Fuck! Another casualty of war!
Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique
You Go To Hell First-Chapter Twenty-Four
What becomes of a broken heart?
I felt bad for the little girl that was unfortunately caught up in a mess that she didn’t know anything about. I knew the girl. I had seen her around at several of the clubs. I knew she was also a stripper at several of the clubs throughout the area. She was very attractive like Chris’s girlfriend but she carried just a little more weight around the hip area and she wore a ton of hair weave. Any moron would know that her hair wouldn’t be that long and straight when her roots needed a touch up. She also looked like a child so I assumed she was probably in her mid-twenties—much too young to die.
After Torch was sure no one was waiting on her at her house, he sat both women down on the sofa, opposite the chair that Chris was in. He then asked Chris’s chick did she have any duct tape in the house and she said no in a low voice.
Bishop signaled for Monty to go search the house to see if he could find something to probably tie the women up with and that’s when things suddenly jumped off.
Monty took two steps backward with his gun still aimed at Chris’s head, while Bishop was walking back over to Chris’s position. For whatever stupid heroic reason, Chris took this as an advantage to strike back. He lunged at Bishop but Monty shot him in his right knee and he cried out. Chris’s chick screamed and Torch backhanded her so hard, she passed out. Meanwhile her friend, Tracy, bolted for the door, but Monty shot her in the head from across the room.
If everything didn’t jump off so fast I would have probably screamed myself. I was so happy I didn’t. I certainly didn’t want to be a casualty of war as well.
When I looked back around at Chris, Bishop had stuffed a hamburger in his mouth to keep him from yelling out. I was surprised they never tied up Chris’s hands but I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted him to do something wrong anyways. I played it off but I knew Bishop already had Duke’s location. He got that from Diamond. I understood if he was trying to verify her information but something told me that Diamond was too afraid to lie to us.
But I looked at everything that had just happened and there was only one word I could think of—efficient. These muthafuckas really were a well-oiled, smooth machine. Bishop had everything under control. Poor Tracy was the innocent one and she had died within two minutes of being in the house. And Chris’s chick was out like a light for now. Torch was looking out the window to make sure everything was cool and considering it was past midnight, it was cool.
Bishop pulled the coffee table over and sat in front of Chris. “It’s not too late to save your girl, the mother of your children,” he said. “Honestly, is Duke Carrington worth all of that?”
Chris was still writhing in pain. He was also trying to eat as much of the hamburger as he could to keep from gagging. What was left of the hamburger, Bishop finally took out of his mouth. I think it was an unsaid command that if Chris tried screaming he was a dead man.
This was the first time I actually saw tears in Chris’s eyes. And I don’t think it was from the pain. I noticed he kept trying to see what was going on with his chick.
“Christopher, forget Duke for now,” Bishop got his attention with those words. “I just want to know if Neeko suffered when y’all killed him.”
The question surprised Chris, as well as me. Chris stopped writhing and moving around. His eyes dropped to the floor. The tears fell faster and heavier.
“Or should I say . . . when you killed him.” There it was—the eight hundred pound gorilla in the room. What this was all about. “You know, Chris, I am so close to letting you go, especially since you don’t have a knee now, and just killing Shakira over there.”
Chris looked up and his face was all fucked up. Snot was running from his nose, the tears and pain had turned his eyes beet red and the anger still persisted on his face. But I know what this was all about. Bishop knew his lady’s name. Hell, I didn’t know the bitch’s name. That one fact had fucked up the big man.
“Yeah, I know, Christopher,” Bishop said matter-of-factly. “Shakira Dalton. Sweet girl. The mother of your three kids: Christopher Junior, LaShunda, named after your cousin who died in a drive-by when you guys were ten years old, and Connor, named after your uncle who raised you.”
I didn’t know what was fucking with Chris more. The fact that Bishop had obviously done his homework and knew shit Chris never thought he should have known. Or the fact this muthafucka was still speaking in the calmest and smoothest voice while he was putting the screws to him. If it was me, I would just want his ass to shut up or at least raise his voice so I could know how pissed off he was at me.
