Both Sides of the Fence 4: Bad Blood (8 page)

“Hey, girl.” Her face lit up at the sight of me. You would have thought we would have known each other’s voices, but shit we didn’t know each other that long to care. At least I didn’t. “I’m so glad you didn’t leave me hanging.”

“Yeah, girl. I’m real particular with my bathroom habits.”

“Me too, girl.”

I wanted to tell that bitch to stop lying but I kept it cool. “All right, girl, handle your business,” I said as I turned and walked away from her stall. Now was my opportunity to get rid of this bitch. I walked to the bathroom door and hoped that it had a lock. All I needed was a few minutes to handle this bitch.

I took my shoes off at the door and crept back into the stall next to her hoping she didn’t hear me. I looked at my watch to time myself. I gave myself five minutes to get this done. As soon as I heard her flush the toilet I readied myself for an attack.

As soon as she exited her stall I grabbed her from behind and quickly placed her in a figure-four headlock from behind. I had a real good grip on her as she tussled to break free, but the bitch was no match for me. I was a black belt and I had some incredible strength when I was in the moment. It didn’t take but thirty seconds for her to go limp. I dragged her into the handicap stall and closed the door. I had to make sure this bitch was really dead. I had to think quickly. I pulled her body over to the toilet and placed her head in the bowl of the toilet. It wasn’t easy because the toilet didn’t have a high level of water. I pushed her head down in the toilet with my feet as I stood on top of her and used my weight to push her head down farther. I wanted to drown her but the pop I heard let me know that her neck was broken. Now that I was sure that she was dead. I hoisted her body up as best I could without touching her too much. I didn’t want to leave any evidence. Anyplace I thought I might have touched I rubbed down with a piece of my clothing to smear any fingerprints. With technology the way it was nowadays I was really pushing it with that. I locked the stall and climbed over to the other stall using the handicap railing and the toilet tissue dispenser. I washed my hands again and then exited the bathroom. I made my way back to the table like I didn’t just murder Alex’s latest bed buddy. It was all in a good day’s work.

“Girl, you ready to go?” Ashley walked up to the table and sat down next to me.

“Whenever you are ready,” I answered, smiling genuinely for the first time all night.

“Okay, let me get one more dance in and then I’ll be ready.” She got back up and made her way back to the dance floor.

“Jazz, did you see Destiny in the bathroom while you were in there?” Alex asked me as he walked up to the table. His eyes were really glazed-looking. I could tell that he was getting close to being drunk.

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you this, but as I was coming out I saw her go into the men’s bathroom with a guy.” I looked at him like it was hard for me to tell him this great lie.

“She was a ho anyway.” He picked up his drink and took the last swig of it.

“I’m sorry that I had to tell you that. But as a friend I couldn’t let you waste your time with her knowing what she had done. A real friend wouldn’t do that.” I reached over and put my hand on his. He looked at me and smiled.

“Jazz, you one cool girl. I’m glad you my sister homegirl.”

“I am too,” I agreed.

“All right, Jazz, I’m ready to go.” Ashley came back to the table and sat next to me. “Alex, where is the girl you was with?”

“Her ass probably somewhere on her knees. I don’t know.” He looked a little pissed off. He got up from the table and staggered a bit.

“Alex, Jazz is going to drive you home. You are too drunk to drive.” She looked at him and then at me. “Is that all right with you, Jazz?”

She didn’t know that she didn’t have to ask me to drive my man home. This was working out to be a night to remember.

“That’s okay with me.” I looked at her then at Alex. “Is it okay with you, Alex?”

“Yeah, girl. You can ride me home.” He smiled and staggered again. His words were all I wanted to hear right not. I prayed with everything in me that I would ride him when we got home.

We grabbed our things and we had to help him get into the car.

“Jazz, you want me to follow you home so we can help him get in?”

“Nah, girl, I’ll be good. He’s not that heavy. If I can lift some of them heavy folks up at work I can definitely help him make it a few feet to his house.”

“All right, girl,” she said she started to walk away. “Text me when y’all get there.”

“Sure will,” I said as I hopped in the driver’s side of Alex’s car and pulled off toward home.

He talked almost the whole way there. Some of it I understood; some of it I missed because I was hoping and dreaming that tonight I would see what his dick felt like inside of me.

