by Silk White
The Teflon Queen PT 2
A Novel by Silk White
Editor: Kesha Buckhana
Cover design: Davida Baldwin
Typesetter: Harriet Wilson
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Copyright ©2013 by Silk White
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Acknowledgements
To you reading this right now. Thank you for stepping inside the bookstore, stopping by the library, or downloading a copy of The Teflon Queen 2. I hope you have enjoyed this read from top to bottom. My goal is to get better and better with each story. I want to thank everyone for all their love and support. It is definitely appreciated! Now without further ado ladies and gentleman, I give you “The Teflon Queen 2”. ENJOY!!!
Chapter 1
“Shit,” Angela cursed as she desperately tried to reach her gun that lay on the other side of the car on the floor. The more she tried to reach the gun, the closer she could feel The White Shadow closing in on her. She tried to unbuckle her seatbelt, but the lock seemed to be jammed. Angela quickly flicked out the knife on her wristband as she looked up and saw The White Shadow quickly approaching. She cut the straps from the seatbelt off and scrambled on the floor searching for her gun. Angela knew all about The White Shadow and what he was capable of so she knew time wasn’t on her side.
The White Shadow took hurried steps toward Angela’s car. He was paid to take Angela out and there was no way he was going to let her out of his sight. It was no way he was going to take it easy on her because she was a woman and it was definitely no way he was going to not fulfill his contract. Just as he approached Angela’s car, he stopped in mid-stride when he heard a deep voice yell freeze from behind him. The White Shadow slowly turned around and before him stood an overweight gray haired officer. A smirk danced on his lips as he lowered his weapon. When The White Shadow came back up, he quickly tossed a throwing knife in the center of the cop’s throat as if he was throwing a dart. The White Shadow bent down and picked up his gun off the ground as he watched the officer gurgle and choke on his own blood. He smiled as he turned back towards Angela’s car. “The Teflon Queen…Yeah Right!” He thought as he snatched open the driver side door…Empty! The White Shadow snapped his head over to the left and saw Angela on the other side of the highway running away with a slight limp. Without thinking twice, The White Shadow gave chase. He had Angela in his site and it was no way he was going to let her escape. He quickly took off in a full sprint chasing after Angela.
“Oh my God,” Angela huffed. The car crash had bruised or cracked one of her ribs making it hard and painful every time she took a breath. This was the closest to death she had come in her entire life. The hunter had now become the hunted. Angela limped down the muddy hill moving as fast as she could. She was moving at a decent pace, but it wasn’t her maximum speed. She had injured her ribs and hip in the car crash, but the stakes were too high for her to stop running. Angela pushed through the pain as she hurried up the steps leading to the train station. She jetted up the steps, looked back and saw The White Shadow not too far behind. Angela reached the top of the stairs and took off quickly. She quickly cleared the turnstile not bothering to pay the fare it cost to ride the train. The only thing on her mind at that moment was staying alive and making it to see another day.
“Hey ma’am, come back and pay your fare!” An officer who stood in the cut yelled removing his nightstick from his belt. All day he had been waiting for someone to give him a reason to act like an asshole and now was his chance. Just as the officer got ready to go after Angela, he saw a white male in an expensive tailored suit hop over the turnstile right behind her. “Excuse me sir!” The officer yelled roughly grabbing the white man’s shoulder. The White Shadow quickly spun around and effortlessly snapped the officer’s wrist in the same motion. With his other hand he forcefully jammed his gun in the officer’s chest and pulled the trigger three times. He didn’t even wait around to watch the officer’s body hit the floor.
Angela’s body flinched a little when she heard the three loud shots ring out. She quickly back peddled over behind a thick iron pole trying to hide and blend in with the rest of the commuters.
Commuters were lined up on the platform in single file as the train pulled in making a loud screeching and rattling noise. The White Shadow finally made it downstairs to the platform just as the train pulled into the station. He watched as people fought to exit and enter the train. There were so many people moving around all at the same time that it made it damn near impossible for The White Shadow to possibly spot the Teflon Queen.
“Stand clear of the closing doors.” The White Shadow heard the automotive voice announce through the trains speaker. He only had a split second to decide on whether or not he was going to board the train. After a brief second, The White Shadow quickly slid onto the train just as the doors closed.
The White Shadow flexed his fingers inside his black leather gloves and pulled his Berretta from his holster just as the train pulled away from the station. His gut told him that the Teflon Queen was somewhere on the train and he wasn’t going to stop until he tracked her down… The hunt had officially begun.
