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Torrie Bryant

Chapter 1

Sheila sat on the bench and looked at the moon’s reflection off of the water. Tears stained her cheeks and her body felt drained of all its energy. She was all cried out, but everytime she thought about her situation she began to shed more tears. How could she have let this happen?

She was a good woman, not one of those wild females who ran around reckless, but she had made a terrible mistake, and now she didn’t know what to do.

She looked at the pregnancy test she held in her hands and the plus sign that confirmed she was pregnant, by a man that she’d cheated on her boyfriend with. To make the situation more complicated, it was her boyfriends homeboy and she hated herself for what she’d done. He didn’t know though and she could always tell him that it was his baby but she wasn’t that type of girl. She could get an abortion. That was a definite way to erase her mistakes, but she didn’t want to kill off her baby just because of a mistake she had made. That didn’t seem fair.

“God, what should I do?” she asked aloud.

She was devastated.

At times like this, she wished she had someone she could confide in, but all of her friends were miles away in Wisconsin. Her mother was all on her holier than thou high horse and she couldn’t risk burdening her father with her problems. He’d done so much for her by making sure she went off to college, so she didn’t want to break his heart.

No, she couldn’t call back home and talk about this to anybody. Word would almost positively get around about her business, and she didn’t want to be looked upon as a failure for coming all this long way only to get knocked up. She could’ve stayed in the hood in Racine and did that like so many other girls she knew. If only she could rewind the time and fix things. She thought back on the night when she crossed the line.

Her boyfriend Jayquan and her had decided to go to a club called “The Market Street Saloon”. It was a wednsday and ameture stripper night. She had the body of a video vixen but their was no way she could take it all off and get up on stage like the handful of contestants did. The prize was $250 dollars and you would’ve thought it was for a million the way the chicks were acting.

The music blasted from the speakers and everybody was having a good time. Jayquan was from this particular area so he knew a lot of people who were in attendance. He was a couple years older than Sheila and she loved his thugged out demeanor. He was a street dude but he was also smart. He went to the community college and was studying business administration. She had met him at her job at Hooters. She thought he was so fine with his tall slim frame, cocoa brown colored skin and baby face. He kept his long hair in neatly twisted dreadlocks and was so sexy to her. Although, somewhat sheltered, she was from the streets too and he was more her type than the cornball guys she went to school with. They had always went to school together and tonight was no exception. They hit the bar and went hard drinking straight shots of patron and chasing it with coronas. By the seventh round they were twisted out of their minds.

Jayquan was handed a blue pill by his homeboy Lawrence.

“What’s that baby?” She asked him before he could pop it into his mouth.

“It’s an ex pill.”

She’d never actually seen one before and was curious about how it looked, more so, how it would make her feel if she took one.

“Lemme get one Lawrence” she demanded approaching him. Lawrence looked at Jayquan for approval before giving her one. Jayquan gave him a thumbs up, so he dug in his bag, and placed another pill in the palm of her hand. She inspected it and was intrigued by the stamp of a naked lady in the center of the pill.

“Don’t just stare at it ma, go head and take it,” Lawrence encouraged her.

She placed it into her mouth and placed it into her mouth and swallowed it with the aid of the remainder of her corona. Nothing happened at first so she just went with the flow and hit the dance floor. A couple songs later, Beyonce’s song “We like to party” came on and a feeling of intense energy began to travel through her whole body. The lights became brighter, the music sounded better and she couldn’t stop dancing. She’d never felt this good in her life. “Round of Applause” by Waka Flocka” came on and she moved fluently like a professional booty shaker.

“Bust it, Bust it, Bust it, Bust it, Bust it, baby drop it to the floor and bust it” The crowd sang along. Somehow she had separated from Jayquan and found herself in the middle of the crowd dancing with Lawrence. She was throwing it on him and popping her ass like a car with hydraulics. Suddenly all hell broke loose and a crowd of guys began to fight. Lawrence shielded her from flying bottles, and helped her outside the club. In the parking lot gunshots broke out and everybody scattered, trying to get to their vehicles, and get the hell out of there.

She hopped in the Lawrence truck, and they peeled out.

“Oh shit, that was crazy!” He was hype and driving crazy but after getting a little distance away from the club, he slowed down some. Police cars flew by going towards the club.

“Did you see Jayquan?” She asked. She’d thought she’d seen him in the middle of the commotion and hoped he hadn’t been hurt.

“Yeah, bruh was gettin’ it in with the homies” he told her.

She tried to call his phone but he didn’t answer.

After three tries it started going straight to voicemail and she began to panic with worry.

“Calm down lil mama, Jay gon’ be aight. Trust me”

She inhaled and instantly relaxed. She was rolling with the waves of the pill high and didn’t even notice when they pulled up to a house she had never been to before.

Lawrence parked and helped her out of the truck.

“C’mon ma” he said walking her into the house. The front room was dimly lit and he turned some music on.

“I’m thirsty”, she said.

He left her in the living room on his plush leather couch while he went to fix her something to drink. He returned with a tall cup of juice and handed it to her. She gulped it all down quickly not noticing he’d crushed up another pill and put it in the cup.

“This is good, can I have some more?” She asked.

“Yeah, I got you. You need to use the bathroom or anything?”

She did and he guided her to a bedroom with a bathroom attached to it.

“Make yourself at home.” He told her and left her to handle her business. She sat on the toilet and felt like she was on another planet. She was super high and after taking the best shit of her life, she was feenin for some penetration. She felt out of control and didn’t even bother to put her pants back on after she finished up in the bathroom. Lawrence lay on the bed with his dick out, long stroking it. He was a little shorter than Jayquan with a muscle bound body, perfectly sculpted abs, and high yellow skin, almost the same as hers. He was a pretty boy with a low haircut and his eyes were a grayish green. She couldn’t deny him and they sexed each other for the rest of the night until early the next afternoon. When they were finished, she couldn’t believe what she’d done. She checked her phone and saw thirty-four missed calls from Jayquan.

“Oh shit”! I gotta get home Lawrence. Jayquan gonna kill me. Please don’t tell him what we did,’ she begged him.

“Don’t worry ma, I aint gon’ say shit. I got you. That’s my word.” he assured her.

He gave her some money and called her a cab after she’d finished taking a hot shower to wash the scent of sex off of her body. She prayed that he wouldn’t be at her apartment when she made it home. To her relief, he wasn’t and she was able to shower again and douche so that all traces of what had happened would be gone.

Jayquan was none the wiser on what had happened. She told him she had come home and passed out after she couldn’t reach him on his cell phone. He trusted her, so he didn’t even think twice about it.

A week after that, she bumped into Lawrence at Walmart.

“What’s up sexy?” he asked her with a different look in his eyes.

She could tell he wanted her again, but she wasn’t trying to take it their.

“Hey Lawrence.”

“I kept my word. I ain’t say nothin’ to Jay but I can’t seem to get you off my mind. You tryna slide to the spot with me for another session right quick?”

She couldn’t believe the audacity to ask her for more sex.

“That was a mistake Lawrence. I can’t do that again with you. I’m not that type of female.”