We pulled up to the building and I got out of the car and hurried around to the other side to help him out.

“Jazz, you are a lifesaver. I don’t know I would do without you.” His speech was slurred as he talked. But he had a smile on his face the whole time. I hoisted one of his arms around my shoulder as I helped him get out of the car. I made sure the door was locked and we walked up to the entrance of the building. I put my finger up to the fingerprint reader and the door unlocked so we could get in. We walked up the two flights of steps to where our homes were.

“We made it home,” he said as he leaned up against the doorpost.

“Yes, we are home.” I smiled. He put his finger on the fingerprint reader to his house and I helped him inside.

“I’m going to lay you in the bed and undress you and then go home,” I said as I helped him down the hall to his bedroom. It was a mess. His bed wasn’t made and clothes were everywhere. But that didn’t deter me. As soon as we got over to the bed he fell backward as if he couldn’t make it any farther. He was passed out cold. I almost let out a cackling type of laugh, but I held it in.

I kneeled down and took off his shoes and then his socks. I got up, leaned over, and unbuckled his belt. I pulled his pants off by the bottom of his pants until he was lying on his bed with his only his boxers and a shirt on. A wicked smile had covered my face. I was beyond ecstatic right now.

“Alex,” I called out to him. He didn’t answer. I said it a few more time a little bit louder. Still no response. So I walked around the bed to where his head was and slapped him lightly to see if he was really out of it. Still no response.

“All right, show time,” I said as I crawled onto his bed and over to him. I hovered over him and marveled at the beautiful specimen that was before me. I pushed his shirt up and felt his upper body. It was magnificent.

“Yessssss. You’re all mines now,” I said as I rubbed him down. I leaned over and kissed his abdomen a few times. I was getting wet down below. I had on a dress so I lifted it up and over my head, freeing my breasts.

I then reached my hand over to his crotch area and smoothed my hands around. I then started to squeeze it and play with it. I was losing my mind. I then reached in and pulled him out of the slit in his boxers. My eyes widened at its girth.

“I’ve been waiting for you all of my life,” I said as I started to massage it up and down. Alex groaned a bit and then shifted a little on the bed, causing me to pause in fear. It only lasted a second. I started breathing again and then I leaned over and took him in my mouth. He grew with every slurp that I took. I was taking it in my mouth as best I could, but he had a thick monster that filled my mouth up. I could only imagine what it was going to feel like to have him inside of me. A few more slurps and I couldn’t wait any longer. I quickly straddled him and put his dick at the entrance of my womb. I eased down slowly and gasped halfway down his shaft. I covered my mouth as tears welled up in my eyes. It felt so good to be here right now. I eased down the rest of the way hoping that the pain that I was in right now would subside. I would have never imagined that he was packing like this. I began to slowly rock until I had a rhythm going. My juice began to flow and pretty soon I was pounding his lap getting all of the past years of frustration and horniness out of me. I came numerous times but that didn’t matter right now. I was waiting for him to fill me up with his seed. I wanted to make this time worth it. I was in peak fertility right now and I wanted to be the mother of his children.

I rode him and rode him and rode him some more. It seemed like it was taking him forever to come. I knew that it was the liquor that he drank holding up the process, but I wasn’t giving up until I got what I wanted. Twenty minutes later his body involuntarily jerked as I rode him letting me know that his little soldiers were shot up in me like a rocket leaving NASA.

I stayed put for a few moments to make sure that everything was good. When I was sure, I pulled myself off of him and it felt like my womb was relieved from all of the pressure it went through. I tucked his dick back in his boxers as best I could, kissed him on the cheek, and exited his house. As soon as I got into my apartment my phone chimed.

It was a text from Ashley asking me if we made it in. I replied, yes, was in the shower; and she answered with, cool... later. I smiled and then rubbed my stomach with hope that this was the beginning of Alex’s first child growing inside of me. I showered and then crawled up into bed a delighted woman.

 

 

It was late at night and I was out doing some surveillance but it wasn’t for the case I was working for the city of Baltimore. This was personal. Ashley was out with Jasmine at a club. My excuse for not going was that I had work to do on a case. She didn’t argue or question me. She trusted what I said to her. Poor fool. I was surprised she was so gullible. I had really been playing the part of the adoring boyfriend so well lately. It was making me sick. Especially after that fiasco at the restaurant the other day. I wasn’t surprised that she liked pussy. She could have liked fucking dogs in an alley as far as I was concerned. It was in her blood. All the more reason to cut her off. I was staying close to her and her siblings until the job was done.

