She felt depleted and tense. The emotions of fear and guilt that she had buried resurfaced and rotated around inside of her. This was one of the demons she was fighting, which she just couldn’t seem to shake or get over. Baby hated feeling this way. It had been a long time and she wished everything could simply be normal. She missed being normal; rather, she missed what her normal used to be at one time. She missed her life. Baby was in a daze. Her eyes were open, but the image of her aunt entered her thoughts again. It almost brought a tear to her eyes, but she fought it. She had loved her aunt. And missed her. In fact, she was the only one who she felt truly believed in her and loved her, unconditionally.
Baby closed her eyes for a second time. She shook her head and tried to shake off the miserable feelings that were creeping in. She leaned her head back, letting the sun rest on her neck.
The sound of a loud car broke Baby’s trance. Her eyes shot open. She looked to see a black Hyundai Genesis with tinted windows pulling up behind her. The sight of the vehicle not only helped, but also forced Baby to shake off the unwanted feelings. The vehicle leisurely rolled into the empty parking space. The music that could be heard from the inside nearly drowned out the sound of the tires crushing the rock-covered field. Baby pretended not to be scrutinizing its every move, but she got on point. She gradually hung the plastic bag on the handle of the bike.
The black Genesis rolled into the space right next to Baby’s bike. When the driver’s side door swung open Baby stepped back. She was ready for whatever. Her hand slid to her side, where her Glock was concealed. She watched out of her peripheral view as a black heel and patent leather shoe appeared from under the driver’s door. The five-inch heel was connected to a cocoa brown leg. Once the owner of the patent leather shoe finally appeared she stood behind the door of the Genesis.
Baby released the handle of her weapon and let her arm drop down to her side. Her facial expression changed at the sight of the woman. The vision of the girl had Baby stumped for a moment. She was beautiful, Baby thought. That familiar feeling made its way to the forefront of Baby’s mind. She tried to shake it but couldn’t. She was instantly attracted to the girl. Her attraction made her feel guilty. She had told Treacherous she was done and thought it was out of her system, but at that moment, Baby realized, it was not as easy as she thought to overcome her interest in the same sex.
She knew she should just hop on her bike and go, but something had her stuck. Instead, she stood there and studied the girl while she spoke with someone inside the car. Baby could hear the strong voice but could not see who the voice belonged to. Judging by the sound of the voice, Baby could tell it was another woman. She noticed that the girl had a weird look about her. She had eyes like a Filipino woman, but her lips and nose seemed to have come from a black woman from the backwoods of Alabama or North Carolina somewhere. She was shaped like one of them Dominican chicks you see at the strip club: thighs for days, enough ass to last you a lifetime, and breasts meant to be held gently.
“Damn,” Baby said aloud to no one.
The two made eye contact after the cocoa brown woman finished her conversation. Baby never broke her stare. The patent leather shoes made their way past her, and Baby never took her eyes off her thighs. Baby thought about following the girl into the store. She stopped herself when she heard the passenger side door open.
“Is there a problem?” the occupant spoke.
At first Baby couldn’t tell whether the person who was speaking to her was male or female. The fitted hat to the back, the wave scarf, and the big jeans all had her puzzled. It wasn’t until she spotted the breasts showing through the bright yellow polo shirt that Baby was able to determine the gender.
“Who you talkin’ to?” Baby asked.
“I’m talkin’ to you.”
“Yeah, okay.” Baby smiled as she stepped back toward her bike.
“Yeah, okay, what? That’s my fucking girl you eyein’ down like that, bruh.”
Baby debated whether to entertain or squash the potentially messy situation. She knew she could easily pull out her gun, brandish it, and the manly looking chick would duck back into her Hyundai. She knew it would be too risky and draw too much attention though. Besides that, how could she explain to Treacherous that she caught beef over some chick’s chick? Especially when she had no business even looking at the stud’s girlfriend in the first place.
