“Oh yes, I’m sorry, please excuse me,” Dr. Jackson apologized. The truth was ever since the incident with Baby and Treacherous he was leery of all new faces. The fact that they were black and in plain clothes didn’t help the matter either. He was still bothered by the fact that he had escaped becoming a statistic and made it out of the ghetto through education and serving his country, only to have what he came from come to his front door. He took a more thorough look at Randle and Love. “Either of you serve?” he asked.
“Only law enforcement,” Love answered. Randle followed up with a head nod.
Dr. Jackson believed the two men were actual police officers. “You’re still protecting our country.” He opened the door and invited the detectives in. “Excuse the noise,” Dr. Jackson said in reference to the barking.
“No problem,” both men sang in unison.
Once sitting in his office, Dr. Jackson rewound his mental tapes and played them back to the detectives of his run-in with who they believed to be Treacherous and Baby.
“So, what about the girl?” Love asked. “She didn’t need any medical attention?”
“If she did, I didn’t treat her,” Dr. Jackson replied.
Love was hopeful after hearing the doctor’s response to his question. “Thank you for your time. If we come across anything we’ll let you know. Sorry for your inconvenience.” The two detectives stood up.
“Thank you, guys, for stopping by.” Dr. Jackson flashed a friendly smile. He saw the detectives to the door.
“It’s definitely them,” Arthur Love was the first to say once outside and out of earshot of the doctor.
“No doubt about it,” Randle agreed. “And he’s badly hurt, so that confirms the blood in the taxi,” he added.
“Yeah,” was all Arthur Love said. His mind was elsewhere. Despite all that had happened it was still difficult for him not to be a concerned parent. All he could think about was how relieved he was to hear that his daughter was not hurt, when he knew he should have been focusing on gathering information so that she and her boyfriend could be brought to justice.
Chapter Twelve
“You sure this is the right room?” Joshua Black asked Frank McNitty, looking at the motel room key he had just been handed.
“I’m positive, 148, ’round back.” The young swimmer-built Irish kid by the name of Frank McNitty nodded. His deep green eyes shifted toward the right of him as he pointed. “I’m not sure if they’re who you’re looking for, but according to the description given to me by Rudy at my school, I’m almost for sure it’s them,” he added.
He felt flustered and his words came out a little nervously. His freckled face nearly matched his bushy red hair now. Looking at Joshua Black confirmed his opinion about the person who told him how he could earn some cash. When he’d first heard from Rudy, an Irish kid he always thought to be bad news, about a reward for information on a couple fitting the description of the suspicious black couple staying at the motel he worked at, he was reluctant to entertain it. Had it not been for his financial struggles he wouldn’t have even considered inquiring more. But between trying to pay for his student loans and take care of his mother and little sister, he was desperate. When he found out the reward would be $25,000 dollars, it was a no-brainer for him. Now he was that much closer to the money he so needed. In his mind he had already spent the money. He had reasoned with himself that if someone was willing to pay that type of money for the whereabouts of the black couple then they must have done something really bad. That was his way of having no remorse, and his excuse not to have a guilty conscience.
Joshua Black studied Frank McNitty. “I’ll be right back.” He then announced, “If everything pans out, you’ll get what’s owed to you.” He relayed to the young Irish kid what was relayed to him when he’d first received instructions to check out the lead given to them by Rudy, one of Sammy’s young street thugs.
Frank McNitty nodded in rapid succession. Joshua Black turned and exited the motel lobby. He hopped in his sedan and drove around to the back of the motel. The room numbers started in the 160s, counting down. Joshua Black pulled over and parked.
His eyes shifted from his side-view to rearview mirrors. He checked his surroundings before exiting the car. The coast seemed clear. Just as he was about to open his door, a couple came staggering out of one of the rooms a few doors down. Luckily for him, they were too busy groping and kissing one another to notice him sitting in his car. He waited as the two lovebirds bent the corner and vanished. He was met with a foul stench when he climbed out of his vehicle. The smell was a mixture of secondhand smoke, urine, and old leftovers. He withdrew his handkerchief and held it up to his face. Moments later, he stood in front of room 148. He drew his silencer-equipped 9 mm and placed his ear up against the door.
