“Helllllpppppp, it’s the devil…hellllpppp!” Le Le screamed. Her sister heard her cry, but the way Lil’ Mack was lying on top of her, she couldn’t move or see her sister. Suddenly, it started pouring down raining, lighting, and thundering,
“Lil’ Mack, it’s about that time… Let’s go” Le Le and Tee Tee heard the wicked voice demand, but only Le Le could see. As she stared at who she identified as Satan, his eyeballs turned white and a bright light shined from them. She watched as the devil threw out his hands and from his fingertips, there was thunder…. “Don’t resist me, Mack. Let’s go,” the wicked one ordered. Although Mack was out of it, his soul still knew what was going on and it battled with leaving with him. The wicked one got angered. He shot electricity from his mouth that caused both Lil’ Mack and Te Te’s body to jerk in the air and fall back down on the pavement… and then suddenly…
Pam felt a hand on her shoulder and damn near jumped from the sofa screaming louder than the little girl, Le Le that watched her father’s body disappear into the wicked devil.
"May bad, I didn't mean to scare you," said officers Michaels. He had come in to use the restroom.
"Are you sure about that?" She continued to stare at the television as Michaels smiled.
"I promise, I didn't mean it." He touched her shoulder. "Turn it off and find something else to watch."
"I wanna watch this."
“Ok, I’m going to use the restroom.” He walked off. Pam’s eyes followed him, she wondered if he would be easy to play or not. By the way he acted, it seemed as if she could get away with her plan.
When Michaels walked out of the bathroom, Pam was still into the movie. Michaels tip toed around the back on the couch and stood there for a minute looking over her. He couldn’t believe that she was so into the movie that she hadn’t noticed him. Michaels took a deep breath and tried hard to hold in his laugh. “BOO!” he shouted.
Pam damn near jumped from her seat so high, she spilled popcorn all over the floor. “Oh, my, damn... oh my... you scared the hell out of me. Now, why would you do that?” She placed her left hand over her chest.
“Because you insist on watching this movie, knowing you’re scared.” He licked his full, juicy lips and shook his head.
“Well, if you stop freaking creeping up on me then…” She rolled her eyes, picked up the remote from the coach, and aimed it at the television to pause to the movie. “Now, help me clean up this mess.” She stood from the couch and began picking up the popcorn off the floor. With a grin on his face, Michaels shook his head and walked around to the other side of the couch.
“You’re unbelievable.” He took off his baton, sat it on the couch, and bent down to help her pick up her popcorn.
“Unbelievable?” Pam looked at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Michaels stopped picking up the popcorn and looked at her. The two stared eye to eye. “Yes, unbelievable. You are too damn fine to be feisty and scary.” He laughed.
“Whatever.” Pam chuckled.
“No, I’m serious. I have never met a woman who is all three. Normally, she would be cute and scary or cute and feisty. Or, feisty and ugly, buy you’re cute…”
“Cute?” Pam placed one hand on her hip. “You mean fine?” She laughed and so did Michaels.
“I stand corrected. Right, you are fine… And, scary.”
“I’m scary by choice.” I can’t help it if I like a good thriller flick. It does something to me.”
“What, besides make up jump and spill popcorn everywhere?”
Pam gave him a weak smile. “It takes me away from my reality.” Michael gave her a head nod, and the two finished picking up the popcorn. Pam stood up with the bowl in her hand. “Thanks for helping me clean up your mess.” She took a handful of the popcorn and tossed it in her mouth.
“Ughhh… Nasty.” Michaels laughed.
“What?” Pam spoke with her mouth full.
“You eat off the floor, too? Unbelievable.”
Pam shrugged her shoulders. “God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt.” They both shared a laugh. Pam chewed the remainder of her popcorn. She then reached on the table and sat the bowl down, grabbing her glass of wine in the process. She took a sip and looked at Michaels. “Would you care to watch the rest of the movie with me?” Michaels gave her a questionable look, making Pam believe that she may have tried her game too soon.