“Look, no disrespect to you.” Baby decided to bow out gracefully. “I had no idea you were even in the car.” This was Baby’s attempt to squash things. The chick wasn’t having it. Her girl didn’t make matters any better. She reappeared from the store, and smiled in Baby’s direction, clueless to what was going on.
“What the fuck you smiling at that bitch for? Get your motherfuckin’ ass in the fuckin’ car. ’Fore I smack the shit out you.”
Baby once serious demeanor changed to an amused one. She laughed at the stud. She thought it was funny watching this girl act like a tough dude.
She watched as the girl moved as fast as she could to get back in the car.
“What the fuck you laughin’ at?” the stud barked.
That was all it took for Baby to return to herself. She was growing tired of the stud’s aggressiveness toward her. She was not one to back down or bow out of anything. She had given the stud her one courtesy and she had refused it.
“I’m laughing at you, motherfucka!” Baby boomed. The stud never saw Baby pull her Glock from her side. “Now get ya fat ass in the car with ya bitch and take her sexy ass home before I split that fitted hat and take her home with me,” Baby threatened. She couldn’t resist. She knew that would add insult to injury and that’s exactly what she wanted to convey. Hearing the stud talk to the girl like that struck a nerve in Baby. Baby couldn’t stand anything that remotely resembled abuse. She could see embarrassment all over the girl’s face and wanted to embarrass the stud in the same manner.
The look on the stud’s face was priceless to Baby. She stood stone-faced and watched the stud get in the car. The Genesis began to back up. Baby mounted her bike as the Genesis pulled off. She laughed again as the sun hit the tinted window just in time to see the girl in the passenger seat wink at her and smile. The whole scene put things in their proper perspective for Baby. She may have had thoughts about another woman, but she only wanted one person: a man. That man was Treacherous. All she needed now was to feel Treacherous touch her and everything would be okay.
Baby threw on her helmet. She fed fuel to the engine of her bike. Thank you, God, Baby looked up and said to herself in reference to the close call. She was thankful that the altercation had been defused peacefully. Aside from that, Baby was glad no one had seen her with her gun out and called the police. At least that’s what she believed . . .
Chapter Twenty-eight
A few days later . . .
“Richmond PD, Detective Bellini speaking.”
“Uh, yes. Hello?”
Neiko Bellini noticed the nervousness in the caller’s tone. He rolled his eyes into the back of his head and sighed. Another freakin’ prank caller. “Hey, buddy, you know you can be charged for playing on the phone,” Neiko Bellini informed the caller.
“Uh, yes, sir, I do.” The caller’s voice came across as leery and reluctant. “But this is not a fake call.” He let his words linger. “This is about the girl you guys are looking for.”
As soon as he heard it, there was no doubt in Neiko Bellini’s mind what girl the caller was referring to. But he had to be sure. “Girl?” he asked in a more inviting manner than previously. He didn’t want to scare the caller off. “What girl are you talking about, sir?”
The caller cleared his throat. “The one with the guy who’s on the paper you guys passed out a couple weeks ago.”
His heart began to pound up against his chest. “Are you sure?” he questioned the caller.
The caller went into his story about what he had witnessed. Neiko Bellini cut him off in midsentence. He grabbed hold of a piece
of paper and pencil. “Where are you located, sir?” He jotted down all of the information provided by the caller then read it back to him.
“Okay, sir. Someone will be in touch to do a follow-up. Thank you for your community service.” He hung up on the caller. His mind was racing like an Indy 500 winner. He knew this was the big break he needed. He was in the perfect position because he had information, information that came with a price. For years it had been the perfect arrangement. He had long ago stopped doing what he had been sworn in to do. Instead he made deals with the devil for monetary gain.
Something that was supposed to be a one-time thing had manifested into something bigger. It was a dangerous game but it was something he was willing to gamble on. Money was supposedly the root of all evil but this root had quickly grown into something much bigger. He believed this would be the piece of information that would set him and his family straight for life. He had come through in the past, but on nothing to this magnitude. This was the missing piece of a puzzle a few people had been working on putting together. He knew how valuable the piece of paper in front of him was. He pulled out his phone. The caller picked up on the first ring.