The muffled sound of the news on television could be heard playing on the other side of the motel room door. He listened a few seconds more before pulling out the electronic room key and inserting it. The light turned green. Joshua Black pushed down lightly on the door handle and gently opened the motel room door. He wasted no time waving his gun around the room. It only took a couple of seconds to realize he had nearly shot up an empty room. He entered the room and let the door close behind him.
The first thing he noticed was how spotless the room appeared. There was nothing in the room that indicated anybody had been in it. There was no trash, used towels or washcloths, or personal items anywhere in sight. It was easy for him to draw the conclusion that whoever occupied the room did not any longer. He walked over toward the bed, snatched the linen off, and flipped up the mattress, hoping for a clue or something to go off of. He came up empty. He released the mattress and let it fall back onto its box spring. Something appeared from under the bed as the mattress landed, causing him to look down. A sinister grin appeared across his face as he kneeled.
He rose up and made his way to the motel room door. His work was done there. The casino chip belonging to the families was all he needed to confirm that who he was looking for had in fact been there. He let himself out the way he had come in and made his way back to the front desk.
Frank McNitty’s eyes grew with excitement when he saw Joshua Black returning. “So, is it them?” he asked.
“Yes,” Joshua Black replied.
Frank McNitty couldn’t hold back his smile.
“But they’re gone,” Joshua Black added.
Frank McNitty’s smile instantly turned into a frown. The familiar beet-red look returned from earlier. “Aww fuck!” he cursed. “So, what does that mean? I don’t get the reward?” The disappointment could be heard in his tone.
“I’m afraid it means your services are no longer needed,” Joshua Black clarified.
Frank McNitty never saw him draw his weapon from behind his back. By the time he saw the small hole of the silencer pointing in his direction, it was too late. The bullet penetrated his skull, sending him tumbling back. Joshua Black came around the corner and put one more shot in his head. He looked around until he located what he was looking for. Once he spotted the recorders, he wasted no time retrieving the video surveillance tapes. He then stuffed the four discs in his jacket pocket then calmly exited the motel lobby for a second time and pulled onto the main road.
Chapter Thirteen
Meanwhile, thirty-five minutes away from Richmond. . .
Butterflies danced in Baby’s stomach as she pulled onto the stone-filled driveway. She had no way of knowing what she had just evaded back at the motel.
“We’re here.” She turned and looked at Treacherous. She nervously watched as Treacherous took in the scenery. She took a deep breath then exited the driver’s side of the vehicle. She made her way over to the passenger’s side. She made an attempt to help Treacherous out of the car. He waved her off.
“I got it,” Treacherous announced.
“Okay.” She smiled proudly. She let him be and walked toward the door of where she had just pulled up to. “So, this is it.” She
introduced their new place.
Baby had been running around for the past few days getting everything situated for the two of them. She wanted everything to be perfect. It meant everything to her that her lover approved of every move she made on behalf of them. Baby’s anxiety grew for the big reveal as Treacherous exited the car. It wasn’t that she thought he’d be disappointed at her choice, she just wanted to show him that she would always have his back and that he could trust her judgment if they were ever apart. It was important to Baby that he knew that. He had proven his loyalty to her time and time again without even trying and she wanted to reciprocate. Although they weren’t bound by marriage, Baby had vowed to ride through sickness and health and for better or worse. Now, here it was: they officially stood outside of what would be their first official place to call home.
The first thing Treacherous noticed when he climbed out of the car was how quiet the neighborhood was. It was so quiet you could hear a needle drop in a haystack. All that could be heard were crickets chirping and a variety of hissing noises made by whatever lurked in the grass and trees. A sense of peace swept through Treacherous’s body. In the midst of all that they were dealing with, the area made him feel safe. The neighborhood sort of reminded him of the area Baby had grown up in. He could see why she had picked the one-family house she’d rented for them.
