A Scandalous Philly Love Story (Part 1) (12 page)

Chapter 29

Dawn

My plan was coming together perfectly. I had Carter eating out from the palm of my hands. He showered me with gifts and romantic dinners prepared by Carlos. He made mention that he wanted to take me away. He asked if there wa somewhere special that I wanted to go. I told him that I had always wanted to go to Hawaii.

“Well, Lil Momma, your wish shall be granted.” I jumped up, making sure not to hit my protruding stomach and gave him a big hug and kiss. As I hugged him, I could feel his manhood getting rock hard. He tried on numerous occasions to have sex with me, but he would pull back and say not yet. Even though I felt as if I were betraying Ant, I was glad that I kept my hormones intact. As I went to sit back down, he got on the phone and barked demands at someone to make arrangements for our trip to Hawaii. I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. I couldn’t seem to hide my excitement because this would be my way of escaping. When I returned to the room, he informed me that our trip would be set for next Thursday. He thought my excitement was for the trip, but little did he know, this had nothing to do with him. My plan was moving right along.

“Damn, babe I can’t wait to get you away on one of those island. I’m going have my designer go out and get you some things for our trip. Hopefully, you’re up to traveling. How far long are you?”

“I’m seven and a half months, I should be all right,” I said.

“Okay, Lil Momma. Well, let me get out of here; I have some business to attend to, but I will stop back by later.” He bent down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“Okay, see you later.” I had gotten a little more freedom to roam the house without someone shadowing over me. I walked into the kitchen and asked Carlos if he could prepare me a salad. I told him I would be upstairs. I made my way upstairs and got relaxed and started talking to AJ. He was moving around as if he knew something big was about to happen. “It won’t be long, baby,” I told him, “we’re almost home.

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“Hey Patricia, I’m gonna need you to go shopping for me. I’m taking my lady on a trip, and she’s going to need some outfits. Now, you already know she’s pregnant, but I’m still going to need some sexy outfits and a bathing suit for her. You know with me that money isn’t an issue. Just charge it to my account.”

I pulled up to Fibber’s Sport Bar for a meeting I had because it was time to tie up some loose ends. I met with my boy, James. I gave my name and was seat in the back. I ordered drinks while Pedro and I waited for James to arrive. I forgot to mention that Pedro was more than my driver; he’s one of my bodyguards, too. When I looked up, James was coming through the door. He slid into the booth and shook hands with us. The waitress returned with our drinks. James placed his order and the waitress was off again. We wasted no time getting down to business. I had James following Dawn’s mom because that bitch had to pay for her hand in setting me up to serve fifteen years in jail. I told him that I wanted her ass snatched and taken care of by next Thursday while I was away. That way I wouldn’t be considered a suspect in her killing. I also had him tailing her husband because his name was ringing bells in the street. It was said that he was looking for me, but it wasn’t too hard to find me. I wasn’t hiding, and if he really wanted to see me, he could set up a meeting because his people knew some of my people.

“He wasn’t too good at what he does,” I said to my audience. “This pussy don't want no real trouble!” We all laughed. We placed our orders for something to eat. We just sat back, making small talk until our food came. When we were finished, I paid the bill. We shook hands and went our separate ways.

I felt good knowing that that little business would be handled while I was away. I also told James to off the hubby.

It was time to make Dawn mine for good.

Chapter 30

Cynthia

The Evening of the Mayor’s Ball

It was like the award shows; people were getting out of their cars and their limos to walk the red carpet and have their pictures taken. I was sporting a red and black Donatella Versace dress, with some black Christian Louboutin shoes. Jonathan had on an all-black Calvin Klein two-piece suit. We were looking sharp. When we walked into the banquet room, it was wall-to-wall with people. I spotted the Mayor and his wife, and I made note to thank him later for inviting me. Jonathan grabbed us some champagne off of a tray as the hostess walked by. As I was standing there, enjoying my champagne and some h’orderves, I thought I heard a familiar voice. When I turned around, I came face to face with Eric. He stood there with some attractive woman on his arm, who seemed to be of mixed descent.

“Well, look who it is, Diane,” he said, with a smirk on his face. “It’s Ms. Cynthia Reid,” she gave him a perplexed look, as if to say, “Who is she?”

“This is a very good friend of mine.” She extended her hand out, so I shook it.

“Hello, my name is Diane Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stood there, mugging Jonathan, but of course, Jonathan didn’t seem fazed at all. He knew who Eric was, so there were no introductions made. Jonathan grabbed me by the hand and led me away. I thanked him as we walked off. I could still feel Eric’s eyes on me, burning a hole in the back of my head.

