you
the opening you’ve been longing for. Then, it will be me standing out here
casting longing eyes on the woman I’m in love with but can’t be with. You
see, I still have a chance that one day you’ll stop fluttering your wings
around his window and finally see the candle I’ve been burning for you.”
Shaken. That’s the only word that comes remotely close to the way
Sloan’s confession affected me. I watched as he strolled back into the
house, pulled Keagan aside, and spoke to him. Keagan hid his reaction well.
So well that I couldn’t figure out what was actually being said. Was Sloan
telling his friend that Aleya was a cheating bitch? No, couldn’t be that.
However, I figured out that I was the topic due to the sudden change in my
and Keagan’s relationship. Oh, he treated me with kindness, but it was more
of how you treated an associate, respectful but tampered.
“What did you do? Why is he treating me different?”
I made sure to follow up with Sloan, a few days later. It was good
that it was a rainy day because it hid my tears. My Keagan, as he ever was,
had changed.
“I told him you were in love with him.”
I went into a blind rage. Sloan took my hits to the chest and face
without flinching.
“Why?” I screamed.
“I told him, so I can have a chance… a chance of you falling in love
with me.”
God, that man… and Sloan is all man, shed a tear.
“Which one; blue, green… oh, or the white?”
I blinked at the question being presented to me.
“Well, maybe not the white, but I was thinking along the lines of
symbolizing the first time,” she explains, cheerfully.
I frown. “But it wouldn’t be the first time. You were married to
Keagan. He’s fucked you.”
Aleya grinds her teeth. The fitters behind her act like they aren’t
listening.
“If I had known you were bringing your bitch face, I wouldn’t have
asked you to tag along.”
“Who else would indulge you in your disillusion, Aleya?” I smirk.
Letting the skimpy lingerie drop to her sides, “Sloan has revoked the
dick again, cus?” she mocks me. “Can you blame him? I mean, he can’t
trust you around my husband, and he prefers a hand job to your cunt. Seems
like you're batting 0 for 2,” she sass.
Getting to my feet, I snatch my purse up. “He left you?” I yell as I
turn to leave.
“Her husband doesn’t trust her, sad situation, really. Anyway, add
these to those, and I’ll take everything. Yes, just bill my husband, Keagan
McCormac.”
This is the last thing I hear before I walk out of the store. Mum be
damned, that bitch has it coming.
CHAPTER SEVEN
KEAGAN
I’m goddamn tired and annoyed. Between the cold weather and the
fucking brainless assholes I had to deal with today, I’m ready for a few
drinks. Yes, I still got a habit. Even more so, since the distance that has
formed between Monàe and I. At her place, you can say, um… I’m so
occupied with other activities, getting shit faced wasn’t on the list.
However, the anxiety of not knowing heads from tails has gotten me in a
funk that the whiskey was doing damn well with curing.
Now, tell me this, folks… if a cop, a mean-ass one like myself,
comes to your office telling you that a murder has been committed, would
you play coy with what you know? Or would you, on the downlow, be
spilling like a wounded goose all you know? It blows my mind how some
imbeciles clam up. What the fuck for?
“Listen, buddy… I saw it all.” “I heard so and so threaten to do Jim
Bob and his dog in.” Oh, yeah, they were fucking,” is how it would go, if
the cops came questioning me. I’m telling on you, your Mum, the fact that
you cheated on a third-grade math test. My ass will be giving up so much
info that the cops would be telling me to shut the hell up. Yet, these
assholes, with key information, want to make you beg and do a little dance
before they tell it all. Don’t they know they are a threat to the killer? Dumb
fucks.
Yet, the lawyer wanted to play that ethical card. What the hell for? I
never understood that bullshit. The person that was signing your checks is
dead. Who the hell are you being ethical to?
“I have a code to uphold, blah, blah, blah.”
Well, what about helping to catch the murderer of your dear client?
That was the merry-go-around we were on trying to find out the details of
Katara. It seems Fern wasn’t lying. She had gotten Fern in touch with a
lawyer; a dodgy Pitbull. Digging further, he was top notch at what he does.
I didn’t want to do it because I knew it would make Monàe wonder even
more about me, but I was left with no choice. When the attorney started
with that code and chapter dribble, I dumbfounded all in the room with my
knowledge of the law. I cited cases and repeated facts and codes of my own.
I impressed the man so much that he relented to our questions.
“As you can see, it is within your power of law to answer our
questions without actually confirming anything. It will help us, and it will
fall outside of breaching client privilege.”
The man fixed his glasses and smiled.
“Let’s say a lawyer attempted to overturn a trust similar to one of
your clients, could it be done?”
“With the right circumstances, yes,” he replied. “If the lawyer was
able to show that the people within the trust were qualified to gain control.
Oh, and the intent of those that created it,” the attorney answered.
“Intent?” pressed Monàe, catching on to the game.
“Yes… let’s say if it could be proven that addendums were drawn up
but were never executed due to… unforeseen events. Let’s also say that if it
was shown that the person in control of the trust was personally gaining off
of it… well, all of that proof could be enough… for the right judge to agree
with the termination of the trust.”
I added another question about myself on Monàe’s list, but in the
end, it had to be done.
“Time to go.”
Monàe leans back in her chair to give me a look. Saying nothing,
she saves her work, closes down the laptop, and packs up some paperwork
that I knew she wasn’t going to have time to go over tonight. Neither one of
us speak as we made our way through the building to the garage. The ride is
quiet, too, until I don’t turn right to head for the freeway.
“Making an errand?”
“No.”
She regards me quietly for a few miles. Maybe she’s waiting for me
to ask her to stay over, but I don’t see the need to. She knows what’s up.
This separation or whatever the fuck it is, is over. No, I know what it is,
actually. A lack of communication has bred fear and misconceptions. It has
set off a chain reaction. I was going to fix it.
Can I ask ya’ll a question? Ladies, why do you play that long game
of silence? Why do you cause the suffering of your man by folding your
arms, clamping your mouth shut, and saying nothing? Every other time we
men are wishing you would shut the fuck up when ya’ll are going on about
the chick you claim is a friend, but she’s really a bitch. Yet, when we want
you to come clean about what’s pissing you off, so we can fix the shit, you
act as if we should know what the fuck we did in the first place. Well,
thankfully, in this case, I had an earful with Monàe breaking it down to the
lowest degree this morning. Just keep that in mind, though. I’m learning,
but I’m determined to make this work.
Why the hell is my hand shaking? I hide my fear by resting my hand
on the gear shift. Yes, fear. Monàe is the only woman I’ve wanted to lose
myself in. Lucian actually thought I would be willing to give her up?
Laughable. I would take the heat from the sun for just another day with her.
I think I’ve compared what I feel for Monàe and Aleya, my ex-wife, a
million times. Of course, doing so as much as I’ve done has created the shit
hole I’m in. Yet, it made it clearer than blown glass how much I want her
and what lengths I’m willing to go to keep her.
I steal a glance. I marvel over the pain I’ve felt for so long after
being fucked over by Aleya. It amazes me all the pussy I’ve had since then
in my pursuit to fill the void. Did I swear off love? Hell yeah! Who wants to
open themselves up in search of being made complete in the arms of
another only to be fucked even more than they were to start. Yet, love found
a way of finding me. That’s the reason why I’m shaking. Because I know
that I’ve finally met my one and only… and I know that even if I’m able to
mend this rift, I know there’s the shadow of who I am still lingering in the
distance. That truth alone could create a crater so deep that I could lose
Monàe… forever.
It must be habit that navigated me down the streets and traffic,
through my private gate, and into my garage because I blink, and we’re at
my house.
“What is your objective?”
I flinch mentally at the clinical terms Monàe uses to describe what
I’m trying to do.
“I’m trying to cross this mysterious distance between us,” I admit in
a hushed tone.