“Oh, so now you too good for me? You wasn’t acting like that when my dick was in your mouth bitch.”

“Bitch? Look, you need to keep it moving Lawrence. I know you upset and all but I’m telling you, it was a one time deal.” She went to walk away, but he slyly grabbed her arm.

“Okay, I see how you wanna play. How about I tell Jay then?”

“He aint gonna believe you if you do, I’ll just deny it and who do you think he’ll believe? Me or you?”

“You can deny it all you want, but how about this?” he asked her whipping out his cell phone and uploading the videos he recorded of them in action.

Her jaws dropped in shock and she felt herself begin to panic.

“Please don’t show anybody that” she begged in defeat.

“I got it in my computer too, so don’t try nothing stupid”

“Alright Lawrence. You got it. Let me check my stuff out”

“I knew you’d see things my way”.

Now was that so hard to do?” he asked her after they were done having sex again.

“I can’t do this again Lawrence”. I’m serious, it’s over.”

It is. I’m good, I just had to tap that ass one more time”, he said then smacked her on her 42’ ass leaving a red print.

All of that was four weeks ago and now she was pregnant. She’d been having unprotected sex with Jayquan for months but hadn’t gotten pregnant, and then she had unprotected sex with Lawrence that first night and was about to have a baby.

The tears began again. She was so ashamed of herself for being so stupid. What was she going to do?

Something moved in the bushes behind her and she was suddenly aware of her surroundings. It was the middle of the night and she was in the middle of the park at Greenfield Lake. The lake was close to her apartment and the best place she felt she could go to; to get her mind right. At that moment, she didn’t think so anymore. She’d heard stories about alligators coming out of the water at night plus a drug infested neighborhood was on the other side of the lake. Something rustled the leaves and she strained her eyes to make out the culprit but it was too dark.

“Somebody there?” She asked and was answered with silence. She wasn’t trying to get attacked, so she made her way back to the sidewalk. It was time to go home and make her decision on what she was going to do.

She drifted back into her thoughts and began her trek back to her apartment.

Footsteps crept up close to her, and she realized them before they got right up on her. She turned around a person stood there with all black on and a rubber clown mask. Their hands were behind their back and they stood their like a statue looking her up and down.

“Quit playing like that. I know that’s you Jayquan.”

The next thing she knew the arm behind the person’s back came into view producing a shiney butcher’s knife.

“This isn’t funny man…” She started until she was cut off when he slashed the knife into her throat.  She instinctively grabbed her wound and tried to run as fast as she could from her assailant.

“Pl-e-ase”, she tried to beg for mercy, but the blood from her wound was choking off her words.

The person in the clown mask walked her down and began to stab her viciously with down strokes. As the blows rained down on her and she felt her life draining from her body, she thought of Jayquan.

Now she wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Death totally embraced her and she slowly faded into the empty darkness of the other side.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Homicide detective Albert Harris was comfortable in his bed with his wife when his phone began to ring. He checked the time and frowned. It was four thirty in the morning.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me”, he said rolling over to check his phone.

“Harris!” he answered.

“We got one,” his partner informed him.

“Where?”

“Greenfield Lake. You’ll see us close to the Third street entrance.

“I’m on my way. Give me about thirty.”

“Ten-four. Bring some java with you, it’s gonna be a long morning,” his partner said then ended the call. He looked over at his wife who was fully nude, still deep into her beauty sleep. He’d put it on her last night and the room still smelled like sex from their heated session. Looking at her perfect sculpted body, he was tempted to get a quickie in but decided to go ahead and get a move on. He was forty three and she made him feel all of 21 again. She was from the Phillipines and he’d met her in the early 90’s while stationed out there in the marines. She was ten years younger than him with a short petite frame, curves in all the right places, and a sweet personality that always brightened up his day no matter how it was going.

They didn’t have kids yet were going to try to make it happen soon.. For the time being, they were enjoying life together. He was focused on advancing in his career in Law Enforcement and she was a dental assistant.

His body still needed a couple more hours of rest, but he forced himself to get up and shower. The hot water revived him somewhat, then he got out and began to brush his teeth, staring at his reflection in the mirror. With his bald head and dark skin, people always told him that he resembled the singer Tyrese, only he had a salt and pepper goatee. He was getting up their in age but still had that fire inside of him.

It was time to get to work, to do what he did best: Solve another murder. He kissed his wife after making sure the alarm was`set for her at seven o’clock so that she would be up to get ready for work.

“Love you June. I’ll be here when you get off early.”

“I love you too. Be careful out there, she replied groggily before rolling over and dozing back off to sleep.

She was used to this. It wasn’t anything new for him to have to leave in the middle of the night on a case. He stopped by Krispy Kreme for some hot coffee and donuts for him and his partner. By the time he made it to the crime scene, the flashing blue and red lights were a tell tale sign that something bah had popped off. He hopped out of his unmarked Crown Victoria, coffee in hand and made his way to the middle of the action where his partner was busy brainstorming with a couple of the guys from forensics.

She noticed him approaching and waved him over, wasting no time grabbing her cup of coffee from him and taking a quick shot.

“I knew you were good for something,” she joked giving him a playful smile.

“Last time I checked, , I was the senior partner around here. The ‘real’ expert with the track record of cases solved to back me up.”

“I’m on your ass old man,” she said causing both of them to laugh. She was a cool partner to work with. They’d been  assigned as partners for the past two and a half years and she was so serious as they came about bringing justice to the people who took lives. Most of their cases involved gang violence or murders resulting from drug deals gone bad. It was sad to see all the young men and women dying on a regular basis as a result of meaningless killings but it seemed that this was now the way of the world.

“What do we have here?” he asked getting down to business.

“Young, black female who appears to be in his late teens or early twenties with multiple stab wounds. A guy jogging with his wife found her about an hour ago. They’re over there, she pointed to a couple sitting on the benches.

“They gave their statements and I’m about to let them go”

They said they jog every morning between two and three o’clock and they noticed the victim laid out on the ground. They got a close up and the female lost her last meal over their in the grass. “Whoever killed our victim carved her eyeballs out after they finished her off. We gotta sicko on our hands”  

After taking a look at the body, he couldn’t do anything but shake his head saddened by the way this beautiful lady was so badly mutilated.

“Did she have any Identification on her?”

“Nope. Just a cell phone and some keys. We’re trying to get into the phone now to find out who she is.”

It was gonna be a long morning, and he knew it.

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The room was lit by black and red candles and the lone figure sat on their knees in the middle of a pentagram with their naked body covered in blood. The offering sat on the altar as they chanted a prayer to satan.

A voice straight from the depths of Hell echoed around the room.

“Your loyalty has been proven. Fulfill your obligations and all of you desires will be manifested.”

“I will not fail you master” The figure spoke.

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Shelly hated when she had to close at her job. It was her night and everybody else had gone home while she was stuck counting all the money that they’d brought in for the day from sales. She worked at Dr. Styles, a clothing store that specialized in urban gear. It drew a lot of customers on a daily basis, especially right now in the end of August as it nears the end of summer and the beginning of a new school year. It was still super hot this time of year in Wilmington but everybody knew that cooler weather was approaching in the next couple of months and now was a good time to stock up on clothes for the Winter.