“So, that was the infamous Eric Greyson.”

“Yeah, that’s the asshole. He better be glad I didn’t slap that smirk off his damn face. The nerve of him to even breathe the same air I’m breathing.”

“Well, babe, you might not have to worry about him breathing your air too long. With his lifestyle he won’t make it.”

The rest of the night was very eventful. The food, the dancing, the mingling was all great, and I just enjoyed my time with my amazing, sexy man. Eric tried to approach me when I was coming out the ladies’ room, but as I told him in that note, he needed to stay away from me, or he would regret the day he met me.

“Bitch, I don’t take to kindly to threats!” he said, through gritted teeth. Jonathan must have spotted Eric as he approached me when I was coming out of the bathroom. When Jonathan walked up, Eric never heard him coming as he called me a bitch.

“That isn’t the way you should talk to a lady.” Eric turned around, and he was almost shy of three inches smaller than Jonathan.

“Man, I’m gonna need you to step the fuck back from me. See, this bitch-” and whap! Jonathan knocked the hell out of Eric. He never even saw it coming. I pulled Jonathan away before he commenced to whooping Eric’s ass. As we were leaving, I thought I saw Marcy standing in the background, observing the whole altercation. I knew that bitch didn’t want any trouble. As the limousine pulled up, Jonathan opened the door and we got in. As we were leaving, I could see Eric standing in front of hotel, looking around. I got a good laugh looking at him clearly trying to see if he could spot us. It served his ass right because I fully warned his ass. As I sat there relaxing my mind, I felt Jonathan’s hands inching up my gown. I looked over at him as he licked his lips. When I looked down, I could see his dick straining against his pants.

“Why don’t we have a little fun?” he said. He raised the partition to close us off from the driver and slid onto the floor in front of me. It was hard rejecting him when he looked so damn sexy. He pulled me close to the edge of the seat, and his head disappeared under my gown. All I could feel was his lips and his tongue. I could hear the slurping noise that drove me crazy. I tried to muffle my moans, but he told me to be as loud as I wanted to, since the driver couldn’t hear us. I felt as if I were off in an orbit somewhere because of the way he had me feeling. I was on Cloud Nine. The sensations he was sending through my body had my legs shaking uncontrollable. He just kept French kissing my pussy. The orgasms were just ripping through my body back-to-back. When he finished, he came up with pussy juice all over his face, mixed in with a little sweat.

“Now, that’s a dessert I didn’t mind having.” He reached up, and I just licked around his lips, making sure not to miss a spot. When I finally caught my breath, we were at my front door. I tried to straighten my dress and my hair out before he opened the door. I didn’t want it to seem obvious as to what had just happened in the back seat.

“Jonathan, it looks like the driver has his work cut out for him.” He looked back at me and said, “Yeah, you’re so nasty!” and he started laughing. I couldn’t even look the driver in his face as he opened the door.

“Good night, Ms. Reid.”

Chapter 31

Anthony

“Man, so you telling me nobody got news on this nigga’s whereabouts? So, what the hell am I paying you for? I needed some answers like yesterday.”

“Look, Ant, I have people all over, searching and keeping their ears opened.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like you got your best people out there looking because this motherfucker’s head hasn’t been bought to me nor is my fucking wife here in my presence. Your people are just as worthless as these lazy ass Philly cops! Look, I want to know where this nigga is, his momma, his kids, his grandma or anyone who means anything to him by this time tomorrow. So, you and your crew have twenty-four hours to bring somebody to me!” Jahiem got up and walked out of Ant’s office; he was on his phone cursing somebody else out for not having any clues as to where Carter could be. Ant leaned his head back in his chair and placed a phone call to his brother, Raymond. When Raymond answered, he could tell his little brother was stressed out.

“Yo, bro. Wassup with you?”

“Man, these motherfuckers still haven’t come up with any news on this pussy ass nigga. My wife has been gone damn near a whole month. I can’t eat, sleep, or concentrate on shit. I need my wife home. I need to know that her and my baby are doing all right. Man, I’m going crazy over here. I need something to happen and soon.”

“Look here, you not gonna be any good to her when she comes home if you don’t take care of yourself. I’ll tell you what, let me put some of my people out there, and I can guarantee you either his whereabouts, or even better, that nigga himself in person. Bet! So, do yourself a favor and get some rest, and eat something, too.” They hung up the phone, and Ant felt somewhat better.