I don’t get out after she exits the car. My gaze follows her as she
walks in front of the vehicle and into the house. I drop my eyes to stare at
nothing. I know what she’s going to find in there. I know it’s a gamble to let
her see and to find out what’s been going on with me.
MONÀE
The smell is hard to ignore. I pick up the pace at the sound of
Keagan’s booted footsteps behind me. Yeah, I’m here to see what’s going to
happen, but I’m also snooping to find out what he’s been up to over the few
weeks I haven’t been here. I pass through the kitchen. In the hall, I take a
sniff of the air. The fact that the house is warm is no surprise to me. Which
room? I take too long. His long strides catch and pass me. He strolls by four
doors, going deeper into the large house to turn into the sitting room.
Craning my head as I walk after him, I glance into the open doors. It’s not
until I enter the sitting room, that I find the source of the scent.
Dumbfounded, I stand in the archway to survey the area. Only the
sight of Keagan snatching a bottle from the bar catches my attention to take
it off of the crap filling the room. Well, not all of it is crap, but my gut is
telling me I’m not going to like the reason behind how it all got here. He
opens and drinks from the bottle.
“I thought you tapered off,” I remark, stepping down the stairs to
enter the space.
“I, I’ve b, b, been stressed,” he mocks, sputtering to mimic the way
Herman spoke during our second round of questioning.
“You’re wrong for that,” I smirk.
He shrugs. He’s watching me as I examine the room.
“You investing in a flower shop?” I ask while I inhale from one of
the many vases filling the room, all pink roses.
“No,” he declares, guarded.
“Am I here for you to play games?” I sigh, facing him. “You're
sleeping in here, too? Why? Is somebody staying with you?”
“The bed is too big… lonely,” he mumbles before taking another
gulp.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He tilts his head at me. “When I do sleep… it’s here,” he points at
the covers sprawled on the couch, “because I’m wanting you.”
“And the flowers are to cover up your musk?”
“The flowers are from, Aleya. They were our wedding flower.”
The confession sucker punches me in the gut. I have no clue what
my facial expression is saying at the moment.
“I’m sure that box in the corner was the newest delivery, too.”
Shit, I hadn’t even noticed the large, new addition on the cherry
wood table.
“She has a key?” I retort with attitude as I march over to the box.
“The cleaner… remember?” he replies.
“Oh, yeah,” I agree, taking it down a notch.
I take no care in ripping off the huge, red ribbon. Flipping the lid
off, I bite down to keep the first ten curse remarks from flowing from my
lips. My fists grip the fabric to hold the item up before my face.
“Nice,” smirks Keagan.
“Indeed,” I hiss.
Moving the colorful tissue paper around, I check out the other four
skanky pieces of lingerie included in the box. The bitch has good taste…
expensive, too. A little on the small size for the boobs and ass, but it would
definitely do the trick.
“For later. Ready. Wet. Willing. Wife, Aleya,” I read the card out
loud. “Is she your wife, Keagan?”
“I had a copy of the divorce declaration sent over. I’m free to play.”
“Do you want to be… free?” I say.
“No, I don’t want to be free at all, Monàe.”
“So, you’re back to chasing my tail? For how long this time?”
Keagan turns away from me to sit the bottle down so slowly, it
makes no sound at all. He sucks on his bottom lip, still staring at the bottle.
“I made a mistake.”
I thank God he wasn’t looking in my direction. He didn’t see me
sway on my feet or the hurt expression on my face. Fuck! I can feel my
eyes misting up. Shit! SHIT! I’m gonna cry. What happened to the tough
shell I’ve created? Keagan. That’s what happened. He’s punched so many
holes that I’m exposed.
“Jesus,” he hisses.
I’m taken back at how fast he gets to me. How the fuck did… he
was just by the bar… now he’s towering over me. Nah, I’m seeing things.
Gotta be.
Forcing me to glare up into his downturned face, “I wasn’t talking
about you, Monàe. You… us is not a mistake,” he promises. He put’s space
between us while he tugs on his wooly beard. “This is hard,” he laments.
“What is?”
“This,” he wags a finger between us. “Talking to you.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Cause I don’t want to be hurt,” he snarls. His baby blue eyes
narrow.
“Keagan, it’s too late for that. You’ve been bleeding all over me
from a cut I never inflicted.”
His chiseled features soften due to the tiniest smirk on his lips.
“Old habits, you see. I’m sorry for-“
“I wanna know about your ex… and what you’ve been keeping from
me… like were you going to school to be a lawyer or something? I get that
your past work you can't tell me about, but what about you, the man?”
KEAGAN
What she’s wanting is fair. She just didn’t know that there was no
secret past work, and what she was seeking, I could never completely share.
“I’m a strange person, Monàe. I have certain abilities that give me
an edge over the average Joe.”
What the fuck am I saying? Damn, she’s waiting for me to explain.
“If I read or hear something, my brain files it away… history,
languages, names, anything. I can flip through a magazine, speed read it,
and retain everything,” I explain. The fact that what I’m saying is true,
helps with the lie. It’s just the how that’s false.
“I can see why you’re sought after. With a knack like that, you can
be a dangerous enemy or a great ally. So, you never studied law?”
I shake my head. Monàe searches my face as if she’s trying to figure
out my truth.
“You never really talk about your family, why?”
I’m happy she shifted gears, but I didn’t expect it would be to turn
up the heat.
“I don’t trust my father. He’s too selfish and self-focused. He was
also abusive.”
“You’re mother?”
I frown. For a split second, I experience a fleeting longing to
actually have a truthful answer to Monàe’s question.
“I don’t know,” I admit at last. “There was a woman that I could
consider my mother since she did raise me... but my father chose her two
kids over me. When I was old enough to be shipped to school, he removed
me from the equation,” I reveal.
I better watch it. I might get too used to telling Monàe about myself.
I realize that. However, I also feel the cool breeze blowing on my soul after
ripping off a bandage that was designed to protect it.
“You’re ex?”
Without hesitation, I reach and prepare to remove yet another one.
“Love, Monàe,” I begin, slowly, “The need to experience it.”
“And did you?” she replies as she moves away from me to have a
seat.
Tossing the covers to the floor, she makes room for me. Taking a
slight detour to the bar, I pick up the bottle before joining her.
“I think… in a way, yeah. I mean, people do love in different ways,”
I point out.
“True, if you look at it in a clinical, logical way. Like, um… Bob
shows love by slapping Peggy,” she mocks. “True love doesn’t hurt.”
“So, you cussing me out this morning… that had nothing to do with
me hurting you… and me punching that motherfucker in the head had
nothing to do with love… or being hurt,” I remark.
“I never said I loved you, Keagan,” she says.
I ignore the way her response affects me.
“How did I hurt you?” she presses.
I tap my finger on my jean-clad leg. I feel like a sappy fool. I’ve
never had to do this shit with Aleya. All she required was fucking, making
sure she looked good, and money. She cackled enough for both of us.
“I felt…” I trail off as I try to put my feelings into words. “Maybe I
should lay back on the couch,” I joke, taking a big swallow for courage.
Why the hell is it taking so long to get a buzz?
“I met Aleya-“
“We can talk about that bitch, later,” sneers Monàe. “I’m waiting for
you to answer me.”
“I don’t want to dominate you… outside of the bedroom. I know
you’ve had a life before me. I know the rep you created for yourself, and I
know you’re working hard to change what those assholes think. Which is
why I’m going out of my way to remain professional when need be. I like
that shit about you. I’m trying to let you flex and grow… but-“
“It never crossed your mind, sorry to cut you off, but you never
thought that I’m over here wondering if you’re just playing games with me?
The only time we’re together is off the clock, behind closed doors. You’ve
never claimed me in public. Nah, I’m not talking about getting all up my
ass while at work, but there is a way to let people know I’m spoken for.
