Torn: I Dont Need You, But I Want You
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“Please excuse the mess and have a seat. If you don’t mind, please tell me why you’re here,” I say nervously.
“Do you know Officer Darnell Carter, ma’am?” Torres asked.
“Yes! Why what happened? He’s my best friend’s husband. Is she okay? Is he okay?” I frantically ask.
“Ma’am, Office Carter was in a severe car accident earlier this week in a car that is registered in your name. Are you aware of this?” he asks accusingly.
I reply through tears, explaining to the detectives what took place on Saturday at Darnell and Tae’s place, and advised them that because of our falling out, I have been cooped up in this house alone for the last five days and had just recently turned on my phone and television moments before their arrival.
“Mrs. or Ms. Westbrook?” Detective Torres questions.
“Ms.,” I reply.
“Are you aware that the brake line on your car was cut and all of the fluid had leaked out from the car, which prevented the car from stopping, causing Officer Carter to lose control of the car and almost lose his life?”
I can’t even respond. I just shake my head through my tears. “How is it my brake line was cut and Darnell almost died?”
Chapter Thirty-One ~ Bernard Wants Answers
Question the questioning, question the questions,
and question the answers.
— Annette Sandberg
Being that I am Darnell’s next of kin, and Latavia’s trifling ass went missing-in-action, the first thing on my to-do list is to get my boy moved out of this hellhole and into another hospital. Since I don’t know what the hell is going on, no one will know his whereabouts, with the exception of a few guys on the force. For the life of me, I can’t figure out who would want to hurt D, so this can’t be about him. And why the fuck was he driving Nae’s car?
This has got to be the most difficult thing I have ever had to experience. My boy is laid up in a hospital room, wrapped the fuck up like a mummy, with tubes and machines everywhere. I don’t think I could have ever been prepared for this shit right here.
“D, it’s your boy Nard, your brother from another mother. I need you to fight, man. We have so much more to fuck-up in these streets, and Latavia needs you. I hate to see you like this, and when you’re good, we’re going to knuckle up for stressing a brother out like this. If you needed a break, all you had to do was say something, man,” I say, struggling to fight back my tears. “Real talk, man, I love you like cooked food, and you have my word, I will hold shit down until you get better.”
I have to get up out of this hospital. For one, I can’t take looking at my boy D like this. Two, I have to get to the bottom of this shit. According to the surveillance tapes, which I made sure to confiscate, Latavia left out of the hospital with the dude I saw her creeping with. I will get with their asses after I pay a visit to Nae. All I know is they’d better not be responsible for any of this shit because they will have to deal personally with Bernard, not Officer Richards.
Chapter Thirty-Two ~ Mahogany’s Botched Plans
He who hides his faults plans to make more.
— Chinese Proverb
My plan is all botched up. Now I have to think of a plan B. Nariah and I got together the night of her and Latavia’s big fight. After putting Nariah’s damaged behind to sleep, I tampered with her brakes in hopes she would get into a minor fender-bender, Latavia would come to the rescue, they would patch things up, and we would become the three amigos, allowing me a greater advantage to make my move. Well, that went downhill, and now Latavia’s husband is in the hospital, fighting for his life. I have to regroup; this is all the way jacked up.
It’s been a little over a week since the accident, and I am assuming they haven’t, and can’t, trace anything back to me, thank God. Because of that, I have a newfound love for Google. You can find any and everything on there. The Bible does say, “My people perish from a lack of knowledge,” but not this chick. I found step-by-step instructions on how to cut a brake line. Of course, I made sure to wear rubber gloves—no fingerprints—and of course, I learned that from watching a little television as well.
Looks like I will have to keep this charade up with Nariah as well. Yes, I did say a charade! I don’t even like women so being in a relationship with one is completely out of the question. A real woman like me loves a nice, rock-hard, thick anaconda ding-a-ling up in me, Braxton’s preferably. Again, I had to resort to the internet to learn how to please another female and taste their honey love. Reading is by far fundamental. I became an overnight success and turned Nariah out like a modern-day MC Hammer—Can’t Touch This. I have to make sure to put my all into everything I do at this point in the game if I want to bring my husband back home. I will do whatever it takes to make it happen. Latavia has no idea what she has gotten herself into or who she’s messing with.
One of the greatest things out of all of this is I know the good Lord is working in my favor. He made sure Latavia and Nariah were hermits in school, and we never crossed paths. My mom used to always say God knows the ending of a situation, so I am a firm believer He made sure that happened to allow me the opportunity to be able to use them or move the both of them out of the way. One way or another, something has to give. God honors marriage and so do I.
Chapter Thirty-Three ~ Braxton Wants Answers!
Sometimes, you love someone so much
that not even the truth can change your mind.
— Ritu Ghatourey
My baby girl has been home for a little over a week now and things have been real good. The only thing I’m not feeling are those Freddy Krueger dreams she’s been having. Three nights in a row, she woke up sweating bullets, crying and fighting. Shorty scared me half to death when she woke up swinging, catching me in the jaw. I didn’t know what the hell had happened. When she comes to bed, we have to talk. I’m not getting any sleep with Floyd Mayweather on the other side of the bed, trying to remain the champ.