Before he could make it out of his office, his phone rang. He looked at the screen, and Camille’s number popped up.

“Hey, Camille what’s going on?” It sounded as if she had been crying. “Hello, Camille, are you there?”

“Yeah, Anthony, I’m sorry to be calling you, but have you heard from my mother?”

“I talked with her Tuesday evening when she came over to check on me. “Why, what’s wrong?” I asked.

“Well, she was supposed to meet up with Gerald for dinner last night, but, he didn’t think much of it because she was complaining of a headache, so he figured she fell asleep. So, this morning when he called he, he got no answer. He went over to the house, and it was ransacked. He said it looked as if there had been a struggle of some kind. There was even blood all over the place. So, he called the cops, and then he called me and Deja after. So, we’ve been here at her house, calling her cell phone and hoping she would answer or something. I know it sounds crazy, but what if Carter got to her? I told her to either come here or go to Gerald’s, but of course, she didn’t listen. Now she’s gone!” she wailed, breaking down in a heart-shattering cry. I told her I would be there in a few and disconnected the call. I wasn’t exactly sure what I could do, but I could show my support. I called my brother and told him to put a rush on it because now Dawn’s mom was missing. As I got in my Benz, my text alert went off.

It read:

Hey babe it’s me I need you to know me and AJ are doing okay, but I need you to be at the airport. If you haven’t figured it out, Carter was the one who kidnapped me and tonight we’re leaving for Hawaii. We’re supposed to be at the airport by 7:30. Babe please be there. Love Dawn

I stopped the car and pulled over to read the text over again. I needed to contact Jahiem and Raymond because I was gonna need them to meet me out at the airport; that nigga wasn’t leaving on the trip. The next person I called was Camille to let her know that I heard from Dawn. She started throwing questions out there that I didn’t have the answers to, but I told her I was bringing my baby home. I drove back to my house and changed my gear and put on my bulletproof vest. I also made sure I had my two friends on my hip, Peggy and Sue, and extra clips because I planned to unload on that nigga. When I looked at the clock, it was 6:15pm, and I was heading back out of the door. This time, I got in my all-black Suburban. It had tinted windows and was fully load. I reached the airport in record time. I met up with my brother and Jahiem, and they already had the parking lots and the ramps covered. That bitch ass nigga was gonna catch it. I just told them to let their guys know to be careful and to make sure that nobody hit my wife.

I was posted up in the parking lot, facing the entrance and waiting for them to arrive. When I got word from one of Jahiem’s men that Carter’s Lexus was pulling up, I got ready. I got out of my truck and strolled over to where they were unloading the car. Carter took Dawn by the hand as he guided her out the jet.

“So, Mr. Carter we finally meet,” he seemed startled, but he quickly pulled Dawn in front of him as he pulled a nine millimeter from his waist.

“Look, why don’t you let my wife go and face me like a man?”

“Man, you got me chopped if you think for one second I’m letting you have wifey.” He placed the gun at Dawn’s side, and she yelled, “No, Carter! Think of my baby.

“Fuck that baby; it’s not mine!” he yelled back. He back away, not knowing exactly where to go. I could hear Raymond in my earpiece, telling me to stand down and let him think he was able to get away. Raymond had a clear shot of him, but, before I could move, Dawn made a sudden move, and all I heard was gunshots. I got behind the shuttle to make sure I didn’t get hit, but all I could think about was Dawn when I saw her hit the ground. There were still gunshots going off because, little did we know, Carter had his entourage in a truck not too far behind him. I ran over towards Dawn, trying to make sure she was all right when I saw blood leaking out of her side. I started yelling for someone to call an ambulance. As I cradled Dawn’s head in my lap, I told her to hang in there. Someone yelled that the ambulance was on their way. Security was coming from all over, but I zoned out and didn’t hear shit. It just felt as if I were down on the ground, holding Dawn’s head for a really long time. When they finally got there, they ran over and picked Dawn up off of the ground.

“Oh, shit! She’s pregnant. Sir, sir! Do you know who this is?” All I could do was nod my head. I finally opened my mouth and yelled, “That’s my wife! Please save her and my baby!” They place Dawn into the ambulance, and I hurried over and got in right behind them. As we pulled off, the driver turned the siren on, warning people to get out of the way. On our way to the hospital, Dawn coded twice.

“Please save her! Don’t let her die!” I cried.

“Sir, please sit back down, so we can work on your wife!” As the ambulance turned into the ER entrance, the monitor sounded again.

“We’re losing her!”

TO BE CONTINUED…