You’ve fucked your brand into my cervix, but how about where people can
see it? Yeah, I had a life before you, but you trying to stay at a distance to
prove to me you support me, will only make me think you aren’t completely
with me. I agree with you. I don’t want to be hurt either by feeling as if I’m
a dummy for falling for a man that isn’t into it.”
I open my mouth to interject.
“One sec,” she goes on. “I understand what you were thinking about
me at first. It was smart of you to make sure you wouldn’t turn into another
host I was going to latch onto achieved a goal, but I pay my bills. I put gas
in my car. I pull my weight at work. I’m standing on my own, and if you’re
still watching and waiting for me to hit you up, then we can’t be… because
I’m not gonna kiss your ass to prove myself to a person that can’t see that
I’ve changed.”
Although Monàe wasn’t raising her voice or talking with her hands
like this morning, her words still held the same amount of emotion as
before.
“I made you think I had lost interest?”
“Yes, and yes, that hurt me.”
“You want me to claim you… dominate you,” I add the last word in
a deep voice.
Monàe practically moans her reply, “Yes.”
“I can’t speak on what other women need, but to be honest,
Keagan… I need the ability, to, to… I don’t know, pull off my wig, lay
down my gun, and just be. I don’t want to be in charge. Don’t look at me
like that,” she groans, glancing away. “It’s stupid.”
Shaking her by the arm, “Hey, hey.”
“Tell me about your Ex,” she demands.
I let it slide.
“I want to see what all the fuss was about. My dad had gone to the
ends of the Earth to keep the woman he loved,” I wasn’t lying about that
either. “I had been fuckin for years, so getting Aleya wasn’t too hard. Not to
brag, but after our first time, she was in love.”
“You fell in love conducting an experiment?” she inquires,
surprised.
“It’s no different than a woman determined to get a man because she
feels like it’s time to start a family, right?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” sighs Monàe. “So, what went wrong?”
“She fucked a guy she met while I was on a case. When she got
pregnant, she tried to sucker me into claiming it. The damn boy looks
nothing like me. Don’t know why she got knocked up that time. Come to
find out, she had been fuckin on me for a good minute.”
“She’s one crazy bitch. Who the hell was she cheating on you with?
I mean, never mind,” grumbles Monàe.
“What? Never mind, what?” I tease.
“I’m just saying… she had all of this,” she answers making a circle
over my body.
I chuckle. “As I said, everyone loves differently. She was missing
something. I understand that, now.”
“And I’m guessing what she thought she was missing, she doesn’t
want anymore?” scoffs Monàe.
Tilting my head, “Are you going to back down to give her a clear
chance?”
“I’ll fight for what’s mine, Keagan… only if it’s mine,” she stresses.
“Then, we’re both fighters.”
“Yes, you proved that this morning,” she drawls.
“The fucker’s happy he was knocked out, if he had gotten up, I
would have killed him.”
Monàe hides her brown eyes from me. Didn’t matter, though. I
breathe deep to catch her scent.
“That turns me on,” she smiles.
Tilting my head, I give her a wicked grin. “Shower up, so I can
dominate you,” I order.
“Keagan, I’m hungry,” she whispers.
I don’t know if she meant food or not. Leaning over, I spread her
legs to cup her pussy. “I’m going to feed you. I promise to fill your belly,” I
groan.
I pray to the Man Above that I never stop feeling the way I do at the
touch of Monàe’s lips on mine. Heart racing, balls clenching, hair standing
up due to the electricity she creates within me. I open my mouth, letting her
take what she wants while I enjoy the way her tongue strokes and teases
me.
Shoving her off her perch, “Go get that pussy clean for me,” I pant.
Thankfully, my cell ringing convinces me not to follow in her
footsteps.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Hello.”
There’s a pause on the other line. Knowing the person, I understand
why.
“Hello? Excuse me? I expect the customary, fuck-off, leave me
alone, and why are you calling me?”
“Don’t forget the customary dial tone.”
“Shit, I can feel your grin way over here,” jokes Sloan. “Nice on the
inside, ain’t it?”
“Don’t know. I’m wasting time on you,” I tease.
“True,” getting to the point. “I found the car used in the murder.”
“Really? How?”
I place the bottle of whiskey with the others on the bar. I no longer
needed it.
“I questioned the neighbor. From a picture of the car, I could see that
the paint color was the same as what was found on the body. The man never
locked the doors. He said everyone is too rich to steal in that area.”
Getting up, I walk into the kitchen. With the call on speaker, I
unwrap and put in the oven the roast the maid prepped for my dinner. I
comment here and there.
“These killers are dumb. It’s obvious it wasn’t planned. I would
have dropped the car somewhere across the tracks. A chop shop would have
taken care of the rest,” I mention.
“You got to give them credit for torching it, though. I doubt whoever
hotwired the car used gloves since killing Katara wasn’t thought out. There
are no cameras on the road, either. Anyway, we’ll process the car, but other
than confirming it’s the murder weapon, don’t hold your breath.”
Sloan continues talking. I have nothing left to say. My mind has
switched off. The only thing I can concentrate on is the brown body that’s
dripping wet and stepping out of the steaming shower. Monàe has no
shame, letting me get an eye full of her lush form. Neither do I as I
unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants to let my engorged cock breathe. I
wait for her reaction when she goes over to the sink that she usually uses. I
smile at the perplexed expression. Slowly, she pulls open a drawer and
stares in a daze. She steals a glance my way. I smile.
See, I watch. I listen. Even when you think I’m not, I’m constantly
engaged with my surroundings. Over the weeks we’ve been apart, I’ve
occupied my time stocking up on the personal items she likes. I duplicated
everything from the toothpaste, facial scrub, perfumes, and silk head
bonnet, to the lavender scented Shea Butter she’s rubbing onto her skin.
“I’ll let you go. You ain’t listening to me anyway,” grumbles Sloan.
“Thank you,” I mumble back, ending the conversation.
I’m in a trance. I want to go over, hold her against the wall, and fuck
her. Then again, I want to drag it out and just watch her for a while. Monàe
doesn’t miss a spot. Lifting up her leg, she smooths a bit between her
thighs. She’s taking her time, and I don’t mind. I linger in the doorway. I
know if I cross the threshold, it’s all she wrote. I marvel over the way her
nipples perk and harden. I revel in just knowing that all it takes is a look
from me to get her petals wet.
“Your turn,” she smirks inviting me in.
“Is that glued down tight?” I tease, eyeing her hair.
“Shut up and take your bath,” she chuckles.
This is more like it. I can already feel things returning to the former
way they were. Getting in the shower, I take care not to wet my long hair.
No one wants to have shower water dripping all over them. The only thing I
want wetting the sheets is pussy and sweat. I don’t even bother dressing.
I’m always naked when were home. I know she’s a visual person. The
tattoos and the sight of me strolling around seems to excite her.
Coming to the room, I go still. I can’t move even if I wanted to. All
I can do is gawk as the vision of Monàe arching her back in the middle of
the bed causes a rush of blood to the tip of my cock. The fabric of the teddy
is straining to contain her curves. I smile, knowing it was one of the pieces
from the box Aleya had delivered. That fact for some reason makes me
horny as fuck, and from the way Monàe was rubbing her pussy on the
mattress, I think it turns her on, too.
“Ask me to fuck you,” I command.
For the life of me, I don’t know why I need to hear her beg. Shit, I
can clearly see she wants me to…Sweet Jesus, Monàe maneuvers on the
bed to lay back to open her legs, wide. If I wondered if she wanted me, the
sight of the white cream smeared on her pussy lips confirms it. My eyes
narrow as she skims the tip of her finger down her slit, massaging it and
spreading the juices from her pussy as if it was lotion.
Walking towards the bed, I pick up my cell. Pushing the button on
the side, I open the camera app.
“Ask me to fuck you,” I command again.
