Carl Weber Presents
Ride or Die Chick 1
J.M. Benjamin
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 1
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen - Six months later . . .
Chapter Fourteen - Seven years later . . .
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Copyright Page
Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 1
by
J.M. Benjamin
“Ride or Die Chick is the truth, truly one of the best books of 2014”
-Carl Weber
Prologue
“We now bring you live footage from Julie Sanchez of the actual chase. Hey Julie, what do you have for us?”
“Hello, Bob. As you can see, police are in a massive pursuit of a brand new, all-black 600 CLS Mercedes-Benz. Suspects are believed to be armed and dangerous. So far, all we know is that suspects entered onto Highway 264 westbound, coming off the ramp, headed toward the Virginia Beach area. It has been confirmed, Bob, that there are two occupants inside the vehicle, both African American—one male, the other female. Our sources who have been following the incident since it erupted, tell us that the driver has been identified as thirty-year-old Treacherous Freeman, from the Tidewater Park area in Norfolk, and thirty-year-old Teflon Jackson, from the Georgetown section of Chesapeake. Sources also say Ms. Jackson may have been injured at the actual scene. Though the actual count has not been confirmed, we are told that Mr. Freeman allegedly shot and possibly killed several officers and pedestrians during the horrendous gun battle, fleeing the scene of the crime while many others were wounded. The emergency medical team is tending those who were fortunate to have survived this unbelievable tragedy. As far as we know, no one was injured inside. Both Mr. Freeman and Ms. Jackson have criminal histories. Police authorities continue to pursue the two suspects, who seem as if they have no intentions on giving up at this time. We’ll keep you updated as this tragic story continues to unfold here on Highway 264. This is Julie Sanchez, live from WAVY Ten. Back to you Bob.”
“Thanks, Julie. Keep us posted. In other news, two teens were gunned down in the parking lot of a local McDonald’s on Princess Ann Boulevard.”
“Treach, I’m losing a lot of blood,” cried Teflon as she applied pressure to the right side of her hip in an attempt to minimize the bleeding.
“Just hold on, boo, I got you. You gonna be a’ight. We gonna make it up outta this shit, and I’ma get you to a hospital,” Treacherous assured his partner in crime as he navigated through traffic, switching lanes, weaving in and out with expertise, to elude the barrage of police cars that were on their trail. Treacherous cursed himself for not being able to foresee the predicament he was now faced with. All his life he had been trained, taught, and practiced being on point at all times. He had worked daily on perfecting the art of awareness and the ability to be alert. This time he had been careless and because of that, he had been put himself and Teflon in a compromising position. Now, his road dog was sitting across from him wounded, fighting for her life. Not only was Teflon his road dog, she was also his first and only love—his other half. Treacherous could not imagine losing her. The thought of it made him uneasy as he glanced over at her. He knew if he lost her, there would be no other reason for him to live. Before, they had freely discussed situations like the one they were faced with now, knowing in their line of work, death was a strong possibility. Because of their past preparation, they feared nothing in existence, so to them dying was not an issue. Still, Treacherous did not want things to end the way it seemed they would. He and Teflon promised each other if opportunity ever presented itself, they would both go together, so Treacherous was already preparing for the worst.
“Tef? Tef?”
“Huh?” Teflon answered in a low tone.
“Wake up, baby. Don’t fall asleep. Stay awake, you hear me?” shouted Treacherous. He reached his hand over and began rubbing her silky hair.
“Daddy, I’m weak, and it’s cold,” Teflon moaned.
Treacherous had never seen his lady display this type of behavior before. In his eyes, she was as thorough as they came. Let him tell it, Teflon was the baddest female who ever walked the face of the earth. For her to show a sign of weakness now, even in her weakest state, was unacceptable. The whole sixteen years he had known her, from day one she carried herself as a trouper, so Treacherous refused to let her go out in any other way than that.
“Tef!” he barked, shaking her by the arm. “Man the fuck up. You a’ight. Shake that shit off. Stop all that mu’fuckin’ whinin’ and shit, and man the fuck up!” He accelerated on the gas pedal, noticing police cars gaining on them through the rearview mirror of the Benz.
His words poured into Teflon’s almost lifeless body like a burst of energy and went straight to her heart. Just hearing her man’s voice did something to her. Instantly, a sense of strength was breathed back into her. She had just about given up all hope of survival until Treacherous’s voice had rejuvenated her. It was as though he had revived her with his firmness. Teflon smiled at Treacherous’s tactics and was grateful for his intent. Since they had gotten together, Teflon had always felt she was the backbone. Though she was as strong as they came, whenever she was with him she felt equal in strength. But at times a sense of inferiority came over Teflon. Not to the point of being afraid, because Treacherous had never given her a reason to be. It was an inferior feeling only she as a woman could explain, because she was the only one besides God who even knew it existed. There were times in her life when she was with Treacherous and needed to feel like a woman and wanted to play her position as one in the presence of a man—her man, but she had never attempted to express this to Treacherous because she knew he viewed her as someone on the same level as himself, regardless of her gender and she didn’t want to make him think any less of her. Treacherous was known throughout Virginia for not being the one to reckon with or cross. He was also known for having one of the hardest chicks in Virginia by his side, and Teflon wore and protected that title and reputation to the fullest, maintaining that facade, even behind closed doors with him, though she wished she could let her guard down. Now was one of those times where she felt that way, but it was not the time, so Teflon knew she had to put on her game face and suck it up.