“Sure, why not?” Michaels winked. He took a seat on the sofa and patted the empty spot next to him for Pam to have a seat.
Across Town…
“Oh, yes, Calvin, just like that.” Dena had her legs on Calvin’s shoulders and he was deep stroking her. “Damn, Calvin.” She moaned. Calvin was close to releasing his load. He grunted, and pounded harder and faster. “Oh, oh, oh...” Dena cooed. Calvin grabbed Dena by the neck. She already knew what time it was. She locked her pussy muscles on his dick and rotated her hips, driving Calvin crazy. She already knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Get it, baby, get it, baby, nut all in me,” Dena cooed.
“Grrrrrr.” He let out his load inside of her and right after he collapsed on the side of her, he said, “You got some good ass pussy.” He told her, “Get up and go get me a towel.”
“Ok.” She got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. In the bathroom, she went into the cabinet and grabbed two clean wash clothes. She walked over to her sink and dropped the towels in it. After she turned on the water, she looked up in the mirror. Underneath her eyes, she saw black lines. She touched the side of her left eye, it seemed as she was getting crow’s feet. She had been stressing lately. She tried her best to hide it with a smile, loving on Calvin, or interacting with baby Amanda, but nothing seemed to ease the pain she had caused by losing her son. Thinking of Diesel, she tried to fight back the tears that were welling in her eyes. He killed my baby, she thought. I will not let you get away with this, Ken Cox.
“Aye, Dena,” Calvin called after her. She wiped the tears that manage to escape.
“Yes, baby?”
“Your phone keeps goin’ off.”
Who could it be? She grabbed the Oil of Olay body wash and poured it onto the towels. “Here I come.” She rang the water from the towels. First, she cleaned and dried herself, and then she went back into the room. “Here you go.” She handed Calvin his towel. She picked her cell phone up from the dresser and looked at the screen. I it read, Client F. Her face automatically frowned and her stomach felt like it was in a knot. “Fucking bastard,” she grumbled. She opened the message and read it. Meet me at the same spot. ASAP. She looked over at Calvin, who was snoring lightly. “Babe, are you asleep?” she inquired. Calvin didn’t respond. She then texted back, I’ll be there shortly. She set the phone down and stood from the bed. “Baby, I need to go meet a client.” Calvin still didn’t respond. Dena hurried and dressed in jeans and a shirt, and her brown leather coat with the matching boots. She left out the room quietly. When she made it to the car, she texted Calvin to let him know that she went to meet a client.
~ Pam ~
By the end of the movie, Pam was all up under Michaels. His arm was wrapped around her and her head was on his chest. It felt good to be up under a man, especially one that was as sexy and nice as Michaels. But, she knew there would be nothing more. Michaels felt the same way. He didn’t want to let Pam go. In fact, he wanted to hold her all night. He had been digging her just a little bit from the first time he laid eyes on her. Pam was a sexy woman. A little older than he was, but that was right up his alley. At twenty seven, he preferred them older, but with Pam, he knew he couldn’t take it there with her. F would flip and he could lose his job.
Pam sat there for a minute acting as if she was watching the credits. In actually, she was wondered if she should try seducing Michaels then or wait until later. She didn’t have that much time, though, she needed to find Jazz ASAP. But, if she made a move and it turned out to be the wrong one, she would probably never connect with Jazz until she was behind b
ars. She didn’t know what to do.
“Thank you for spending time with me. It gets lonely.” She admitted truthfully. Although, her motive was different, it was the truth. She was tired of being isolated and her only company, if that was what you wanted to call it, was being with F. Pam wanted out, but, most of all, she wanted and needed to save Jazz. Damn, Ken I thought my baby was safe with you.
“I enjoyed watching the movie with you,” Michaels replied.
“Thanks, would you like some wine?” Pam stood up from the couch.
“No, I’m on duty.” He looked at his watch. “Let me get back on my post, I still have eight hours.”
“Please, don’t leave. I’m scared. Let’s watch another movie.” Michaels stood and stretched.
