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Vengeful Intentions (Trouble In Paradise book 2)

Victoria opened her gold case and looked at the row of joints, she pulled one out and snapped the case closed.  Reaching for the lighter on the dining room table she lit the end of it.  Her feet shuffled back and forth in a pace, her mind in a state of hysteria.  The clock on the wall ticked by slowly how many minutes had passed?  She hit the joint again and walk to the bathroom door willing it to open but it didn’t.  A sigh escaped her lips, puffing the joint again gave her a small sense of relief.  Inhaling deeply her nostrils flared as she exhaled through them.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Calm down Victoria, breathe this could be just a mistake we’ll give it about 30 more seconds then have another look.”

She shook her head agreeing with herself.  The joint went out she held the lighter up and lit the joint again then put it out, marched to the bathroom door and opened it.  Standing over the e.p.t. pregnancy test a shiver ran down her spine.  The window revealed a dark pink plus sign there was no way to deny this truth.

“No, this cannot be.”

She backed up until she hit the wall, this was the second e.p.t. pregnancy test she had taken.  An overwhelming since of dread came over her at the fact that the father was a toss-up between Joshua and Greg.  Her eyes shut and gravity took over.  Victoria slid down the wall until her butt hit the floor.

“This is a cruel joke,” she said.

Remembering the last time she saw Greg, they met at the Doubletree Hotel in Chicago and Victoria was so mad at him she fought, cursed, spit out venom, and tried to shatter his pride.  But he knew she was upset and her words didn’t faze him.  Once she got within his grasp he grabbed her and held on tight.  She tried fighting him off but he just held her.  Greg explained over and over that his intention was to tell his wife he wanted a divorce.  Falling in love with her wasn’t something that was planned.  He explained how everything happened just like life happens.  It was all a misunderstanding.

“So you didn’t know I was your wife’s intern?” She asked.

“Not at first,” he said “When I first saw you in the barbeque joint it was completely innocent.”

“Ok what about when you saw me on my lunch break at the lounge?” she asked.

“I didn’t know then either” he said, “but I wanted to get to know you since that was the second time I ran into you.  When I found out you worked in my company and was hired by . . .” he hesitated.

“Go on your wife,” she stated looking at him with anger in her eyes.  “Once you found out you decided to say nothing because you are a fucked up individual and the truth is not in you!”

She slapped him across his face a couple of times before shoving him away and walking to the door.

“This was a mistake,” she said “I should’ve never come here!”

Greg grabbed Victoria, turning her around he shoved his tongue down her throat kissing her with an intense fever that ignited their passion right where they stood.  Victoria started to protest and he deepened the kiss, she melted like hot butter into his arms.  He could feel her resistance weaken. His grip dug into her soft flesh embracing her deeper, she moaned wrapping her arms around him and kissed him back.

She stuck her tongue into his mouth and tasted the spearmint gum he was chewing on.  Greg kissed her so intensely and deeply she felt like they were one person. He made her head spin and Victoria felt dizzy with rapture.  If this was the fight left in her she might as well wave the white flag because she lost.  As soon as the man put his hands on her she was finished.  Only when he pulled back for air did she become more resistant but he apologized and explained the day away.

Before they departed they had the best sexual lovemaking experience since the day they were caught by his wife Caroline eight months ago.  Victoria tried to shake the images that formed in her mind of him taking his shirt off and coming out of his white pants.  He was brown and sexy from the tip of his nose to the souls of his feet.  As he stood over Victoria like Hercules her eyes traveled to his broad shoulders.  Mesmerized by his firm, smooth and sexy chest she wanted to fall back into his bed and let him gallop her.  As her eyes met his chiseled abs, she heard a small growl and knew it was going down.  Victoria was no longer in control of the madness felt towards him.  She wanted him to ravish her and he did.

Victoria shook her head trying to shake the images away but instead the pictures just changed up a bit.  When her eyes opened Greg’s eyes were looking back.  He started to kiss down her neck to her chest. He circled his tongue around her round brown nipples and sucked them into his mouth.  Victoria shuttered at the memory. She had to get up off the bathroom floor and get her mind together but she was paralyzed.  The images in her head of their love making were too strong.  They were in each other’s arms all night and she loved every minute of it.  The ringing of the phone brought Victoria back to reality and she stood up to go answer it.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hey sexy what are you up to?” Joshua asked.

Victoria swallowed she couldn’t tell him what she was really up to—stressing over the plus sign on a pregnancy test oh and by the way the baby might not be yours she thought but she said, “Nothing just flipping through the channels trying to find something to watch.”

“Umm baby why don’t you turn the TV off, I want to talk to you about something when I get there,” he said.

Victoria heard the nervousness in his voice and it made her stomach turn, or did something else make her stomach turn?  Either way she didn’t like it one bit.

“What’s wrong Joshua?” she asked, fear creeping into her for what he could say next.  No bad news she thought I can’t take anymore today.

“Um baby just turn off the TV and wait til’ I get there.  I’ll be there in five.”

He hung up.  She looked at the phone like it was a rattle snake.

“What in the world could this be about now?” she said out loud.  “Why does he want me to keep the TV off so bad?  I wasn’t really looking but now I’m wondering what the hell this is about.”

Victoria picked up the remote and started to turn on the TV then stopped thinking about her therapy sessions.  The irony of a shrink needing a shrink but this was different she reasoned.  But it really wasn’t, this was relationship therapy, her relationship needed help because it was about two seconds away from not being one.  Her therapist came to the conclusion that she had a tendency to do the exact opposite of what Joshua would ask her to do without realizing it.  Just like then, he told her not to turn on the TV he wanted to talk to her first; but her first instinct was to do exactly the opposite.  A frown came to her face realizing she caught it this time.  Wow progress, so we really do have a problem with something or another.

Victoria and Joshua’s relationship was better within the eight months since the big move from Chicago to Atlanta.  The change of scenery was greatly needed and she really believed it helped their relationship grow stronger.  Only one thing really still hung in the balance and it was Gregory Banks.  He would not go away, no matter how much she tried to put him out of her mind it was hard to do so with him constantly calling her.

Changing her number didn’t mean anything to him because he would have it within minutes.  He was in love with her and she was in love with him but she was trying to get over it.  He wasn’t making it very easy for her.  The last time she saw him they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and she didn’t know what to do about it.

**********

 Brandon Lamone pulled into the Hertz Rent-A-Car parking lot.  Danielle leaned over and kissed him.

“I’ll see you later.”

She opened the car door and stepped out.  The doorbell chimed when she walked through the door.  The thin tall guy at the desk had a name tag on that said Steve Wilshire.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up a rental that’s been reserved for Shumaker.”

Danielle pulled out her license and handed it to Steve.  He looked at it and ran her name through their database.