This time, she obeys.
“Fuck me, Keagan.”
At the right time, at the right angle, in the right pose, I snap the pic.
The towel drops to the floor in a hush. I close my eyes when my fingers
enter her body. My mouth latches on to her clit to add to her pleasure. I feel
the weight of her hands on the back of my head. My face buried deep, I
move in the motions of her swirling hips. I take my time eating her out,
licking her dry each time she explodes in my greedy mouth. I’m here to re-
stake my claim, to remind Monàe how it feels to be loved by me. It doesn’t
matter that she didn’t say she loved me. After tonight, I was going to have a
place in her heart, no matter how small it might be.
“Let me get drunk on your cum, Sweetheart,” I coo as I come up for
air.
Tracing her wet hairless lips, I cause her to writhe and cry out. I
make one more lap around the pool before I’m ready. At least, that’s what I
thought. I missed Monàe’s breasts. I missed suckin on her large, dark
nipples. Opening my mouth wide, I take one into my mouth to suckle, hard,
which causes her to arch off the bed. Flicking my tongue, biting and
sucking the other nipple, I finger fuck her.
When I finally come up to bat, I pause long enough to get into
position before I thrust forward. Like hot cream, her pussy melts around
me, coating me, damn near drowning me. I watch her. I don’t want to miss a
moan, a biting of her lips, or a flutter of her lids. Deep stroking her to a
slow tempo, I watch as her eyes roll back into her head. I smile cause I
know that I’m starting slow, to ensure that after our break from fucking, her
body is reacquainted with the size of my dick. However, by the way it’s
gushing and trembling, I know it’s ready for a good workout.
“K, Keagan, hell,” she protests over the way I have her legs wide
and stretched apart.
I swear I grazed her rib by the way I thrust deep into her womb. My
muscles ripple under my skin as I balance my weight. The headboard seems
like its cracking due to the way it’s knocking against the wall. None of that
matters. My main focus is making Monàe scream my name as she’s doing
now. All that matters is feeling her from the inside, and being showered in
her nectar.
“You feel so good, ugh, Monàe…I need it. That’s it…you can take
it, see, I knew you can.”
Once again, the walls of her pussy gushes to make my exit and entry
easier to bare. The tightness of her body is driving me crazy. Pausing, I stop
to rotate my hips. Leaning in, the muscles in my lower back strain.
“First, I’m going to fuck you….then, I’ll slow it down. Shhh,
Sweetheart,” I hush her up.
I pull her into a deep kiss to assault her, pushing Monàe ever further
as my cock begins to move within her. I never thought I could be as
engorged as I am right now.
A man of my word, we fuck, long, nasty, and hard. Every time,
Monàe begs for mercy, I bring her back to life with a kiss, or a roll of my
hips, a finger in her ass, or a dirty word whispered in her ear as proof that
she has more to give. I didn’t think it was capable for Monàe to go dry, but
when I realize we’ve been at it for over two hours, it makes sense.
Pulling out, I lean back to spit into her pussy to dive back in.
“Keagan,” she cries.
“Last time, I swear,” I promise into her parted lips.
Monàe looks at if she’s been battling a tornado. Her eyes are heavy
with fatigue, but as I shift my hips, they fill with something else; lust.
Licking her lips, she holds on to my shoulders.
“K, shit, right there….I’m gonna, yes, I’m gonna…FUCK!”
I groan as a secretion of liquid shoots from her body to wet us and
the bed. Overtaken by uncontrollable tremors, Monàe’s pussy clamps down
causing me to experience the strongest, mind blowing orgasm I’ve ever
experienced. Pulling back, I tumble onto the bed. I can’t even catch the cum
in the palm of my hand. Instead, it’s added to the other bodily fluids on the
sheets.
Shaken by the experience, I don’t press Monàe for more. Nor did
she complain about not having round two. In fact, the only thing she wants
from me is water and sleep. Picking her up, I carry her into one of the spare
bedrooms to sleep. After shutting off the oven, the roast is burnt by the way,
I nestle in next to her. In the darkness, I let my body relax. Why does this
time feel different? What is this fierce need to consume Monàe coming
from?
My lips caress her neck, and I growl. Taken back, I quickly sit up in
the bed, afraid of what I had just considered doing. Rolling over, I stare into
the darkness. I’m stressed, I tell myself. With work, Monàe, and Aleya…
suddenly, I smile. Reaching for my phone, I pull up the picture of Monàe
legs spread and in heat. Tapping on the keyboard, I write and send the text.
Thank You, is all I type before pressing send. I couldn’t go to sleep
without sending my gratitude to my ex. I can’t want for Monàe’s to try out
the others.
MONÀE
My thighs and back are on fire, but the smile on my face says
otherwise. Never, never, ever, ever, never have I had a love like this. I was
never one to trap a man with a baby. Keagan’s got my ass scheming,
though. That’s how great and stupendous the sexin’ he’s put on me. Keagan
fed me the dick, alright. I didn’t need any food. His shot of Vitamin D was
enough to have my ass jumping hurdles and sprinting this morning.
I’m definitely branded, and not just under my clothes, either. Get
this… so, we’re walking in the office, like always. Keagan opens the door
to let me go first… nothing new there. BUT as I stroll past, his hand lands
on my ass to give it a squeeze.
When we were in the packed elevator, he did this: Keagan stands
close, too close to be seen as professional. I can see others looking,
wondering what that was all about. Then, he bends his head while placing
his hand on my lower back to whisper in my ear. All he did was ask about
the case. Even still, a bitch was grinning because I knew what he was doing.
Once again, when the doors opened, he stepped aside for me saying,
“Monàe.” Yeah, that’s my name, but the way he said it put more meaning
into it.
By the time we entered our special unit, it was back to professional
Keagan. That’s fine. Actually, that’s the way it should be once our feet hit
the floor. What was done outside the office, while in the building, was more
than enough to stake his claim… and I’m claimed, believe me. Stock, deed,
and title are all stamped, KEAGAN… in red, double bold ink.
Try as I might, I can’t stop sneaking peeks of him over my laptop. I
wonder if he realizes that he scrunches up his forehead whenever he’s in
thought? I don’t know how many pens he’s chewed up. I was never one for
long hair on men, but on Keagan, the look is sexy. Perfect. His muscular,
tanned body with colorful tats covering his skin from his neck to his ankles,
haunts my wettest dreams.
“I’m up for doing you in the car if you want.”
I blink. Did he just say that? Glancing at the file then back up at his
computer while his inked covered fingers types, he seems lost in his work. I
shake it off, determined to do the same.
“Monàe,” I speak into the office phone on my desk. “Really?” I say,
snapping my fingers at Keagan.
What? He mouths.
“Was it a break in? Or was the person there to harm him?” I ask.
Who? He presses.
Tossing a Post It pad on my side of the desk, he points at it. I
scribble the answer. Keagan’s brows arch in interest.
“Thank You,” I remark.
Keagan is already handing me my coat.
Dopey Elf
“I could have been killed. Why? Erika, Katara… now, me... I don’t
get it. Why hurt them or me?”
Keagan and I stand at the foot of the hospital bed. A uniformed cop
has been placed at the door just in case the culprit comes back for round
two.
“Did you know that Katara was fighting for the trust to be
dissolved?” I question.
Noelle touches the compression wraps around his head.
“Listen, I knew she was up to something. The way she was sneaking
about, whispering and shit. I learned a long time ago, when dealing with my
sisters, not to get in too deep.”
“The less you know, the better. kinda approach,” adds Keagan.
“Right,” Noelle nods, then groans. “Anyway, no… I didn’t know the
extent of what was going on. Not till I got a call from an attorney asking if I
wanted to continue with the case.”
“And?” I wonder.
“Whatcha think? If there’s a way I can be free, yes,” replies Noelle.