Shelly counted the money and seperated it onto denominations of ones, fives, tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds. They had a money machine to count the money so she just tied up every thousand dollars in rubber bands. She counted nine thousand-three hundred and forty eight dollars even before she ran out of money. She Put the stacks aside in a black bag.

This was then placed inside the store’s digital safe that sat hidden in the back of the store, in an office.

Her phone rang and she saw that it was one of the co-workers of the store, Musa. He was Arabian and his family owned the store she worked in as well as the dry cleaning business and a few convenience stores scattered around town. He was cool. He had a huge crush on her but he wasn’t her type. He was tall with handsome Middle-Eastern features but more into Black guys. That was just her preference though. She wasn’t racist or anything, she just liked her men black, and a little thugged out.

“What’s up Musa” She answered.

“Hey, what’s up shelly? You gonna let me take you out for some drinks tonight?”

He’d been trying to get her to go out with him regularly and she’d gone out to eat with him a couple times but that’s as far as they went with things. He was cool and she liked him as a friend but she wasn’t attracted to him at all sexually.

“Not tonight babe. I got plans already, but I’ll catch you another time”

“Aight then, I’ll holla at you. You still at the store?”

“Yep. I’m shutting everything down and should be outta here soon.”

“Well be careful. I heard on the radio earlier, that they found some chick cut up at Greenfield Lake. Their might be some kind of psycho loose out their so stay on point.”

“Thanks for the heads up but I doubt anybody would want to anything to little ole me. I ain’t nobody special.”

“You’re special to me.”

Oh boy, here we go again, she thought. It was time to go.

“I’ll be alright Musa. I’ll talk you later. Bye.”

“She hung up quickly and checked her inbox to see where the new message had come from.

“What up”

It was from a guy she was messing with name Darnell. He was a wild young dude from the southside of town and they’d met up a few times in the recent weeks for sessions of slammin’ sex. The last time she closed the store he’d come through and banged her back out in the storage room. Her pussy was thumping thinking about it and she was thirsty for an encore.

“You” she responded , adding “Wanna help me close again?”

“K. Be there in 20!”

“Bet”

She was going to get her some and she checked herself out in the mirror to make sure everything was tight with her appearance.

Her blue eyes and brown hair stared back at her in the mirror as she tied her hair back into a ponytail, She was more on the cute side of the spectrum than gorgeous but she was blessed with firm Double D’s, and an ass like Kim Kardashian. She was a white girl who’d come a long way from the trailer park she grew up in on Carolina Beach Road. Ever since she could remember, she’d been the only white girl in her crew and she remembers, she’d been the only white girl in her crew and she never tried to be black, she was just herself and had developed a unique personality that attracted all types of people, especially the guys.

She didn’t have a stable boyfriend, shewas to promiscuous for that, but she kept herself satisfied with all the male attention she deserved plus some female acton whenever she felt like getting it in with another chick.

She was a straight up freak and was down to try whatever with the people she chose to deal with like that.

She was curious about Musa but he wanted a relationship and that wasn’t the route she wanted to go. If she gave him some of the goodies, that would be an accident waiting to happen, so she decided not to cross that line.

She was young, at the age of twenty-five and she was enjoying her youth to the max. No man, no kids and no rules besides her own was the story for her life, and she was sticking to it.

She checked her backside out and loved how her Akademiks jeans hugged her ass, watching how it bounced to the beat playing in her head.

She checked her purse to make sure she had a couple condoms just in case he didn’t come prepared then went inside the bathroom to freshen up a little. After relieving herself, she wiped herself with a feminine wipe. Her pussy was clean shaved and soaking wet, ready for some action.

The back door buzzer went off.

She disengaged the locks and opened it up. It was pitch black behind the building and she could smell the aroma of fast food restaurants in the area.

She peeked her head out of the door trying to find where he was hiding at.

“Darnell?”

He didn’t answer and she became agitated that he was playing kiddie games with her. He was a couple years younger than her but she wasn’t in the mood to entertain his bullshit tonight. She was feenin for some hardcore sex and he was wasting her time.

“I had to take a quick piss. I couldn’t take it anymore, my bad” he said walking from behind the dumpster and briefly scaring the shit out of her.

He had on a pair of black and red board shorts with a white T-shirt, low-cut Jordans and an all black Yankees fitted over his box braids.

He licked his lips in appreciation as he took inventory of her curvaceous body.

“You gonna keep bullshitting around or are you gonna come in so, we can get right?” she asked breaking him out of his trance.

They went inside and made their way to the storage room where she wasted no time peeling off her Jeans.

He slid his shorts to the ground and was hard instantly after peeping out her freshly shaved mound.

“You got rubbers?” she asked before he got any bright ideas about slipping into her raw.

“Fa sho,” he said pulling out a gold wrapped magnum out of his pocket. He opened it up and slid it on his erection. She spread her ass cheeks for him and bent over slightly so that she could penetrate her from the back. She was wet and tight. Darnell long stroked her, standing up doggy-style pulling on her long ponytail and smacking her asscheeks.

After about twenty minutes they’d both came at least once and took a minute to get themselves back together, so they could get up out the store.

“Hook me up with an outfit, and a C.D.” he asked knowing that she would willingly oblige him. She had a good shot of pussy but the main reason he really like messing with her is for the hook up on gear. She always came through for him and he’d met her here at the store a couple months ago.

She looked out for him and got everything situated so that she could close up shop for the night.

He stepped outside while she set the alarm and walked her to her car.

“Call me later if you’re not busy.” She said hoping inside her year old Hyundai Elantra.

“I’ma holla at you babe,” he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek and closing her door for her. He was driving his mother’s van and she watched him zoom off towards downtown while she made her way in the opposite direction towards the college.

She lived in a one bedroom apartment in a complex called Campus Edge, a few blocks away from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington. It was close to the college but very few students lived their. The majority of people who did live there were drug dealers, drug users and young, single people like herself who worked and couldn’t afford much more than a one bedroom efficiency apartments the complex offered. Her place was cozy though and it was better than the small room she shared with her little sister at her mother’s trailer where it was her; her sister, her two asshole brothers, her mother, and her mother’s crackhead boyfriend.

People were out and about when she pulled up to the building where she lived. It was a Wednesday night and people stayed crunk seven days a week, 365 days a year in the area. She got out of her car and activated her car alarm as she walked up to her unit. She entered the front door and locked up behind herself. It had been a long day and she needed a hot bubble bath to help her wind down before she went to bed. The venetian blinds were open in front of her patio and she checked the lock on the door before drawing the blinds closed. Stripping down to her birthday suit she made her way to the bathroom and ran a hot bath, pouring in a little Jasmine scented bath beads that she’d gotten at Bath and body works. She cut the bathroom radio on and the Quiet Storm was playing on Coast 97.3.

R. Kelly’s “your body’s calling me” was on so she relaxed into the water, soothed by the mellow sounds drifting out of the speakers.

