by Elbie Dee
The Love Went Somewhere
THE SPINOFF: WHERE DID THE LOVE GO
Elbie Dee
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
One Year Later
Also by Elbie Dee
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Copyright 2020 Elbie Dee
All rights reserved. No part of this material may be used in any manner without written permission from the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Prologue
Bayleigh & Ocho
Ocho had awoken when daybreak turned to dusk after he was drugged into fucking Zaiya. To keep from killing her out of agony, he stormed out of the house after almost choking her to death. Once he was in his Audi, he sped from the complex with nothing but memories of his childhood on his mind. Swearing to himself that he’d never allow his anger to put his hands on a woman, he grew disappointed in himself for agreeing to meet with his ex, Zaiya, to begin with.
“Hold the fuck up,” Ocho said aloud, as he sped through Downtown Miami heading to his place from Zaiya’s.
If his day hadn’t already been eventful, something caught the corner of his eye as he cruised the busy, downtown main road. Once he focused his vision, it was clear there was a woman he recognized running along the sidewalk. Fear took over him. The woman he went to go check on in the hospital could have, very much so, been in trouble again.
After Bayleigh’s attack surfaced a topic in the local news, he desired to get an explanation as to why she was running. Needless to say, he wasn’t even aware that she had been discharged from the hospital. Quickly, he parallel parked his luxury vehicle in an empty space along the curb, before powering off his vehicle and jumping out.
“Hey!” he yelled.
His deep tone caused the few heads to turn that accompanied the sidewalk, with the exception of the person of which it was intended. Bayleigh kept her focus in front of her without inching to look back. Realizing she may have thought the voice of the attacker was behind her, Ocho decided to take flight after her.
With him being an athletic trainer, he was able to catch up to her in less than a minute. Once he caught up, he grabbed her by the arm, causing her to stop in her tracks and glare into his eyes. Beautiful was an understatement. It was the first time he was able to see her face to face, and not a half of a mile away or on a television screen.
“Who the fuck are you!?” Bayleigh yelled, snapping Ocho from admiration with the ear-piercing screech.
“I’m Ocho,” he replied, before shifting her body from the pathway, and leading Bayleigh until they were leaning against the brick building out of traffic’s way.
“Let me go!” Bayleigh demanded as she tried squirming her arm from Ocho’s tight hold.
“Stop it!” Ocho voiced in a low, but harsh, tone which sounded like it came from the pit of his stomach. “Were you made aware that I tried visiting you in the fucking hospital?”
Releasing herself from trying to flee from Ocho’s touch, Bayleigh released the tension in her body. Her arm went limp and fell to her side, as Ocho slowly released his hand from around her. For a moment, all she could do is stare at him. Just as Neakah made her aware, he was a fine man. Normally, he wasn’t the type she’d go for with his toffee skin tone and bushy, but clean shaped beard, but her hormones were surely fluttering in awe for the man.
“I heard about you,” Bayleigh confessed while drifting off into his dark brown eyes before asking, “But again, what do you want from me?”
“I don’t know. There’s something about you I can’t shake. Obviously, you’re beautiful, but I don’t feel that’s all,” Ocho stated.
“Well, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Let’s leave it there,” Bayleigh said, once the shakes and quivers started to kick back in.
She had forgotten about her mission to feed her drug habit upon being united with Ocho. Once she was introduced with who the man was, she snapped out of desires and refocused herself on her addiction.
Attempting to take off, she was able to take three steps before Ocho grabbed her forcefully by the arm again. This time, he pushed her body against the brick building. With his blood still boiling from what happened at Zaiya’s, he wasn’t in the mood to play any more games… nor let a potential show stopper keep ruining her life.
“You’re coming with me,” he voiced, after hunching his back enough to stare directly in her eyes.
“Hel-,” Bayleigh tried to scream for help, but was silenced with Ocho’s left hand covering her mouth.
“I’ll kill you if you run from me,” he promised.
Afraid, Bayleigh nodded her head as her eyes widened and looked as if they were going to pop out of the socket. Once Ocho was able to confirm she wasn’t going to run, or cause a scene, he dropped both of his hands from straining her. Instead, he intertwined his fingers with hers, and directed her along the sidewalk toward his vehicle.
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Chris & Zaiya
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Zaiya quickly threw on a long, grey t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts, before sliding her feet into her Rainbow slides. Chasing after Ocho, she jetted to the front door of her townhouse with the key closed tightly in her hand. It had been at least three minutes since he had left, and she knew finding him would be almost impossible. She didn’t care.
Not only did he threaten her life, but she was still madly in love with him; she wasn’t giving up easily. After starting the ignition to her burgundy colored, 2017 Jeep Cherokee, Zaiya floored the gas pedal… driving straight from her parking spot.