“Walk us through what happened. We read your statement, but I
want to hear it from you,” explains Keagan.
Noelle shifts further up the hospital bed. “It was dark. I walked into
the house, and I heard some noise. I called out. Nothing. So, I inched my
way in, found a bat, and started to search the place. I heard another sound.”
“Where?” inquires Keagan.
“Um… my sister’s room. The door was cracked.”
“But you didn’t see anyone?” I press.
Noelle swallows hard. “No. It was too dark. I, I inched to the door.
When I pushed it open, the person charged me. All I got was a dark shadow
slamming into me, knocking me into the wall,” he finishes.
“So, the person was looking in your sister’s room. Any idea what
they were looking for?” I inquire.
“No fucking clue. You guys were already there yesterday,” Noelle
points out.
Keagan’s been silent, just listening till now. “The person was
searching for something. You just got in the way. We’ll go back to see what
was so important.”
Katara’s Room
Keagan was dead-on in his guess. The state of the ransacked room
was proof that the person was looking for something alright. Nothing was in
its place. Clothes were everywhere. The mattress had been overturned and
gutted. Lamps were smashed, pictures that were hung neatly on the off-
white walls when we processed this room yesterday, were on the ground,
crushed. All the drawers from the dresser and nightstands were scattered
throughout the room.
“The person was thorough.”
I glance in the direction Keagan nodded to notice the soot from the
fireplace. The thief made sure to search there, too, in hopes of getting lucky.
“What do you think was the motive here?”
I pause in my survey of the mess around us to answer Keagan.
“Well, the jewelry was taken, but I don’t think that’s what the person
was after.”
“On what grounds?”
“Look around,” I command. “It makes no sense to trash the place
when the jewelry box was on the desk. Then, the thief took the stuff inside
and not the box. The box is sterling silver. Who would have missed a prize
like that? Nah, all this is just extra to throw us off what they were really
here for,” she huffs.
He nods in agreement. “But what the fuck was it?” he mumbles
while stepping over items on the floor. “Did we ever get anything back
from the cell company?”
“I was going over the report when we got the call about Noelle. The
agent said the cell’s Sim card must have been destroyed cause it’s not
pinging any towers. Now, the text records were interesting,” I report while
we stroll past a few cops and out of the house. “She was sexting to a pre-
paid, non-traceable cell. Then, a few days ago, she texted a different
number. It’s not word for word, but it was something like… I got what you
were looking for, and she said… yes, just in time.”
Keagan shrugs his massive shoulders. “She could’ve been getting
moist over finding a new pair of shoes.”
“I doubt a buyer would be calling from a burner cell,” I smirk.
When we hit the back lawn on our way to the car, I can’t stop the
awe that comes over me at how breathtaking the area looked. If you have
money, you can make anything happen. It’s true in this case, too. When we
were here yesterday, the grass was a jumbled mess of people walking,
pointing, and shouting. Today, there were still people working to get shit
done, but I have a clear picture of what they were aiming for. Two tall, long,
rectangular tents on the side connected to a huge, red tent that made me
think of a Big Top at a circus. Bordering the pulled back opening to the
main tent was an enormous archway of dyed green roses. You might think it
would look tacky, but staring at it, the Christmas colors looked perfect
within the layers of the snow still covering the ground.
“All that for nothing.”
I glance up, “I know… on a marriage that won’t last.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Before I could ask Keagan to
explain. “That text,” he starts up. “I got an idea who it could be.”
Stealing another quick glimpse of the area below, I jog to catch up
with his long strides.
“I betcha a BJ it’s tied to the ten grand she paid in cash.”
“A blow job?” I chuckle.
“How long was I eating you last night? Then, I get a five-minute
polishing,” he scoffs, raising his eyebrow.
“Hey, you said you get into it cause you like doing it. It’s not my
fault I’m down for a few minutes and your knees start shaking and shit.”
“Next time, I’m just gonna bust a nut in that smart ass mouth of
yours and get it all over your lips.
Jesus, I love it when his Irish accent turns heavy with lust. I let my
jaw drop, opening my mouth wide to receive the imaginary money shot.
The pose causes him to stumble.
“If you don’t want me to swallow, I can gargle and make it rain all
down your coc-“
I was just teasing, but like always, Keagan throws me off. In the
blink of an eye, my back is plastered against a tree. First, his body. Then,
his lips crash into me.
“I want you,” he whispers into my mouth. If I’m clueless of what he
meant, he picks me up by my thighs and pulls my legs apart to make room
to grind his hard dick into my throbbing center. “If you wore a skirt, I could
push the panties aside and slide in.”
“Who says I would be wearing panties?”
“Let me fuck you in the car!”
“Keagan, stop playing,” I chuckle, pushing at his chest. I might be
acting as if I don’t want it, but I’m full of shit. “Put me down before we’re
caught,” I demand while I start to struggle.
“That’s it, pop it,” he teases.
“Keagan,” I cry.
“Yeah, Baby… say my name,” he jokes as he lowers one of my legs
to the ground while jacking the other higher. The speed of his hips pick up
in his act of dry humping me into the hard bark of the tree.
“Stop! You’re hurting my back,” I laugh.
“That’s what you said last night.”
With force, I punch his shoulder. His hips freeze. A wicked smile
curls on his sensual lips. Slowly, he lowers my leg.
“We got work to do.”
“You’re right,” he replies, stepping out of the way.
KEAGAN
Pussy, pussy, pussy. Is all I hear coming out of Monàe’s mouth. I
mean, I know she’s saying words. They might be important, too… but all
I’m thinking about is feeling the back of her throat and the heat and the
gush of pushing slowly into her pink cunt. Glancing ahead, I look at my
parked car. I mentally measure the amount of space in my back seat. I’m a
big man, and Monàe ain’t big, but she ain’t tiny either. I know I could get
up in it by pressing and curling back her legs. I mean, tear down her walls
in that back seat, but not without a lot of rocking going on. That wouldn’t
be good with so many cops and other people walking past the vehicle.
“You gonna explain the ten grand?”
No, I want to get lost in your body, but if I must, the voice in my
head complains. I sigh. “This,” I announce, pulling out a piece of paper
sealed in an evidence bag. “A receipt which coincides to a withdrawal from
her private account.”
“Trevor,” she squints to read the smudged ink. “Dunes? Nunes?”
“Dunes, Trevor Dunes,” I correct her.
I crank up the car, shift it into reverse, and take off.
“Oh shit.”
“What?” I look over at her to find her reading on our police tablet.
“A call was made at his address this morning. It’s coded a
homicide.”
“Shit,” I hiss.
MONÀE
The pain comes in waves; a cooling sensation followed by a
tightening of the muscles in my arm combined with a heat that at times
cause my arm to twitch. I bite back a curse while I pull my shirt to the side.
“What the fuck?” I hiss at the sight of the swollen area on my
shoulder.
My arm dangles like dead weight as I work my fingers around the
bite mark. It looks as if I was eaten by a rabid animal instead of a man.
What bacteria was in Keagan’s mouth to do all this? The same mouth that
ate me out, I kiss, Jesus.
“I’m worried about his mouth when I should be stressed over…” I
can’t say it out loud, but my inner voice is having a hay-day telling me what
a thirsty hoe I am.
It wasn’t till yesterday that he, and I had sex. Before that, weeks cuz
we were both acting dumb. I just stopped my period, so I hadn’t even
bothered with popping my birth control pills.
“That’s what I get for being a hoe…and I was just joking about…”
Once again, I shut up.
Since what happened in the car, Keagan’s been kissing ass and
walking on egg shells. Cute, but I’m not in the mood for cute. My insides
are on fire. I know it might just be mental cause I know he shot one off in
me, but the bitch is hurting. It’s as if the bottom is about to drop out. Now,
I’m one arm Lucy, too. All I want to do is go home, to my place and make
this day disappear. I don’t know what came over Keagan. All I know is I
don’t want it. Oh, I want him. Nothing has changed that. In spite of him
losing it in the throws of passion, that’s my man. He could have taken my
edges by snatching my wig. I’ll just have to rub some peppermint oil on it,
say a prayer, and keep it movin.