“Danielle?” he asked.

“Yes.”   He retrieved the keys to the BMW 328i Sedan.

“Would you like to do an inspection?” he asked. “There’s not a scratch on her we just got her in.”

She reached for the keys.  “That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” She turned and headed towards the door.

“Um, Ms Shumaker!” Danielle turned towards Steve.   “Your license, you’ll need these.” He handed it back to her.

“Thanks.”

The BMW purred to life and almost gave Danielle an orgasm.  “Damn,” she said.

Danielle was on a mission to find out as much information on Joshua’s whereabouts.  It was easy to get a number, but finding the rest of the information wouldn’t be so simple.  She headed to the public library where all of the resources needed would be available to her.  Oh how surprised Victoria would be when she came face to face with her.  Danielle squealed just thinking about it and it made her nipples hard.  The excitement was magnifying.  Danielle laughed out loud, “Hahaha!  I’m going to find you.”

She couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.  Here Danielle faced a murder charge and now was scot free.  Why wouldn’t her smile be satisfying?  I out smarted them all—the lawyers, the judge, and the correctional officers.  At one point Danielle thought she was done for, the D.A. tried to convince her to plead guilty and take a lesser charge or they would hang her during the trial.  They brought her into that interrogation room day after day, handcuffed and shackled but she stayed strong and managed to put a plan into motion that worked like taking candy from a baby.

Men were so predictable.  Throw a little pussy their way and have them eating out the palm of your hands.  Still laughing she beat the steering wheel like it was a drum.  She was very proud of herself.  Pulling into the parking garage of the library Danielle found a spot and got out.  Headed toward the elevator her feet stopped short.  Her body turned around slowly as if a presence was near.  Her eyes roamed the area settling on any shadows; she didn’t like the feeling but there was no one there.  Danielle did a complete three sixty and didn’t see anyone so she proceeded.  Adjusting the purse on her shoulder her finger hit the up button on the elevator.  Someone coughed.  Danielle looked up and felt the cold steel of an object smacking her against the back of her head.  She fell into the elevator door and passed out.

 *******

 Sheila let the crowbar drop as it clang to the ground sending an echo throughout the garage.  She grabbed Danielle by her ankles and drug her to the side of the elevator just as the doors opened and two women stepped off walking in the opposite direction.  The doors closed and Sheila waited until she could no longer hear the women’s voices.  Bending over she drug Danielle to the trunk of the BMW, put her in, and closed the trunk.  Sheila looked around carefully to see if anyone spotted her; she couldn’t leave any witnesses for what was about to go down.  After running back to get the crowbar she jumped into the BMW and pulled out of the parking garage of the library.  Sheila had a controlled determined demeanor.

She turned on West Congress Parkway and drove for a few minutes before pulling up in front of the city morgue.  Sheila pulled around to the back and parked on the side of the building.  Jumping out and running to a white van sitting in the alley she handed the guy inside ten one hundred dollar bills.  He got out of the truck and opened the back doors. He pulled out a gurney and helped her lay Danielle on it face up.  They covered her with a white sheet and pushed her to the back door of the building.

“Why does she still have her clothes on?  He pulled the door open.

“We’ll take them off once we’re inside,” she said.

“Where did you get the body?”

“Now I don’t see why that’s any of your business.”

“Never mind,” he said pushing the gurney into the building.

They walked down a long narrow hallway and into a freezer room with more gurneys and freezer boxes.  Danielle pulled out a syringe and a small bottle.

“This should keep you sleep,” she whispered.

She stuck the syringe into the cap of the bottle filling it halfway.

“What is that?” the guy asked.  Sheila looked at him, “Why are you so interested?”

She was told this guy was the type of guy that didn’t speak unless spoken too.  He was paid but still asking questions.  Sheila wondered for a moment if this was a bad idea.  Thinking of Leon pissed her off all over again.  Sheila stuck the syringe into Danielle’s ankle and looked at the guy.  He couldn’t be trusted.

“Great,” she murmured.

A slight uneasy look was on his face as if the guy was about to throw up.  Who would recommend him?

“Help me slide her in,” Sheila said.

She reached for the door to a freezer box and opened it, after removing Danielle’s clothes they slid out the metal plank and lifted Danielle onto it.  She pushed her in and closed the door.  The concerned look on the guys face let Shelia know he would not be able to keep this secret.  This was not good.  “Let’s go,” Sheila said.  They walked back down the hallway and out the back door.   “I’ll help you put this gurney back into the van.”

They opened up the door and lifted the gurney into the van.  While his back was turned strapping the gurney down; Sheila took out her silencer and put two bullets in his back.  He grunted, toppled over, and didn’t move.  She pushed him into the back of the van and closed the doors.  As the wind slapped her across the face she looked at her surroundings and walked down the alley onto the sidewalk.  She made a left and walked until flagging down a taxi.

“Taxi!” she yelled throwing her hand up.  The driver stopped and Sheila got in.  “Take me to the library please.”

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Trouble In Paradise

“I left my netbook in the car can you go get it for me?” Victoria asked.

“Yeah,” Shay said.

They were upstairs in the master bedroom of Joshua and Victoria’s condo.  Victoria needed to get online and do some research on clients she had been studying with Caroline and put together a report on ways to help a client in certain situations.  She hadn’t been able to completely focus on her work because of all of the drama going on in her personal life.  It was getting out of hand.  She had been in Chicago all of two weeks and everything had went from good to bad, real quick.  She had a feeling it wasn’t over.  Before she could get the thought out of mind she heard Shay scream,

“VICTORIA!!”

Victoria jumped up off the bed and ran to the steps.

“VICTORIA GET DOWN HERE!” Shay screamed.

“What was it now?” Victoria said.

When she got to the bottom of the steps she realized Shay wasn’t calling her from inside the house.  She ran outside, Shay was standing by the passenger door of Victoria’s Cadillac.  She walked over to her.

Shay stared up at her blankly.

“Your stalker has left her mark,” she said.

Victoria’s mouth dropped as she read the words

“WATCH YOUR BACK” in red lipstick on the side of her new Cadillac.

“I just know she didn’t,” Victoria said.  Victoria walked around to the back of the car studying every part of it.  There was nothing wrong with the back, she continued to walk around to the driver’s side and she gasped.

“I didn’t even look over there,” Shay said, “What is it?”

“The word ‘MUTT!’  I’m guessing this was supposed to go together. ‘WATCH YOUR BACK MUTT!’”

Shay walked to the driver’s side and cringed.  She looked at Victoria,

“What you want to do V?  We can get this chick.  She deserves to get dropped like a bad habit.  I’m down with you, what’s up, we can take this to the hood, this heifer don’t want it, I’m telling you V lets go.”