The neighborhood was the perfect place to hide out, thought Baby. She was surprised to have found the vacancy in the want ads section of the newspaper. After viewing three other properties, Baby knew the crib thirty-five minutes on the outskirts of Richmond was the right choice. Houses were spaced out miles apart, and there was no heavy foot or flow of traffic, so they didn’t have to worry about nosey neighbors or good Samaritans passing by. It was the type of area where the only people you’d see around were the people who lived there.
Treacherous made his way to the front door of the house. He continued to be impressed by the way Baby was handling her business since the two had been a team. They had come so far in a short period of time, he thought. He reflected on the chain of events. They had been running nonstop. Since the two of them had escaped from the mental institution and become fugitives of justice, it had been one big, chaotic whirlwind. Neither had a chance to breathe. They had every law enforcement officer you could think of looking for them. They simply made do with what they took along the way to survive, doing whatever it took, from robbing to stealing and even killing if they had to. Now, they had money, a car, and a place to lay their heads.
Baby was used to all of that, growing up in a two-parent home, but she knew he wasn’t. For the moment, she wanted to pretend that life as they knew it was normal. It had been so long that she was beginning to forget what normal felt like. Being on the run had her on edge and feeling like a hunted animal. It was beginning to take a toll on her. Baby just wanted to get away from all of that so this was perfect.
“Mi casa es su casa.” She stood in the doorway smiling. She used her hand to guide Treacherous inside the house.
She knew that this was a new chapter in their lives and needed to be as perfect as it could be under the circumstances. Treacherous accepted her invitation. He entered the home and stepped foot into the living room. He took in the whole 1200-square-foot area of the two-bedroom home. The furniture was a seven-piece, chocolate leather set. A sixty-inch Sharp flat screen complemented the area.
Treacherous made his way into the kitchen. He opened up the fridge. Baby had made sure both it and the freezer were piled up. She had also fully stocked the cabinets with food and beverages as well as color-coordinated dishes and pans. Baby could tell Treacherous was pleased. He walked from room to room taking it all in. She was nervous and happy at the same time as she watched him examine their new home.
Treacherous walked into the bathroom and looked at the two matching Polo towels hanging on the towel rack, and the toothbrushes that sat neatly on the counter. Baby followed. She stopped and posted up in the doorway of the bathroom while he toured the house. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. Within recent weeks, her face had a dark and vague look to it, but today she caught herself smiling. It was a vision she thought she could possibly get used to. It made her feel good to make her man feel good. Treacherous brushed past Baby. He gave her an approving nod and flashed her an inviting smile.
Baby followed him back into the bedroom. On the navy blue comforter bed set were a bunch of outfits in bags, and boxes of sneakers and boots, from Air Max to Timberlands, lined the floor. She had gone all out for him. There were True Religion jeans and a few pair of a new popular jean that originated from New Jersey called Red Tags. She had come across them on a commercial late one night on an urban cable station. She had a bundle of tees along with assorted Polo and Lacoste shirts that would have Treacherous looking like a model in a GQ magazine. Baby felt like a parent watching her child on Christmas morning as she watched the love of her life. She continued to lean in the doorway of their bedroom, leaning up against the hinges as he skimmed through the clothes. The more he was impressed, the more she was pleased.
“How did you get this place and all of this done so quick?” Treacherous turned toward her.
“Don’t concern yourself with those details.” She smiled.
The look in his eyes was priceless. For a moment she believed he seemed to be at peace. Her heart fluttered. No one had ever made her feel the way he did. The feeling was so strong it scared her.
He looked at the décor and walked over to the dresser to the array of cologne bottles, from Guilty Gucci to Armani, that were neatly placed there. He looked in the mirror and quickly turned around and looked at her. It was apparent by the way her hand was on her hip and her face was semi-twisted that she was waiting for a response.
“Wow, bae . . .” he began.
“I hope you like, because it’s all for you.”
“Like it?”
“Yes, Treach. I wanted it to be perfect.”