I was now watching Diana Parks coming out of a different club all together. She was with a group of girls and one guy. I assumed that they all went to the same college together. They all looked to be in their early twenties or very late teens. There was a whole mess of them going in and out of the club. It made me wonder if her parents knew all about her whereabouts. I didn’t care, because this would be her last night of partying if I had to say something about it.

Pretty soon the small group dispersed and a noticeably intoxicated Diana and the young man made their way toward a parked car. After he helped her in the car he damn near skipped around to the other side of the car and hopped in. It didn’t take long before the light in the car came on, the engine started, and they pulled off. I pulled off with them hoping that they would be typical horny teens and find somewhere secluded to get busy. After watching them go through a drive-thru for a late-night snack, I started trailing them again. I was becoming impatient as I drove a car or two’s length behind them. I let a car in front of me for good measure a few times. We were now on the east side of the city in a park not too far from where she went to college. It was a breeding ground for sin: dark, secluded, and a perfect place for two youngsters to fuck in peace. There wasn’t anyone else around surprisingly.

I parked a ways from them. I watched them start fumbling around in the car like they were supposed to. I was dressed in all black from head to toe with gloves to match. I got myself ready to make my move. I had a lot of work to do in a little amount of time. I eased out of my car and snuck up on the passenger’s side of the car. They had some music playing so they couldn’t hear me anyway. I had a gun in one hand and a chloroform-soaked cloth in the other. Without warning I popped up and shot the boy in the head and covered her mouth with the cloth muffling a scream that may have caused some attention to be drawn to the area and me. There was no one around but you never knew who else was lurking about in the shadows.

I quickly opened the door to the car and scooped her now-limp body out and over my shoulder. I closed the door to the car and made my way back to the one I was driving. I popped open the trunk with the button on my key ring and laid her in the trunk. I quickly tied her hands and feet and placed a nice thick piece of duct tape around her mouth with a piece of cloth in her mouth to prevent her from chewing through the tape with her teeth.

I hopped back in the driver’s side of my car and pulled away from the scene of the crime a happy camper. I had a long drive ahead of me.

I pulled up to my destination in record time. It was still dark outside. I didn’t worry about anyone seeing though because I was a far cry from the city. It was a place I thought about all of the time. It was a part of my nightmare and my revenge. My life changed here. It ended here. A new me was birthed here. Theirs would end here.

I exited the car, popped the trunk, and threw the now–wide awake Diana over my shoulders. She squirmed and wiggled but I kept my pace toward our destination. I opened the door. The smell of memories flooded my nostrils. I stood in the middle of the living room and inhaled.

“Home.” I smiled.

I lingered for only a moment as I made my way up the stairs and to the room where it was all going to happen, again. This time I would be the director. The cast was preset and I was writing the script. No happy ends for this one though.

I placed Diana in a chair that was in the room. I used some rope that I had to tie her down and made sure she was super secure. I didn’t want her to escape and foil my plan.

“Hey, baby girl. I know your mind is racing right now as to why I am doing this and who I really am. We don’t have time for introductions right now, but we will soon.” I looked in her eyes as tears flowed from hers. I checked her pockets for her cell phone, Bluetooth, and any other electronic device. I pulled a metal detector wand out from under the bed and scanned her whole body for any type of transmitting device that may have been implanted on her body. Technology was something else. You could never be too careful. I took all of her jewelry off and everything that looked like it could be used to store something for tracking her.

Her pocketbook was left in the car where I first got her. I didn’t care about that at all. I took her cell phone and Bluetooth so I could destroy them. No one would know she was here.

After I was sure she was secure I exited the house and made my way back to my home so I could get an hour or two of sleep.

I parked my car in my garage, changed the fake plates I had on it back to the ones that were registered to me and made my way into my home. I showered and lay down for about two hours before I hopped back up and left for a full day of work. Yes, I worked weekends too. My job was never done.

 

 

“Detective Crawford, we got another murder, this time at a club. I need you on the scene immediately. It’s at a club called Wet. Get over there.”