“I know you not gone let her keep picking with you like you scared after you done whooped her once!  You need to put the smack down on her again.”

Victoria looked at her. “What you want me to do, kill her?  I have already put her in the hospital and she still acting like this.  I mean this rat is a total psycho.”

She turned to walk in the house and Shay was on her heels.

“Hey, she can be a psycho all she wants but she still can get slap back every time she comes incorrect.  This don’t make no since girl.  What type of person comes all this way to keep stuff going after she done been put in the hospital?  I’ll tell ya what kind, the kind that wants to get put back in the hospital again, and again after that!  I didn’t come all this way to get caught up in no senseless drama, I came for moral support but there is no way I’m about to sit around and let her harass you and do nothing about it.”

By now they had walked back into the house, Shay was following behind Victoria ranting and raving about Danielle, they didn’t realize Danielle was already in the house.  She hadn’t gone anywhere; she wrote her note on Victoria’s car in her red lipstick then slid into the side entrance when Victoria went flying down the steps to marvel at her artwork.  She had Leon’s forty-five and it was about to get serious.  She was a black woman gone mad.  She wasn’t psychotic she was mad, pissed off is what she was, and she was about to show them just how mad she could be.  Shay was still ranting and raving about slapping somebody back when Danielle stepped into view.

“What the…?” Shay said and reached for her purse.

“OOO no I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Danielle said raising the forty-five so it could be seen.

“This is some major bull,” Shay said.

“I know right,” Danielle snickered. “And you were talking all that trash, my beef isn’t with you Shay but since you talk a lot I should shoot you anyway.”

Shay swallowed hard.  She did not come all the way to Chicago to get shot, or killed that’s for sure.  She didn’t know how she would get to her purse but she would have to get it, bullets flying between her and all.  She couldn’t go out just standing here and she had a 380 of her own in her purse that she had been to the gun range with.  Victoria had weapons all in her closet but there was no way to get to them now.  She would be better off trying to go for her purse then the closet.

“What do you want Danielle?” Victoria asked.

Danielle looked at Victoria like she was dumb, deaf, and stupid.  “Do you really have to ask?”

“Well why don’t you take him then, you want him so bad take him.   Oh wait, you can’t because he’s a grown man not a child and he doesn’t want to go with you.”

Danielle turned her aim from Shay to Victoria.

“Trick, what you don’t know is I will shoot you, right between the eyes without blinking, so I suggest you stop bumping those pretty little gums and shut up.”

Victoria tried not to sweat but she had to be real, the girl was crazy.

“Now I didn’t come over here to kill you but I will, because I hate you and even though I’m not supposed to have hatred in my heart, I hate you.  I just can’t shake how much I hate you so I’m expressing it this way.  I told you to watch your back and you didn’t even do that.  I don’t know what to tell you.  You’ve been warned.”

“Well what now rookie, get this over with, you might think you’re intimidating but you’re not!” Victoria taunted.

Danielle crossed the room in two strides and smacked her with the butt of the gun twice, Victoria hit the floor and Shay tried to make a run for her purse and felt the barrel of Danielle’s gun on the side of her face.

“Didn’t I say my beef is not with you Shay, tisk tisk, now I’m going to have to shoot you.”

“Danielle what are you doing?” Danielle turned to see who had addressed her and of course it was Joshua. “MMMM,” she said, “my man is home.

Hey baby, you’re just in time for the party!” she said.  “Is anybody with you?”

“No,” he said.

“Don’t play, I know Dantae’s with you so tell him to come on in,” she said getting serious.

“He’s not with me; he dropped me off and went to the store.”

Joshua looked at Victoria; she was sitting against the wall bleeding from her forehead.  Danielle had the gun up to Shay’s head.  She pointed for Joshua to come in and take a seat.  Joshua knew what he would have to do; he would have to play the soft role.  He knew Danielle and she would only fight fire with fire.

“Baby, he said looking at her, this isn’t you.  What are you doing?”

She turned her nose up and frowned.

“Oh please don’t try to play me, because I don’t have a problem shooting your mutt over here.”

She turned the gun back to Victoria.  She had the hardest look in her eyes.  He had never seen it.  He didn’t know this Danielle and he had to keep it together or she would probably kill them all and turn the gun on herself.  She looked mad enough to do it.

“What do you mean, I never said you weren’t, I just said we were moving on.  Look how long have we been in each other lives, of course you’re my baby, so what are you doing?”

Danielle felt confused.  She looked around.

“Don’t act like you don’t know I’m in love with you and you just push me to the curve and moved here with this stray and what does she have that I don’t!” she yelled.

Shay moved and Danielle slapped her with the gun.  Shay hit the floor.  Joshua stepped closer to Danielle.  If he could get her attention off of the girls at least they would be safe.  It worked.  Danielle focused on Joshua she held the gun up at him with unsteady hands.

“Stop!” she yelled.  “Don’t come any closer I swear I will pull this trigger!”

Joshua stood still. “Please calm down,” he said in a pleading gesture.  “You didn’t have to bring it to this point Danielle.  I get it, you’re so in love with me that you have gone through extremes to get me, I’m honestly flattered, I never knew you loved me this way.  Put that gun down girl, how you gonna hold that up at your man, how do you expect to take me back with you if you shoot me?”

She wondered if he was sincere. “I love you, she said. I always have, and you know how much,” she said letting the gun fall just a little.  “Why did you make me go through all of this?  You know this is way past extreme for me, but what am I supposed to do when my whole life is threatened?”

Joshua tensed; he didn’t know the girl was that in love with him.  They’re going to have to put her in a mental home, he thought, because she will hurt someone or herself.  He just needed to do something or say something to get the gun out of her hands.  He said the first thing that came to mind, “I love you girl.”

At that moment Victoria tensed up and a single tear ran down her face.  Danielle looked over at her and smirked.

“Told you trick,” she said making a disgusting looking face.

Joshua didn’t want to look at Victoria because his face would break and he would probably run to her.

“You love her, what do you mean you love this psycho?” Shay said.

Joshua said something before Danielle could focus on the comment Shay had made.

“So you’re not going to tell me you love me?” he asked.

“I love you,” she said, “with my entire heart and soul, baby you have no idea.”

“Well put down that gun and come to me, I want to hold you but I can’t with that gun in my face.”

Danielle hesitated; she looked around the room again then started to put the gun down when Leon rounded the corner saying,

“Danielle what is taking you so long girl I’m not about to be sitting in the car waiting for you and you . . . .”

Danielle jumped and turned the gun toward Leon letting off a single shot.  BANG!  Victoria screamed and Joshua jumped at Danielle two more shots were let off.  BANG! BANG!  Someone screamed again and then it was quiet.