This cat was truly scary. I remembered Neeko telling me on several occasions that he had a family member that he was convinced was psycho. But he loved him to death. He never told me it was his own brother, just a family member like it could be a cousin or uncle or something. He said he remembered this family member talking to a girl and this dude rolled up on them and wanted to start some shit because it was his girl. Evidently the family member thought it was the girl’s decision to make. She chose him. When the other dude objected and he and his two friends tried to jump Neeko’s family member, Neeko said in less than a minute all three dudes were on the ground with bloody noses, swollen eyes, busted lips and wounded prides.
And during all of this, the family member would speak in the most calm and soothing voice. I knew now Bishop was that family member. What he was doing when he was younger, he was now doing on a larger scale when he was older.
Chris was outclassed and outgunned. He had a choice. Choose his family over his boss and probably best friend or vice versa. I really hope he would choose his family.
“I’m sorry,” I heard Chris say. The words were slurred but he mustered up the strength to say it with conviction. I was sure he did that to save his family.
“Yeah, you are,” Bishop replied. “You are and so am I.”
Suddenly the tears ran down Chris’s face like he was spouting a new river. “No, no, no,” he repeatedly said.
Torch threw water in Shakira’s face to wake her up. Then he told her to stand up. Chris was still voicing his rejection in the form of no, no, no. Bishop rose to his feet. He took out the gun that was in its holster in the inside of his jacket. It also had a silencer on the tip of the barrel.
“Diamond’s dead,” Bishop said to Chris. The big man just kept saying no repeatedly. “An eye for an eye, motherfucker.” With that Bishop pointed the gun at Shakira and pulled the trigger. The bullet went directly into Shakira’s left eye and out the back of her head, shattering her brain. There was nothing there but parts of flesh and blood. Chris once again tried to jump up and this time Monty shot him in the other knee. Chris fell to the floor writhing in more pain. The pain wouldn’t last long.
While he suffered on the floor in pain of both the mental and physical kind, Bishop stood over Chris and say, “This is for my brother, Neeko!” Then he squeezed the trigger. BOOM! BOOM! Pop! Pop! Bishop emptied two shots to the back of Chris’s head. The silencer suppressed the sound. Chris’s lifeless body fell limp as the blood slowly oozed out of his head.
Once a criminal always a criminal!
Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique
The Hunt is On-Chapter Twenty-Five
What a woman desires—a man will always deliver.
I tried to take in everything around me. I looked at Chris’s dead body as blood oozed from his head. Then I looked at Tracy, Chris’s girlfriend’s neighbor. Out of all the lifeless bodies in the room, I felt sorry for her. All she wanted to do was borrow a pair of Shakira’s stiletto heels. And now she and Shakira were both dead because of some bullshit Chris did. This whole scenario was mind blowing and I knew that it was just the beginning.
Bishop signaled Torch and Monty to head out. They had to step over Tracy’s body and Bishop and I followed suit. We all made sure we didn’t
step in the puddle of blood surrounding her head after Bishop warned us not to do it. And when we finally got outside, these dudes took their fucking time getting the fuck out of dodge. I didn’t get that shit. Were they that fucking confident that no one would blow the whistle on their asses?
“Where to next?” Torch asked after he got back in the driver seat and started up the ignition.
Bishop looked down at his watch. “We still got time,” he said. Then he gave Torch the address to where he was told Duke would be. Torch headed back up Lake Edwards Drive and made a quick right turn on Newtown Road. When he arrived at the intersection of Virginia Beach Boulevard and Newtown Road, he shot straight across Virginia Beach Boulevard and jumped on Highway 264.