Her shift started at noon the next day and she had plans to go down to the outlet in Myrtle Beach over the weekend with her sugar daddy, an older guy she dealt with named Maurice.

After the water began to get cold, she stepped out of the bathtub and dried off. She then walked naked into her room, lotioned down and put on a pair of boyshorts. As she made her way to the kitchen a draft wafted in through the patio door.

“What the fuck? I know I closed that damn thing!” She said to herself knowing she wasn’t tripping. Nobody else had the keys to her apartment and she noticed that the lock wasn’t operating right as she tried to re-close the door. She had a bad feeling that something wasn’t right and felt a presence behind her. She turned around and froze up as she looked into the face of the clown masked intruder standing in her living room.

“You gotta be kidding me right” She asked trying to get her heart rate to slow down some.

The intruder just stood there like a statue and she saw that they held something in their hands behind their back.

“Oh, god please. I have money. Just please don’t hurt me,” she began to plead, trying to think of a way to run out of the door before being attacked.

The intruder came from behind their back with a knife and she made her move trying to get out of the patio door.

Her shirt was grabbed in a powerful grip and she fought to get free but to no avail. The first blow struck her in the middle of her back. She tried to scream but the next blow was to her neck stripping her vocal chords. The killer worked methodically until she felt no more pain at all and drifted into eternity.

 

 

Chapter 3

In his dream, everything was as it was before. He held her tight and felt complete. The joy he felt overwhelmed him and tears welled in his eyes. She looked into his eyes intensively, all the love she had for him showcased without her even having to say a word. His grip tightened and he never wanted to let her go, but just like that, she began to deteriorate, her hair falling out and her body decomposed turning her into a skeleton and then nothing but dust left in his arms. An apparition of Satan appeared in a halo of smoke and fire.

“I know what your heart desires. Follow the path that I’ve lain for you and you shall find what you’re looking for.”

With that, he woke up in a cold sweat and knew what he had to do next.

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She lay in bed naked, alone in her home. Wrapped in silk sheets, her body felt magnificent. The temperature was just right at around seventy degrees and the scent of lavender hang in the air from the candles burning on her nightstand, Providing the only illumination inside of the room.

The only sounds heard we’re a low buzzing and the soft moans that escaped her throat.

“Ummmmm”

The silver bullet massaged her clit sending waves of pleasure through her body.

She imagined she had a lover who was working his tongue on her throbbing pussy and the mixture of her fantasy plus the little toy worked it’s magic causing her to climax heavenly, arching her back and bucking her pelvic area up and down uncontrollably.

“Ohhhhh… Yessss…,” she moaned, feeling heavenly and temporairily forgetting all of her problems.

All of the stress from the past couple of weeks was off her brain for the moment, replaced by the pleasure from her orgasm. She relaxed her body, letting the fingers on her right hand stroke her wetness. It had been so long since she had felt a man’s touch. Her hectic schedule made it difficult for her to develop any kind of relationship so she just settled on servicing herself until somebody worthwhile came through.

In her brief time in Wilmington, she’d only dated a couple of guys. They were so sprung over her that when she had to put her work before them they caught attitudes and started acting like little bitches.

Those experiences were enough to deter her from pursuing anybody else locally and she yearned to find someone she could be more compatible with.

Guys were always hollering at her and she had no issues in the looks department.

She was a well blended combination of black, Native American and French with beautiful jet black hair that she wore in a short hair style accenting her pretty face. Her emerald green eyes and mischievous smile were enough to make even the hardest thugs would show their pearly whites, and although she wore conservative clothes, she couldn’t hide her super sexy frame. She was five feet nine inches of pure femininity and every man fantasy but she was married to her occupation as a homicide detective.

After taking a hot shower, she dressed casually in Jeans, a t-shirt with a light blazer to conceal her shoulder holster that held her glock .40, and her favorite all black ACG Nike boots. She smoothed down her moist hair and was thankful for the millionth time for the small amount of maintenance her short hairstyle required. She’d always had very long hair since she could remember and dreaded the rask of washing and brushing it all the time. The first thing she did after leaving her parents house in Columbia, South Carolina was go to a salon and get her hair cut.

All set to go, she retrieved her cell phone from off of it’s charger and checked her texts and voicemails. She had a few messages from the station letting her know that the family of the latest victim, a young white girl name Shelly Winters, had been notified and that the body was being released from the coroner’s office to them so that they could have a funeral for her.

The first victim had been identified as Sheila Brown, a college student from Wisconsin. So far there were no links found between the two women besides the manner in which they’d both been stabbed to death and then had their eyeballs carved out of their skulls.

Whoever this killer or team of killers were, they were on some sick psychotic shit and as soon as they made a mistake, her and her partner were going to be there to bring them to justice dead or alive.

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“Come and put your name on it”.. Rihanna sang on her song “Cake” as the two stallion built women danced in front of the packed strip club.

They stood side by side and made their asscheeks clap in sync to the beat, making the men up in the front row toss more money and yell like they were cheering for their favorite sports teams.

The song ended and the DJ switched to Juicy J, Lil Wayne and 2 chainz song “Bandz”

“Bands’ll make her dance, Bands’ll make her dance…” blared out of the speakers as the two dancers stripped off their tops and their bottoms, naked except for their garter belts, jewelry and clear bottomed stripper heels.

“… and it aint a strip club if they ain’t showing pussy!”

The crowd sang along with Juicy J admiring the beautiful bodies with their perfectly shaved pussies on the stage.

They were in Myrtle Beach at a fully nude strip club called “Derrieres”. They danced at other clubs in the area as well but made more money here than the other spots where you could only show your titties, and then a few of them made you wear latex pieces over your nipples. That was just ridiculous but it was the end of the golf season and they worked as many of the clubs as they could and wouldn’t dare think of turning down any money.

They were a two women team whose home base was in Wilmington. They worked two clubs there as well but it was popping more in Myrtle Beach this time of year.

Their set was over and they raked  all of the money off of the stage into paper grocery bags.

“Give it up one more time Rain  and Manolo!”

The two dancers made their way into the dressing room where they put earrings inside of a locker and slipped back into their outfits.

Rain checked her wig in the mirror to make sure that everything was in order. The platinum blonde wig covered her long thick naturally brown hair and gave her a china doll look with her chinky eyes and high cheekbones. Her golden complexion gave her the skin tone caucasian women sat in tanning salons regularly for and her body put Nicki Minaj to shame with her 32c-24-45 figure. Black with Dominican roots, she had an exoric look that made her a lot of money in the adult entertainment industry. Her partner Manolo was a shoe stopper herself. Brown Skinned with a body that didn’t stop, she was compact at five feet four inches with a well proportioned ratio between her chest and behind. She was heavily inked with a mural going up the right side of her body from her foot all the way up past her ass to the middle of her rib cage. It was in color with all types of designs from butterflies and flowers to hearts and unicorns. She had a few piercings too and got a lot of attention from the one she sported on the hood of her clit. She wore her hair in honey tipped locks and sometimes had them twisted and covered up by a wig like the one she wore tonight, matching her partner in crime platinum wig. The two looked a lot alike and could pass for her sisters but besides the friendship they’d shared for the past ten years, they weren’t related at all.