“JOSHUA!” Victoria screamed.

Shay grabbed her purse and pulled her gun out.  Joshua had not responded.

“JOSHUA!” she yelled again.

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The only thing Briana and Tiana have in common are their identical looks. For Tiana, life is one challenge after another, but her greatest struggle is sharing a face with the sister she despises. Tired of living in the shadows, she comes up with a plan to finally have everything she ever wanted.

Everything seems to come easy for Briana, including her beautiful children, loving husband and dynamic career. Briana’s charmed life is ripped apart when she wakes up in the hospital with no idea who she is and no memory of her former life. With the help of the handsome stranger who saved her, Briana builds a new life and finds new love, while Tiana won’t rest until Briana has no life at all.

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His honey brown eyes searched hers. Charles felt her sincerity, and raw emotion ran through his gut. He was aware of her warm, soft, body invading his space, and he didn’t mind it one bit. His lips met hers and they kissed. A simple kiss at first, then his hands wrapped around her waist and their kiss deepened. He turned her toward him and she straddled his lap. They kissed like long lost lovers, his lips sucking the bottom and top of her lips before inserting his tongue in her mouth.

Briana’s stomach was in knots and she savored the taste of him. A moan left her mouth and found its way down Charles throat, which was met with his own barbaric, sexually stimulated grunt. As Briana slightly pulled away from him for air, Charles rained kisses down her chin, across her face and to her neck. Briana felt his arousal grow beneath her, which made her body heat up from the bottom of her toes to the top of her ears.

In a breathless voice, Briana spoke. “Maybe we should slow down.”

After she said it, she regretted it. No way did she want to slow down, at least that’s what her body told her. Charles’ fervent kisses slowed, but didn’t completely stop. Briana had set his emotions on high, and every loin in his body wanted her right then and right now. Slowly, he sat back, his broad shoulders and chest heaving, forcing himself to comply with her wishes.

“That wasn’t very Christ like, now was it?” Charles said with little amusement.

Briana fidgeted. “It’s just that…” She searched for the right words to say. “I don’t want our lovemaking to be in vain. I don’t want it to happen because you’re feeling vulnerable right now.”

Charles regarded her for a long moment, his thick eyelashes hovering over his strong penetrating gaze. His tongue swept across his bottom lip as he assessed her, tasting the sweetness she’d left lingering on his mouth.

“I can assure you,” he said, his voice deep and husky, “when we do make love, there will be nothing vain about it.”

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stephStephanie Nicole Norris is an author from Chattanooga Tennessee with a humble beginning. She was raised along with six siblings by her mother, Jessica Ward. Always being a lover of reading from early childhood Stephanie loved to read books by R.L. Stine. With a natural talent for writing Stephanie started her journey in 2010 to bring her stories to life. In 2011 her Debut Novel “Trouble In Paradise” was completed and shortly published in early 2012. Stephanie’s words tell stories of love, drama, deception, suspense, and restoration. She is inspired by the likes of Eric Jerome Dickey, Jackie Collins, Gwynne Forster, and more. She resides in Chattanooga, Tennessee.

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Hot Stakes part 3 the finale

The 1969 Chevy Camaro ran through the yellow light just as it turned red. There was no time for Jonathon to slow down let alone stop. His heart beat fast and there was heaviness in the pit of his stomach. In his mind all he could see was Melissa, not the road ahead, not the lights he passed or the stop signs he failed to even pause for. Tunnel vision clouded his judgment; he usually drove with caution especially since he didn’t want to get a scratch on his old school car. However, at the moment he couldn’t think of anything but his sweetheart, if anything ever happened to her he would be beyond devastated. All he could manage to think about was her phone call. “Call the police,” were her last words before the phone hung up.

That’s when he realized he didn’t call them. Jonathon felt around in his pocket for his phone but it wasn’t there. He felt the other pocket the only thing in it was the engagement ring he bought for Melissa. He cursed, “Forgive me Lord.” Jonathon had to admit, Melissa and her love for God was stuck on him. Never before was he so open to Jesus but he learned a lot since being with her. She was really good for him. A man that finds a wife finds himself a good thing and receives favor from the Lord. Melissa would never let him forget that verse. She hinted at marriage before but never pushed the issue. He wondered why.

The engine roared down the street like a creature in the wild. He was almost there and anticipating what he would find upon his arrival. At Hendricks and Frost Street, Jonathon made a left turning into a neighborhood. A police officer sat in the driveway of his home; he’d just gotten off duty when Jonathon flew past him. The officer’s eyebrows furrowed and he bagged out of the driveway making a fast turn toward the Chevy Camaro. When Jonathon saw the blue lights, he thought about not stopping until he got to the restaurant; anyway he needed the police there. Instead he decided to lose the cop so he couldn’t be in his way all of the attention would be on him when it needed to be on Melissa. Hitting the gas, the Camaro shot down the street fast, the turbo engine had everything to do with it.  When Jonathan hit the end of the street he turned right, then left, then left again flying into an alleyway outlined with a fence. Simultaneously, he took the keys out and hit the lights. The Chevy shut down and the police flew past him sirens blaring. Jonathon’s adrenaline was pumping, he sat quietly his chest heaved up and down. In the distance, the sirens got further away, Jonathon was almost sure the cop didn’t know where he was. To be on the safe side he sat for thirty more seconds. Those minor seconds felt like a lifetime. The silence of the night grew around him. It was dark in this neighborhood, there were four streetlights on the block but only two of them worked. Feeling as though time was of the essence, Jonathon puts his keys back into the ignition. He wasted no time pulling out of the alley onto the street making his way out of the neighborhood to the next intersection. Cautiously, he checked his rear view and side mirrors to make sure he wasn’t seen even though he could be heard. The dashboard clock read one am. He saw all kind of images of Melissa in his mind, knowing some if not most of them were exaggerated.

“She’ll be fine,” he told himself. “The police are probably already there.”

That helped him calmed down a little; reasoning with himself that everything would be alright. He couldn’t have another episode like the one he just encountered after all, how likely was it for him to get away from the police a second time?

“One more block,” he said coaching himself to the restaurant.

At the next light he could see Hot Stakes sports bar and grill. He sat at the red light, with as much patience as he could muster. The bar looked eerily quiet and still. Knots formed in his stomach. The light turned green and Jonathon took off. Making a left into the parking lot his eyes wandered over it; he spotted a car wrecked into a pole. His adrenaline soared with recognition of the car. “Tasha,” was all he said before pulling over to it barely putting it in park before jumping out.

There were gunshot holes through the back window. At the passenger side door Jonathon felt a surge of worry at the sight of blood. “Oh my God, please show me where she is.” The blood was too much for him, he turned from the car bent over and threw up, letting out the Budweiser, and microwavable dinner he’d consumed earlier. His body jerked, and he went down to one knee. When the contents of his stomach were gone, he spit getting the residue off of his lips.