“How was your bath, baby girl?” I ask.
“It was good, baby; it would have been better if you had joined me,” she replies seductively.
‘I know what you want, little momma, but we need to chop it up first, if that’s okay with you.”
“Sure thing; what’s wrong?” she asks.
“That’s what I need you to tell me, Tavia. You’ve been bugging out in your sleep, and that shit has me a little worried about you.
Tears start pouring out of her eyes, ripping my heart out of my chest. She’s all choked up and can’t get her words out. I don’t know what she’s about to say to me, but I do know there’s no chance in hell she’s going back to that punk. I feel bad; he’s in a fucked-up position, laid up in the hospital . . . Let me stop frontin’; no, I don’t! Who am I kidding? He had to get out the way eventually. So it is what it is. Bottom line, Tavia is mine, point blank—always has and always will be. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
“BK, baby, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, and I don’t want any more secrets between us. I’m tired of lies and secrets. So I am going to be open and honest with you in hopes it won’t change things between us or how you feel about me.”
“What? Don’t tell me you were born a man?” I joke.
“No, crazy,” she says.
After Tae pours her heart and soul out, trying to fill me in on what her bitch-ass pops did to her, I want to grab my Desert Eagle and fuck something up. Who-the-fuck does shit like that to their own blood? I have to cut her off and try to change the subject. I can’t take listening to anymore of this shit. She’s a soldier in my eyes. Any other bitch would be all kinds of fucked-up in the head, or would have jumped out a window by now. Real talk, that ain’t no light shit to be dealing with. I have the utmost respect for her.
“Come closer to me, little momma, and let big daddy take some of that pain away,” I instruct. I
just stand over her for a few moments, staring at her, taking in all of the fine chocolate fudge in front of me. There’s nothing better than a beautiful chocolate woman, especially this one.
“Baby girl, daddy wants to see you play with that pretty cooch,” I say, guiding her hand to her treasure chest.
She does as instructed and commences to flickering at that inflated clit of hers, inserting two then three fingers in and out of her tunnel with her other hand. Her juices are dripping down her hand, and I can’t stand here not a minute more and just watch. Nope, not going to happen! This shit has my man at full attention. That’s when I join her, licking the rest of that sticky milk off her fingers, and stealing a few deep kisses in the process. Damn, she tastes so good!
Laying her down on her back, I kneel between her legs, pulling her towards me so we are almost touching, before spreading her legs wider, granting me enough access to that pound cake. I start rubbing the head of my dick up and down her opening, smearing it with her juices, before slowly sliding my pipe into her. She is so wet, it slides right on up in that shit, allowing my balls to rest on her round ass. Home sweet home!
We start off in the missionary position, but a brother like me can’t stand normal ass, so I go on to the next shit. Without taking my dick out of her, I start fucking her at every angle, until she is nice and wet. Now that she’s leaking the way I like it, I kneel down a little and straddle her left leg as I turned her on her left side. Her leg is bent around the side of my waist, giving me pounding room, as I penetrate her deeper and deeper using my fingers to play with her clit. She is on the brink of an orgasm, so I remove my dick from her, replace it with my mouth, and bury my face in her sweet pussy, sucking that shit and allowing the knuckle of my index finger on my free hand to trail behind my tongue. That shit causes Tavia’s body to tremble and jerk as if she is having a seizure. I love every minute of it. As she tries to pull away from me and run, I chase her and that orgasm by grabbing hold of her legs to hold her in place so she can ride the wave. Pure ecstasy! The only way I like to give it.
“Oh my God, BK! You can’t keep doing me like this,” she says, out of breath before passing out.
That’s right I knocked her out with one shot for the rest of the night. “What’s my muthafuckin name?” I say, gloating to myself.
Chapter Thirty-Four ~ Bernard’s Agenda
Life sometimes has its own agenda and unfolds in unpredictable ways.
— Author Unknown
Everyone knows Nae is all kinds of fucked-up, but I have a hard time believing she would deliberately cut her own brake line to get at my boy D, or Tae for that matter. She drove the car all the way to his place, so something ain’t adding up right. I know when I spoke to her about it she was crying and snotting all over the place—definitely not the hard bitch she portrays herself to be, that’s for sure. Honestly, I like both sides of her, but it won’t stop me from putting a bullet in her if she had anything to do with this shit.
Lately, I have to remind myself I’m a police officer; with this shit right here, I’ve been on some homicide-executioner-type shit. I don’t care who has to get hurt. All I know is someone will pay for what happened to my boy, and I put that on everything I love. However, when I think about it, I know there are some advantages of being in this position if something has to go down, so I have no worries. Being on modified duty affords me the opportunity to gather all the information I need as it comes in and before anything goes out.
I was able to run Braxton Kirkland’s plates, allowing me to find out some information on him. His dumb ass left the parking garage with Tae, not thinking about the cameras, it appears; it just makes my job that much easier. He resides in the Bronx and is married to a Sharon Braxton, but she has a Jersey address. Whatever fucked-up situation they have going on doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. All I know is I will be paying both their asses a not-so-friendly visit. But not until tomorrow; tonight, my dick has an appointment with Nae’s pussy.