“There you are. Damn, what got a hold of you?”
“How you got up here?” I ask Michelle. Honestly, I’m not in the
mood.
She’s too busy pushing the stall doors open to make sure we’re
alone. Speed walking over to me, she jacks me up by the shirt.
“I ain’t going to jail,” she hisses into my face.
“Over Rico getting-“
“Rico? Why the fuck I’m worried about, no Justin,” she snarls,
shaking me.
“My fuckin arm hurts, bitch,” I snap, shoving her back.
“Your arm? I swear it’s gonna be your head, if I get mixed up in this
bullshit,” she promises.
No longer lost in my own woes, I grab the iodine to get back to
cleaning out the bite.
“Hurry up before someone come to piss,” I say.
Michelle is so close, I can feel her heartbeat. We aren’t taking any
chances for our voices to carry. Gripping my head, she cranes it to the side,
so she can whisper in my ear. Our eyes are locked on our reflection in the
bathroom mirror.
“Internal Affairs came to the office about you. Close your mouth,
listen. Cassie up front text me. Joey let me tag along so I could see for
myself what was going on. You remember the shit you took out of the
evidence locker cuz he told you to? Yeah, now you see where this is going.
The dogs are on your heels,” tightening her grip on my head, “and who let
you in the locker? Yes, bitch…me,” she finishes pushing my head, hard.
The pain radiating through my right arm fades into the distance as
anger takes hold.
“Why can’t he just leave me-“
“Look, I don’t care about that bull. All I want to know is how you
gonna fix it?” demands Michelle as she stabs the fake marble countertop
with a finger. Her already big eyes bulging.
I work my mouth like a fish out of water.
“Yes, bitch…get those jaws ready cause that’s what you’re about to
do. I know you’ve moved on with Keagan, but…” she trails off throwing up
her hands.
I’m not even listening to her dumbass. Faster than I can remember
connecting dots, signals, and thoughts fire off in my mind. A clarity, a raw
energy, and rage courses through me. It’s a lushes feeling that I revel in. I
find a temporary sanity in it. Narrowing my gaze, I smile. Michelle is right.
I got to do it.
Taking out my cell from my back pocket, I put the snowball in
motion. Just before the voice mail picks up, Justin answers.
“Yes?”
He actually pulls off acting as if he doesn’t know it’s me. He’s been
holding his breath all day, waiting for my call. Well, I can act full of shit,
too.
“Hey, Justin…it’s me, Monàe,” I whisper, innocently.
“Detective Reeves, what a surprise! How can I be of service?”
“Oh, you must be in mixed company. Um, I, I’ll call you-“
“Why didn’t you say so, of course,” he talks over me. “Excuse me,
an old friend is seeking counsel,” he says, excusing himself. I pick up the
sound of his footsteps striking the tile flooring, a door opening, what sounds
like the echoing of a stairwell, another door, then finally, the rush of wind.
“Well, well, well.”
Gone is the professional, polite, Justin. Hello, cocky motherfucker.
“Justin, I-“
“That paper work went through faster than I thought,” he chuckles.
“You know it didn’t go down like that.”
“Oh, so evidence didn’t go missing? I warned you that sloppy jobs
are only good when you’re on your knees. Now, all your cases have to be
reviewed. It doesn’t look good.”
“But you told me to-“
“I have no recollection of what you speak of Detective. Even still, if
anyone told you to break the law, it’s your duty to inform the powers that
be, not go along with it. Surely you know that. No, this is your mess,” he
tsks.
I sigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry that I called.”
“Don’t be. I mean, who else but me can help you in such a trying
time,” he remarks.
“Really,” I smile. “I, I would be so grateful.”
I can hear him swallow, hard. I bet he was licking his thin lips and
giving his dick a victory squeeze.
“Sure, tell you what, I’ll look over the formal complaint, see what I
can do. Are you free?”
There was a lot to be said about the way he stated that question.
“I think I can sneak away. I don’t want my partner, Keagan
knowing about this.”
“Well, I can’t promise it won’t come out. Things like this have a
way of getting out. Is that a problem?”
Fuckin bastard. He’s letting me know that once I come back, he was
going to make sure Keagan knew all about it. The fucker.
“No, I guess not,” I mumble, letting the hurt and sadness vibrate in
my voice.
“Wonderful,” he cheers. “I’m sure once we get together, we’ll work
this all out.”
In disgust, I hang up. I can’t take the sound of his voice any longer.
Michelle watched the entire exchange slack jawed.
“I’m sorry, Monàe,” she cries, touching me as I make it for the door.
“It’s alright,” I mumble.
“Wait! You’re actually gonna do it? I mean, maybe we can come up
with another way to-“
Stopping at the door, I glance over my shoulder at her. The
expression on her stricken face has me busting out in laughter.
“You actually think I’m gonna fuck that asshole? No, sis…I’m
gonna kill’em,” I laugh, walking out the door.
I am still chuckling when I enter my office. Amazing, replacing one
thing for another has all but erased the pain of my body. I feel freakin great.
Working my arm in a circle, I test my theory. Nothing, but an excitement
that I can barely contain.
“I was about to go check on you.”
Pausing to hover over my seat, I arch a brow at Keagan. “In the
bathroom?”
“You think I give a fuck?”
“No,” I lament, plopping down.
He gives me a beaming smile of relief that I was back to my old
self. The pinging of the laptop gets my attention off his handsome face.
“What’s the date on that receipt?”
My fingers glide over the fairly worn keyboard keys. Trevor didn’t
keep his files under names, but in dated coded folders. I figured due to the
text he sent Katara, what we were looking for had to be in the December
folder. Shit, I was on fire. I inhale the air. Even it had a way of entering my
nasal passages to open up my brain.
“Nevermind,” I announce.
Tap, tap, click on the mouse, tap, tap. I examine a file, see it’s not
the one, and keep working down the list.
“Found it,” I shout.
Glancing up, I freeze. Why is Keagan staring at me all weird?”
“What?”
He takes a second, giving me a narrowed eye glare. “Nothing,” he
response, getting to his feet to walk over to my side of the room. “Anything
good?”
“Oh, yes.”
Tilting the screen a bit back, I want Keagan to take in the HD
quality image in all its glory.
“What the Jack Frost and the Grinch with his heart too small is this
shit?” he remarks leaning over to make sure he was seeing correctly.
“That right there is a motive for murder,” I smile.
CHAPTER NINE
SLOAN
“Talk to me.”
I reposition the Bluetooth neckband to get better reception. Not
expecting to hear him on the line, my foot misses the step. Luckily, I
quickly grab the railing to stops myself from tumbling face first.
“Do you have him in your sight?”
I curse, mentally. Why the hell was Lucian on my dick? I had just
seen Keagan and Monàe in the damn hallway.
“Keagan’s fine. I got-“
“Listen, motherfucker… and listen good, I want you so close to
Keagan, there’s penetration,” roars Lucian.
Suddenly, the files in my hands hit the floor. My heart leaps in my
chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“Piamon is moving against him.”
A switch flips. It had been years since I had to be called upon. Even
so, the cage door opens, and a beast sleeping, raise his head. Nothing else
needs to be said. I retrace my steps through the hall.
“Shit,” I groan.
“What is it?” snaps Lucian in my ear.
“He’s gone to make an arrest.”
“Follow him,” commands Lucian.
“What the fuck you think I’m gonna do?”
Not a jog or a brisk run. Nah, I’m running, dodging for my life. I’ll
worry about a lie as to why I’m running though the precinct as if the hounds
of Hell were on my heels later. Hitting the garage door, I take off for the
direction of Keagan’s car. On alert, I jump out of the way of the muscle car
rounding a corner.