“Lord, use me so I can get Melissa and her friend out of this alive, I don’t know what’s going on but you do. I’d like to think I’m strong enough to handle this but just in case give me what I need, in Jesus name.”

He jumped back in the car, Melissa was right sometimes all you needed was a little prayer to give you the boost you needed at times. There were no police, around. Jonathon pulled to the front door of the bar and cut the engine. Once there he thought it may have been better to leave the car where it was. If this was some kind of robbery, the last thing he wanted was for the thieves to know someone was outside and with the roar of the engine it was impossible to hide it. Outside the car Jonathon surveyed the entrance, should he go through the front door?

Without giving it another thought, he went through the double doors with his Ruger in hand; he took the safety off in the event he needed to shoot quick.  Inside the bar Jonathon took notice of the two bodies on the floor. He heaved feeling the threat of nausea taking over, but he had to stay together. Melissa’s life was definitely in danger. He bent over them to see if any of them was the owner Joey Rubble. Jonathon tried to keep his Nike’s from touching the blood that seeped in circles around the two men but he was unable to reach them that way. From the looks of it, neither man was the owner. His search continued, it was quiet even inside the restaurant. The lights were on and everything else was normal except for the fact there was no one inside the bar. Coming out of the men’s restroom, Jonathon kicked the bottom of the door to women’s restroom. It swung open. He checked each stall, there was blood drops on the floor and behind the door. Before making an exit he leaned through the door on the wall but couldn’t see much. Back at the front of the bar, Jonathon notice blood he didn’t see before; it led behind the counter as if someone had been dragged. He followed it, to a backroom where he found the owner lying in a puddle of his blood. The phone dangled off the desk. He must have tried to call the police.

“Joey!”Jonathon said. “Joey!” he repeated.

The man moved but barely. Jonathon bent down, “where is Melissa?”

Joey didn’t respond. Jonathon grabbed his shoulder and shook him, “Where is she?”

Joey moaned in pain, he had been shot in that arm. “I don’t know,” he said.

Annoyed, Jonathon snatched the phone putting it up to his ear, “If you’d like to make a call please hang up and try again,” the automatic recording stated.

Jonathon pressed the release button to get a dial tone. He pounded nine one one on the key pad.

“Nine one one, please state your emergency.” The dispatcher said.

“I need the police at Hot Stakes Sport’s Bar and Grill off highway ninety nine.”

The dispatcher sent in the request for police at the sports bar then said, “What’s the problem sir?”

“I don’t know yet, I’ve just arrived but there are two men that seem to be dead on the floor and the owner has been shot, he’s hurt pretty bad and barely conscious.”

“Are you with the owner now?”

“Yes, at the moment. How long will it take for the police to get here?”

“I’ve sent out a unit, they will be there in a moment.”

“You may want to send out more than one unit.”

“They will have the assistance they need, in the meantime I need you to stay with the owner and try and keep him conscious, if he falls out he could go into a coma.”

“I can’t do that, at any other time I would but not now.”

“Why not?” The dispatcher sounded irritated. She didn’t like when people called for help but wouldn’t cooperate.

“My fiancé just started working here, tonight is her first night and I haven’t been able to locate her yet. She called me from here in a panic telling me to call the police but her phone died on me. I have to find her, I will try to get the owner in a position where his blood won’t continue to leak out and make sure he’s conscious before I leave him, but I have to find her no negotiation.”

The dispatcher was impressed; he had come to rescue his damsel in distress. The fact that he even took time to make the call or try and help the owner showed he was a good Samaritan. Jonathon disconnected the call; he put the gun in his holster and came out of the office running toward the bathroom. He went in and pulled the first aid kit off the wall, it came down with ease. Stopping in the maintenance room he grabbed a set of rags that were thrown over a bucket.  He went back to the office and turned Joey over bringing him to a sitting position. The man groaned as Jonathon worked to get him propped up against the bottom of the desk. He ripped Joey’s shirt where majority of the blood was and saw a fresh bullet wound. The skin around it appeared to be singed. Jonathon took the quick clot out of the first aid kit and ripped the package open. He grabbed a towel and wipe the wound so it would be as clean as possible even though blood continued to come out of it. He place the quick clot over his wound and applied pressure.

“Joey!” He yelled. “I need you to wake up!”

The phone rang.  Joey mumbled but his words could not be understood.  Jonathon place another quick clot patch over his wound. He reached for the tape and placed pieces on the patch to keep it attached. He got up and went to the bar area and grabbed two bottles of water. He opened one putting it to Joey’s lips; water ran down his chin the coolness of it made Joey flinch. His eyes opened. Jonathon tried again to get him to drink the water; Joey sipped it feeling little relief.

“Where is Melissa?” Jonathon questioned.

Joeys head rolled from side to side, “Where!” Jonathon said again, trying to get answers while he could.

“I don’t know.” He said.

A gunshot fired in the distance and a woman screamed. Jonathon stood to his feet quickly, taking his Ruger back out of his holster. He raced out of the restaurant. The shot had definitely not been inside. He walked to the edge of the lot desperate for answers. Now not only was he worried but he was pissed off. Listening to the night air he heard the woman crying in misery. He followed the sounds, which led him down a hill to the back of Hot Stakes Sport Bar and Grill. He checked his gun again, there would be no mistakes, it was loaded and ready. He stood against the side wall in dark brown cargo pants and a navy blue shirt. He peeped around the building. A door was open; he took small steps to the door and paused. Looking inside, he could make out two men and a woman. They looked like bad news and he had a feeling they were the one’s firing. His eyes looked desperately for Melissa, and they found her. She was bent over Latasha crying heavily. It seemed as if Latasha had been shot;Jonathon was relieved that Melissa was okay for the moment but he was also worried about her friend.

“Get up!” Sanchez said.

The woman pulled Melissa up practically having to drag her away from Latasha. In the heat of the moment, Melissa struck the woman in the face, making her nose bleed.

“Ah!” She yelled releasing Melissa.

Sanchez laughed. “She’s got balls after all,” he said. “Tie her up!”

Tony reached for her; Jonathon stepped in the door way and let off three quick shots taking out Tony and Camille. Sanchez reacted turning around and letting off a shot towards the door. He fell to the ground at the same time. Jonathon stepped back to the side so the bullet missed him. Sanchez let off more shots, he didn’t know who was shooting at him and what angle they came from but if they stepped in front of that door again they were history.

Melissa was back by Latasha’s side checking on her friend; she didn’t know who was shooting but she had a feeling it was her rescue squad. At this point she was sure the police had arrived who else could shoot that precise and take out the two thugs so quickly?

