by Roy Glenn
“After you, ladies,” he said and extended his hand gracefully.
“Thank you, sir,” Ryder said as she passed, putting the silencer on her gun. When she came through the door to the warehouse, Dalton and Lance were standing there.
“You’re not supposed to be back here,” Dalton said when he saw her, and Hassan come through the door.
Dalton raised his weapon, but before he could get a shot off, Ryder fired and hit him with two to the chest. Hassan followed Ryder through the door as Lance raised his weapon and opened fire. Hassan returned his fire and hit Lance with a shot to the gut. When Rain entered with Carter, she shot Lance twice in the head, and Carter did the same to Dalton.
“Make sure they ain’t gettin’ up,” Rain said.
Upstairs in DP’s office, Sean heard the shots and looked at Ricky, Calvert and Quincy. “Y’all go see what’s going on down there,” he said, reaching in the desk drawer, took out a gun and put one in the chamber. If this was who and what he thought it was, he would either need to be ready for them, or think seriously about getting out of there and making up a good story to tell DP later.
Meanwhile, as sixteen women masturbated for their clients’ entertainment in soundproof rooms, they were totally oblivious to the fact that a gunfight had broken out downstairs in the warehouse.
When they split up and went in different directions, Ryder and Hassan continued to move through the warehouse, as two men with AK-47s came out firing and forced them to take cover. One circled around to the side of their position. Before he could get off a shot, Hassan saw him.
“Look out, Ryder!” he yelled.
Ryder turned in time to hit him with three shots to the chest before he could get a shot off.
Rain and Carter made their way around the warehouse, three men came out of a door armed with Mini-14s and began firing. Rain shot one as he moved for cover, while the other two continued firing. Carter fired and hit him with three shots before moving to cover.
They were forced into an office and they hit the floor as the shooters kept firing. When the shooting stopped so they could reload their weapons, Carter fired and killed one and Rain shot the other man when they came through the door.
Rain got up. “Ready?” she said to Carter.
“Let’s go,” Carter replied.
As Ryder and Hassan moved through the warehouse, they came upon Ricky and Quincy, who were armed with Tavor Bullpup 5.56 assault rifles. Ryder laid down cover fire, while Hassan ran to cover. Once he made it and was set, he covered while Ryder joined him.
When Ryder raised her weapon and fired, the man took cover and shot back. Hassan emptied the magazine and put in another one. Then he stood up and fired twice, hitting him with one to the chest and one to the head. The other man opened fire at Ryder, and she returned fire, and then ducked for cover. When she made it to her feet, they exchanged fire before Ryder hit him with a shot right between his eyes.
When Rain and Carter split up in order to cover more ground, she moved through the warehouse looking for DP. Rain had just stepped in one of the rooms, and when she did, Calvert came charging at her and she fell to the floor, knocking the gun from her hand. Calvert fired at her, but his gun jammed.
Rain got to her feet quickly, assumed a Beom Seogi stance, a Taekwondo fighting tiger stance that Nick taught her. She looked at Calvert, smiled and waved him on. He laughed a little, dropped his gun and put up his hands.
“Don’t just stand there lookin’ at me like a fuckin’ pussy, make a move, nigga,” Rain said calmly.
When Calvert took a step closer, Rain kicked him in the face. He grabbed his face in disbelief and then he rushed at her. Rain stepped aside quickly and kicked Calvert in the ass as he passed. She laughed.
“That the best you can do, bitch?” Rain said and resumed her stance.
“You fuckin’ bitch; I’m gonna kill you!”
“No, you won’t.” She waved him on again. “But you can try,” Rain said and laughed a little.
Calvert rushed at her again and Rain hit him with a series of rapid lefts and rights to the face and then quickly stepped back. Once he recovered from the shock of it, Calvert rushed at her in anger and grabbed her. He pinned her against the wall, and he hit her in the head. But when he reached back to hit her again, Rain moved, and he punched the wall.
