Tabitha just smiled and shook her head at her commanding officer and co-workers from her desk. She could see the action on the screen through the conference room’s window from her seat, and she secretly enjoyed watching Noeekwol fight.
As the final match began, just like in Noeekwol’s previous two matches, the ring official did his pre-fight checks and then gave him the okay to enter the cage. Noeekwol’s opponent was a monster that called himself the Viking, and to Tabitha, it looked like his only joy in life was to mangle the lesser men of the world. There was no way the officials could believe the man was a light heavyweight fighter. He looked every pound of his 250 pounds, which made him a heavyweight fighter. Tabitha knew this because she had looked up the pound amounts of each weight class as soon as she had seen the previews of the fighters.
She was on the edge of her seat watching as Noeekwol and the Viking rushed to the center of the ring and entered into an all-out slugfest. Now Tabitha understood why his face looked the way it did when she saw him at the station. Noeekwol was much faster than his opponent, so he was landing heavy fists, some of which had opened up cuts on the Viking’s face. But they both were bloody messes within minutes.
The Viking looked worse but still came on strong. When he could not take any more punishment, he grabbed Noeekwol and held on to him to get a little break. They stayed tied up until the bell ended the first round. That was when Tabitha received some information she had been waiting on via email.
She collected her things and left the station to get on with her job, leaving Sadd behind watching the rest of the match. He had been right about there being another Bondz son with a unique name. This one’s name was Beysik Bondz, and he was currently being held in the Racine County Jail on a petty marijuana possession charge. She knew the charge would not hold him there long, so she shot down there as quickly as she could. Tabitha was glad she made it before the Bondz family lawyer did and bailed him out while keeping him from talking like he had done with Noeekwol.
“What the fuck am I really being kept in here for?” Beysik demanded before he was seated at an interview table.
“You’re a detective, so don’t try and tell me it’s for them two funky-ass sacks of weed that I had on me.”
“You’re here with me for questioning. I don’t care what the county has on you,” Tabitha answered, pulling out the chair and sitting across from him.
“Questions? I got one for you! Where the fuck is my lawyer?”
“I’m sure someone is trying to reach him, Mr. Bondz. I just wanna talk.”
“What the fuck ever!” he growled. “Bitch, go do your muthafuckin’ job and get my damn lawyer!”
“Whoa, Bondz! There’s no reason for you to get belligerent with me. I don’t work here. I just came down here to talk to you about your whereabouts last night.”
“Yeah, I’ma have my lawyer sue all y’all asses for keeping me in here like this, with no outside contact, and after I clearly said I want my lawyer.”
“Who’s your lawyer? I’ll call him myself, because you’re right!” she said, doing her best to get Beysik to relax a little.
The detective knew she had to get him to trust her if she wanted to get any of her questions answered.
“Jake Sharps. I know they ain’t called him, because there’s no way he would let me sit here, especially for something so petty as having a little slut smoke.”
“I know Jake, and I’ll call him for you. Can you tell me where you were last night before your arrest?”
“Not without a lawyer.”
“Why? Do you have something to hide?” Tabitha leaned forward in her seat. “Look here, Bondz, I came all the way from Milwaukee to talk to you. So please drop the tough-guy crap. I don’t care about what they picked you up for or who you got it from!”
“Can I get some water?”
“Water?”
Tabitha got up and left the room. She could see Beysik was nervous about something, and it was not the weed he had been caught with. Tabitha found the break room and got a cold bottle of water and brought it back.
“See, Mr. Bondz, I do what I say. I told them to call Jake, and I got you your water.”
“Thanks, but you said you was gonna call him yourself,” he reminded her as he opened up the bottle and took a slurp.
“I did, and I got his voicemail, so I passed on his number and asked one of the other officers to keep trying to reach him for me,” she lied.
She did not call Jake Sharps herself, but she did pass his card to an officer, and she asked him to call Beysik’s attorney.
“Bondz, I’d like to see you out of here today, so let’s stop making this so damned hard. Just tell me what I wanna know, please.”
“What’s so important about last night?”
“Something I can put an even longer hold on you for, if we don’t have this conversation about where you were last night,” she retorted before she took a moment to study the young man across from her.
Beysik was a good-looking guy, Tabitha had to admit. Even though he was in his early twenties, she saw a bit of wisdom in his hazel-brown eyes. He wore his hair in long, thin, red-tipped dreads that he had tied back at the moment. He also wore a mean scowl on his clean-shaven face. The detective also took notice that he was dressed in top-designer-brand clothing. Everything he had on looked new. There was not even a scuff mark on his Gucci boots.
“I’ll say this. If you weren’t in Milwaukee, you don’t have anything to worry about from me.”
From the way Beysik was acting, Tabitha didn’t believe he knew about his parents, or he was a really good actor that missed his calling.
“I wasn’t in Milwaukee. I was in Chicago with a couple of broads. We were at a little sports bar watching my brother fight for the title. After that we came back up here and chilled. I spent the rest of the night at their crib. I was on my way back there from the gas station when I got pulled over and locked up.”