“Hey! Hey,” I shout, flagging the car down. Bracing my weight on
the door, “You heading out?”
“Get in with him,” demands Lucian.
Keagan frowns, staring at the Bluetooth neckband. He’s caught his
cousin’s voice on the other line. Cutting his eyes at Monàe in the
passenger’s seat, he locks gazes with me.
“We’re heading to crash an engagement party,” smirks Monàe.
“There might be trouble.” Keagan speaks it as a statement, but I
know he’s asking.
“I’ll be trailing behind,” I reply, tapping the roof of the car.
Keagan peels away.
“She should be there, Tashia. Ride with her,” orders Lucian
“Ugh, she’s here, too?”
“She never left.”
The call goes dead. Taking off for my vehicle, I push the button on
the fob to ensure the trunk is open by the time I reach it. The echoing
bouncing off the concrete walls of a car coming on fast causes me to
glimpse up. Like magic, a Porsche 911 GT, pearl white screeches to a halt.
There was no need wondering who it was. The metallic tint job made it
impossible to see into the sports car. Only the thumping vibrations of the
music within could be heard.
“Tashia,” I frown, sliding in, placing the duffle bag on the floor
between my feet.
The track ends, and another one begins. As much as I would love to
bitch and moan about going back into action, the rift of the guitar chords to
Prison Sex by Tool makes me smile. A longing, a stirring, the taste of sweet
mayhem produces a good old feeling I can’t deny I’ve missed washes over
me. Leaning back, I close my eyes, settling myself. I can’t let lose, not yet. I
have to pace it, take it one second at a time to remain in control.
“Do you know where they’ll be?”
“At the party, is my guess. They’ve been monitoring his movements
same as we have.”
Makes for a good assassination location. In the crowd of a few
hundred.
“What did he do? Did he break a rule, or what?”
After a few seconds passes and no answer, my head rolls in her
direction. Cracking an eye, I glare. Tashia’s switching gears and lanes like a
race car driver. A wicked smile twists her full, ruby red painted lips.
“What do you really know about Keagan?” Stealing a glance at me,
“I really don’t know him,” she admits, touching her chest, “but from what I
felt earlier,” she pauses, shaking her head, “Keagan isn’t Keagan,” she
winks.
I lower my gaze to follow her hand movements as she up shifts,
again.
“I see,” I mumble under my breath.
Does he know, I wonder?
“Asmodeus,” she laments.
Hearing the name threatens to cause my heart to cave in. I fight the
urge to claw at my skin. To break the things that confine me, but to do so
would mean losing my life. I have to be careful around Tashia. She’s a
master at playing coy in hopes that you’ll reveal more if you think she’s an
innocent.
“Regular hitmen or-“
“Regular. Piamon doesn’t want to make it too obvious it’s him.”
I nod. Leaning down, I unzip the bag. Tugging on a pair of black,
leather gloves, I shift through my gear. “We have to contain things and keep
Keagan from engaging.” When she hums, “Tashia, you know what Lucian
said,” I remind her, forcefully.
“I know. I know,” she pouts. Rocking her ass in the chair, “I just
want to see him cut loose, you know? To see what all the fuss is about,” she
smiles, licking her lips.
No, the fuck we don’t. God knows we don’t. Who told her that name?
Shit!
KEAGAN
“Thank you.”
The sound of Monàe finishing her call pulls me back to the here and
now. The entire time I’ve been scanning the increasingly darkening road
ahead. The police cars following us gives me a slight peace of mind. I know
this was going to happen. The way I lost it, the feelings that were conjured
up during Monàe’s and I ‘afternoon delite’ in the backseat was beyond the
normal.
“That was the high school Herman and Fern claimed they went to in
Seattle. Well, there were a brother and sister that attended, but not our two.
The actually brother and sister were killed on a plane that went down in
Thailand over ten years ago.”
“Wow,” I exclaim. “So, it was a con.”
“I betcha it went like this,” Monàe begins, turning to face me. “They
were brought in my Erika. She knew that her nasty ass husband like them
young. It was only so long she could play the knocked up card. Maybe she
was going to fake the 9 months and buy a baby, we don’t know, but we do
know she had to keep that man. So, what does she do? She brings in the
sweet young thang. First, she gets Herman a job at Chad’s corporation.
Then, she sets up Herman and Fern to ‘meet’ Chad at a party.”
“Knowing his deprived ass was going to try to get a piece of the
younger, tighter ass,” I add, making a turn.
“Right…but why share the money? Fern was already fuckin the
man. Why be the side chick when she could be the main? They killed her,
and Fern moves on up. Genius, actually,” chuckles Monàe.
“I think Katara was fuckin one of them. That’s why Fern was going
out of her way to help Katara get her inheritance. That way, she’ll get rich
from Chad, and Herman strikes it rich with Katara.”
“Or Fern would either kill or divorce Chad in the end. I mean, there
was no reason to help Katara get paid. Doing that cut off Chad’s collateral.
It would have bankrupt him sooner or later, so why do it? No it’s one of
them each for Noelle and Katara. I say, they were going to upgrade to the
younger pair…and they could still be fucking in secret.”
Monàe’s logic made perfect sense when I thought about it. Why
waste your time on an old, broke ass man, when you could be with a
younger, richer one?
“We’ll never really know what made Katara hire Trevor to snoop on
Fern and Herman. It could have been she was pissed that Fern was
marrying Chad, the man she was secretly in love with, but it got Katara and
Trevor killed,” sighs Monàe.
“She probably told them she knew, dumbass,” I grumble.
SLOAN
We both enter the woods. With a nod, we break formation, flanking
out. The gun slung on my back is heavy. Yet, I love the weight and the feel
of it on my skin. I don’t really need the weapon, not to take out this lot.
However, in a way, I’m coming into this fight with a bazooka while the
hitmen are coming with knives. I’ll use a gun to level the deck in their
favor. Wait. Who the hell I’m I trying to trick? Professionals or not, these
fuckers don’t stand a chance in Hell.
The darkness covers Tashia’s in my movements as we creep closer
to the edge of the field boarding the estate. We had been hoping that the
hired guns would have chosen to complete the job from the distance,
instead of blending in with the party-goers.
I smile. Our hunch paid off. In most case, there is a plant among the
guests to ensure the job gets done if all else fails. However, the force is
scattered out in the field before us. Like a stalking panther, I move through
the tall, dead grass. Reaching over my shoulder, I draw the rifle forward.
My fingers twist the silencer on the tip, just for good measure. Already, in
place, I wait right along with the rest of them for the cue to begin. What
might that be?
Tilting my head, I hear it. The sound of a commotion is carried on
the wind. With the screams and shouts from below, comes an opportunity to
gun down Keagan during all the excitement. Not only do I have to keep him
from going apeshit over being shot at, I damn sure have to make sure
Monàe isn’t a casualty.
“Come on,” I whisper.
I don’t want to start picking them off before time. With the grass
being so unkept, they’ll have to stand to take the shot. Once I make my first
mark, they’ll know they aren’t alone in the field. No nighttime goggles or
scope, my vision is all that’s needed to take aim. I finger the trigger.
“Now,” I smile.
The kickback from the rifle barely nudges my body. I might be a
quarter of a mile away, but I can still see the front of the man’s head
explode as the bullet exits his head. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch
movement. Of course, crazy ass Tashia would pick hand to hand instead of
killing from a distance. She always liked to give them a false sense of
actually leaving a fight with their lives.
I shift to another position, take aim and shoot my shot. The dumb
fuckers probably think there’s a gang of us due to the direction the next
bullet came from. Nope. Just me. Damn, they sure are determined to get the
job done. I hear two telling one of the guys to focus on taking out Keagan
and to leave the attacker to them. Okay. No worries.