“I have something for you,” he spoke into the receiver. “We can discuss the value later; write this down,” he ended. After he had relayed the information over the phone, he balled up the piece of paper then shoved his phone back into his pocket. He lined up the piece of balled-up paper with the wastebasket. He cocked his wrist back in a basketball shooting position. Just as he was about to take his three-point shot, one of his colleagues popped his head up over his divider and broke his concentration. He spun around in his swivel chair to face the officer.
“The boss wants to see you,” the officer announced.
He grimaced. “Are you effin’ kidding me?”
The officer threw his hands up in a submissive manner. “Don’t shoot the messenger,” he joked before walking off.
“Psh!” He let out a gust of hot air. He could only imagine what his superior wanted with him. Whenever anyone was called into his office, it was never anything good. He glanced at his watch. It was just under ten minutes away from being his lunch break. What the hell does he want? he wondered as he gathered up his things. Whatever it was, he hoped it took less than ten minutes to find out.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Joshua Black lay back on the hotel suite’s sofa, enjoying the oral sex being performed on him by the Russian prostitute he had ordered, while he puffed on a Cuban cigar. The woman stroked his hardness as her tongue rotated around it in a circular motion. She peered up at him with seductive eyes. A devilish grin appeared across her face as she sucked on the head of Joshua Black’s dick like a lollipop. He looked down at the woman. Their eyes met. She toyed with him a little more, then took all of him into her mouth ferociously. He could feel her teeth scrape up against the side of his rod as her tongue pulsated on it. That turned Joshua Black on. He was into rough sex. He squirmed and moaned. He stared down at the blond wig bobbing up and down on him. She attacked his dick with conviction. He placed his cigar in the ashtray then grabbed hold of the side of the Russian woman’s face and gripped it. He pushed the woman’s head farther into his groin as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Joshua Black could feel her lips tightening around him as she took his mouth fucking.
The feeling drove him crazy. Joshua Black could feel that familiar feeling climbing. He arched his back and pressed the Russian woman’s headed firmly onto his cock. He could feel her trying to break free of his hold to no avail. Joshua Black rammed the Russian woman’s mouth vigorously until he had reached that point of no return. He continued with his thrusts as he exploded in her mouth. He could hear her gag occasionally. He released his hold of her head and lay back. To his surprise, the Russian stared up at him with a shit-eating grin plastered across her face. He watched as she soaked up any lingering sexual residue between his legs. Joshua Black’s dick jumped. It felt as if he was getting erect again. In his mind, he was already anticipating screwing the Russian prostitute’s brains out.
His thoughts were immediately drawn to the ringing phone in the case on his dangling belt. He reached down and grabbed hold of his phone. He pushed the Russian woman off to the side and answered the call. Before he could say hello, he was cut off. Joshua Black looked around until he found what he was looking for.
“Got it,” he chimed into the phone after he wrote the information down given to him.
Chapter Thirty
Arthur Love sat in his office at his desk drinking a cup of coffee. He was still trying to digest what he had just moments ago reviewed in the file in front of him. He didn’t know what to expect when he received the e-mail earlier from Andre Randle, with pertinent information that could affect the case with his daughter and Treacherous Freeman. He was thankful after Randle told him what lengths he had to go to in order to get what he had sent to him. He had also called in a favor and asked that Love be allowed to handle the situation in house rather than embarrassing his department by making a spectacle of the matter.
After reviewing the content of the file, he didn’t know if he wanted to handle the situation on a personal level, a professional one, or both. He and Andre Randle both had their suspicions and now all was confirmed. Now it all made sense to him. More than anything he wanted to bring his daughter and Treacherous to justice, but the right way. We took an oath, he thought as he took a sip from his mug. He wasn’t perfect, but there were things that a man wasn’t supposed to do and it appeared lines had been crossed and trust was in question. Arthur Love sat and contemplated his next move. His attention was drawn to the sound of a ringing phone. “Detective Love speaking.”