“Latasha,”she said too her friend. “You’re going to be okay, everything will be alright the police are here.”

She was relieved too; Latasha stepped out of her hiding spot moments after Sanchez threatened to kill Melissa and he didn’t hesitate to shoot her. Sanchez got to his feet;he jerked Melissa to her feet, putting her in front of him like a shield.

“Come on in, hit me with your best shot!” he yelled.

Jonathon peered into the door. Sanchez was one of those weak men who acted as if they had all the power in the world. The mere fact that he was a threat to society made Jonathon feel he needed to be taken out. His basic training skills he acquired from the army gave him everything he needed to take him down. It was a good thing he was discharged on a medical leave instead of active duty because he couldn’t handle the sight of too much blood. Jonathon tried to get a clear shot but with the man knowing an enemy was lurking outside he was tuned in waiting in anticipation. Jonathon aimed through the darkness and fired his weapon.

“Aaaaaaa!”Sanchez shouted falling to the ground.

He still had a grip on Melissa so she fell with him. Jonathon had taken out one of Sanchez’s legs. Seeing the both of them fall made Jonathon run through the door. He desperately hoped he hadn’t shot his love.

Upon seeing his face, Melissa was elated, surprised, and shocked all at the same time. Ruger still in hand Jonathon approached them.

“Get back!” Sanchez screamed. “I’m warning you I’ll take her head off!”

He pointed the gun at Melissa’s head. Jonathon pointed the gun seemly at Melissa and fired taken out Sanchez’s hand.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”Sanchez screamed in anguish.

Jonathon reached for Melissa pulling her to him. He put her behind his back and pointed his Ruger back at Sanchez. Melissa held on to Jonathon as tight as she could. He was literally her hero. Sanchez was on his side yelling out profanities and moaning in pain.

“Did you call the police?” Melissa asked.

No sooner then she said it, sirens grew near. She sighed with relief.

“This is not over!” Sanchez said.

“Looks like it is too me,” Jonathon said. “Baby, go show the police where they are needed, I would’ve never known if I didn’t hear you screaming.

Melissa took off; she threw her arms up waving for the police to come her way. When they did she let the officers know Jonathon had a gun on the intruder. The police went in with carefulness guns drawn.

“Son, lower your weapon.” One officer said.

Jonathon bent down to drop his gun. “Slowly,” the police said with their aim on him.

The gun clang to the ground and the police surrounded him and Sanchez putting them both in handcuffs.

“No, no,” Melissa yelled. “You’re cuffing the wrong one.”

“Ma’am,”the officer said. “Stay back; this is procedure we have to cuff him until we’re done asking questions.” The officer turned to Jonathon. “You have a permit for that gun,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Jonathon said.

Paramedics flooded the room; half of them went to Latasha while the other half went to her date that was still knocked unconscious on the pallet. Both of them were lifted on to a gurney and taken to an ambulance. Two EMT’s approached one tended to Melissa’s face while the other tended to Sanchez’s wounds.

“We’ll need you to answer some questions too ma’am,” the officer said.

Melissa nodded, outside she gave her statement letting the police know everything that happened from the moment she heard the men talking to Joey.

“And,do you know who Jimmy is and why they wanted him?” the cop asked.

“No clue,” she said. “Today was my first night on the job.”

The officer shook his head, so I would be right to say you probably won’t be back to work?”

“I don’t think so.” Melissa said with sarcasm.

While the officer took her statement another was getting Jonathon’s, he was leaned against a police car his hands still in cuffs.

“Yes, I was the one who called the police.”

“Are you the one who patched up the owner?”

“Yes,”he said. “I’ve told you everything now can you take me out of these handcuffs?”

The officer unlocked the cuffs. Jonathon rubbed his wrist. Already there was afresh crease in them were the officers had the cuffs so tight.

“You’re free to go,” the officer said.

He went to Melissa, enveloping her in his arms. He kissed her fiercely never wanting to let her go again.

“Thank you Jesus,” he said once he took a breath. “Girl don’t you ever do that again.”

She smiled, “I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes you did, I’m going to make you my stay at home wife. People work from home all over the country it’s nothing new.”

“Wife?”Melissa said.

Jonathon got down on one knee and pulled the box out of his pocket. “Will you marry me, I never want to be apart from you again.” He said.

The ring twinkled in the moon light; Melissa was totally caught off guard. “You are my knight in shining armor,” she said. “Literally,” they laughed. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

Jonathon slid the ring on her finger and stood putting his arms around her thighs and picking her up. She threw her arms around him and kissed his lips. She wanted to make love to him then and there but she would wait till the honeymoon; after all they had waited this long.

“Let’s go to the hospital,” she said. “We have to make sure Latasha will be alright.”

They jumped in his Chevy and left.

‘At the hospital’

Latasha opened her eyes, the room was blurry for a moment and she could only see light blaring back at her. What happened? She wondered. Her focus became clearer at the opening of a door. She could feel hands rubbing her arms and kisses on her face. Blinking several times, Latasha tried to focus harder.

“Are you okay? I talk to the doctor and he said the bullet didn’t hit any major arteries so you would be just fine and in shape in time to be my matron of honor.”

Latasha’s eyes opened wider at Melissa. The smile on Melissa’s face was priceless.

“Who are you?” Latasha said.

“It’s me Melissa.”

Latasha shook her head, “I’m sorry if that’s supposed to ring a bell but it doesn’t.”

She turned away from Melissa.

“What do you mean, it doesn’t ring a bell?” Melissa looked at Jonathon a worried expression on her face. Latasha turned back to her.

“Nall I’m just playing!” she said laughing.

Melissa playfully hit her on her arms, “Ouch!” Latasha said.

“How can you do that to me?”

Latasha laughed some more, “Come on I needed that.”

“Okay, Imma let you have that for now.”

“So somebody popped the question?” Latasha said.

“Yes,”Melissa said excited.

“You’ll have to tell me all about it but first, I want to get saved.”

“What, I thought you were saved?” Melissa said.

“I’m not sure, can you help me. I don’t ever want to be in a situation like this again not knowing without a shadow of a doubt that I’m going to be with the Lord. That’s the most terrifying thing ever.”

“Of course I’ll help you, let’s pray and I want you to repeat after me;

“Heavenly father, I admit that I am a sinner. I have done many things that don’t please you. I have lived my life for myself. I am sorry and I repent. I ask you to forgive me. I confess with my mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in my heart that God raised him from the dead. You did what I could not do for myself. I come to you now and ask you to take control of my life, I give it to you. Help me to live every day in a way that pleases you. I love you, Lord, and I thank you.”

Tears ran from Latasha’s eyes, Melissa hugged her friend tight. Jonathon went to the other side of her bed leaning in to hug her.

