by Kelly, Marie
I meant what I said to Jashawn—I wasn’t helping my dad, and I would never do anything like that to him. I had really developed feelings for Jashawn. The last thing I wanted to see was him locked up and definitely not by my dad.
That night I woke up to find Jashawn holding a knife to my throat, I had never been so scared in my life, but I also knew he wouldn’t have killed me—or maybe I had hoped that he wouldn’t. And when he didn’t, I knew that I was right about him all along. Jashawn was from the streets but that wasn’t all he was. So, I needed my dad to see that too.
I knew my dad and knew that if he was investigating Jashawn, he was doing it alone. My dad thrived on knowing he was the only one to take down some of the biggest criminals around, which meant I had a better chance of making him stop, than I would a whole team.
My dad didn’t do partners and teams—for more reasons than one—and for once, I was happy about that!
The conversation wasn’t going to be easy, and I knew that but just like I told Jashawn, I needed to try. For my dad’s sake—if nothing else. I knew Shawn may not have been able to kill me, but I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to kill my dad, which would be the worst thing that could happen—for more reasons than one.
I looked up at the house, knowing it was somewhere I didn’t want to go but knew I had no choice and sighed again. This can go one of two ways, and hopefully it goes the way I need it to, I thought as I finally built enough courage to climb out of the car.
I slowly walked up to the house and used my key to go inside.
At first, I thought the house was empty until I smelled my dad’s cigar smoke coming from his office. That let me know he was in his thoughts and feelings.
The thought of coming back another day crept in my mind, but that was short lived when my mama walked right out of my dad’s office and almost bumped into me.
“Baby!” She excitedly wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me.
“Hi, Mama.” I patted her back.
She let me go and looked me over.
“I’m so glad to see you. I thought that boy did something to you.”
I slightly rolled my eyes. “I’m fine, Mama.”
“Look, if you came to see your dad, now isn’t a good time. He’s not in the best of moods.”
“I know. Maybe I will come back another day.”
I already knew he was in a foul mood because my dad only smoked when he was angry. And my mother confirming that and prewarning me was a sign that I needed to leave.
“Let her in!” my dad’s voice barked out, making both me and my mom hold our breath.
“Dior, come here!”
From his tone of voice, I knew that I didn’t want to talk to him now, but I also knew that if I tried to leave, that would only make things worse.
My mother gave me a look of sympathy, which only increased the nerves I already had, and then she walked away for me to face my dad alone.
Thinking I would just get it over with, I pushed my shoulders back and walked into his office. A thick cloud of smoke greeted me first, and after fanning it away from my head, I looked to see my dad slouched in his chair with empty liquor bottles littering his desk and a half-smoked cigar hanging from his mouth.
His eyes were bloodshot red like he hadn’t slept in days, and I swallowed when he just sat there looking at me.
“I’ve been calling you, Dior,” he finally spoke.
I nodded. “I know, Dad. Sorry.”
“So, you ignored my calls to run after that low life scum of a boy!” He thumped his desk, and I stared at him.
“It wasn’t even like that, Dad.”
I walked further into the room and took a seat at the desk. His eyes never left mine, but I looked away from his gaze to take in the bottles that sat on his desk.
“Dad—”
“If my daughter had answered my calls to let me know she was safe, I wouldn’t have had to drink.”
I felt bad because I didn’t look at it like that.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. You can be mad at me, and we can talk about it another time. I didn’t come here to talk about me.”
His eyes said it all—he was mad!
“I know you didn’t come here to talk about that nigga?”
“Dad, please, if you would just listen.”
“NEVER! I will never listen to you talk about and defend that nigga. I told you to stay away from him, and I mean that.”
“Daddy, I’m grown, and you can’t tell me what to do!”
His mouth dropped and then he chuckled.
“Well, when I lock that nigga up for the rest of his life, we will see about that!”
My dad looked evil the way he was staring down at me. This time, it was my turn for my mouth to drop.
This isn’t going how I thought it would.
“Dad, please. Jashawn isn’t like you think he is. He makes me happy, Daddy. Shouldn’t that be more important?”
“Happy? How can someone like him make you happy? Dior, I never raised you to like people like Jashawn. Can’t you see that you are brainwashed?”
“Dad, I’m not. Before, I was. I thought they were all the same and to blame for—”
“Don’t you dare bring up his name when you’re defending a motherfucker like Jashawn Ramsey!”
His yelling caused me to stop what I was saying.
“You have no right to bring up his name when you walked your ass in here trying to talk me down to save that nigga!”
“But if you would just listen!”
“No!”
“And that’s why I never answered your calls!” I snapped, and he gasped. “You never listen, Dad.”
“Can’t you hear yourself, Dior? Look how that nigga has you talking to me. Can’t you see he’s dangerous and needs to go?”
I shook my head because it was like talking to a brick wall. From what my dad was saying, I knew why he was going after Jashawn the way he was, but I needed him to see that he was doing it for the wrong reasons.