“One more hour and we’re outta here,” Rain said as she checked to make sure the master lock was secure on the locker holding all of their earnings from the night.

“Let’s make another round and see if we can get a few more private dances in V.I.P and if any of these tricks want a private party. That group of Asians act like they wanna come off some serious cake. If they’re talking right we can go head and pay the tip out fee and bounce up outta here.”

Manolo was all about her money and kept her eyes open for any opportunities to score.

She wasn’t getting any younger at 26 and knew that her dancing days would be over in the next five years as she came closer to the big three-O. She wasn’t trying to be thirty something still dancing and turning tricks. By then she wanted to be settled in with a good man, plenty money in the bank and have her catering business off the ground. She’d already graduated culinary arts school and was using stripping as a hustle to help her get up the start up capital for her business. Rain had her hands full at home with her seven year old  son Davion. She was a single mother with her son’s father in prison in New York for murder and Robbery charges and had no family support with her mother strung out on heroin, her father long gone and her brothers all doing bids in prison themselves. Her little sister Juanita lived with her and helped her out with Davion so she could go to work but that’s all she had besides her closest friend Manolo. She also had her CNA license and worked part-time at a nursing home in Wilmington, her goals was to finish up nursing school so that she could become a registered nurse and get a good job at the hospital. Until then though, the bills had to be paid and her son needed to eat so she used what she had to get by. She had no man and dated occasionally but it seemed like all the guys she met tried to control her and have her dependent upon them and that wasn’t the route she was willing to take with anybody so she just remained single and focused on her and her son as well as her little sister.

Manolo was a different story. All she had was herself to look out for and she was all about her dollars.

The club was still packed when they exited the dressing room. A trio of white girls we’re on the stage dancing, showing off their surgically enhanced breast, making the crowd shout and whistle.

Manolo wasted no time zeroing in on the group of Asians. They we’re all into the show and the lust was evident in their eyes. She gyrated her hips, shaking her ass in front of them, then touched her toes, giving them a clear view of her fat, neatly trimmed pussy.

“Damn!” they yelled in unison as she continued to put on her demonstration for them.

After giving them all lap dances and being joined by Rain, they’d cleared another few hundred and the group requested a private session at their hotel.

They agreed on the price and the two hustlers made their way back to the dressing room where they freshened up a little then changed into their civilian clothes, packing all of their outfits into their Louie V bags and retrieving their loot. They paid tip out fees to the manager and hopped into Manolo’s black and chrome Range Rover Evoque.

Rain gave Juanita a call to let her know they we’re going to be home in the morning and they made their way to the hotel on the waterfront just off of Ocean Highway.

After carefully locking up the car, they made their way to the lobby where they were met by one of the Asians who led them to the elevators and up to the penthouse.

They got their money up front and slid into the bathroom to prepare themselves for the task at hand. Mandolo pulled a small package out of her Gucci handbag that contained blue pills with the Mustang emblem stamped in the middle. She popped one in her mouth and washed it down with some Aquafina.

“The molly hit fast either way but I’m popping mines in my ass,” Rain said leaning to the side and siding her thong over.

“Help a bitch out,” She demanded.

Mandolo slid the pill into her asshole making sure it was in deep. They were comfortable enough with each other to do such activities,and had even participated in some girl on girl action with each other in the past. The Asians we’re all horny and ready to fuck so they gave them what they paid two thousand dollars a piece for.

Everything went smoothly and they we’re on the highway back to Wilmington in a couple of hours with their pockets full, their customers satisfied and their pussies righteously licked. They made it home around four o’clock in the morning. When they pulled up to the house, the porch light was on, plus a light was still on in the living room. A white Cadillac sat parked out front that they didn’t recognize.

“I told that girl about having niggas over here like that,” Rain said.

“She’ll learn the hard way, bringing home strays” Manolo Jokes.

They hopped out and made their way inside. Juanita sat on the couch and smoked a blunt with a young guy that looked as though he could’ve been Rick Ross’s brother. He was fat, sharkskinned, and had a thick beard. Juanita had a guilty look on her face. She knew she was gonna hear it from them later on. Not only was she violating by having a stranger in the house, she had the nerve to have this wack ass buster in there.

“Hey y’all, how was work?” She asked trying to ease the tension.

“Work was work, Where is Davion?”

“He’s in his room sleep. This is Bobby. Bobby this is My sister Renee’ and our friend Sabrina.”

“What’s happening’?” he greeted taking a strong pull off of a sloppy blunt he had rolled.

“Tell me you got some more of that” Manolo said walking up on him. She was still feeling aggressive from the MDMA and was feening for something to smoke.

“What you want?” This was why Juanita was messing with him in the first place; he had plenty of strong weed on deck.

“You got half a quarter?”

“Fa sho, just gimme fifty for it,” he said pulling out a sack full of bud and a small digital scale.

He weighed out three and a half grams and tore off a piece of plastic, wrapping up the buds then handing the package to Manolo. She gave him a handful of dollar bills that she’d earned on stage in the strip club.

“You got anymore cigars or cigarillos?” She was ready to blow one now.

“Yeah, I got one swisher left here,” he said handing her a swisher sweet cigarillo. It would do for the moment but she needed more than that to satisfy her lungs.

“Do me a favor sweetie and get me a box of Vanilla dutches from the store and some blacks, she said handing him a handful of loose one dollar bills.

“Damn you oneing a nigga to death,” he joked stuffing the bills inside his jacket pocket.

“Money is money my dude. They spend just like the rest,” she assured him. They locked eyes and little did he know Manolo was sizing him up and plotting on getting into his pockets. The hustler in her was always looking for an angle to get more money.

“I’ll be in my room,” she informed them, walking off with an extra twist in her hips.

He was locked in and visualizing hitting her from the back. Juanita was a dime but her sister and friend we’re the truth. It would be a bonus if he could smash one of them too. His money was right and he knew they were strippers and that he could get some action for the right price. He was stuck on stupid until Juanita slapped him upside the head.

“Snap out of it fool, and let’s go to the damn store,” Jannita said knowing what was going on in his mind. His eyes said it all. She planned on hitting him a little harder for playing’ her like that.

Rain watched the whole scene and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Bring me a pack of Newports and a Heineken,” she said handing Juanita Ten dollars.

“I’ll be in the shower.”

She walked in to check on her son and then made her way to her master bedroom.

Juanita and her company left out the house leaving the door unlocked behind them. She didn’t have her key on her and was too lazy to go look for it in her room. Besides, they lived in a neighborhood and both her sister and Manolo were home.

They hopped in the Cadillac and pulled off.

Meanwhile; Rain was enjoying the hot water in the shower. She had the radio on listening to Trey Songz sing about how sex ain’t better than love.

