Trapstar 3 (17 page)

“All subjects are on the move, do we take them down, sir?”

Sanders watched as Brianna bolted across the street.

“Sir, do we take them down?” the officer yelled a second time.

“No, stand down, stand down. Everyone just stand down, do not move!” Sanders said as he made his way to the front of the surveillance truck. “Thompson, follow them, but not too close.”

Thompson nodded and started the truck. “What the hell is going on?” Sanders said as Thompson pulled out onto the street.

The officers assigned to Kasy saw him throw his gun in the passenger seat. Instead of standing down, they turned their lights on.

Kasy looked in the rear view mirror and then back at the gun in the seat. “Fuck!” Kasy said. If he was searched and found with a weapon, this would be his third strike.

The engine of his Cobra revved as he looked at the officer in the rear view and the street. He punched the gas and spun out. The officers took off after him. Kasy’s car was built for speed, and he was a good driver. The cops had a difficult time maneuvering through the residential streets. Kasy knew he needed to get to the interstate to lose these pigs.

“Detective, they have engaged the unidentified male. He had a gun, and the officers are pursuing him.” Thompson said.

“What the fuck did I say? Fuck!” Sanders yelled as he grabbed the CB.

“Who is in pursuit?” Sanders said.

“It is Officers Adams and Smith, sir.”

“Did I not say stand down? Where are you idiots?”

“Pursuing the subject on Woodlawn, sir.” Officer Smith said as Adams made a sharp turn. The helicopter flew above, giving support to the units on the ground.

Kasy cursed as he missed the exit to I-77. He knew he had to make his way to the next exit, which was I-85 about three miles down the road.

Sanders and Thompson joined the pursuit. “Everyone back off a little… we can’t risk hurting civilians! Did you get that, Smith and Adams?”

“Copy,” Officer Smith said looking at Adams. “Shit man, I told you to calm down. We are going against orders.”

“What was I supposed to do? The guy had a gun.” Adams answered while weaving between cars, not wanting to let Kasy out of his sight. This was his first year on the force, and he didn’t want to be a uniform cop for long. He needed to prove himself, and if that meant disobeying orders for the greater good, then so be it. “Don’t worry I will take the heat for this.”

Kasy was just about to cross over West Boulevard when an SUV swerved into his lane, and hit its breaks, causing Kasy to crash into the back of it. He felt another impact to the side of his car, and his leg snapping. There were sounds in the distance of metal hitting metal, and the smell of burning rubber.

“Shit!” Adams said as he grabbed the CB to report the crashes. Units converged on the scene and officers jumped from their cars to check on the people in the vehicles.

The driver of the SUV staggered out of the truck and ran back to check on Kasy. Smith ran up to the mangled Mustang and asked the man to step back.

“Hands outside the car!” Smith yelled. “I said hands outside the car!”

“Smith, the door is jammed. Shit, he might be dead.” Adams said as he assisted the woman from the Honda that had slammed into the side of Kasy’s car.

“This mutha fucka hears me!” he yelled.

Adams looked on in amazement as Smith climbed over the Honda and pulled back what was left of Kasy’s windshield. Kasy had a huge gash in his forehead and his arm was stuck between the door of the car and his seat. Adams gave the woman to the EMT, and trotted back to the Mustang.

Smith had his gun drawn on Kasy, who seemed barely conscious.

“I said, hands up.” Smith yelled again.

“Smith! Smith the man can’t move.” Adams spoke, trying to bring some reasoning to his partner. He then reached in through the window and grabbed the .45 from the floor. “I need a medic over here now.” Adams yelled.

Sanders ran up to the car, and looked in. “What the … damn!” Sanders said, looking at the blood oozing from Kasy’s forehead. Sanders kicked the Honda, and then looked up at Smith who had his gun drawn on Kasy. Before Thompson could stop him, Sanders was on the hood of the Mustang punching Smith.

Officers rushed to separate the two men as the fireman and EMT yelled for them to get back. They were going to have to use the Jaws of Life to get Kasy out of the car. Thompson finally got Sanders to let go of Smith and dragged his partner back to the police truck.

