DECEPTION
- Written by -
Shameek A. Speight
Copyright © 2014 by True Glory Publications
Published by True Glory Publications LLC
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Acknowledgments:
It has only been the power of God, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, that I have been able to persevere through many of the trials I’ve been dealt in my life. I thank him for giving me the strength to move on.
To my family; my beloved sisters, thank you for believing in me. To my mother, I love you very much. To my aunt, I love you. To my daughter Niomi, I do all this for you Princess. To all the men and women who are locked up, hold your head up and keep your faith; there will be a brighter day. To everyone that ever doubted me, I told you I could sell books. To Antoine Inch Thomas, thank you for teaching me all about the book game. To all the fans, thank you for all your support. To my Facebook Group, Team True Glory, you all are the best and I love every one of you. We’re more than just a team, we’re family.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
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Chapter 1
Patrick sat back in his leather brown lazy boy chair with a letter in one hand and a glass bottle of Jack Daniels in the other hand. "Lord why? Why?" he asked repeatedly as tears streamed down his face. He stared at the words in the letter and couldn’t believe what it had said. "NOOO!" he shouted dropping down to his knees and spilling the bottle of whiskey over soaking into the carpet floor. He cried hysterically, "What is my life without a family? What's the point of going on? A real man isn’t a man unless he can provide and take care of his loved ones," Patrick mumbled while his salty tears traveled down his cheeks into his mouth. He looked up and could see his chrome revolver 3.8 subnose handgun on the coffee table. He went and grabbed it and sat back down in his lazy boy chair. He opened the revolver barrel and emptied all the bullets out, but one. He spun the barrel of the revolver and placed the gun against his temple. "She loves me!" Patrick said out loud squeezing the trigger while flinching and shutting his eyes at the same time. The clicking sound from the revolver and the fact his head wasn’t blown to pieces let him know he wasn’t dead. "She loves me not!" he said squeezing the trigger again, only hearing a clicking sound again. Squeezing the trigger a third time, he heard a clicking sound. "Ughh, why Lord just let me die, please?" he shouted. Sounds of the house front door opening caused him to stop crying. He picked up the pieces of paper off the floor, and then stood up. He could see his beautiful wife and his son placing bag after bag of groceries onto the table.
Samantha turned around and could see a deranged look in his eyes. "Why are you crying? What's wrong? Come help me put up all this food," she said in a lovely tone.
"You fucking bitch! You damn hoe! I’ll kill you!" Patrick shouted.
Before Samantha could register what was taken place, she was screaming for her life. "AAHHH! AHHH stop!" she yelled as he repeatedly hit her over and over in the face with the gun.
"You bitch! You crazy bitch! I love you!" he shouted and swung with all his might, hitting her so hard that the gun broke to pieces. She collapsed to the hard floor lying there lifeless.
"Nooo! Leave my mom alone, Patrick!" he yelled at him jumping onto his back.
Patrick leaned forward flipping his son forward onto the floor next to his mother and punched him in the face twice. The first blow knocked out his son. "What have I done?" Patrick said with his facial expression twisted up in disgust while looking down at his family. He wiped his tears with his forearm. "This isn’t my fault. I’m not to blame for this," he said then walked over to the kitchen sink and opened a drawer, then grabbed the duct tape. He walked back over to his family and duct taped his wife's hands and feet first, then his son. He opened the front door of the house and stared outside from it in a daze as snow fell from the sky covering the ground. He snapped out of the trance he was in and grabbed his wife and son by their legs and slowly dragged their bodies outside. As he pulled them outside through the snow, you could see the impressions left of their bodies on the snow. "It’s not my fault! "It's not my fault!" Patrick said repeatedly as he dragged them in to the darkest of the night.
Chapter 2
Patrick took another sip from the bottle of Jack Daniels, the only cure for his anger. The snow was falling hard and sleet covered the road making it hard for him to keep control of his GMC Suburban truck from swerving left and right. “Don’t you think you should take it a little easy on the bottle, Patrick?” Diego asked while sitting in the passenger seat.
"No! Why the hell should I? The warm whiskey going down my throat is the only thing that numbs the pain. You can have a sip or two if you'd like…. Here,” Patrick said pushing the bottle of Jack Daniels in to Diego’s chest.
“No, I’m good man. One of us has to have a clear mind. With the way you’re driving, we will never reach the top of the mountain,” Diego said.
“Well, I’m Irish so you know you can pass the bottle back here,” Timothy said.
Patrick turned around and handed Timothy the bottle. He quickly turned his head back around, not to pay attention to the road, but to hide the pain written on his face. If anyone knew him well, it was Diego, Timothy, Murray, Douglas, and Charlie. If he told them what he had planned, they would have no part of it, but they owed him a favor and it was time to collect.