“Ouch, shit!” he said and grabbed his hand. “You fuckin’ bitch!”
“You said that.”
Calvert rushed at Rain again and took her to the floor. The two wrestled around and then Calvert got on top and began hitting Rain and she did her best to protect herself from the blows. That was when she saw her gun on the floor.
Rain began ramming her elbow into Calvert’s face until he rolled off her and then she made a grab for the gun and she shot him.
From DP’s office, Sean was watching the battle on the monitors and decided that leaving made more sense than shooting it out with them. So, he started to make his way slowly out of the warehouse, thinking that if he could make it to his car, he’d get ghost until this shit got settled. Then he would rebuild DP’s organization. “Without DP’s dumbass.”
Carter approached the staircase and saw Sean coming down. He fired at Sean, who ran back up the stairs. He stopped at the top of the stairs and fired back. Carter took cover and fired back at Sean and hit him with three shots and he came tumbling down the stairs.
With the warehouse taken, Ryder called Chee-Chee and told her to get some people over there. “Now,” Ryder said and ended the call, and then she called Edwina to take care of the bodies.
“Come on,” Rain said to Carter. “There’s something that we need to find,” she said and walked away.
“What you think they looking for?” Hassan asked.
“Why don’t you ask them?” Ryder said, and Hassan just looked at her for a second or two.
“You could be a little nicer sometimes, you know,” Hassan said, and Ryder rolled her eyes.
“I could,” she said, and she walked away.
Milton had told Rain that DP kept the women that he planned to sell to his overseas clientele somewhere in the warehouse. He just wasn’t sure exactly where. It didn’t take long before they came upon a locked door that led to a hallway that had three doors on either side of the hall. Rain blew the lock off and she and Carter went in.
“They’re here,” Carter said as he looked in one of the rooms. Once they got the doors opened, they found that there were five women that were heavily sedated. They were taken from the warehouse to receive the care they needed.
When they got back to J.R.’s late that evening, Kirk and Dawkins were there. Rain had a tip that she had gotten from one of her snitches. When the detectives left, Rain wanted to hear Ryder’s plan for taking DP’s legitimate businesses.
Chapter Twenty-four
Kirk and Dawkins drove to the address that they had gotten from Rain, they just didn’t appreciate the way that they got the tip. They had just gotten back to the precinct and were headed to their desks to do paperwork from a case they caught earlier that morning.
“Kirk, Dawkins; Sanchez needs to see you!” Lieutenant McGraw came to the door and shouted.
When they got to their old unit, Bautista was there with her new partner, Detective Greg Dickerson. She sat at her desk staring them down when she saw them come in, until Dawkins stopped and waved to her. Bautista rolled her eyes and started talking to Dickerson. Since she wanted to see him, Bautista showed up at his apartment at two in the morning, and she was drunk.
That night, Bautista had been out drinking with a few other cops, and that gin was talking to her and it was telling her that she needed Kirk inside her now. When she left the bar, she called him a couple of times on her way over there, but he didn’t answer.
“Fuck it,” she said and went anyway.
When she got there, Bautista assumed that if he didn’t answer his phone, he wouldn’t open the door. “And that’s ’cause he’s fucking that bitch of a ho,” she sa
id quietly and took out the key that she had made for herself. She let herself in thinking that if Dawkins were there, she would kill them both and cover up the crime, and if she wasn’t there, Bautista planned to quietly get naked, slip in bed with him and put an end to whatever was going on between them. But when she quietly closed the door, Kirk put a gun to her head.
“You make a move and I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off.”
“Don’t shoot, it’s me!” Bautista shouted quickly.
“Marita!” Kirk switched on the light. “I could have killed you!”
Bautista smiled and put her hands up slowly. “Sorrrryyyy.”
Kirk shook his head. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Bautista tried to put her arms around him, but she stumbled. “Ooops,” she giggled.
“You’re drunk,” Kirk said and stepped back a little. If there was one thing that he couldn’t stand, it was a drunk woman. “How did you get in here?”