It didn’t take long for me to spring into action. I was out of my office, in a vehicle, and headed over to the scene of the crime within minutes.

I pulled up to the scene about fifteen minutes later. The place was swarming with cops and various other people. I crossed under the yellow tape and made my way into the establishment. This was the place that Ashley said she went to last night.

A few people gave me nods as I walked back to where most of the activity going on. Someone handed me some gloves as soon as I entered the bathroom. Forensics was already on the scene but they cleared away for me as soon as I walked in.

“What’s going on, fellas? Tell me something,” I said as I looked at two officers who were standing nearby.

“The club’s manager said they came in here before they closed the club to see if anybody was in here, but they only yelled to see if anyone was still in here and no one responded. The owner showed up this morning and she came in the bathroom to relieve herself and as a habit she checked the stalls. She noticed that the handicapped stall was locked and so she knocked a few times and got no response. She looked underneath and noticed a body on the toilet. That’s when she called the police.”

“Okay. I’m sure you have all of this documented already.” I looked at both of them.

“Yes, sir,” he answered.

“Make sure it’s on my desk ASAP,” I said and then turned to the lead forensic scientist. “Give me the breakdown?” I asked him.

“Well, this looks like a scene from a few of the other girls we have found. They all fit the same description. Young African American females, scantily dressed, weave, et cetera. It looks like her neck was broken but we will know more once we take her downtown.”

“Fingerprints?” I asked.

“None, but we are still searching for more foreign fibers, hairs, or anything out of the ordinary. This is going to be hard, because this is a club and the atmosphere gets pretty congested in these types of arenas. We may find numerous fibers and hairs other than her own on her.” He looked at me with a skeptical undertone to his words.

“I hear you but I’m going to need something. Work this scene over twice if you have to. I’m going to need everyone out of here who isn’t forensics. This is a crime scene, not a sideshow,” I barked. A few looked at me with side eyes but they followed the instruction. This had Alex all over this. I hoped that I was wrong. He was pissing me off by fucking with my plans.

It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon when I picked Ashley up for a trip downtown to the Baltimore National Aquarium. I was really growing tired of this boyfriend act.

“You are looking lovely today,” I commented as we pulled into a parking spot in a parking garage near the aquarium.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

We both exited the car and walked the few blocks to our destination. I had to admit I was having a great time at the aquarium. We took pictures and even held hands. After we had our fill of that we made our way to get something to eat at The Cheesecake Factory that was nearby.

After we were seated and our food was ordered, I decided that it was time for me to get the information that I needed to get out of her. This was a business and pleasure type of date.

“So did you have fun last night?” I asked as I gazed into her eyes. Her eyes sparkled with love. Too bad it was all a lie.

“Yes, I really enjoyed myself.” She offered up a smile. “But I would have had even more fun if you were there with me.”

“I’m sorry, baby. This case I’m working on is consuming my time. I hardly have any time to do anything personal.” I lied on all counts. The lines between business and personal were beginning to blur in my world.

“It’s okay, because I know that you have to do your job. I’m proud of your commitment to your job and to me.”

“I do my best.” I smiled proudly. “Was it you and Jasmine who went out last night?”

“At first it was only us, but we hooked up unexpectedly with my brother Alex and one of his groupies named Destiny at the club.” She laughed.

“Oh, really,” I said, happy that she gave me the information that I needed. “When is he going to settle down with one chick?” I laughed, but I was serious. I was hoping and praying that he had another good alibi.

“You know I was wondering the same thing myself. He’s been off the hook ever since we moved back here from California. I’m going to have another talk with him about his choice in the girls he dates.”

“Why doesn’t he get together with Jasmine?” I asked. “She seems like a good girl.”

“Nope,” she said shaking her head. “Not going to happen.”

“Why not?” I inquired.

“Alex won’t date anyone I’m friends with, and since she’s my best friend, she is totally off-limits.”

“Too bad.” I shook my head. “They probably would be a great couple.”

“True.” She nodded her head in agreement.

The waiter appeared back at our table as we finished talking. I was ecstatic on the inside. I now had to find out why Alex was using Jasmine as his alibi and if their relationship was real. I smelled some deception going on and it wasn’t my own.