“Detective, you need to calm down!” Thompson said, pushing him inside the truck.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Sanders yelled as he sat down in the seat. “What a mess!”

Herman slowly opened his eyes; a strong smell of feces hit his nose. He tried to move, but realized that his hands and feet had been bound to a chair. The gag in his mouth tasted sour and smelled like shit. He had to fight back the vomit that was making its way up his throat. He could only see light through the black cloth bag that covered his head. Mixed with the smell of shit, was the smell of marijuana. He wished he could have put his teeth between the rag and his tongue, but the gag had been tied tightly and he couldn’t prevent tasting the rancid cloth.

Selena sat in a chair in front of Herman blowing smoke from her blunt into his face. She took one last hit off the Backwoods and stood. She snatched the bag off his head. Herman blinked to adjust his eyes to the light. Once he could focus, his stomach dropped as he looked into Selena’s cold glare. Her anger and pain smoldered in her eyes. Seeing the daggers fly from her fierce look, Herman knew that his pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears.

“So nigga, you comfy?” Selena asked as she stood. “I hope so, how do you like this place huh? Lovely isn’t it?” She inhaled, laughed, and took out a piece of gum. “Man, I had a nasty taste in my mouth. But nothing like the taste you have in your mouth, huh? Yeah I wanted to find something that was similar to the bad taste I had, and still have in my mouth from what you did to my baby cousin. I know no matter how much I brush, gargle, and hell, get cleanings I still will never get that taste out my mouth. So I want to make sure that you shared in my experience. The closest thing I could find to match the taste in my mouth from that night was some dog shit.” Selena said, pointing to the gag in Herman’s mouth.

Herman began struggling, and let out a muffled yell at Selena. She shook her head as she walked over to the window. The females who had snatched Herman for her sat on the steps talking, texting, and laughing. Selena watched them. They had shown her loyalty and love in her time of need. They had proven they would ride with her by kidnapping Herman’s ass for her, and now they were waiting to do whatever they needed to do to help her get her revenge.

“Yeah nigga, I mean bitch, cause you are definitely not a man! What kind of man would allow his daughter to be kidnapped, raped, and then kill an unarmed child?” Selena yelled.

Herman looked at her with terror in his eyes.

Selena flexed her hand and laid an upper cut across Herman’s jaw, knocking him and the chair back.

The women ran in the house, hearing the commotion. “You okay,” Ivory said looking at Herman laying on the floor.

“Yeah, I’m great. Help me get this piece of shit up.” Selena said to Ivory.

Ivory and Selena lifted the chair up. She flexed her right hand and smiled at Herman. He coughed, and blood from the missing tooth and his cut tongue spewed on his shirt.

Selena looked at him. He was slumped over, coughing and in pain. For a moment, she had pity on him, then her mind went to seeing Chatima lying on the floor in a pool of blood and the sounds of her aunt’s voice screaming when she called to give her the news. No, it would be no pity in her heart for this nigga.

Selena bent down close to Herman’s ear. “You ready to die, motherfucker?” Selena yelled at him, as she punched him again in the cheek, and then spit in his face. The spit landed on his forehead and slid down his nose. She pulled out her glock and placed the barrel between his eyes. “Nah, nigga… a quick death is too good for a motherfucker like you.” Her finger felt numb as she held it on the trigger, so she took a deep breath and sat down in the chair that was in front of Him.

“Ummmm… ummmm… ummmmm.” Herman kept trying to speak with the gag in his mouth. Selena reached down and pulled the rag out his mouth temporarily. She wanted to hear his last pleas for life.

“Say your piece, nigga, before I send you to hell.”

With a quaking voice, he mustered out a sentence. “Let me say something before you kill me,” Herman pleaded. “Trust me, I think you want to hear this. If you kill me right now, Brianna and Charrise’s mother won’t live to see next week. Starvation and dehydration will claim her life in the most vicious way,” Herman said, turning his head to spit out a glob of blood.

Selena felt a chill go up her back. She studied Herman; hearing him mention harm coming to Lorraine caused her finger to squeeze the trigger. She steadied herself for a moment, this was just one of his bullshit attempts to weasel his way out of paying his debt for what he had done. However, she needed to be sure that he was only bluffing. She pressed the barrel of the gun against his forehead again.