Bautista held up the key she had made. “What kind of cop would I be, if I didn’t have a key?” she said, waving it in front of him. He snatched it out of her hand.
“You need to leave,” he said and opened the door.
Bautista closed it. “No, I need to get fucked hard and put to sleep wet.” She tried to put her arms around him again, but Kirk grabbed her arms and slowly lowered them.
“No, you need to leave,” he said calmly.
Bautista jerked her arms away. “You don’t want me!” she shouted.
“Not like this.”
Bautista pushed her way past him. “You probably got that bitch in your bed!” she shouted and headed for the bedroom only to find the bed empty. Bautista froze.
Dawkins isn’t here, and he still doesn’t want me, she thought and that made her furious and it was on from there. For the next hour, the detectives yelled and aired out all the issues that one had with the other, both personally and professionally. And as it turned out, each had a lot of issues with the other. The situation with Dawkins had just brought them all to the surface.
It ended with Bautista shouting; “Fuck you and that bitch!” and slamming the door behind her. So needless to say, Bautista wasn’t speaking to Kirk, so she wasn’t at all happy to see them, and Dawkins waving like that only made it worse.
“You wanted to see us, lieutenant?” Kirk asked when he and Dawkins went into the office.
“You’ve been summoned,” Sanchez said.
“Downtown?” Kirk asked.
“No.” Sanchez leaned back in his chair. “Rain Robinson called and said, and I quote, tell Kirk I need to see him today. He know what’s up.” So, even though they were most appreciative of the tip, the detectives didn’t like being summoned.
“You wanna hear what I got, or you want me to just handle this mutha fucka for you?” Rain asked.
“Tell me what you got,” Kirk said, and Rain told them the information that she had gotten. “Thanks,” he said and stood up. “This cost you much?”
Rain shook her head. “A little rock buys a whole lot of information in some circles.”
“It most certainly does. Thank you again, Rain,” Dawkins said.
“You’re welcome.” Rain looked at Kirk. “I like her, Kirk. Glad you got rid of the last one.”
Kirk looked at Dawkins. “Yeah, me too,” he said, and they left J.R.’s.
The flirtation between the two detectives had been going on since they partnered up, and that day was no exception. It was sometimes mixed with a hint of sarcasm, other times it was under the cover of the investigation. At times, it was discreetly veiled comments, and at others, it was plain to understand what the other meant.
He was saying, I want you.
She was saying, you can have me.
That morning, Dawkins was looking very sexy in a blue St. John Milano blazer and pique knit sheath dress from the Caviar Collection that hugged her hips that she wore with Gianvito Rossi ankle-strap sandals. They had just finished following up on a lead that Dawkins had gotten from one of her old gang informants that turned out to be nothing, when a call came over the radio about a drug store robbery that was in progress.
“We’re close,” Dawkins said excitedly.
“You wanna go?”
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Dawkins said, Kirk hit the lights and stepped on it.
When they arrived, the detectives exited the vehicle, opened the trunk, put on vests and then Dawkins grabbed the shotgun before Kirk could reach for it. They headed inside and the second they walked through the door, a masked man behind the front counter looked at them and raised his gun.
“Police!”
When the man fired at them, Kirk returned fire and the shooter went down. Just then, another man stood up from behind the counter and he began firing. Kirk and Dawkins ducked in an aisle and ran toward the rear of the store for cover, with Kirk firing his gun as he followed her. They took cover behind the endcaps.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Dawkins said and fired down the aisle, but she missed and one got away.
Then a man that was behind the pharmacy counter loading up on drugs opened fire at them. Another man came out of the back room and he opened fire.
“How many more do you think there are?” Dawkins asked.
“I don’t know, but we won’t last long here.” Kirk reloaded his weapon. “Cover me,” Kirk said.
When Dawkins opened fire with the shotgun, she was immediately fired upon. Kirk stood up, took a couple of shots, dove for the floor and fired. He hit the one behind the counter and then he crawled behind a shelf. With the shooter down, Dawkins stayed low and moved toward Kirk as the last shooters sprayed the aisle with bullets.