The water was soothing and it felt good to wash off all of the sweat and grime from her long night at work. She hummed along with the tune, unaware death itself had just walked into her home. Manolo sat in her room smoking a blunt while organizing all of her earnings for the night. Her digital safe was opened up and numerous stacks of cash we’re on display. She was going to have to make a deposit into her bank account later on that morning. The economy was still terrible and a lot of people were struggling day to day to make ends meet but she had that true hustlers ambition and knew how to go out and get it instead of waiting around for somebody to do it for her. She was deep into her thoughts when someone knocked on her door. She’d zoned out and didn’t think she ever heard the car pull back up or the front door open. She closed up her safe and slid back inside her closet before strutting over to the door.

“Damn that was quick,” she started until she opened the door. Her heart froze in terror as the knife slashed through her chest. Blood sprayed all over the room and she looked on helplessly as she was being butchered. Her last sight was the clown mask with the look of pure evil in her killer’s eyes. She never thought that her life would end like this and her last thought was “What did I do to deserve this?”

Rain stood in the mirror wrapping up her hair. She thought she heard something hit the wall in the other room but brushed it off thinking that it was probably Juanita and her friend playing around. She hoped that they didn’t make too much noise and wake up her son. Miquel’s song “All I want Is You” played on the radio and she did a little dance humming to lyrics. He entered the bathroom without her noticing. He tapped her back and she almost shitted on herself.

“Ahhh,!” she screamed in shock.

“Boy, don’t scare me like that no more. You almost gave me a damn heart attack.”

Davion stood in the entrance to the bathroom in his spongebob pajamas.

“I saw a clown moma” he said bright eyed with excitement.

She had no clue what he was talking about.

“You must’ve been dreaming baby. You want to lay down with mommy?”

“No momma, i’m telling you it was in ‘nolo room. He spilled some paint all over the place too, c’mon and look” he said excited pulling her arm.

“I don’t know what this boy talkin’ about. I hope he aint get no contact from that weed they was smoking” she thought to herself as they walked out of the bathroom to inspect what he was telling her.

“Manolo what you got goin’ on in here?” she asked walking into the bedroom.

Blood was splattered everywhere and her friend lay on the bed almost unrecognizable with multiple stab wounds on her face and body. All she could do was grab Davion and run out of the room and into hers. She cried hysterically and locked the door behind them. Her phone was on the charger and she grabbed it dialing 911 to get some help. She had a fully loaded .380 in her closet and retrieved it clicking the safety off, ready to defend herself and her child. After about five to ten minutes, what felt like forever to her, the police arrived.

Wilmington Police Department officers, forensics from the New Hanover County Sheriff’s Department and Homicide Detectives were all over the place when Juanita and her guy friend pulled up from the store. They’d been at Wal-mart bullshitting around and had no idea what was going on at the house.

“What the fuck happened?” Bobby slowed down and parked a few blocks down to let Juanita out. There was no way that he was going down there to that scene. He had drugs on him plus he was on probation. “Im’a holla at you babe.” he told her as she was getting out of the car.

“You aint shit man. Don’t bounce on me like that Bobby, something could’ve happened to my sister and nephew,” she pleaded. She was scared and couldn’t believe how he was bitching up on her.

“I’m out yo. Call me later or something,” he said putting the car in reverse.”

“ you ain’t shit nigga, I’ll never call yo punk ass again! Lose my number too,” she screamed slamming the door.

He didn’t even respond, just reversed the car, made a U-turn and burned out She approached the house and attempted to cross through the yellow crime scene tape. An officer in uniform approached her and stopped her from walking any further.

“Ma’am this is officially a crime scene. What is your relevance here?”

He was well over six feet tall and built like an offensive lineman in the NFL.

“I stay here with my sister,” she began to explain until Davion ran into her arms followed by her sister. Rain’s eyes were swollen from crying and she looked in a mess.

“What’s going on Renee?” Juanita asked, her heart dropping to her stomach.

“Somebody killed Manolo,” she said breaking down crying again.

“What, that’s insane. We just left to go to the store and we weren’t even gone that long. This shit aint real.” Janita said in complete shock. The entire situation felt surreal to her and she couldn’t grasp the fact that their friend was just murdered.

“It was the clown Auntie Nita,” Davion said matter of factly. He thought that it was all a game and really didn’t understand what was going on.

“The clown, what the hell is he talking about?” Juanita was confused.

“He said that he saw a clown playing with her in the bed. Whoever it was, thank god they didn’t hurt my baby.” She held her sister with Davion in the middle as they mourned their friend.

Detective Harris and McQueen examined the victim and came up with the same conclusion: They were dealing with a serial killer. The body was stabbed repeatedly like the previous two plus her eyes were carved out. The scene was grotesque and it was a shame how such a beautiful young lady had been defiled and brought to such a horrific end.

“Sabrina Miller. Date of birth, March 24th, 1986. Damn she was a baby, Detective Harris said sadly.

“We have to stop this madness. There has to be some kind of connection with all the vics.”

McQueen was determined to solve this one before more young women were brought to the same fate.

After an hour of interviewing the victims roommates, they still didn’t have any answers as to who did this or why. They didn’t recognize the first two victims and doubted that their dead friend knew them. Three totally different young women all murdered in the same style by what obviously was the same person. The only thing that they all had in common was that their first initial to their first names, was the letter “S”.

Chapter 4

Shaunte stood up and clapped her hands as the choir sang. She felt blessed to be a part of the congregation and was dressed in her Sunday’s best: A conservative pinstripe navy blue dress with matching hats and pumps. Her shoulder length hair shined radiantly and her face was immaculately made up. Her manicured nails boasted a design that perfectly matched her outfit and everybody complimented her on how good she looked.

She’d come a long way in the past four years. Drugs once destroyed her life. Crack, Cocaine, alcohol, marijuana and cigarettes were all vices that turned her life upside down. She felt the positive energy in the building and couldn’t help but smile brightly. This was her high now, the feeling of Joy she felt knowing that her life was back on track. Her friends and family we’re all proud that she was able to find the strength to check into a rehabilitation clinic and come out on top. She’d hit rock bottom; was homeless she could, whenever she could get some rest. She sold her body for small pieces of rock letting guys have their way with her, totally degrading herself just to get high. She had two miscarriages and her last child was stillborn, only after spending five months inside of her poisonous womb with no lungs and a deformed heart. At the time she was glad it was dead. She don’t know who the father was anyway, plus it was another mouth that she wasn’t trying to feed. The only thing she wanted to feed was her addiction.

“Hallelujah! Thank you Lord!” she shouted in praise as she remembered the rough path she’d traveled on. All she could do is take it one day at a time and stay focused on her goals. She was still a young attractive woman at 29 years of age and had a lot of living left to do. She was in school for cosmetology and had a job working at her cousins beauty salon washing and drying hair.

She was single and wanted to meet a good man but it was hard for people to get over the way they remembered her from her days of smoking crack.

She had her eyes on one guy in particular who attended the same church and she hoped to see him today. She’d been checking the door every time someone walked in from outside but she didn’t see him enter the building. He was the type of man she needed in her life to be that other half to help her up to the level she had the potential to be on. He was a couple of years older than her and had always treated her with respect even when she was down to her worse. Since her rehabilitation, he’d constantly shown his support and she was so into him but afraid that he only looked at her as a charity case and wouldn’t be interested in having a relationship like she obsessively desired.