“Who the fuck you yellin’ at, boy?” Teflon managed to snap in a raspy tone. The strain caused her to choke.
Her cough alarmed Treacherous. He wondered if he should have come at her so strongly. In the past that’s how they talked to each other, but things were different. He had never seen Teflon hurt before and the sight didn’t sit well with him. He was glad to be he
aring Teflon’s voice despite her words that revealed her condition. Teflon sounded like her old self, but he knew she was in pain. The Teflon he knew and loved was stronger than the best of them. Treacherous felt she was tougher than all the men he knew put together, but still he didn’t want to push her too much. After all, she was all he had in this world. With that in mind, Treacherous mentally vowed to see to it that she made it out of their situation in one piece, or at least he was prepared to die trying.
“Boo, my bad. Don’t talk, save your strength,” he said, moving Teflon’s hair from out of her face. He noticed a trail of blood seeping out of her mouth and trickling down the side of her face. With his thumb he wiped what little he could.
“Don’t start bitchin’ up now, mu’fucka,” Teflon shot back. Her tone was weak, but despite her condition she managed to smile.
Treacherous looked over at Teflon just in time to catch her smiling.
“Fuck you,” he replied, revealing his own smile. As crazy and deranged as it may seem, for a brief minute, Treacherous and Teflon shared a Kodak moment. To anyone other than them it would have been considered an emotional scene between the two of them, but this was their normal behavior. It was the only way they knew how to express their affection for each other—or at least this was what they were used to. Treach blew the horn like a madman at the cars in front of him to clear the lane in hopes of getting an open stretch. He figured if he could just make it to Virginia Beach General Hospital, he and Teflon would be able to come up out of their situation alive. There was no doubt in his mind they would have to go back to jail—and for a long time for that matter—but at least they would still have each other. Treacherous had made a promise to himself a long time ago that he would never return back to confinement, but the fact that Teflon was dying made him reconsider. For a second he considered surrendering, turning himself over to the proper authorities if he got Teflon to the hospital, for her sake—if it meant saving his love’s life, but just as quickly as it entered, it exited. He knew that Teflon would never agree to that. After all, she had made it perfectly clear that whatever happened to him happened to her. They were in this thing together until the bitter end. If it would have just been him then the notion would never had crossed his mind. Treacherous questioned whether he himself was becoming vulnerable due to his other half’s current state.
He saw the sign up ahead for the Virginia Beach exit and maxed out the CLS speedometer.
“Boo, hold on. We almost there,” he said as he approached the turnoff, but as he gazed over to look toward the passenger seat, he observed Teflon sitting there motionless, with her head tilted to the side, propped up against the window.
“Tef,” he called again with the same results.
Instant rage overcame Treacherous as anger engulfed him. He could feel his blood beginning to boil. What he in fact tried to prevent had now come to pass, he thought. His other half, his better half, had been taken away from him. He was not in the least a God-fearing man because he was not brought up to be, so he cursed God for deciding it was Teflon’s time. In Treacherous’s eyes, she was too young and had been deprived of life too early. He could never recall a moment when tears were required because he had not been raised in such a way, so that emotion was foreign to him; still, he felt a sharpened pain in his heart and knew only Teflon could cause him such pain. He reflected on his past, when he had gone to visit his father for the first and only time in prison ten years ago. He had witnessed his father reveal his emotional side. His father had never done that before, and the sight of him in tears confused Treacherous. He couldn’t understand why his father was displaying such weakness before him. He had always been portrayed in Treacherous’s eyes as this emotionless, coldhearted gangsta. Treacherous was taught to believe gangstas didn’t cry. Not on the surface, anyway. By believing that to be true, Treacherous began to see his father differently, once again, questioning his father’s thoroughness. After that visit, he had never gone to see him again. There was no need to. In Treacherous’s opinion, there was nothing else his father could tell him or teach him, for that matter, about being gangsta.
As he maniacally raced up 264, Treacherous began to shed a few tears. Not from the thought of his past, but for Teflon. Only his tears were internal. He cried gangsta tears.