“Nigga what you talking about?”

“I got her somewhere safe… for now,” he answered, giving Selena a serious look.

“You lyin’,” she shot back.

“Try to call her then… Call that bitch Brianna or Charrise, I guarantee you they haven’t heard nothing from her.” Herman said, now starting to smile.

Selena got up, walked over to her purse sitting on the table and retrieved her cell phone from it. She punched in Lorraine’s cell phone number and it went straight to voicemail. She quickly hung up the phone and then tried to call the house phone. That line just kept ringing and ringing. Lorraine was not answering, and with each ring, Selena’s heart rate increased. She looked at Herman sitting in the chair. She had to stop herself from screaming and unloading the clip into him. Her head began to spin, so she braced herself against the wall.

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Brianna and Jonathan pulled up to Charlotte Memorial Hospital, only to see Cowboy’s car surrounded by police officers and detectives in front of the emergency room door. Brianna’s heart raced after seeing blood all over his steering wheel and driver’s seat. The detectives were trying to take as many pictures and collect as much evidence as they could before they placed the car on the flatbed. Brianna and Jonathan hurried into the emergency room lobby and walked up to the admissions station.

“I’m looking for my father. His name is Mr. Parson,” she said, walking up to the nurses’ station.

The nurse keyed something into the computer. She slid her finger down the screen. “Your father has been taken into surgery. I can have someone take you to the waiting area.”

“How was he when they brought him in?” Brianna asked, fighting back tears.

“He drove himself here, Ms. Parson. When he got inside, he collapsed, and we rushed him to the OR. I’m sorry that is all the information I have right now.”

Jonathan wrapped his arms around Brianna and led her to a chair. She buried her face in his shoulder and cried. She began to pray to God, begging him not to take her father away from her.

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Charrise needed some time to herself, away from everyone. The last year and half had really taken a toll on her. She had gone from being totally in love with Dre, to being raped and finding out that her own father was partially or maybe even totally responsible. She would never truly know, since it was evident that Brianna and everyone else was keeping secrets from her. Charrise shook her head, hoping to get those and other memories out her mind.
Not today,
she thought to herself. Although she had checked into Ballantine resort and spa two days ago, she had spent the full 48 hours inside her room, soaking and crying. But today, she had made up her mind that she would enjoy the amenities available to her.

She took her time going through the brochure of the resort to see what activities would suit her best. She decided on the “Golf for the Day” package. Although she couldn’t play a lick of golf, she knew she felt like hitting something. She needed to release some stress, and maybe that little white ball would do the trick. The golf package started with a gourmet breakfast. Once Charrise looked over at the clock, she realized that the morning meal would be served in less than twenty minutes. She knew she didn’t have time for a full shower, so she would have to settle with a quick wash up.

She sat her naked body on the side of the tub, and with the water running, cleaned her key areas. She quickly brushed her teeth and slipped on her white True Religion shorts and a red and white Polo golf shirt. The only shoes she had were sandals, so she knew she would need to purchase some golf shoes from the lobby store. She was going to have to buy a hat also, because it would take at least another hour to get her hair straight. It was times like these that she envied Brianna and Selena, with their long good Indian hair. The thought of her two girls made her smile. She knew that both loved her tremendously and would do anything for her. But she was tired of them and everyone else treating her like a child when it was convenient for them. She knew she would have to forgive them at some point, but as of right now, she was going to make them suffer before she did so.

Walking into the downstairs reception area, Charrise really took in the beautiful decor of the resort. The weather was perfect to be outside, so she took a table on the outdoor patio. While in the resort store, she had picked up a pair of Gucci frame sunglasses while purchasing her golf shoes and hat. The shades were quite expensive, but she was using the credit card that Brianna had given her for expenditures when she traveled for business.

Shit, she owes me.
Charrise thought to herself before placing the glasses and the other items on the counter.

“Hey you… I hate to be staring at you like I was, but I’m sure I have met you, I just can’t seem to place where, and it’s bothering me tremendously.”