“Leave it up to Patrick to get us all together to go hunting in a damn snow storm. I don’t even know how you got Samantha to agree to you in getting out of the house,” Murray said from the back seat.
“Don’t you bring up my wife's name. Her name better not come out of your fucking mouth again,” Patrick shouted while looking back at Murray causing the truck to swerve all over the road.
“Okay man, okay, just calm down,” Murray said while raising both of his hands.
Patrick snatched the bottle of Jack Daniels out of Timothy’s hands and took three gulps while driving. It took them seven hours to reach the top of the mountain and then drove through the woods for another half an hour to a cabin. Patrick stumbled out of the truck first and made his way to the nearest tree and pulled out his penis and held it with t
wo hands as it sprayed like a fire hose. His warm yellow pee melted the snow in front of him. He stuffed his penis back in his pants and fought to stand up straight. The whiskey had done its job. It helped him to forget his heartache and the want he had to give up on his life.
Patrick's best friends hopped out of the GMC Suburban truck dressed in all white snow body suits to keep them warm and to help them blend in with the snow for when they were hunting. Murray was African-American of dark skinned complexion and looked like Wesley Snipes twin brother. Douglas was tall and slim built with dark brown hair. Charlie was short and overweight with black hair and green eyes. Timothy was Irish with a long nose and quick to fight anyone, even his friends, but would make up afterwards. Charlie was the youngest of them all. He was outgoing and had a merit haircut. Diego was Spanish and the second in command when they didn’t follow Patrick’s orders. Patrick was tall with dirty blonde hair and in his early years looked just like Kevin Costner. He grabbed his white hunting rifle out of the back of the truck where they kept other supplies as well. “So, we should go in the cabin and set up, then go straight out. We didn’t bring any food like every year we come out here. We eat what we kill and there are a lot of deer out here this year,” Douglas said cocking back his rifle.
“I want to start the hunt now,” Patrick said through gritted teeth while taking another swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Why now? We’ve been on the road for damn near eight hours. I say we eat, then rest up, drink, and share stories,” Diego said in a thick Spanish accent.
“I said NO! We hunt now!” Patrick shouted causing all the men to stare at him as if he’d lost his damn mind.
“Okay Patrick, what’s really going on?” Murray asked noticing Patrick was acting way out of character.
“You shut up! You don’t get to talk,” Patrick said while pointing his finger at Murray. He had to use all his strength to continue to stand up straight. “You are my best friend in the world. We grew up together living in the same town, Fort Collins, our whole lives. We hunted on this mountain with our family and served together in the army for ten years together. Never once asking for a favor, but now it’s time to collect,” Patrick said causing the other five men to become silent as all their minds flashed back and replayed what had took place in Afghanistan.
“Hey, we all promised to never bring that up again, not in this lifetime. What happened over there, stayed over there. Besides, you had a part in it too. You were our Sergeant!” Diego shouted.
“Yes, I allowed it to go down, but we all know I had no part in what took place. Now, it’s time for y’all to pay up and have my back as I had each one of yours,” Patrick said while taking another gulp of Jack Daniel's whiskey.
“You know we have your back as well. So, what is the favor you need? Just know, that you can only cash in on this favor once,” Timothy said while walking over to Patrick. He took the bottle out of his hand and guzzled what was left.
“Damn, I hope you packed more of the good stuff,” Timothy said in an Irish accent.
“I sure do. I brought five more bottles,” Patrick replied and went to the back of his suburban truck and lifted it up revealing duffle bags and equipment they needed for the weekend. Patrick tossed a few of the duffle bags to the ground. He opened one of the bags and took a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels out of the bag and cracked it open taking a quick sip.
“So, what is this favor that you want, Sergeant?” Charlie asked.
Patrick lifted up a large panel and tossed it in the snow to reveal a secret compartment. Inside the compartment was a brunette haired woman with the skin complexion of ivory, green eye color, high cheekbones, and full thin lips. Her hands and her feet were duct taped together. Next to her was a teenage boy no older than thirteen. He had bright brown eyes that seemed to pull you in. His skin complexion was honey brown and it matched the color of his hair.
“What the fuck!” Diego shouted at the sight of seeing the woman and the boy both tied up in the secret compartment.
“The favor I’m asking all of you to do…. I mean what y’all MUST do, because you owe me, is to hunt my family,” Patrick said with a straight face looking all his friends in the eyes.
“What? You can’t be serious. That whiskey has finally gotten to you!” Diego said.
“Yes! You know I’ll do anything for you, but you’re going too far. We came out here to hunt Mountain Lions and Black Bears like we do every year, not to hunt Samantha and Joshua. That’s your wife and your son for crying out loud,” Douglas stated.
“Hey, I’m in. A deal is a deal. You looked out for me and saved my life. I won’t question any order you give me, Sergeant,” Timothy stated.