“This last one is mine,” she said, handing Kirk the shotgun and taking out her sidearm. “Cover me.”
When Kirk fired, Dawkins stood up and ran down the aisle firing at the shooter as he made his move toward the door. He stopped at the door and turned.
Dawkins gripped her weapon with both hands and fired twice, hitting him with both shots. Their adrenaline levels were off the charts as they stood over the last of the shooters, breathing hard and staring at each other.
When they left the scene and were heading to the precinct to file their reports, that adrenal rush made the nearest hotel their next stop. They undressed each other slowly, and then Dawkins neatly placed their suits on hangers and hung them up, with Kirk standing behind her.
Dawkins turned around. “We are still on the job,” she said and unhooked her bra.
“Wouldn’t want to show up at the precinct wrinkled,” Kirk said, and stepped out of his underwear.
“Oh yeah, this is gonna be good,” she said, peeling off her thong and then heading toward the bed with Kirk following behind her, admiring her ass.
Dawkins gently pushed Kirk on his back, grabbed his dick and stroked it, feeling its thickness and warmth as she put the condom on him. She straddled his body and eased herself down on it. Dawkins rode him slowly while he licked and sucked her nipples. When her legs began trembling on his thighs, Kirk began pumping harder. Soon Dawkins was moaning and pounding her hips down on him furiously and reached a very loud climax.
Dawkins rolled on her back and opened her thighs to him. Kirk crawled between them, and she guided him into her warmth. Each stroke was making her legs shake and her toes curl. The feeling of his mouth lavishing her nipple and his dick sliding in and out of her had Dawkins breathing hard and fast.
She was dripping wet and he was rock hard, gliding in and out of her slowly, hitting her spot over and over, and the sexy detective came again. It pushed Kirk to madness, and he started slamming his dick inside Dawkins harder and deeper until she felt him begin to expand and he came hard inside her. After they showered, the detectives got dressed and resumed their trip to the precinct to do their paperwork. That was when they were summoned to J.R.'s and were now speeding to the address that they had gotten from Rain to search for a rapist.
“We’re going to
need a warrant,” Kirk said as he drove away from J.R.’s.
Dawkins took out her phone. “I know a judge I can call to get one,” she said and dialed.
“Make it a no-knock.”
“Right,” she said. “Hello, Clarence? It’s Rachel.”
Kirk mouthed the words, Judge Peterson and Dawkins nodded.
“I don’t only call when I need something,” she said sweetly. “I might just be calling to catch up.”
Kirk shook his head.
“But this isn’t one of those times, Clarence,” she said and quickly explained the situation. “Thank you, Clarence,” Dawkins said, and she ended the call. “We got it. Let’s go do this.”
When they arrived at the house, Kirk and Dawkins approached the house with guns drawn.
“This may not be the best time to mention it, but how certain are you of this tip?” Dawkins asked as they got to the door and she readied her weapon.
“Dead certain,” Kirk said, and kicked in the door. “Police!”
The detectives entered quickly and proceeded to check the house. “Clear,” Dawkins said.
“Clear,” Kirk said, and the detectives holstered their weapons.
“When I checked the kitchen, I saw a door with a padlock on it,” Dawkins said and headed in that direction.
“Right behind you,” Kirk said, trailing behind her and admiring the way her ass swung.
When they went in the kitchen, Kirk was about to take out his tension wrench to pick the lock, but Dawkins beat him to it. When she had it opened, the detectives once again drew their weapons and proceeded into the basement.
Once they reached the bottom of the stairs, the detectives knew that they were in the right place. Kirk raised the flashlight and saw that there was a bed in the corner of the room with handcuffs and leg irons attached to it. There were blood stains on the sheets, and droplets on the floor leading to a sink that was stained with blood.
“Look at this,” Dawkins said as she shined her light on a wall that was covered with pictures of young girls.