“Who are these broads you say you were with?”
“Shit, all I know is the one I was chilling with was named Nyte. I wasn’t into her friend like that,” he lied.
The truth was the girl named Nyte was his girl, and she was out breaking in a few new track whores for him and his dad. Beysik also knew that she knew what to say if anyone ever called her about him, so he was not worried.
“You’re telling me that you took two women out of state and back, and you don’t know anything else about them?”
“Hey, I was just trying to fuck the bitches, not love ‘em, so there ain’t no reason to get to know ‘em like that.”
“Do you remember the name of the sports bar?”
“Big Willie’s, I think. It was my first time there.”
“Is Noeekwol Bondz the brother you were watching fight on the TV at the sports bar last night?”
“Yeah, why you ask?”
“I watched his highlights earlier. He’s really good,” she honestly answered. “Okay, I got one more question. When was the last time you saw or talked to Markee? No, I’m sorry, Mercy and Felisha Bondz?”
“That’s my pops and mom, why?”
“Just answer the question, please.”
“I don’t fuck with my pops like that, so it’s been awhile,” he lied. “But I spoke to my mom yesterday afternoon—around one thirty or so. Now why you wanna know about them? What kinda detective is you?”
“Homicide. Mr. Bondz, I’m sorry to be the one to inform you of this, but both of your parents were killed last night. They were found outside of their home inside their SUV, by their babysitter.”
“Nawl! Nawl! What the fuck! How? I mean by who?”
“That’s what I’m here trying to find out, but they both were shot at a pretty close range. So if there’s anything you can think of or anyone who might’ve wanted them dead, please tell me so I can look into them. Help me find the ones who did this to your family,” she pled.
“Nawl, man! I’m done talking. I want my lawyer now!” Beysik demande
d, his eyes now narrow with a new flame in them.
“Thank you for talking with me. Again, I’m sorry for your loss. I’m going to see to it that your charge is dropped and that you are released right away,” she promised him before leaving him alone in the room.
Tabitha did not leave right away. She stood around and watched Beysik’s reactions on the monitor outside the interview room. She witnessed the grieving man pick up the water bottle and slam it to the floor. He then dropped his head on the table. What she saw was enough for her to believe that Beysik was not the one who had pulled the trigger that killed his parents. The detective also felt that once he was free, he would not stop until he got his deadly revenge on anyone involved with his parents’ murders. She decided right then to keep a watch on him, with hopes that he could help her catch the killer.
ELEVEN
Noeekwol stood at the bathroom door watching Heaven fill the tub with steaming hot water and soothing bath salts. He could not help but notice her plump ass when she bent over to test the water’s temperature with her hand.
“Heaven?”
“It’s almost ready, so you can start getting undressed. I hope you’re not a shy guy,” she said, now facing him with a cute little smirk on her face.
“No, I’m not. Not shy at all,” he said with a grin as he began to undress right where he stood with his eyes locked on hers.
Heaven’s body temperature slowly rose as she watched him pull his shirt over his head to reveal his firm broad chest, shoulders, and big arms. She wanted to kiss her way down his tight abs and have herself a mouthful of what was pressing to be free from his jeans.
Noeekwol knew she wanted a show, so he gave her one by slowly unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop off of his hips while he kicked off his shoes. Once he had them off, he slipped out of the jeans and then his form-fitting boxer briefs.
“Now it’s your turn. I want you to get in there with me. No, I want you to want to get in there with me,” he said after taking a few slow steps toward her.
Heaven did not hesitate one second. She removed her top and exposed her firm breasts, flat-toned belly, slim waist, and wide hips. She peeled off the tight leggings, inch by inch, down her nice shapely legs. Once naked, Heaven turned off the water and turned on the jets, and then stepped inside the tub. Noeekwol followed, and then his lips found hers like before; only this time, her tongue slipped between them into his mouth, which willed him to press her further.
He sat back and pulled her with him without breaking their kiss. Noe could feel her body tremble as his hands slid down her frame. So he pulled her closer and gripped her ass, and Heaven almost purred when he broke their kiss and then sucked her erect nipple into his mouth. With her butt cupped in his big hands, Noeekwol lifted her up and lowered her down until his hardness filled her inch by heavenly inch.
Heaven was cumming from the excitement of living out one of her fantasies with a man as fine as the one she was with. The ecstasy of Noeekwol’s full length buried inside her wetness was too much for her at first. She began working her honey muscles, clenching his thickness as he began to rock her back and forth slowly. She took over and worked him in and out of her. Heaven rode him hard and wild.
With the powerful massaging jets pulsating against their bodies, their moans filled the air, and Heaven rode him harder and faster. Noeekwol soon released himself in her. Heaven knew it and sped up even more until she burst. She locked her nails into his shoulders as Noeekwol dragged her orgasm out of her. All either of them could do was hold on to each other tightly. Both felt like they were a perfect match.
“Damn, girl!” he said in a low, husky voice.
“I told you that I was here for you however you need me, and I’m not leaving you.”