“Did you receive my file?”
“Yes, I got it,” Love replied. He wondered how Randle had obtained the information. He admired and respected his detective skills and appreciated his friendship. He never ceased to amaze him. His police work made Love realize just how slow Richmond was in comparison to the seven cities of Virginia.
“I know that it isn’t the news you wanted, but you needed to know,” Randle retorted.
“Absolutely.”
“The important thing is you have the information now. I’m headed over that way,” he informed Arthur Love. “We gotta move on this now. Meet me at the address I gave you.” He then ended with, “I’m with you, my friend.”
Arthur Love placed the receiver back on the base and immediately got angry. He looked down at the file again. He shook his head in total disbelief. This was saddening to him. The new revelation had him speechless. But one thing was for sure: he wasn’t going to pretend nothing was wrong or even attempt to downplay what was truly the problem. There was no doubt in his mind that the problem had to be dealt with. Arthur knew there had to be a major repercussion as a result.
Why? he questioned. He never understood why people chose the route they sometimes chose. Detective Love just wanted to know why. He’d been pretending all along that he was a team player, Arthur Love thought as he reflected on all that had transpired. That was half true, because he was a team player; he was just playing for the wrong team and could no longer be trusted, and as a result his integrity had been questioned. It was wrong on so many levels, thought Arthur Love. He tried to contain himself but his anger was getting the best of him. It felt as if the walls were closing in on him. Not sure if he was sweating because of anxiety or the hot joe in his mug, he was feeling delirious.
“You asked to see me, sir?” A head peeked in Arthur Love’s office, breaking his train of thought.
Arthur Love just sat there staring at the face in his doorway. “Yeah, come on in,” Arthur Love invited him.
“Actually, it’s my lunch. Can it wait until after? I’m starving.” There was a brief pause. “Or you could join me and we could head over to the deli and catch up and discuss whatever’s on your mind. Wouldn’t mind catching up on the case over a nice corned beef sandwich.” Neiko Bellini laughed.
Arthur Love let ou
t a light chuckle. “I’ll pass. But this’ll only take a few minutes,” Arthur Love declined the offer. “Come in and please close the door behind you,” he instructed Neiko Bellini as he took another swig of coffee. He peered up at Neiko over the top of the mug.
Neiko noticed the peculiar way Love was looking at him. For a split second an odd feeling swept through Neiko’s body as he entered Arthur Love’s office. Why the hell does he want to talk to me with the door closed, and why the hell is he looking at me over that damn cup? he wondered.
“Have a seat.” Arthur Love gestured.
“I’d rather stand,” Neiko opted. “I really am starving and this is almost my lunch break,” he reminded him. He looked at his watch as he spoke.
Arthur Love shook his head. “I never suspected you for the type.” He spoke with disgust.
“Huh? Type? Art, what are you talking about?” Neiko asked puzzled. A confused look appeared across his face.
Arthur scowled. He really thinks he’s smart and everybody else is dumb. “You can drop the act. The jig is up!” Love spoke as he shook his head. He was still in disbelief.
“You are not making much sense to me. I just wanted to grab a bite and you are talking in riddles.”
“It’s amazing that you can stand here and look at me as if everything is fine.”
“C’mon, man, what the fuck are you talking about?” Neiko became irate. He grew tiresome of Arthur Love beating around the bush. He had no clue what he was getting at.
Arthur Love’s eyes shifted from Neiko to his desk. He opened up the mail folder and slid the copy of the file he had printed out in Neiko Bellini’s direction. “I’m talking about this.”
Neiko’s eyes peered down at the open folder. The first line immediately caught his attention. A nervous feeling overcame him as he read the words: “Investigation on Officer Neiko Bellini.” His armpits began to moisten. Without having to look up, he knew Arthur Love was staring at him, waiting on a response or reaction. He did his best to conceal his nervousness before he attempted to speak. “This is bullshit!” he spat. “Why would—”
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