Service ended and she made her rounds to speak to the members of the church.

“What’s up sister Shaunte?” an older man dressed to the tees in a smoke gray three piece suit greeted.

“Bishop Holmes, it’s so good to see you!”

She hugged him and stood talking to him for a couple minutes catching up on one of her friends Keisha who happened to be his niece.

“Keisha’s doing good out there in Maryland. She just bought a house with her husband and is expecting her third child next month.”

She was happy to hear that Keisha was doing alright for herself. They use to hang out and party back in the days and she was able to clean up her act years ago and move forward in life while shaunte had went in the opposite direction. She couldn’t help but ponder on the thought that; that could’ve been her, if only she had kept up.

“Don’t give up Shaunte. The lord puts us through things to help refine us to our greatest form. Just like the diamond goes through the process of refinement to remove the excess dirt and grime to shape it into the magnificent jewel that we so much adore, that’s what happened with you. You’re such a beautiful soul and beautiful young lady and I just want to see you shine like you’re supposed to do. The bishops’ words uplifted her spiritually and she gave him another hug before parting ways.

“Whats good Shaunte?”

Her heart fluttered and she felt a rush of heat and hearing his sexy voice. She fluttered around, and there he was. He stood at about 5’10 inches, was of a medium build and wore his hair in a short tapered style with small waves that he kept maintained daily. He was a straight hood dude he had a classy way of carrying himself  that gave him a lot of character. She wanted him with a passion.

“What’s going on Leon? You’re looking sharp in your suit,”

She said giving him a friendly hug.

“You’re looking good yourself”. I’ve been looking for you since service ended to see if you’d like to join me for dinner.”

He flashed his charming smile and she felt like she was going to melt. It was flattering to be asked out by this man that she’d been attracted to and she felt good about herself.

“Sure, I’m with that”, she said returning his smile with a dazzling one of her own. It was a blessing that she still had all of her pearly whites after all the abuse she put them through hitting the crack pipe.

“I just have to find my auntie Tina. I rode here with her so I should tell her I’m leaving with you so she won’t be worried.”

“Go ahead and handle your business. I’ll have the car parked out front waiting for you.”

He turned around and made his way outside while she went to find her aunt.

She found her talking to a couple of her longtime homegirls and let her know that she would be home later.

“I knew that boy had the hots for you,” Aunt Tina said happy that her niece was finally going out with a decent man.

“Don’t do nothin’ I wouldn’t do” one of her aunt friends joked as she made her way to the exit.

She just laughed as she walked away with an extra twist in her step.

Leon sat in his new Nissan Maxima. It was all black with lightly tinted windows and some Armor-Alled tires with factory alloy rims. He hopped out and held the passenger side door open for her.

“You’re car’s nice, she complimented as she helped her inside onto butter soft cream leather seats. She felt special as he hopped back behind the steering wheel and they pulled off.

“So what type of food you like?” He asked.

“How about the buffet at Golden Corral?

They had a huge variety of dishes and she loved their freshly baked bread.

“Golden Corral it is.”

Beyonce’s song “Love on Top” played on the radio as he maneuvered out of the parking lot and they made their way into the restaurant.

“Thanks for joining me Shaunte. I’ve been meaning to get at you for awhile now but I didn’t know if you’d be interested.”

“Boy please. I’ve been feeling you. If anything, I thought you wouldn’t want to mess with me considering all the shit I been through. You’ve seen me at my lowest out here running the streets, and lord knows I was a mess.”

“True, but I always saw the best in you and I’m so glad that you were able to get it together. I believe everybody deserves a second chance and I was hoping we could kick it sometimes so that we can get to know each other better and see what happens”

She’d always wanted to hear this from him and was beaming inside.

“I’m with that,” she replied happily.

They talked a little more until they pulled into the parking lot of Golden Corral. Plenty  of people we’re there to get a good meal and the line was pretty long. He offered her his hand and she gladly accepted it. They walked holding hands as they joined the line.

“Umm, the food  smells good , I’m starving,” she said as they entered the building . Families with little kids packed the place after fifteen minutes, they were led to a table for the two of them where they grabbed their plates and made their way to the buffet line.

As they ate, they got to know one another more. Leon was only a few months home off of a small prison bid and was working as a freelance photographer taking pictures for weddings, graduations, and he also helped local models start up their portfolios. He was into shooting for videos as well and building up a nice clientele over the web through YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. Besides that, he did temp work whenever there was a job open and was doing pretty good for himself. He had a son by his ex but she’d met some guy and moved to Atlanta with him taking his man with her while he was in prison. He paid child support and he sent whatever he could to help out. All in all, he was a good man and they had a lot in common. Their lives were both almost destroyed by the streets but they’d been blessed to take another route.

“We’re both working hard to stay positive and get ourselves on the right track, so why not link up and get ourselves together; together? Feel me?”

He looked into her eyes and waited on her response. Everything was laid out on the table with that statement and he was serious about getting with her on a more intimate level. She thought only for a few seconds before a huge smile spread across her face.

“I’m down with that. Let’s do it.”

He reached over and pulled her closer to him for a kiss. Their lips met and she couldn’t believe that this guy who she was so infatuated with had just fulfilled her fantasy with one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever received.

Just as they finished up their kiss, a group of guys walked by and one of them did a quick double take recognizing Shaunte.

“Shaunte?”

She looked up into the face of one of her dealers from around the way. He was the last person she wanted to see at a time like this.

“Oh hey Little B,” she spoke with little enthusiasm.

“You ain’t been around in a while. You looking fine as hell too. You should holla at me later on. I got some straight drop for you.” He smiled and she figured that she’d hit him up later for a hit so that he could get some sexual favors out of her in return.

“Hey bruh, she don’t rock like that no more. Pardon self,” Leon said standing up for her.

“What, you captain save a hoe or something nigga?”

“I’m her man, that’s who I am and I’m asking you respectfully to keep it moving so that me and my lady can finish our date?”

“Is there a problem over here,” a waiter asked sensing something about to pop off.

“Nah, we good,” Little B said walking off with his crew.

“Don’t let that clown upset you Shaunte.” He’s just being what he is, a dumbass street nigga.”

“I hate that shit. I wish that I could just erase all of that shit I did out there and start from scratch,” she said frustrated at the whole situation.

“Then you wouldn’t be the women you are today. If you live a life with no regrets then you never really lived.”

Leon’s words of wisdom soothed her and she felt better knowing that she had a guy like him who genuinely had her best interests at heart.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said helping her out of her seat. He paid for their meals and they exited the restaurant. Just as they made it to the car, an old silver Chrysler pulled up on them. The crew from inside of the restaurant hopped out led by Little B.

“What’s up now nigga?”

Leon reached under his seat and pulled out a fifty caliber Desert Eagle. The sun reflected off of the chrome and the barrel was pointed straight at Little B’s chest. Leon was ready to squeeze and didn’t have one ounce of fear in his heart.

“Back the fuck off, or get ready to meet Jesus mafuckas!” Shaunte was shocked. She didn’t know that Leon was so gangsta and the way he acted secretly turned her own.