It appears Nae didn’t get the memo about my appointment, showing up here in sweats, with swollen eyes and a grief-stricken face. ‘Not again,’ I think.
“Hey, Nard, I hope you have some news for me on Tae. I hope she’s okay,” she spits without taking a breath.
“You know good and well I can’t discuss this case with you, Nae. One, because D was in your car, and two, being that I am so close to the situation, I have to wait for answers just like you do,” I say, partially lying.
“That’s just great,” she says, disappointed. “What do we do now?”
“I’m glad you asked,” I say, unzipping my trousers.
“You can’t be serious!” she spits as she rises to her feet and walks out the fucking door.
“Dumb bitch!”
Chapter Thirty-Five ~ Nariah vs. Karma
How people treat you is their Karma. How you react is yours.
— Wayne Dyer
Nard must be out of his rabbit-ass mind. I can’t believe he was trying to have sex when my girl is missing and his boy is fighting for his life. What kind of sick-ass mess is that? I’m not even attracted to him like that. There is only one person who can take my mind off things and that conversation would more than likely end up with us making love.
Love? Did I just say that? Can it be I am falling for Mahogany? Now that I think about it, she has been on my mind quite often and I love the time we spend together. It’s not just a creep or something to do; I really enjoy her. She is genuine and only wants what’s best for me, unlike the rest of these characters I’ve been dealing with.
I can use a friend tonight, too. I think I’ll go on ahead and give my hot cocoa mix a call. Who would have thought, the moment I finally start to really feel for or fall for someone, it would be with another female? You couldn’t have paid me money to make me believe I would have this type of feelings for another person—let alone a woman. The only other chick I’ve really kicked it with or could even tolerate being around is my girl Tae, but she is more like a sister than anything else. Other than that, I’m good on these broads, except for my mahogany weakness.
“Hey, Mahogany,” I said, excited when she answers the phone.
“Hey there, sweetness, how are you? Is everything all right?” she questions.
“No, not really. I went over to Nard’s house to see if he had any information on Tae, and that piece of shit thought I came to ride his dick down the block or something.”
“Wait a minute; calm down, Nae. Who is Nard? You’ve never mentioned him to me.”
“My apologies; I’m just rambling on and on. Nard is Darnell’s partner.”
“Partner? So Darnell is openly gay or bisexual, and Tae is completely fine with this?”
“No,” I reply, bursting out in laughter. “They are police officers, friends, and partners on the police force.”
“Is that right,” she says.
“Yes, it is. Why do you know him or something?”
“No, I don’t. I was just thinking he should have all the ins and outs of the case. So you mean to tell me he didn’t give you any answers?”
“No, his nasty ass just wanted to fuck. But enough about him; I sure could use some company tonight if you’re in the mood and up for a little Nae time.”
“Give me about thirty minutes and I’ll be over, sweetness,” she replies before disconnecting the call.
“It seems like I just hung up the phone. I can’t believe it’s been a half hour already,” I say to myself as my sugar cane walks through the door.
All of this time we’ve been hanging out, I’ve never tasted her chocolate pudding. She has always been the giver and I have been the receiver. Primarily, because I don’t do the licky-licky. However, today we will trade places; tonight I plan on becoming a chocolatarian.
“Hey there, sunshine, tonight it’s all about you. I want to please you the same way you please me,” I say, licki
ng my lips.
“That’s so sweet of you, sweetness, but I’m not in the mood tonight. Can we just talk or watch a movie? I have a lot on my mind,” she replied.
This can’t be karma. I walked out on Nard and now Mahogany’s turning me down. What the hell is going on with her? No one’s never turned me down before. I don’t know how to handle this. Maybe I am being a little selfish. I never asked how she’s doing or what she has going on; it’s always about me and my drama, day after day. So a movie it is, even though I am horny as hell. I should have taken Nard up on his offer; no, better yet, I will finally make it my business to return Walter’s calls when our movie night is over. He has a lot of making up to do.
Chapter Thirty-Six ~ Latavia Is Fed Up
You’ve hurt me one too many times and I promised myself
I won’t let you do it again.
— Mia Lugo
BK is an amazing man; he cooks, cleans, and caters to me. I mean that man can cook his hind parts off. ‘They say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach; well, it must work for women also because I’m hooked,’ I think as I drift off to sleep.
‘I can’t take it anymore. He has to stop doing this to me. Mommy went back to working nights and he has been in my room every night since. I’m starting to think he is sick or has some sort of illness. I don’t understand why he would want to keep doing this every night to his only daughter,’ I think as fresh tears run down my face. It’s to the point now where he comes in my room even while mommy is home asleep and keeps his hands over my mouth or punches me in the back of my head if I try to scream or make a loud noise. The monster says I am not supposed to ever enjoy sex, so if I’m not crying to myself, he shouldn’t hear a sound out of me.
I really don’t sleep at night anymore. I know as soon as the clock strikes midnight, he will be in here. It’s eleven-fifty now; I’m hoping if I lie here and pretend to be asleep, he will change his mind and leave me alone.