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Agent James Carter flew down the street in his car with the siren blasting. He still couldn’t believe how Angela had played him for a fool and then turned around and tried to kill him. Part of him still loved Angela while the other part of him hated her and wanted to kill her for deceiving him. When James Carter looked in Angela’s eyes right before the mystery man in the suit and black gloves busted into the house, all he saw in Angela’s eyes was love, but now all that love had went straight out the window. Angela was now a wanted woman and it was Agent Carter’s job to bring in the Teflon Queen; dead or alive. As James Carter flew down the street looking for action, he heard over his Walkie Talkie that shots had been fired and an officer was down at the train station that stood right on the next block. James Carter hit a quick U-turn as he heard the train pass over his head.
“I bet Angela’s on that train,” he said out loud as he gunned the engine trying to make it to the next stop before the train did.
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The White Shadow quickly scanned the train looking for any signs of security or police officers. After a quick observation, he moved on with his mission. Hustlers squeezed by and moved back and forth announcing the different products that they were selling for a small fee. The train was packed. Everyone held overhead rails and backs of seats to maint
ain balance. Each and every time the train jerked, it threw passengers into each other. Another woman stood at the other end of the train doing a couple of the latest dance moves for donations. The White Shadow walked past and rudely pushed the lady doing the stupid dance moves out of his was as he quickly stepped out of one cart and moved to the next cart while the train was still in motion. The next cart was even more crowded than the previous one. The carriage whined and pitched along the tracks causing all the passengers to sway and rock with the train’s momentum. The White Shadow pushed people aside and passed by children whining to their parents and men who were coughing like they had the flu. He kept an angry, serious look on his face as he headed down the aisle of the crowded train. As The White Shadow moved throughout the carriage, he saw the expression on the faces of the passengers change like night changed to day. With abrupt silence, the crowd tensed. Some of the passengers ducked while others moved away as if a pit-bull was on the loose. They were all terrified and fixated on something behind him. The White Shadow prepared to turn around, but a silenced gun being pressed to the back of his head changed his plans.
“Move and I’ll blow your head off!” Angela growled in The White Shadow’s ear. “Slowly and I mean slowly drop your weapon down to the floor!”
The White Shadow didn’t reply, instead he did just as he was told.
“Kick it!”
“Huh?”
“I said kick it,” Angela repeated as she watched The White Shadow kick the gun a few feet away. The gun wind milled on the floor a few times before quickly coming to a stop next to a woman’s feet. Most of the passengers yelled like they were trapped on board the Titanic as it was sinking. Others ran away from the two as if their bodies had been strapped with C-4. “Who sent you?” Angela’s voice was firm and deadly.
“You already know who sent me Number 2,” The White Shadow replied. “You might as well shoot me now,” he said in a voice too calm for Angela’s liking.
“Oh don’t worry, you only have a couple of more minutes left to live, but first I got some questions that need answering.” More yells came from the terrified commuters. Angela could tell that they were all praying for the train to hurry up and arrive at the next stop.
“Where can I find Mr. Biggz?”
“Shoot me,” was The White Shadow’s response.
“You think I’m playing with you?” Angela snarled through clenched teeth.
“Shoot me!” In a quick motion The White Shadow spun around and grabbed the barrel of Angela’s .380. The gun discharged, but not before he moved himself out of the line of fire. The bullet ripped through The White Shadow’s shoulder. The gunshot wound didn’t faze or affect him. Actually it motivated him even more to stay alive. The White Shadow and Angela struggled and fought for possession of the gun. A vicious battle that neither one wanted to come away the loser of. The gun discharged several more times. Two of the shots hit innocent bystanders, killing them instantly. Screams on top of screams erupted as several commuters scrambled to get out of harm’s way. As the two continued to struggle, The White Shadow bent Angela’s arm back at the elbow until she finally released the firearm. The White Shadow quickly sprung at Angela and she greeted him with a kick to the gut that took him down to one knee. She quickly grabbed the back of his head and tried to crush The White Shadow’s nose in with her knee, but her attempt was blocked. The White Shadow scooped Angela up into the air and tried to forcefully slam her down to the floor, but Angela hung on for dear life as she maneuvered in mid-air and trapped The White Shadow’s head and neck in a scissor lock with her legs that quickly took him down to the floor. Angela shot back up to her feet and took off.
The White Shadow snatched his back up 9mm from out of his ankle holster, but by the time he had balance and a steady aim, Angela had escaped into the next car. She fled through the crowd just as the train was slowing down as it approached the next stop.