“Dad, this isn’t Jashawn talking, this is me talking. Doing this won’t change what happened, Daddy, and this isn’t Jashawn’s fault.”
My dad’s face contorted, and his top lip curled.
“That nigga will burn for what he did.”
“He didn’t—”
BANG!
His fists collided with the desk again, which was his way of ending the conversation. I stood to my feet and angrily chuckled to myself.
“Fine. Do what you got to do, but just know you will lose me too as a result. I will not stand by and support this. I will kick you out of my life before I do.” I stood my ground, and his eyes widened in shock.
I didn’t even give him the chance to respond before I walked out of his office and the house.
It may have been drastic measures telling my dad I would have nothing to do with him if he continued, but it was needed, and I was convinced that it would work.
Now, all I needed to do was figure out what was going to happen next with me and Jashawn.
Detective Kevin Alfred
I stood there in shock as my daughter walked out of my house unaware that she was just a puppet in that little nigga’s game, but it was okay because I was going to save my daughter. She was being brainwashed, and I knew it because there was just no way Dior would have fallen for his kind. Not knowing how his kind had impacted us as a family already. There was just no way my daughter was seeing clearly.
“His kind has affected us enough, and I won’t allow him to get my daughter too,” I spoke aloud to myself, picked up my cell phone, and walked out of the room as I sent a message.
Me: We need to meet now! I don’t care what you need to do, get there and now!
I was past asking—there was no time to waste on being nice—I had to save Dior. The sooner I could get that nigga out of her life, the better.
When the person texted back to say that they would be there, I put my phone away and went to find Mavis.
“What was all that
about, Kevin?” she questioned me as soon as my ass walked into the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, I’m dealing with it. Dior will be fine.”
“Dealing with it? Well, it didn’t sound like it to me!”
“I said that I’m dealing with it, Mavis!”
She pouted her lips and folded her arms over her chest.
“I hope so, because I won’t lose Dior over you!”
I sucked my teeth and waved her off. “You won’t. Now, I will be back.”
Before I could turn to walk back out of the door, Mavis was in my face and using her body to block the door—her arms outstretched with her hands gripping the edge of the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To work, Mavis. Move out of the way.”
“I thought you were off today.”
I was off today, but now seeing that Dior was still up on that nigga, I had no choice but to go to work.
“Look, the sooner I get that boy, the sooner Dior will come back home to us. But, as long as he’s roaming the streets, he will have control over her. Don’t you want our daughter back?”
She frowned. “Of course, I do. But I want to know if that’s the real reason you are doing this, Kevin.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Mavis looked away from my eyes and sighed. “You said you weren’t going to do this anymore because it is dangerous. We had to move the last time, and you promised that was the last time.”
“This is different!”
“Is it, Kevin? What has that boy really done to you?”
I opened my mouth to answer her, but she put her hand up to stop me.
“This just feels like New Jersey all over again,” she complained.
“Well, it’s not!”
Mavis threw her hands up in surrender. “Okay, if you say so. I just hope it’s all worth it in the end.”
She walked away, and I just stood there watching her.
“To save my daughter, anything is worth it.”
“Yeah. Keep telling yourself this has something to do with Dior,” she mumbled, but I heard her.
Not wanting to explain myself to her ass, I chose not to say anything and stormed out of the house.
“This is about Dior!” I yelled to myself when I climbed into my car and slammed the door behind me.
Even my wife was second guessing me, and I knew why. Jashawn motherfucking Ramsey! The nigga came like the fucking plague, but I had a remedy for his ass.
I started my car and sped away, anxious to get to my destination, knowing it would bring me one step closer to accomplishing my goal.
My eyes landed on the photo that I had on my dashboard, and it gave me the motivation I needed even if Dior and Mavis didn’t see it my way—yet.
I allowed my car to be valet parked, and I made my way inside. This was a place I used frequently, so no one stopped me when I headed for the elevators since I knew my guest was already there.
When I got to the room, I knocked, and she pulled the door open with a smile. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, making her eyes bulge.
“Do you want to tell me how you’re fucking with that little nigga but failed to tell me his brother was fucking my daughter?” I said through clenched teeth.
She whimpered and fought to breathe for a few seconds until I dropped her. She immediately started coughing and splattering, trying hard to breathe.
“I didn’t know!” she responded in a raspy, breathless tone, and I went to grab her again.
“Bitch, don’t I pay you for information on those niggas? How the fuck didn’t you know?”
This was how I was getting all that I needed on those niggas to lock them up and throw away the key. An opportunity that came to me.
From the time I started on the force, I was well aware of who the Ramsey men were, and just like the rest of the police force, I knew that they were untouchable and had a few of us in their pockets—unfortunately—so they were never on my radar until this disgruntled bitch came to me giving up information on the Ramsey brothers. It was no secret that I hated those niggas, so her coming to me was no surprise. And since she was close to the brothers, I knew that I would finally be able to take down the most feared men in New York.