“Maybe later, F is coming by.”
“For?” Pam frowned. “It’s late.”
“My walkie talkie battery is dying.” He picked up his baton and put it back on.
“Why aren’t you on patrol, in the field chasing bad guys? If you don’t mind me asking.” Pam was straight up. He was nowhere near a fat slob, so she knew he could catch a criminal. He didn’t strike her as scary, and if he was the force wouldn’t gave a damn, they would still put him on the streets. So, why was the handsome, fit fellow guarding her?
“I don’t mind. I’m on light duty until my doctor releases me. I hurt myself about eight months ago.”
“And, you got stuck with F?” She acted if she smelled a bad odor.
Michaels smiled. “He ain’t that bad.”
“If you say so.” Pam rolled her eyes.
~ Dena Kenslow – It’s a Dirty World ~
"Let me get that." F put his hand out. Mrs. Kenslow reached in her purse, pulled out the envelope containing five grand, and handed it to him. "Good girl. I'll see you next month." She got out the car and shut the door.
Mrs. Kenslow stared at him. If he wasn't a cop, I'll have him killed, she thought. F had been blackmailing her for the last couple of years.
****
Forty eight hours after Dena killed her father. She get an unexpected visitor at her estate.
When Rosa announced who was at the door, she hurriedly made her way to the porch.
"What are you doing at my home?" she questioned as F walked up on the steps.
"Is that a way to greet the person who holds the key to your life?" He cracked a smile.
"What the fuck are saying? Are you threatening me?" Mrs. K was upset. She knew that F was still pissed with her. For one, they dated for a short period of time. Something like a month before she got rid of him. He was a turn off. "You're just not my type." She kept it real when he asked. He was salty about it. She knew it, but what put the icing on the cake was a month later when he went to court testifying against one of her clients. When she crossed examined him, she not only caught him up in several lies, but she made him look stupid in front of his peers. She heard that he was the laughing stalk of his prescient for a cool minute. She knew he was salty, but she didn't think he would go to such extreme.
"Threat?" F chuckled and put his hands in his pocket. “I 'm not threatening you. But, I am warning you, if you do not give me what I ask for, then I will be forced to take the evidence I have against you to my boss."
"What are you talking about?" She became nervous.
"I'm talking about you killing Red. That was your father, right?"
"I did not. How dare you blame me? Get the fuck away from here." She played the role.
"Well, there was a man that we found dead and guess who he worked for.” He pointed at Miss Kenslow. “He worked for you. Richard was your driver, right?” She went to speak, but he cut her off. “There is also a bracelet that I picked up from the scene." She watched as he pulled it from his pocket. "Isn't this the bracelet that you said was given to you by your late husband?" Looking at the three carat, custom made bracelet, she could have shit on herself. She knew she lost the bracelet, but she hoped it was in the Lincoln somewhere. "Now, I can be a bitch like you and make it to where you will be the laughing stalk of your firm… And, be in prison for the rest of your life, or I can..."
"How much, I’ll pay you," she spoke just above a whisper.
"Ten grand a month. For now." He put the bracelet back in his pocket. “I’ll take my first payment tonight. Meet me at the spot where you killed your father." With that said, F walked off.
Chapter 8- Pam
Pulling up to the secret location where he held Pam, Detective F still thought about how he was becoming one of those cops he always claimed he wouldn't be. Sneaky and dirty. There he was blackmailing his ex just because she made him feel like shit. It wasn't just about the money, although, he needed it. His ego was shot, and by a woman. "As soon as I close this case, I'm going to leave her ass alone. I know this isn't right," he told himself. F turned the car off. "Now, Ms. Pam, it's time to pull this case off. I haven't figured out how, but it's time." The mayor was about to retire and F wanted to have the murder of his son solved before he left out of office. That way, the mayor could point him the position he deserved. That prejudiced Jimmy Hanks didn't deserve the job. F grabbed the batteries from his backseat, got out the car, and made his way to the house.