“Fuck!” she yelled aloud in her vehicle when she thought she had lost bases with Ocho.
Instead of turning around and going back home, she decided to follow her instinct and continue on her journey. It wasn’t until she made it to the center of downtown when she passed what looked to be Ocho’s vehicle. The shine on his Audi couldn’t be missed, especially in the dark night. The moonlight mixed with the street lights allowed his clean vehicle to create its own light.
Since traffic was light, she was able to hook a U-turn in the middle of the street. Parking parallelly on the opposite side of the street to Ocho’s Audi, she quickly placed her gear into park and fled from her Jeep… leaving her engine running.
“You don’t want me over a patient who was in the hospital for be attacked after she gave her pussy up!? A drug addicted hoe at that!” Zaiya screamed, after she met Ocho and Bayleigh on the opposite side of his vehicle as the pair approached.
“Trust me bitch! I don’t want h-,” Bayleigh began to defend herself, but was interrupted by Ocho once he placed his palm around her mouth.
After opening the back door to his Audi, he struggled to shove Bayleigh’s resistant body into the rear end of his vehicle. Knowing the child safety lock was active, he figured the chances of her escaping from the back seat were on the lower end. Tussling with her for a few minutes as Zaiya watched, he finally gave her a good shove, leaving her body to fall inside before he
slammed the door shut.
“Excuse me!” Ocho spat in Zaiya’s face once he walked around to the driver’s side door, where Zaiya stood on the concrete of the street.
Without wishing to believe what she was witnessing, she stood frozen without a knock in her soul. Instead, she was confused as to what Bayleigh had over her. Once the jealousy began to form, she was too late. Ocho slammed his door shut and sped off… leaving a cloud of dust at her feet.
“No!” she cried hysterically, as her hands dropped to her knees, leaving her back in an arched position.
She wanted Ocho again. Shocked by the use of force to get Bayleigh all to himself, her emotions were mixed with rage and disappointment. It wasn’t her mission to cause a scene in the middle of the street, but her cries echoed with the wind. As her trembles carried with the wind blowing through the palm trees that separated the sidewalk from the street, she caught the attention of Chris.
“Hey, hey! Come over here with me,” Chris stated, after he ran to Zaiya before latching onto one of her arms and placing the other around her waist. Guiding her to the sidewalk, the two made it out away from oncoming traffic.
“He chose her!” Zaiya made Chris aware of what had just happened, although he was a complete stranger to her.
“It’s okay. You’re beautiful and you’ll find someone else,” Chris tried calming Zaiya as the two were causing heads to turn to those who passed them. He was in the process of dealing with his own emotions, but he was able to control them better than Zaiya.
“But it was the prostitute!” Zaiya screamed, causing Chris to raise a brow.
“Who?” Chris asked after cuffing his hands underneath each of Zaiya’s elbows and lifting her body until her knees were locked.
“The one that just got out of the hospital,” she informed him.
Needing to be sure he was thinking of the same person she was describing, he asked for the name. Bayleigh, Zaiya told Chris the name she remembered seeing on the reports at the hospital when she was in care of Bayleigh. Confirming his suspicions, Chris’ heart stiffened as he thought about the reason he was walking the downtown streets in the first place.
Fate is what it seemed to be as the Chris and Zaiya stood together, yearning for their former lovers. Commonly, the both of them desired for their exes without receiving the same in return. After memorizing about Bayleigh, Chris caught an idea.
“Why don’t we get away from here,” he suggested to Zaiya. Surprisingly, she accepted.
“My Jeep is running. Why don’t you ride with me,” she managed to let creep from her voice box in between each sniffle.
“Sounds good,” Chris replied.
Since he had parked a block away and had his alarm activated, he wasn’t worried about leaving his vehicle. Slowly, the tired pair walked across the street once traffic was clear. Walking over to the passenger’s side and hopping in, Chris opened the driver’s side door and hopped behind the wheel. He didn’t question it. Zaiya was probably feeling her emotions hit her ten times worst then he was… and he understood. After placing the gear into drive, Chris crept from the parking space before heading toward the place he and his roommate, Xavior, shared together.
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Bayleigh
“So you’re just gonna kidnap me?” I asked with my arms folded, as I sat in the back seat, diagonal from the driver.
“I’m helping you.”
“You fucking kidnapped me! How is that helping!” I screamed after jumping from my seat in the back, to in between the passenger and driver’s seat.
Skirrrt!
My body was forced back after the man slammed on the brake pedal. The speed of the vehicle went from forty-five miles-per-hour to nothing within the blink of an eye. Shocked, I relaxed spine onto the leather seat and stared in his direction, not knowing what to expect next.
“I said I’m helping you. Now sit back there and shut the fuck up,” his deep grey eyes sparked a flame at me, after he twisted his head back and spoke in a calm tone.
