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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.”
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.
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