“Congratulations, you did it!”

“Yes, thank you for helping me Melissa. Now about this wedding dress, it needs to be a halter top because I know Jonathon has some fine friends.”

“Oh my goodness Latasha really?” Melissa said.

“What?” Latasha shrugged. “I need something to eat too cause a girl starving and I don’t want none of that food they got here. They’ll bring me a cold sandwich and fries and charge my bill thirty dollars for it.”

Jonathon fell out laughing. Melissa shook her head, “Let’s go get this girl something to eat.”

“Okay,” he said.

They left the building, Melissa was tempted to bring her back a cold sandwich and some fries.

The End

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Hot Stakes part 2

‘Ten minutes before Melissa’s call’

Jonathon closed his laptop, pushed back from his desk and stretched.  Melissa was supposed to call him on her last break, but she never did. They must be really busy it had been an hour since her break and still nothing. Should he call her at work? He wondered about that for a minute going back and forth over it. It was her first night, maybe it was tacky to already be calling. However, Melissa wasn’t answering her phone, it was probably dead like always. She would be on it all day and never charge it. It was one of his pet peeves. A man should always be able to get in touch with his woman, he thought.

“Forget it I’m calling,” he said.

He scrolled to her name tapping the number located under ‘work’. Yes, it was programmed the day Melissa got the job. Jonathon had taken her out to celebrate. It didn’t matter to him that she would be waitressing; a job was a job as far as he was concerned. The phone rang seven times and no one answered. A sparkle from the ring sitting on the night stand caught his attention. Wedding bells were in their future, but first he had to ask her. The ring was one Melissa pointed out some time ago. She was a big window shopper. Times were hard and since the economic meltdown a few years ago, they pinch pennies to stay afloat. That meant no extra spending; every dime was accounted for, but Jonathon spent extra on this ring. He went to Kay Jewelers and purchased it soon as his bonus check cleared the bank.

The little suede black box sat in the middle of his hand while thoughts of going to the restaurant ran through his mind. He closed and opened the box, back to back, finally putting it in his pocket.

“I’ll give her a few more minutes before I call again,” he said to himself.

He walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator taking out a Budweiser. It was just what he needed to get his creative juices to flow so he could finish this article on what women should always know about a man. Jonathon is a writer for the Centennial newspaper in Rome Georgia. Writing has always given him a sense of release, no matter the subject. Putting the bottle to his lips, Jonathon took a long swig of his brew. If Melissa were here to see him she would start quoting bible scriptures at him.

“You know the bible says; Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit.” Then Jonathon would rebuttal, “I’m not getting drunk, and Jesus turned water into wine so don’t tell me there is something wrong with drinking.” But Melissa would come right back at him, “Jesus turned water into wine at a wedding for a celebration. In another instance wine was to be drunk for an illness. But nowhere does it say, drink whenever you want.”

“Neither does it say you can’t drink whenever you want, it only talks about being drunk.”

Melissa would stare him down and he would eventually give in. His phone rang bringing him out of his memory. He pulled it out of his pocket, it was Melissa’s cell. Finally she charged it, he thought.

“I was wondering when you were going to call me.”

That was all he could manage to say before the shriek in Melissa’s voice yelled out about calling the police. Her phone hung up before she could finish her sentence, the Budweiser went crashing to the floor as Jonathon sprang into action. Grabbing his Ruger SP101 from their night stand drawer, Jonathon checked the chamber.  It was loaded; he put a spin to it and reached for his holster. His footsteps were heavy and demanding like a giant running through the house, the walls shook with each hefty step on the hardwood floors. With keys in hand, Jonathon went out the door jumping into his old school 1969 Chevy Camaro. It roared to life, when his foot hit the accelerator the tires screeched and spun kicking up dust from the asphalt. The car lurched forward with determination. Jonathon had everything he needed except his phone he left next to the broken bottle of Budweiser on the kitchen floor.

‘Hot Stakes Sports bar and grill’

Sanchez and his crew meant business. The fact that this was taking too long sent more rage coursing through the gang. The man Sanchez shot through the car window was red on one side of his body as the blood from his wound coursed out of him onto his clothes.

“Help me get him up,” Sanchez said.

The two wing men stepped up trying to lift the big man. He squealed like a child but didn’t challenge their efforts, neither did he try and stand on his own two feet. Too much pain roam through him and he was feeling light headed the longer the minutes passed by. With no patience left, Sanchez smack the man with the M1911 causing him to topple over to the ground.

“Boss!” Camille said.

“What?” Sanchez growled.

“We won’t get anything out of him if you hit him again. He looks almost dead.” Camille said.

Tony agreed with her shaking his head up and down but never uttering a word. Sanchez didn’t care, he would get his questions answered one way or the other, then he would kill them all. Never would he leave a witness alive once they saw his face and he wasn’t about to start today. The gang half carried, half drug the man from the car down to the basement of Hot Stakes. Once there, Sanchez barked;

“Throw him into the door.”

Tony and Camille lifted the heavy man and did what Sanchez asked. The man’s body bounced off of the thick wooden door causing him to scream in agony.

“Do it again!” Sanchez yelled.

On the other side of the door, Latasha and Melissa stared in horror. They could hear Latasha’s date yelling and they knew he was hurt bad. The door shook harder each time the man was thrown into it.

“We can’t just leave him out there,” Melissa said.

“So what do you propose we do?” Latasha whispered.

“We have to open the door, they’re gonna kill him.” Melissa said.

“You must be crazy! Do you have a death wish? They’re gonna kill us if we open that door. I’m all for helping somebody out but not at the expense of my own life!” Latasha yelled.

The door shook again rattling the frame.

“Latasha, they’re going to kill him!”

Latasha bit down on her bottom lip. Melissa was right; if they didn’t open that door that man would die if he wasn’t dead already.

“Who’s to say they won’t kill us all?” Latasha said.

Melissa’s insides were churning. There was no way she could live with herself if she didn’t help that man. She didn’t want to die, but Jesus said; “love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to laydown one’s life for one’s friends.” With that in mind she took quick steps toward the door.

“What are you doing?” Latasha said.

“I’m opening the door, maybe we can reason with them.”

Latasha jumped towards her, yanking her hands from the door. She slapped Melissa across her face multiple times.

“You have gone completely insane! You aint gonna kill me today with your self-righteous self!”

Melissa struggled to get Latasha away, but her friend had a vice grip on her shaking Melissa around making her dizzy. They tussled some more and fell to the ground. Melissa’s head hurt even more now.

“Okay, Okay!” Melissa said defeated.

Latasha stood to her feet, she pointed at Melissa; “Don’t ever do that again.” The seriousness made Melissa wonder if she was crazy enough to hurt her if she did try it again. This was her friend, but in a life and death situation a friend could be an enemy.