Realizing there wasn’t a way for me to get out of it, I folded my arms again and scooted back to my original seat. Once he confirmed my comply, he placed his foot on the gas pedal before the speed of the vehicle started to increase again.
I stared out of the tinted window. Directly from the outside, my past life stared back at me. Back then, kidnappings and attacks didn’t happen to me. If it had, I would have at least had a phone, or someone with me to witness. Losing everything and everyone didn’t cross my mind until I was placed in yet, another situation I had no control over.
My crossed arms laid in my lap before my hands began to slide down my forearms. Stopping an inch away from my wrists, my quarter-of-an-inch long nails pinched at my skin. With my teeth, I grabbed the lining on the inside of my mouth and nibbled.
Sssh! I hissed once deep scratches to the flesh formed on my forearms from me scratching.
“Don’t hurt yourself back there,” the driver stated once he heard air suck through my teeth.
“It looks like you have money. Why don’t you buy me a bag so I can release this itch? Since you wanna kidnap me and shit,” I suggested.
Instead of replying to me, I heard nothing but the cool air blowing from the vent as he kept his focus toward the road. Distracting me from holding my stare, I noticed we were pulling into the driveway of a two-story home out of the corner of my eye.
Remaining silent, the man, who hadn’t informed me of his name, pulled into the garage once he activated the door to lift. I turned back and looked out of the back window to notice the garage door sliding back to its closed position.
Once the vibration from the door hitting the concrete informed us both that the door was secure, he unfastened his seatbelt. After lifting himself from the seat and getting out, he tugged on the handle of the rear door that was closest to where he stood.
“Get out,” he demanded. Admittingly, his deep, smooth tone almost made me want to…even with the circumstances I was placed in.
Scooting my ass across the seat until I was met with the opened door, I placed a foot on the concrete outside of the vehicle. Twisting my body, and joining my feet together, I pushed myself from the seat and hopped out. He calmly closed the door after I slid back a few inches.
Without saying a word, he held an open-faced palm after stretching his arm to his side. Choosing not to fight with him anymore, and after rolling my eyes directly toward his, I led the way to the interior steel door. Once I was met with the three-stair plywood platform at the lower end of the door, I turned around to face him. It wasn’t necessary to say a word; he knew what I was getting at.
He took his eyes away from my ass when I turned around. Without wishing to appear as obvious as he already did, he stepped to the second stair on the platform. After grabbing his key from the dark wash, Levi jeans, he inserted the carbon steel key into the lock. Turning the key and handle mutually, he pushed the door open.
“You go first,” he suggested, as I kept my stance on the cement.
“Whatever,” I voiced before placing my right foot on the bottom stair.
A whiff of Dior cologne grazed the ledge of my nostrils, as I let myself on to the stair his feet kept a glue to. Catching me off guard, I paused before turning my direction at him. My eyes shot below his belt buckle and wandered upward; past his tight abdomen and from right to left admiring his chest muscles, which left an indent in his t-shirt. Savage was tattooed across his Adams apple in small, capital letters. His goatee was clean, with a set of lavender pigmented, oval lips in the center of it. Grazing past his Nubian nose, I was met with his glossy grey eyes.
“See something you like?” he questioned before sliding in a soft, side smirk.
Without wanting to admit to the kidnapper that he was the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on, I shot a side smirk back at him, while squinting my eyes and snapping my neck to the side. Rolling my neck to focus my vision toward the interior door, I stepped onto the next step before allowing myself inside
of his home.
“Can you at least tell me your name?” I asked, after he joined me inside, and both stood in the kitchen of his home.
“Not yet,” he replied.
“What the fuck do you mean, not yet?”
The confusion which appeared on my face before he continued through the kitchen, turned vocal as I followed behind him. He had me trapped in his home and wasn’t wishing to tell me his name? Truthfully, it wouldn’t bother me if he replied with false information; I couldn’t keep referring to him as mystery man.
Remaining silent, he kept his stride. Touring my surroundings as I followed, we entered the living room from the kitchen. Based on the mahogany wooden, antique furniture and vacuumed pattern forming upon his beige carpet, the area wasn’t for sitting. Limiting the décor on the walls with two pictures and a few plaques, it was obvious the room was for showcase.
“Go ahead,” he instructed after turning the knob to the door, which was paneled into the wall on the furthest end of the living room.
Without putting up a fight, I huffed before walking to the other side of the door. After letting myself down the beige, carpeted step, I inched a few steps forward. I turned around and noticed him entering before he closed the door behind him. The room we entered looked to be a den based on the sectional, coffee table and eighty-five-inch Sony flat screen which took up most of the wall space.
“Go take a shower,” he demanded as he pointed in the direction behind where I stood.
“I don’t have clothes,” I admitted after I turned around and noticed an opened door, leading to a bathroom.