We were heading towards the city of Chesapeake, near the North Carolina border. That part of Chesapeake was very secluded. In fact, it was so secluded that the closest hospital and police precinct was at least fifteen to twenty miles away. The nickname for this part of Chesapeake was known as Death Valley, with its beautiful with brand new million dollar homes build on ten acres of land. The name didn’t fit the area but supposedly it was named that because if you had a serious medical emergency and had less than ten minutes to live, then you were good as gone. Other than that, living out in this area was like living the high life.
The ride to Death Valley but also known as Pelican Estates, took at least thirty-five minutes. And when we finally arrived in the area, Bishop realized that it was too dark to maneuver. Each house was built on its own land like the plantations of old. You had to drive down long dirt roads to get to each person’s house, so it would be very easy for them to see when they had unwelcomed visitors.
When the GPS indicated that Duke’s residence was less than a half-mile away, Bishop instructed Torch to pull to the side of the road and turn the headlights off. Then he told Monty to hand him the night vision binoculars from the glove compartment. Right after Monty handed the binoculars to Bishop, Bishop pressed the red button on the left side of the binoculars and then he placed them right before his eyes. He scanned the entire property that was about a half- mile ahead of us, while everyone including me, waited for him to speak.
Finally, he took the binoculars away from his eyes and said, “I see three cars parked out in the driveway but I don’t see any lights on in the house. So I’ve got a few concerns.”
“You know whatever call you make, I’m with it,” Monty assured him.
“Yeah, just tell us what you want us to do,” Torch said.
I sat back and watched as both of Bishop’s men waited for him to give them further instructions. The power and the strength he carried in his voice sent chills down my spine. There was no question in my mind that he was in control.
“I think it’s gonna be difficult to get to him tonight because he has security cameras on each corner of his house and the outside of the house is lit up with extra lighting. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had motion detectors around his house too, so I think it’s best if we go back to the hotel and re-group. We can’t risk fucking this mission up just because we want him that bad.”
“Cool, I agree,” Monty replied.
“Yeah, me too,” Torch sounded off and then he put the truck in reverse to turn around. After he felt like he backed the truck up far enough, that’s when he turned it around and flicked back on the headlights.
As we drove away I turned around in my seat to look back at the house Duke was supposedly in and I became so frustrated that we weren’t going to be able to snatch his ass up tonight. I wanted so badly to see him squirm and beg for his life while Bishop, Torch and Monty tortured him to death. It seemed as if I had waited for this day for a very long time and now it wasn’t going to happen when I expected it to. I agreed with Bishop that this wasn’t a good time to go inside Duke’s house but with all the added security that motherfucker had protecting him, when would be the right time? I wanted his ass got now. I wanted him to feel all the fucking pain I endured behind him. I also wanted him to reap all the shit he did to all of those innocent young women who were killed and had their babies taken from them.
After all, he deserved it.
Duke was a fucking heartless monster. I mean, who marries their fiancée and then have them killed not even a month later so they can collect on their life insurance policy? I bet she thought without a shadow of doubt that he loved her and would jump in the line of fire for her. That’s the way he came across. That motherfucker was very charismatic. He’d talk a bitch into selling her pussy to her own daddy. I couldn’t put my finger on it but it wouldn’t surprise me if Duke worked some type of roots or witchcraft on us. Virginia and other states further in the south lived off that voodoo shit. I just wished I had a way of finding out. He’d pay triple for the shit he took me through.
On our way back to the hotel I couldn’t get my mind off the fact that we were leaving this bastard to live life a few more hours. Bishop saw how disgusted I was and tapped me on my knee. “Don’t worry about it. We’re gonna get ‘em,” he told me.
When the words penetrated my mind I felt just a little better. I guess I needed to be reassured in some way, form or fashion. Bishop seemed as if he was a man of his word so I took it for what it was worth and accepted it.
After we arrived back at the hotel, Bishop handed me the hotel room key and told me he’d join me later. I knew he was going into Monty and Torch’s room to discuss how they’d be able to get to Duke. I wanted to join in on the discussion with them but I figured I’d let them handle it. Besides, I had no knowledge of dodging security cameras and motion sensors. So I did what I was told and went into the room.