“So you can live with yourself if that man dies, you’re the reason he’s here you know?” Melissa said.

Latasha’s face frowned, the audacity of Melissa to make it seem like it was her fault pissed her off. If steam was visible, Melissa would see it coming out of Latasha’s ears.

“Oh no you didn’t! How can you even fix your lips to say it’s my fault? I thought you’re supposed to be a Christian?” She mocked.

Instantly, Melissa felt bad, it irritated her when people acted like Christians were perfect when no one is. Her head fell into her hands, she rubbed her temples. The knots on her head felt pretty big, they would be sore and swollen for days if she made it out of this situation alive.

“Listen,” Melissa said “I didn’t mean to make it sound like it’s your fault I’m just trying to get you to help me help him. I love you girl, I don’t want to fight we need to figure out how we’re going to get out of this situation.

Latasha’s breathing slowed. She’d been huffing and puffing trying to catch her breath after that little tussle. Exasperated, her arms went up in the air. “We need to look around these boxes for something to protect ourselves with, let’s find whatever we can use until the cops get here.”

“How do you know the police are on their way?” Melissa asked.

“Didn’t you say Jonathon answered the phone?”

“Yes, but it died; I don’t know how much he heard…” Latasha cut her off, “It doesn’t matter, I’m sure he heard the distress in your voice and not being able to get in touch with you should be enough.”

Melissa felt better about that, but Latasha wasn’t so sure; even though she said it and was hopeful, she also had doubts but she needed to tell herself everything would be okay. Getting off the ground, Melissa took a look around the basement. It was hard to focus with the constant beating against the door and the man screaming on the outside, so she talked to God as she searched for a way out. Latasha moved boxes around and these were not small boxes, they were heavy. The basement was dimly lit and stuffy with a musty odor. It was the size of a large studio apartment; a pallet lay to the right corner half covered with long plastic sheets. Some of the boxes were open and you could tell the basement was used primarily for storage.

“What is in these things?” she said. Spotting a chair in the corner she yelled; “Quick, grab that chair!”

Melissa ran to it. “What are we going to do with a chair?”

Latasha took it out of her hands and placed the chair under the door knob. The door continued to rattle. “If they get that door down you think that chair will stop them?” Melissa said.

“Of course it won’t hold for long but it will buy us more time. What have you come up with genius except for complaints?” Latasha responded.

Melissa sighed, her friend was agitated and she wasn’t making it any better. What was she supposed to do? One way or the other the thugs would get in and then what?

“Why are you just standing there?” Latasha asked. “Are you going to help me or not?

“Latasha I don’t mean to sound prude, but we should figure out what we will say when they get the door open.”

“UGH!!!!!!!!!!!” Latasha screamed. “What is wrong with you? Do you seriously think they want to talk?”

“Maybe we can pay them off; I don’t know I’m trying to think of something, anything! I can’t take the noise and the beating that man is getting out there! Don’t you even care what God may think if we let him die?”

“Are we talking about this again? I thought we were over this.” Latasha said.

“How can we be with that man being thrown into the door every five seconds?  If they kill me fine, I know where I’m going.” Melissa said.

“And what about me!” Latasha said. “You’re deciding both of our fates if you open that door and that is not fair! Who do you think you are?”

Then it hit Melissa like a ton of bricks. Her friend was terrified, Latasha had no clue where she was going and it made Melissa feel selfish for a moment. So busy trying to be the hero, she hadn’t stop to think about her friends eternity. Standing across from Melissa, Latasha was heated. How could her friend suggest this? She didn’t want to die, she trembled on the inside; she hadn’t spoken to God since…. she wasn’t sure when, but Latasha had a clear vision of him kicking her out of Heaven. With all she had done, there was no way she was getting in, so she thought. Her fist balled up, Latasha would fight Melissa to the death before she let her open that door.

Melissa took steps toward Latasha with her arms out pulling her in for a tight embrace. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking, that was selfish of me.”

Latasha relaxed and her head dropped to Melissa’s shoulder. Tears fell from her eyes; she shook and hugged Melissa back.

“I know I’ve asked you this before today Latasha but you seemed to have avoided the question so I’ll ask you again, are you saved?”

Latasha stepped back from her, “Is that when you say you believe in Jesus?

Melissa smirked, “Something like that, you have to confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart God raised him from the dead.”

Latasha shook her head up and down, “I did that about four years ago, but I’ve fell off since then, the things I have done God won’t approve of, I mean I tried to be good but it just doesn’t work for me.”

“Your works is not how you get into Heaven, if that was the case we would all be doomed because none of us are perfect.” Melissa said.

Latasha started rambling on and on until the next hit against the door sent a loud crack down the edge of it, the chair fell to the floor. The two girls screamed. Latasha ran for cover hiding behind one of the boxes that was ducked off behind all the other boxes. Shocked by the interruption Melissa was frozen in place. Gun shots rang out and the door gave way falling face forward to the ground. Dust particles flew in, some hitting Melissa in the face, Sanchez ordered his to goons to throw Latasha’s date in the room. Camille lifted his right side while Tony lifted his left. They tossed the man in the room; he went flying past Melissa crashing into the wooden pallet. The man didn’t make a sound; he was either dead or unconscious.

“What do you want?” Melissa asked.

“We’ve been after you all night,” Sanchez said. He tsk, “Now you’ve put all your friends in trouble trying to get away from us. The thing is; folks always try and get away from us but they never do. You would be no different. Do you know how much time I’ve wasted; now someone has to make up for that.”

“Boss,”Tony said, “We’re missing someone, wasn’t there two girls?”

“No there’s just me.” Melissa said.

“Nice try,” Camille said “now where is the other girl?”

Melissa didn’t budge. “I’ll tell you what Sanchez said. He walked up to Melissa and grabbed her neck snatching her under his hot breath. “Your friend has twenty seconds to show her face or the next bullet is going through your pretty little head.”

Latasha stopped breathing, her eyes watered she was completely freaked out. It was now or never.

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Mistaken Identity

Hi you guys!  2016 has started off with a bang and I intend to keep the excitement going throughout the year! *Rubs hands together*  So I’ve been talking about Mistaken Identity for a while now and the closer the release date gets the more excited I become.  We have officially, 28 days before it’s debut!  Seriously, I am very proud of this story.  Not to say that I’m not proud of all my stories but this one is my first stand a lone title which makes it extraordinary because I had to close it out at the end.  I happen to love book series so that wasn’t easy for me.  Nonetheless, it is finished!  *Sighs*  Now comes the fun part Mistaken Identity is now available for pre-order!  Yesssssssss!

Mistaken Identity

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