Not only would that do good for my reputation, but it was a guaranteed promotion that I had been wanting since I first started working as a cop when I was twenty-six years old. For over twenty years, I spent my career climbing up the ladder while bringing down the most sought-after criminals ever. But none were as big as the Ramsey men, and I wanted them at all cost. If that meant fucking with and paying a bitch, then I was there for it.
However, I was starting to rethink that since this stupid bitch failed to tell me my daughter was being fucked by one of those niggas. My body shuddered at the very thought. It had me so fucked up, I wanted to take my gun and shoot this bitch. But I still needed her—more now considering what had happened.
“They are all so secretive, Kevin. I didn’t know until Christmas Day when Wrath told me that Surge was with her. When he told me her name, I knew but it was too late to you let you know. You told me not to call you when you were home with your wife.”
I listened to what she said, and although it was true, it did nothing to calm my nerves. Sucking my teeth, I turned to head back out of the room but stopped when something she said caught my attention.
“I know about some murders that they recently committed.”
That made my ears perk up, and I turned to look at her.
“Tell me.”
“They had two people working for them called Popeye and Sly. They tried to kill Surge, so Wrath killed them. I know one of their baby mamas.”
That made me smile because I knew that was exactly what I needed to finally take them down. I had drugs and now this; they were definitely going down now!
Deciding to be nice so I could get what I wanted out of her, I helped her up off the floor and fixed her dress.
“Tell me what you know, including the details for this baby mama.”
Her eyes roamed my face before slowly sliding down the rest of my body. For being almost fifty years old, I knew my body was still good and that of a thirty year old nigga. And my dick was still lethal.
“What am I going to get out of it?”
I smirked, unzipped my pants, and pulled my dick out. That was all it took before she gave me all the information I asked for and more. Once she finished sucking a nut out of my dick, I pulled a condom on, made her bend over for me, and drove my dick deep into her.
“Hmmmm, I love the way you fuck me,” she cooed as I rammed into her soaking wet pussy.
I had to admit, her pussy was good, even though I knew the bitch wasn’t loyal to anyone but herself. She was fucking Surge’s brother but giving information to take him down anyway. Still, I could understand why that little nigga was in love with her ass.
“Just remember this isn’t about love. I’m not leaving my wife.” I had to let her know because recently, she had been making comments about love and shit. I had to let her know it wasn’t about that.
This was purely for business and nothing more. Once I got what I needed to take the Ramsey men down, I would never see her ass again.
“I know, daddy. I just love your dick, but I know this is just business. It’s about taking down a family who did us both wrong.” She whimpered and gasped when I pulled her hair to drill her harder.
“What did they do to you?”
I knew why I was doing this—in fact, I now had two reasons why I wanted them destroyed—but I never knew her story or reason why. When she came to me, I never thought about why she was doing it. But now, I found myself intrigued. It made no sense how she was fucking not one but two Ramseys and fucking their enemy at the same time. It had me wondering what they did to her.
“He played me and made a fool out of me. It’s time someone did something about it.”
“Shit,
that works for me. Now, come ride this dick, and that information better be good.”
I pulled my dick out, sat back on the bed, and watched as she climbed over and slowly sat down on my rod.
“It is, I promise. Just do me one favor. When you get them, let them know it was me,” she said with a devious smile on her face.
“Whatever you want… what’s your name again?”
Kanada Alton
Two Weeks Later
“There you go.” I smiled as I handed over a package.
“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
I looked down in my hands to see who was next and quickly made my way around the office to distribute the mail. This job was great, and it was even better getting to work with Alvaro too.
Our relationship was going so great and I enjoyed being with him. Not only was he a friend who I could talk to, laugh with, and joke around with, but he was also a provider, a comforter, and protector.
Even though it was early, being with Alvaro, I already felt the difference from when I thought what I had with Terrence was real. I didn’t realize how much I did for Terrence compared to what he did for me.
Things were not like that with Alvaro. We did things together, but he appreciated everything I did. And he made sure to let me know every chance he got. My cheeks were constantly hurting me from how much I smiled because of Alvaro. I was happy! Really happy, and life was good.
Once we made our relationship known, his brothers said they already knew we would get together, and Ma asked what took so long. All I could do was laugh at her, especially when she told me that’s why she called me her granddaughter in law because she could see how well we went together.
All in all, life was good, and I was thankful to God. I thought leaving Terrence was a mistake when I found myself homeless and hungry with TJ, but it turned out to be the best decision I had ever made.
Even TJ was a lot happier!
After I finished delivering the mail for the floor, I went to Alvaro’s office to see if he needed me to do anything.
When I made it to his office, I saw that his secretary, Andrea, wasn’t sitting at her desk. So, I knocked on the door and waited for him to tell me to come in.