It didn’t take Bishop long to join me. I thought he’d be with Monty and Torch at least a couple of hours but he came back about thirty minutes later. I had already taken a shower and was tucked away inside the sheets when he sat on the bed. I looked at him and smiled because this was the first time in many years that I felt this safe. Not only did he possess the physical attributes, his swagger was out of this world. The way he looked at me made me want to melt. I was a very attractive woman myself. And my body was in tip-top shape and I didn’t have any stretch marks. Neeko used to beg me to hop on stage when he was alive. He knew niggas would line up to see my body. I had a very tiny waist and ass, and my hips were to die for. Plus, my titties were perky so I never owned a push-up bra. Yes, I was a bad bitch in my own right. I just needed a good man to appreciate me.
He didn’t say anything. Instead he grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels. When he found a local channel that had the news on, he stopped. It was past three in the morning and the newscast was a rebroadcast. However, the news ticker was scrolling across the bottom of the screen. I stopped and read it just like Bishop was doing.
Breaking News: The Virginia Beach and Norfolk Police Departments are in search of local business man Duke Carrington and his bodyguard, Christopher Washington, for the suspected murder of Katrina Bishop of Virginia Beach, and a female victim in Norfolk that the local authority are not releasing her name yet.
I shook my head at the craziness of it all. I wonder how Diamond would have felt knowing she was known as the female victim in Norfolk. They could have at least said her name. But I was just happy Rodney had spread the word to blame Duke for the killing of Diamond. I hoped Rodney would also do something good with the money besides buy more product to sell on the street. I knew his family could use the money. Hell, what family in the ’hood couldn’t use money like that.
Bishop evidently had seen everything he wanted to see as he turned the TV off. “I’m very proud of you,” he said.
I really couldn’t make heads or tails of what made Bishop tick. His voice inflection, his tone was the same as it was when we were taking care of business. He was just too cool for me.
“Thank you,” I said in return. “I was nervous initially, but everything just fell into place after I beat the shit out of Diamond.”
“You okay with that?” he
asked. I could hear the concern in his voice and see it in his eyes.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be,” I added.
“She was your friend . . . not only that, your best friend for years. It’s hard losing someone close to you . . . even if they betray you.” He walked around the bed and sat right next to me, putting his hand on my cheek. I almost melted. His hand was warm and inviting. Not rough like I thought it would be. He was a hard brotha with a gentle touch. A rarity in the world I grew up in, the world I had known for most of my life.
“I’m doing good, thanks to you,” I replied.
“I didn’t do anything, Lynise, I just gave you wings. It was up to you to flap them and make them fly. I’m proud that you did that.”
Then we just looked at each other and took in the moment. Neither one of us moved to make a move. I wondered what he was thinking. I was just hoping it was about me.
“We’re gonna head back out to Duke’s place early in the morning to see if we can get him when he comes out. That seems to be the only way we can get to him,” he told me. That surprised me. I was hoping his next words would be, I want you.
“What time?” I played off my disappointment.
“I want to be out of here right before the sun comes up. I don’t want to miss the chance of letting him leave the house and we’re not there.”
“Well, I think that’s a good time because he does get up early.”
Bishop looked down at his wristwatch. “Get some sleep. We only have four hours before we leave back out,” he said as he started taking off his shoes.
Now, as bad as I wanted to get some sleep, I also wanted him to take me into his arms. I had to have him tonight. After he had taken off his shoes, I watched him take off his shirt, revealing a white t-shirt and then he slid out of his pants. I swear I was about to fucking cum on myself when I saw the print of his dick through his boxer shorts. It reminded me of the scene from the movie Takers, when Idris Elba got out of his bed in his boxers. Oh my God! Bishop’s dick had to be the same exact size as Idris Elba. And I couldn’t allow myself to lay there and not put it to good use. So as soon as he got into the bed with me I asked him if he could hold me.
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