"Hey boss," said Michaels. He sat in a chair on the porch.
"How's everything?" he asked.
"Good, good. I just came from the restroom and she's asleep." Michael's thought about the lie after he told it and wondered why he did.
"She's sleep, huh?" He handed him the batteries. “She must’ve taking her sleeping pills. That’s good.”
"I’m not sure." Michaels replaced the batteries in his radio
"Alright, I'll deal with her tomorrow." F walked off.
Pam peeked out the window as she watched F get into his car. When he pulled off, Pam went to the front door and cracked it open. Peeping her head out, she asked, "Why did you lie?"
Michaels turned and looked at her. He didn't know that she heard and now he was embarrassed that she had. But, he had to think fast. "Because I know you don't like him. If he came in there and got you upset, I knew that you would be in a foul mood." He walked up on her. "Can we watch another movie?" Through the crack of the door, he looked into her eyes and
Pam began to feel glittery all over. She cleared her throat. "If you let me pick a scary movie to watch, we have a date."
"A date?" He smiled.
“You know what I mean.” Pam moved away from the door and he walked in.
~ Dena Kenslow ~
When Mrs. K left detective F, she planned on going straight back home to climb in the bed with Calvin. Being up under him made her feel so much better. He still wasn't affectionate like she wanted him to be, but just his presence let her know that he cared. Dena’s mind was so cloudy. She was already stressed about that asshole, Ken, killing her son and now fucking F had furthered screwed up her night. That particular time, she wasn’t even tripping off having to Pam him. Her being upset with him was the fact that every time they meet, it brought back memories of her killing her rapist, her father.
It was the night that Mrs. Kenslow went to meet Paris. Paris requested twenty grand for the safe return of baby Amanda and for her to keep her mouth shut about Diesel practically raping her. The two women had a scuffle. Out of nowhere, shots were fired. That was how her driver was killed. Both Mrs. K and Paris broke to get away. Paris jumped in her car and burned rubber out of the alley, and Mrs. K took off on foot. When Mrs. K made it to the street, she looked to her left and then to her right, and decided to run right. Not paying attention to where she was running, she tripped over a body and fell flat on her tummy.
“Aw fuck," the man groaned.
Mrs. Kenslow rolled over on her back. As she was getting up, she got panicky. Pow, pow, pow...boc, boc, boc. The shots were getting closer. "Bitch, move," the man said, and tried to move around on the ground so he could get up.
Mrs. Kenslow froze. She looked and couldn't believe who the man was next to her trying to get off the g
round. "Dad?" She said just above a whisper.
Red was used to women calling him Daddy. Shit, he was a pimp, but she wasn't one of his hoes, it was his baby girl that was calling him. They stared at each other. Dena always wondered what she would do the next time she saw him, and now there she was in front of him with her gun in her hand. She thought about the good times. The father and daughter days they spent at the zoo, the movies, or the park. She thought about how Red used to tuck her in at night and tell her a bedtime story. Oh, how she loved those days, but those good days turned into bad days when her daddy started using drugs. There were plenty of nights he would get into bed with her and fondle her body. Once she asked him why he did it, and he told her that is what people do who love each other. Memories off the horrific events flooded her mind as she was on the ground with her gun in hand. She cried thinking about how her father took her virginity…she became angry as she thought about her mother leaving her. Even with all those emotions, her heart still missed and loved her dad.
“Daddy...” she cried.
It hurt Red heart to see his only daughter sit there and cry. It felt good to hear her call him Daddy again. Red always promised that if he ever saw his little girl again, he would apologize, and if she forgave him, then and only then would he stop pimping and sleeping with young girls. Well, he would get help, and that was a start. Over the years, after losing his family, he was angry that he could not make his wrong by them a right. He didn't see a reason to stop doing what he was doing to other young girls if he couldn’t make it right with his own daughter. He wanted other people’s families to hurt as he caused his to hurt. Savanna, aka White Girl, and her mother were one of the families he helped destroy.
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