Angela ducked down as two loud thunderous shots hit and shattered a window on the train right next to her head. Angela slipped her backup .380 out of its holster and prepared to do battle with the assassin known as The White Shadow. Angela tripped over an older lady that was lying on the floor trying to escape getting killed by all the other passengers that scrambled for their lives once the sound of gun fire erupted throughout the train. Angela crawled over several bodies as she felt the train come to a stop. The doors on the train opened and passengers ran out yelling and screaming as if the train was on fire. Angela stormed out the door, but quickly came to a complete stop when she saw James Carter standing in front of her with his .45 aimed at the middle of her forehead. The thought of pulling the trigger ran through James’ mind several times. Just as he built up the courage, he spotted the mystery man about to exit the train.
“Get down!” James yelled. Angela hit the deck and James opened fire. The White Shadow quickly turned to the side behind the body of the train. He stuck his 9mm back down in its holster as he heard bullets bouncing off the train making loud pinging noises. He reloaded his gun then sprung from around the corner ready to open fire, but James was gone.
James could tell from how the man moved that he was a professional. Now he had to find out why this man was after Angela. He didn’t know what she was into, but whatever it was it had to be something serious.
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Angela ran out into the middle of the street and put her hand out as if she had powers to stop cars. A yellow cab came to a screeching halt inches away from Angela’s feet. She quickly hopped in the backseat and jammed her gun in the back of the cab driver’s neck. “Drive!” Her voice was stern and held a no-nonsense tone. The cab driver thought about it in his head for a few seconds and then placed the gear in drive and pulled off.
“Ummmm…where to Ma’am?” The cab driver murmured softly with a look of fear and nervousness etched across his face.
“Just shut up and drive,” Angela barked.
James ran out into the middle of the street and watched as the yellow cab took off.
Angela turned around and locked eyes with James. The look in her eyes told James that she was sorry and never meant for any of this to happen. The yellow cab disappeared around the corner as two loud gunshots brought James back to reality.
James Carter slowly made his way down the train station steps and saw two police officers sprawled out dead on the platform. A small crowd surrounded the two dead bodies. Some of the people were taking pictures and recording the whole incident with their smart phones while others just looked on in shock. There were a few people who screamed and yelled at the top of their lungs turning the situation from bad to worse.
When James reached the crowd, he saw several witnesses pointing in the direction of the dark tunnel. “Aw shit,” James mumbled. His job was to take down this crazy killer and try to keep innocent people out of harm’s way all at the same time. The last thing he wanted to do was to be down in a dark rat infested tunnel going head up with a professional assassin, but what other choice did he have?
“Here we go,” James said to himself. He quickly removed the magazine from his .45 and replaced it with a fresh one. He hopped down onto the train tracks and called for backup. He held his .45 in one hand and a flashlight in his other hand as he went after the man in the tailored suit.
The tunnel was darker than James would have ever expected. The flashlight he held had little to no affect on the darkness. He took cautious steps as he walked through the dark tunnel. He wasn’t sure what might jump out at him. With each step he took, James could feel rodents and other creatures crawl and run across his feet and in his path. The further James entered the tunnel, the more noises he heard. Every little sound caused him to turn and aim his weapon in the direction of the noise. To say that James was nervous and scared would be an understatement. He held a firm grip on his firearm. Beads of sweat covered James forehead and face as he followed the beam from his flashlight. A sudden noise caused James to aim his gun and flashlight in the direction that the noise came f
rom. The beam from his flashlight landed on a rat that was the size of a raccoon.
In the rats mouth was an empty jumbo size potato chip bag. James breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he got ready to let his guard down, he heard footsteps not too far away from where he stood.
James Carter followed the sound of the footsteps until the footsteps came to an abrupt stop and all that could be heard was a deadly silence. James stopped, squinted his eyes, tried to see further into the darkness, tried to ascertain what lied ahead, weighed the pros and cons of the situation in his head in a matter of seconds, and each second that passed seemed like an eternity. James went to take a step, but froze in mid-stride when he noticed an infrared beam pointed at his foot. The red beam slowly inched its way up from James foot to his leg, his leg to his mid-section, and from his mid-section to his chest where it stopped. Before James could assess what was going on, two powerful blows exploded in his bullet proof vest dropping him off impact. James blinked twice before everything went black.
Twenty minutes later Agent James Carter sat getting checked on by a paramedic while he looked over Angela’s files. “The Teflon Queen,” he said out loud as he read over Angela’s history of violence. It was sad that after all the time he spent with Angela, he had no clue who she really was. The fact that he was living with the woman who is now on the top ten most wanted list didn’t sit too well with him or his boss. James Carter took a deep breath as he sat and pondered on how he was going to catch Angela. After reading Angela’s files, he now knew that she wasn’t the innocent little sweet girl she portrayed herself to be. Instead she was one of the top assassins in the world. What hurt James the most was the fact that he had put all of his trust into Angela and now he felt stupid; real stupid.