Treacherous became filled with an indescribable pain, something he had never felt before for anyone else in the world. As his tears and rage intertwined inside of him, Treacherous made his decision. Without Teflon, there was no him. With that thought, he turned onto the exit ramp. Treacherous bought the CLS to a screeching halt just before reaching the end of the hospital exit.
When the FBI, DEA, SWAT, and state police saw the luxury sedan had come to a stop, they stopped along with it, leaving a thirty- yard distance in between them and the vehicle they had been pursuing for the past hour. Immediately, all of the participating officers and agents in the pursuit exited their vehicles with weapons drawn, finding position and coverage, expecting the unexpected, as the head agent in charge drew his bullhorn.
“Treacherous Freeman and Teflon Jackson, this is the FBI. You are under arrest. We need you to turn off the ignition to your vehicle, take the key out, and toss it out the driver’s side window away from the vehicle, along with your weapons. Then slowly, I want you to open the vehicle doors one at a time, place your hands on top of your head, drop to your knees, and lay facedown flat on your stomach. You have three minutes to comply, do you understand? Three minutes,” the head agent repeated.
Treacherous understood loud and clear, but had no intention of complying. To buy him some time, he took the two .38 revolvers he had tucked in his waist and threw them out of the driver’s window along with the Benz keys, which he no longer needed. With the jet black–tinted windows on the Benz, it made it difficult, almost impossible, for them to see what he was doing. He then reached over and took Teflon’s black .380 out of her lap and tossed it out the passenger’s side.
Satisfied so far, thinking he had accomplished a great deal, seeing what he believed to be the weapons and the vehicle keys being thrown out of the windows, the head agent began to relax a little. He had been in this position many times, and the endings weren’t always nice. He had been a negotiating agent for more than fifteen years and he had seen some of the most unnecessary outcomes in cases like the one he was negotiating now. The last thing he wanted to have happen was a shoot-out on a busy highway and wind up killing two troubled blacks, possibly getting both his men and innocent people hurt in the process.
After giving it some thought, he was confident that the outcome of this episode would be different.
“Very good, now slowly exit the vehicle, one at a time,” he shouted into the bullhorn.
Treacherous laughed to himself at the naiveness of the agent.
Dumb mu’fuckas. All that training for nothing, he thought, referring to how easy it was to fool them. By now Treacherous had snatched up the two matching P-90 submachine guns with the see-through fifty-round clips on each side of the guns, which contained armor-piercing bullets. In total, he had two hundred rounds of cop killers in his possession, and intended to use them all. He took one last look over at Teflon, then leaned in, giving her a kiss on the lips. They were still a little warm.
“I love you, Tef,” Treacherous spoke before he grabbed the door handle of the Mercedes- Benz.
Chapter One
“Ma’am. Push, push,” the doctor requested.
“I am, goddammit,” Teresa screamed back as Rich stood in the background with arms folded. He had a blank expression on his face. Rich was not ready to bring a child into a world that he felt was cruel and unjust, nor was he ready to become a father, but Teresa had insisted on having the baby. That being the case, Rich felt he owed her that much to stick by her once she told him of her decision, knowing all she had been through prior to and up until the time they had come back in contact with each other. Not including what she tolerated when it came to him. Teresa had been there fo
r Rich through thick and thin, whether he wanted her to be or not, because she loved him.
Teresa Freeman fell hard for Richard Robinson, known as Richie Gunz, the first time they had met. The meeting was an awkward situation. Teresa was a good girl who was only attracted to bad boys. Being a redbone from Georgetown was like being Queen Elizabeth from England to all the pimps, players, and gangstas alike who were from not only Georgetown but from Norfolk, Hampton, Newport News, Portsmouth, and Virginia Beach as well. Teresa Freeman used that knowledge to her advantage to get some of the most major cats who ran the Virginia streets to pay attention to her. Although she was still a bona fide virgin, she was very much promiscuous for a seventeen-year-old, and every chance she got, she let it be known she still possessed her virginity, which only heightened men’s attraction and lust for her tender-looking body. She stood every bit of five feet ten, possessing some of the smoothest-looking, long sunflower, complexioned legs ever introduced to mankind. They led up to a voluptuous heart-shaped apple bottom, followed by a petite waist that could be no more than a size twenty-eight, with a flat midsection to match, and a pair of marshmallow-soft 34C cups that stood at attention with grape-size nipples that protruded through her shirt. Even when she was braless her breasts stood at attention. Her lips were full, but her mouth was small. She possessed a sharp nose, with high cheekbones and a round face. Her eyes were quarter sized, not to mention gray, and they sparkled at the drop of a dime, making the strongest man melt. Teresa was definitely a sight to see coming through any area with her long, silky God-given, auburn-colored hair hanging down to the lower part of her back. Any man in his right mind would love to have a young trophy such as Teresa on his arm, and she knew it. What really attracted all the men to Teresa was the fact that she had come from a good pedigree: one of the best in Virginia.
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