I shift once more. This time I appear in the face of one of the two
men with the plan. The barrel of my silenced side arm barely touches his
forehead before I squeeze the trigger. I can feel Tashia to my left. I leave the
other guy for her to finish off. I’m moving again. The tall blades of dead
grass slaps against my body as I run to the sharp shooter trying to find his
shot.
“Hurry!”
I growl. I don’t know if Tashia really is attempting to get Keagan to
show out or if she’s having a hard time killing the asshole, but that
command from his friend urges the man to pull the trigger. I don’t have the
time to see if he was successful. The man twirls around to face me. Yes, I
didn’t use the wrong verb. It was more of a twirl than a turn. Because the
asshole pissed me off, I don’t use my gun. Nah, my hand closes on the hilt
of my double-edged hunting knife. With one hand, I wrap it around his arm,
pull up and tug at the same time, snapping the bone in two. Not giving him
the chance to fight back, I finish him off. His eyes widen as the moon
catches my blade just as it enters under his chin to slice through his mouth
and into his brain. I let him drop to the dirt to flop like a fish in his final
moments of life.
Whatever, I don’t care. I train my eyes on the crowd below. Frantic,
I scan the crush of bodies. I don’t think my heart began to beat till I made
out Keagan, standing taller than the rest. Suddenly, my stomach drops to the
ground. He’s staring at me. Neither one of us blink. It’s only when Monàe
appears at his side do we break I contact. Shit! He knows.
KEAGAN
I don’t call Sloan, Lucian, nobody. I don’t want to know. Knowing
would only cause me to flip my wig. Knowing would only make me go on a
war path, crushing everyone and everything till I got to him. Yes, him. I
know who’s behind all of this. Nope, instead, I’m going to prove to him and
to all watching me like a hawk that I don’t want any goddamn beef. He cast
the first stone. It missed its target, and I ain’t picking one up to throw it over
the fence back at him. In fact, I went about my business with Sloan at my
side while we finished up the arrest.
When he tried to talk to me about it, “You handled it. I don’t want to
know,” is what I told him.
When Lucian called me, later making small talk as if he wasn’t
fishing for something, I played that shit off, too. “Work was okay. Well, I
arrest two crazies. Get this, they were fuckin each other, but they were
running a con of being sister and brother. Nah, nothing else major
happened. Like what?”
“You’re going to play it that way, then?”
“What way are you talking about? Why don’t you tell me what was
supposed to have happened?”
“Fuck you Keagan,” Lucian snarled.
“I’ll pass, but you can have the honor of sucking on my balls. How’s
that?” I offered.
I perk up at the sound of Monàe using her key to enter the
apartment. I suggested staying at her place. In light of what went down, I
didn’t want to be at my place.
“Did you know your Ex- was downstairs?” she remarks, hands on
her hips.
“I’m aware,” I reply, notching my eyebrows higher.
When she left, she was wearing the same jeans and shirt from work.
Now, she was wearing a cotton candy pink body suit that had her pussy lips
talking to me as she walked across the floor.
“The hoe was having words with the front desk cuz they wouldn’t
let her on the floor. Then when she sees me, she acts as if I’m not there.”
“Um-hum,” I comment, raking my eyes over her body. I’m making
damn sure she knows I’m aware that wasn’t the outfit she left in.
Ignoring my ogling eyes, “So, I said, "Hello! Earth to bitch. I know
you see me standing here. If you disrespect me again, I'm gonna get in your
ass," spits Monàe.
Craning my head back, I outstretch my arms on the back of the sofa.
“So, where were you?”
“Killing Justin,” she nonchalantly answers, plopping in the space
next to me.
Frowning, I watch her kick off her heels. I know I must have a
dumbfounded expression on my face. Suddenly, I chuckle. She must be
clowning me. Yet, my laughter gets caught in my windpipe at the serious as
a heart attack stare she gives me. I glance towards the door she just walked
in, back to Monàe. Moving slowly, I lean, turning and placing my elbow on
my leg to really get a look at her. Sniffing the air, I don’t pick up any traces
of blood, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have killed him another way.
“You were killing Justin?” I repeat.
“Yes.”
“How?” I press, getting just as serious.
“He put Internal Affairs on me for something that he made me do.
He wanted to get a big win, you know to set the wheel in motion of making
D.A. So, I buried evidence. The guy really did the crime, but with the best
legal team on his side, he was going to walk,” she explains.
“I asked how not why?” I thunder.
Monàe flinches at the quaking of my voice. I take note of the way
her right arm is hanging lifeless at her side. The bite must be giving her
problems again.
No! Focus on this Justin thing.
“Keagan, calm down. I didn’t do it. That’s up to the people I left
him with.”
“I swear, Monàe,” I start scrubbing my palm down my face, “I’m
close to slapping the shit out of you. Stop with the games.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “Know how you get away with shit a
few times, you think you’ll never get caught. Well, that wasn’t the only
favor I did for Justin. I’m happy I wasn’t so dumb to trust his ass. I taped
him on one of my old cells asking me to take something from the evidence
locker to put a drug dealer away. I did it, but I kept the evidence that time.
Tonight, I met him at the place he keeps for his hook ups. Hey, don’t look at
me like that. Nothing happened, but I had to plant the shit. Anyway, I didn’t
show up alone. I brought a few of the same drug dealer’s posse with me. If
they beat him to death, I guess I’ll know on the morning news tomorrow or
in a couple of days, when he turns up. I tipped off a friend at the newspaper
to make sure it all comes out. See?”
“Yes, I see,” is all I say. There was a coldness about her that I didn’t
like. “Get out of that outfit…and give it to me,” I add as an afterthought.
Catching her as she passes, “We need to talk.”
“I know, later,” she promises.
I narrow my eyes at her retreating back. I run my fingers through
my hair, frustrated. This isn’t right. Something’s not right. All day long I’ve
been fighting a yearning to consume Monàe. If I could reduce her down to a
powder, I would snort her. I want to fuck her, taste her, and I don’t mean
giving her ass a good rimming before burying my face in her pink cunt. I
want to drink her, like I did before. Just thinking about it is causing the
most exquisite sensation to throb through my taunt body. My hand
gravitates to my dick to stroke it. Shocked, I snatch my hand away as if I
had just been caught jacking off.
“Asmodeus?”
A deep voice so loud it seems to vibrate off the walls speaks. An
image flashes in my mind. Closing my eyes tight, I fight to clear my head.
It was as if the voice is seeking, waiting for me to confirm something that
either I can’t, or I’m too damn scared to do. I love my life. I love Monàe.
I’m not giving that up for the unknown…and I’m damn sure not willing to
be drug back into the darkness I had been banished in for God only knows
how long.
MONÀE
“Hey, it’s done.”
“Really? It worked?”
“I said, so didn’t I?”
“Damn, I never give you credit, but you’re one smart ass bitch,”
Michelle praises. “And you kept your man, to boot.”
“Wow, ain’t you a petty hoe,” I chuckle.
“Always. Look at least you know what you’re dealing with.”
Getting undressed, I examine my shoulder. It hurts, but it does look
a bit better. It’s not going to stop me from riding Keagan tonight, I can tell
you that. I might be wobbling, but I’ll manage. The need to feel him on the
inside has me wrapping up the conversation. I can shoot the shit with my
sister, later.
Stepping into the steaming water, “I got to go.”
“Yeah, people to do and shit. A, you coming over tomorrow, right?”
Michelle reminds me.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t want to but, yeah.”
“Thank God. Dad about blew up when I told him you might miss
it.”
“Like I really what to meet an Aunt I’ve never heard about. I don’t
care,” I scoff.
“Whatever, you just make sure you’re here when she walks through
the door.”
“Don’t worry. My fake smile and I will be there to meet, Auntie
Tashia,” I groan.
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