“I love it.” Treacherous nodded again. “You did good.” Treacherous beamed.
“You are worth every dime.”
Treacherous walked over to her. “I love the hell out of you.” He wrapped his arms around her.
“I love the hell out of you too,” she returned.
Treacherous stared into her eyes. He grinned. Then he pulled her in tighter and kissed her passionately. The kiss was so strong that his tongue nearly slipped down her throat. Baby was caught off guard by the unexpected kiss. But that didn’t stop her from embracing it. She was enjoying every bit of it. His tongue explored her mouth and proceeded to wrestle with her tongue. His hands began to glide in between every crevice of her curvaceous body. He cupped her round ass. Her knees weakened. She melted in his arms. His embrace felt like heaven on her body. She felted intoxicated with drunken love although she was sober.
Treacherous broke away from the embrace. He shoved all the clothes off the bed and guided Baby onto it. He removed his shirt and stood there in his jeans looking at her with a seductive look of desire in his eyes. He slithered his way onto the bed. All in one motion, he peeled her out of her black leggings. He peered down at the black sheer thong she wore. He then began to plant light kisses on the inner part of her thighs while sliding up to remove her BeBe tee.
Baby lay there anticipating his next move but enjoying every minute of it. Treacherous had her completely nude. He spread her legs and wrapped his lips around her clit. His tongue danced in a circular motion as he rubbed on her erect nipples. Baby let out mini moans of pleasure as he devoured her. The feeling was so intense. Treacherous placed two of his fingers inside of Baby’s wetness. She squirmed in delight. He continued to sex Baby with his fingers. She grew wetter and wetter. Treacherous knew she was ready. He guided his rock-hard dick inside her tight, wet hole. Baby’s love box moistened more. She opened her legs wider. Treacherous plunged deeper inside of her with long and hard thrusts. With each thrust she got more excited. The two kissed as he went deeper and deeper inside
of her love canal. They made love for hours before finally passing out. They faced each other. Baby lay there with her arms over his back and her legs wrapped around his. Their love juices and perspiration intertwined. Baby reached her hand up and began to stroke the side of his face. He had already started to doze while his semi-erect manhood was still inside of her. She lay there motionless as she watched Treacherous rest. Job well done, she thought, right before she too closed her eyes and drifted off.
Chapter Fourteen
Arthur Love hit his blinker and turned into the cheap motel’s parking lot. For the past hour or so, he and Randle had been up, down, and all throughout the city, searching for leads that would bring them closer to tracking down Treacherous and Baby. So far they had come up empty-handed.
“Well, this is pretty much the last one in the area,” Love announced as he pulled into the Quality Inn & Suites motel on East Cary Street.
“What the hell.” Andre Randle tossed his hands up in the air. “We’re already here. Might as well.”
Arthur Love chuckled as he put the unmarked car in park. They both took a quick survey of the area then made their way to the motel lobby. Arthur Love spilled into the lobby as Andre Randle followed suit. The first thing they noticed was that the front desk was unattended.
“Hello?” Arthur Love called out. He looked from left to right. No one answered or appeared.
“Maybe they’re on a lunch break?” Andre Randle paced the lobby.
“This time of day?” Arthur Love looked at his watch.
“Bathroom break?” Andre Randle shrugged. He was all too ready to throw in the towel. He was already convinced they had run into yet another dead end.
Arthur Love’s patience grew thinner by the second. He walked over to the counter and frantically rang the guest bell on top of the counter. “Hello, hello, hello,” he sang as he looked left to right for a second time. This time, as his eyes shifted, something caught his attention in front of him. When he looked forward, Arthur Love noticed that the motel surveillance monitors were snowy. His reaction caught Andre Randle by surprise, startling him. In a New York minute, Arthur Love had his service-issue weapon drawn. He began waving his gun in all directions, securing the perimeter. By now Andre Randle had his weapon out and cocked. He too waved his gun in all directions, backing Arthur Love up. Arthur Love made his way behind the motel countertop. The body lying up under the counter confirmed what Arthur Love had already suspected.
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