“Good! Because I’m not through with you,” he promised her, kissing her again and making her melt all over again.
TWELVE
When Detective Allison returned to Milwaukee from her interview with the Bondzes’ real bad seed, she headed home instead of going right to the station. The little spat that she had with Bret via text messaging kind of disturbed her. Little spats like the one earlier had been on the rise between them lately, and Tabitha wondered why. It did not help that lately she had the feeling that their relationship was nearing some kind of a cross-roads.
Bret was forever talking about living the rich dream of a retirement lifestyle with the large inheritance that had been left to him by his very wealthy deceased grandparents. Tabitha noticed that in all of his planning, there was never mention of marriage and all of the things that come with it. She had been working hard to get where she was now on the police force, and she was far from ready to give it up for love, especially without the promise of a ring and children in the near future.
So with her stolen bit of free time, the detective planned to have a serious face-to–face, heart-to-heart talk with the man she loved so much. But how much did she really love him? she wondered as she drove home.
Bret was great looking, kind, and caring. He did not mind doing things that were considered unmanly to some, like the time he surprised her with a his-and-her day-spa date. Bret evened her out, which is why they worked and they were right for each other.
But from time to time, Tabitha craved to be tossed around and have her ass slapped in the heat of some spur-of-the-moment beastly sex. It was the kind of sex she knew someone like the young thug she had just visited in the Racine County Jail would give her. There was something about being called bitch by him that had turned her on, but she would never cross that line with a known criminal.
Tabitha’s mind continued to wander as she drove. When she was just a few blocks away from her place, her cell phone rang. She quickly scooped it up, feeling a little guilty for her thoughts. She glanced at the caller ID on the screen before answering.
“Detective Allison,” she stated to her partner on the other end of the call.
“Allison, I’ve been looking all over for you. Where are you?” Sadd inquired with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“I’m on my way to my place for a sec. I have something I need to deal with real quick, and then I’ll be right there,” she answered honestly, knowing that all Sadd had to do was pull up the unmarked car’s GPS tracker to know where she had been and was going now. “But if what you’re calling about is urgent, my matter can wait,” she told him after pulling out of traffic to talk.
“Urgent? I’ll let you be the judge of that. I’ve been married twice, so I know how personal matters can affect a person on the job. Allison, if you need time.”
“I got a few things going on, which is the reason for this call,” she exclaimed while ignoring his prying.
“Well, partner, while you’re out playing house, the ballistics report came in. They got a match on the slugs pulled from the wife’s body to ones in an open homicide case down in Racine. I’ve already put in a request to have a look at their case files.”
“How long have you had this info exactly? I just left Racine County lockup; and if I had known, I could have picked them up while I was there.”
“Allison, I’ve only had this info for maybe ten minute or so. But exactly why were you down there, or is that a part of your personal matter?”
“No, it was not a part of it. I was there on official police business,” Tabitha said as she rolled her eyes at his questioning. “As much as I hate to say it, you were right about there being another one of Mercy and Felisha Bondz’s boys out there with an unusual name.”
“Okay, what is his name and what does it have to do with what I just said? I hope it’s something good, because right now it’s looking like a real major break in our case.”
“His name’s Beysik, and it’s spelled B-E-Y-S-I-K and not B-A-S-I-C,” she teased. “I hope you’re writing this down, or you’re going to have to wait for my shift report to get it again.”
“Yeah, yeah, Beysik! That’s that little asshole’s name that I had a run-in with a while back. How did you
find him, and how come you’re just telling me? Allison, I would have loved to have interviewed that jerk-off.”
From the tone of Sadd’s voice, Tabitha felt there was something more to that run-in her partner said he had with this family. If she wanted to know what it was, she knew she would have to play nice-nice with Sadd to get it.
“I did my job as a detective working a high-profile double homicide case while you were so-called reviewing Noeekwol’s whereabouts one round after another and match after match, I’m sure,” she answered, not willing to play nice at the time.
“Ha, ha! Hey, you’re a funny gal.” Sadd chuckled. “FYI, reviewing those matches was very educational in building my suspected profile of the champ.”
“You’re so full of it right now.” She could not help but laugh with him. “Anyway, I put out an APB for him; and when I got an email that he was being held at the jail, I went to have a chat with him. Since he was in lockup, I didn’t feel the need to disturb you to come back me up with the interview.”
“Allison, you should have told me where you were going. We are partners for a reason.”
“Yeah, well, you should have thought of that before you ignored my text last night,” Tabitha retorted. “Hey, you said the slugs from the mother were a match. What about the ones from Mercy?”
“No matches found as of yet; and, yes, the slugs were from a different caliber handgun.”
“So it confirms that there were two shooters and not just one.”
“And the prize goes to Allison for her amazing detective work connecting the dots!” he teased.
“What the fuck ever!” she said as she rolled her eyes again.
“How did the interview with him go?”
“It’s safe to say he didn’t do it, so we can just rule him out.”
“Rule him out! From what I remember of the punk, he’s the type of money-hungry asswipe that would do something like kill his parents to get rich quick.”
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