“Hey, I’m with Tim on this one, if you’re serious. I’ll follow orders,” Charlie stated.
“Follow orders? Follow orders? We're not in the damn army anymore. Last time I checked we’re all a bunch of grown ass men in our damn 40’s and able to make our own decisions. No one's going to stand by while you commit murder or have us apart of it!” Diego shouted and moved toward the back of the truck. He looked down and could see the fear in Samantha and Joshua’s eyes. “I don’t care if we owe you the world for keeping your mouth shut and turning your head the other way. This isn’t right. I will have no part of this bullshit and won’t allow you to either,” Diego said as he raised his rifle at Patrick's face as he was breathing hard you could see white vapor exit his mouth from it being so cold out. Diego heard the sound of footsteps crushing in the snow. He turned to the side to see Timothy and Charlie creep up on him. “Don’t you try it. You both know how good I am with this thing. I’ll send a bullet straight through anyone of your heads. Don’t test me because both of you know I’ll do it,” said Diego.
“That’s all good and all, Diego, but you’ll only be able to take one of us down. After that you’ll have a real problem, buddy. By the time you re-cock that rifle, one of us will reach you before the bullet jumps in the chamber and kill your ass,” Timothy said in his deep Irish accent.
“Yea, but no one wants to make the first move because no one wants to die. All of you drop your rifles and put your hands up now!” Diego shouted. All five men dropped their rifles to the ground on the cold snow. Diego eased back over to the trunk of the truck and slowly moved his right hand to his waistline and pulled a black folded knife from a holster on his belt, and flicked it open. “Don’t worry, Samantha, I’m going to get you and Joshua out of here,” Diego said as he cut the duct tape off of her hands, then her feet and then cut the tape off Joshua. He took his eyes off the other five men for a split second and wished that he didn’t.
Patrick lifted up his white snow jacket and pulled out a 9mm from a holster on his waistband with the speed of lightning and squeezed the trigger two times. A bullet tore through Diego’s left shoulder. “AAAAHHHH,” he hollered in excruciating pain and dropped his rifle. The second bullet slammed in to his stomach ripping out of his back and blood squirted everywhere as he fell backwards on to the ground. The white snow turned red as blood poured out of his wounds and on to the snow. “UGGHHH,” he groaned and squirmed around in pain on the ground. Patrick grinned and walked over to him. He looked down at Diego and pointed the 9mm at the center of his skull. “I sacrificed for you and you crossed me when it’s your turn. Now, you die you disloyal bastard,” Patrick said and slowly squeezed the trigger.
“AAAHHH!” Samantha screamed as she hopped out of the secret compartment in the truck and side kicked Patrick causing him to stumble. Before he could regain his balance, she picked up the rifle gripping the barrel of it with both her hands knowing she had no time. It was react or die. She swung the gun upward like a cricket bat. The back of the rifle slammed into Patrick’s chin with tremendous force knocking him backwards on his ass.
“Joshua hurry come on!” Samantha shouted. As Joshua hopped out of the secret compartment of the truck, Samantha snatched up one of the duffle bags real fast. With her son by her side, they took off running.
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br /> “Wait! Wait! Please, help me!” the sound of Diego speaking weakly stopped her in her tracks. She turned around and helped him off the ground. Diego wrapped his left arm around her shoulder and neck using it as support. They again took off running towards the wooded area. “We’ll lose them in the trees,” Samantha stated.
Patrick popped up from the ground and ran in the direction towards where Samantha and his son had run. He could still see Samantha and Diego’s backs as they moved closer to the woods. Patrick raised his gun and yelled, “AAAAAHHHH!” while squeezing the trigger repeatedly shooting wildly.
“AAAAHHHH…. UUUGGGHHH!" Diego screamed as one of the bullets slammed into his back.
“What happened? Are you okay?” Samantha asked feeling his body go a little limp as she was carrying more of his body weight.
“I’ve been hit,” Diego moaned.
Tears streamed down Patrick’s face, the freezing cold wind did its best to freeze them on to his cheeks which hurt more than the blow he received seconds ago. “I’ll get you, Samantha. This isn’t over, not by a long shot!” Patrick shouted continuing to squeeze the trigger to his gun hearing a clicking sound only. That let him know the gun was emptied. He pulled out the old clip and put in a fresh clip in. “You can run, Samantha, but I’m coming bitch!” Patrick shouted as he watched them disappear into the woods.
Chapter 3
“What the fuck was that? All of you are well trained and just stood there like deer’s caught in headlights. What the fuck was that about?” Patrick shouted at the four men.
“Your ass would have been stuck if one of us brought our family way up to the top of Silver Peak Mountain and tried to kill them. And said, 'Hey fellas, I need y’all to help do it,” Murray stated. Patrick just stared at him without saying a word.
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