She thought fast and hopped into the driver’s seat, cranking up the car so that they could get away before somebody called the police. The guys backed away with their hands up and got into the car and pulled away swiftly. They wanted to give Leon a beat down but weren’t prepared for gunplay. Leon jumped into the passenger side and Shaunte drove them away from the area. She watched as he hit a button that opened up a compartment where he stashed the gun.

“Sorry you had to see all that babe.”

“It’s all good Leon. It’s dangerous out here and I understand that you gotta do. I think you’re sexy when you’re mad,” she said with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Oh yeah? Sexy enough where you’d be interested in going to my place.”

She thought she’d never ask.

“Let’s go,” she said reaching over to rub her hand on his thigh. He grasped her hand in his and brought it up to his lips kissing her pretty fingers.

By the time they pulled up to his place, she was already soaking wet, and he was already rock hard. As soon as got into the bedroom, he took control smoothly stripping her out of her dress and underwear.

He licked her nipples that stood at attention and then made his way to her fat pussy which was lightly covered with hairs. He devoured her until she was begging him to go inside of her. He reached into his nightstand and grabbed a condom. She took it from him and used her mouth to expertly roll it onto his length. She stroked it a few times with her lips locked and head bobbing up and down to a rhythm that almost made him cum prematurely. She stopped and gripped his dick, guiding it inside of her pussy. It was tight and fit him like a glove.

“Damn this pussy is the best,” he praised as he pounded it out.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…..ahhhhhhhhhhhh, was all that came out of her as she was sexed by the man of her dreams. He took his time and pleased her, making her have multiple orgasms before he released into the condom. They lay side by side, sweating and panting in the aftermath.

“Damn boo, that was the bomb,” she said rubbing his chest.

“You wore me out daddy!”

He laughed and thought of how Amazing she was. She had an incredible body plus he loved her personality.

After a few minutes of intermission, they went back at it for another round. They couldn’t get enough of each other and ended up collapsing after a couple of hours of extreme love making.

She came to and looked at the digital clock on the nightstand which showed that it was one thirty in the morning. She had to help open up in the shop in the morning and needed to go home so that she’d be ready on time. She nudged Leon and he slowly woke up out of his deep sexually induced slumber.

“Wake up baby. I need you to take me home so I can get ready for work.”

“Aight, just give me a minute to get myself together,” he said sitting up and checking out the time.

“Damn we been out for a minute,” he said when he realized how much time had flown by.

They got dressed and made their way across town to her house. They both had that glow from good sex and smiles on their faces.

“I get off at about four.”

“You want me to swing by the shop and scoop you up?”

“Yeah, I’ll be waiting on you.” She said happily, knowing that she would be the trending topic in the shop once all the chicks there saw her and her new man was. She felt on top of the world, like she was finally winning.

He pulled up in front of the house and put the car in park, hopped out and opened the door for her.

“You’re such a gentleman,” she asked giving him a kiss.

They had a long sensual kiss before she made her way inside the house. She looked in the kitchen and saw that her aunt had brought some leftover cakes and pies from the church.

She dug into a piece of pecan pie and washed it down with some sunny delight. Just as she made it inside of her room and slipped her feet into some bedroom shoes, there was a light knock on the door.

“Leon must’ve forgot something,” she mumbled to herself, as she made her way to the front door.

She opened the door without thinking twice about it and was snatched out on the screened in porch by her hair.

She was in shock and struggled to get loose, but the hand that gripped her hair wouldn’t yield. The killer raised his knife and stabbed her in the back of her head at the base of her skull where it connected with the spinal cord killing her instantly. Her last thoughts were of Leon and the knowledge that her dreams and future with him would never happen.

Her aunt heard something slam on the porch and thought that the paper boy had thrown the paper hard at the house again. She’d told them time and time again about that shit and was going to call them up and curse somebody out. She put on her night robe and went to get the paper. The front door was wide open and she automatically knew that something was wrong. What she saw next brought her to her knees.

Shaunte was lying on the ground on top of a puddle of blood with her empty eye sockets looking into eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5:

Shanelle sat at the table bagging up Kush. She filled the small sacs up until they resembled pillows then placed them into a large sandwich bag. A Quarter pound sat on the table and the aroma from the high grade marijuana stank up the whole apartment. Her sister Tanita walked into her room without knocking, and fanned the lit incense in her hand.

“That shit too damn strong Shanelle. You know momma gonna trip when she come home from work. Tighten up,” she said with attitude. She was seventeen and thought she was grown with her overdeveloped body that all the guys in the hood were chasing. She had a slutty walk that made Shanelle sick.

“Shut your little hot ass up and don’t worry about what I got going on. Momma know what time it is. I’m gettin’ this money!”

She loved her sister but had to put her in her place sometimes. Shanelle was pretty, with a banging body herself, but she was straight thugged out. Tanita was the diva, in a pair of designer stretch pants and a little tight fitting top that advertised her perky nipples. It was evident that she had on no bra. Her hair was freshly pressed and shoulder length. Her toes were painted bright pink inside of a pair of open toed house slippers.

Shanelle, on the other hand was dressed in a pair of black Levi’s, red Chuck Taylor’s and a white v-necked t-shirt. A black and red Chicago Bulls snapback rested on top of her micro braids that she had back in a ponytail. Her Glock .40 sat in her lap and her Iphone sat on the counter plugged into the charger. The radio was playing an afternoon mix on Coast 97.3. Meek Millz was going in on his new song “Lean Wit it, Rock Wit it” and Shanelle bobbed her head to the beat as she continued to bag up.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful and finish bagging up this load”

“Oh no boo-boo, I just got my nails done, I aint ‘bouta break em already”

“You wanna act like that? That’s cool. Don’t ask me for shit then. Next time you wanna smoke, call one of them bum ass niggas you fuckin’.”

“I hate yo ass Shanelle! I hope you get knocked bitch,” Tanita said walking out of the room bouncing her behind.

“Get the fuck outta here hoe!”

Shenelle sucked her teeth and continued her task. She was twenty-two and knee deep in the streets selling drugs and gang bangin’. Her red bandanna hang from her right back pocket showcasing her affiliation to the Bloods. She sold all types of drugs; cocaine, heroin, ecstasy pills, molly, prescription pills, and marijuana. Through her connections, she’d ran into a good batch of kush for a lower price than usual and was about to change the game with fat dime bags in the hood. Other hustlers were too lazy to travel out of town to purchase at better wholesale prices so she didn’t have to worry about competition. She had ten pounds on deck and everybody was trying to score from her. She lived in HillCrest, a housing development on the South Side of Wilmington with her mother and Sister. She was working on getting her own spot but her mother had a serious gambling problem and was always short on her bill money. Her mother worked and when wasn’t at her job, she was either at Bingo or at one of the little spots she liked to play video poker at. She hit sometimes but was mostly on the losing end of the spectrum.

She did her best to be a single mother and genuinely loved her daughters. Their father was doing a life sentence at Central Prison for first degree murder. He’d been gone since Shanelle was ten years old. She’d inherited her thuggish ways from watching him all the time when she was a child. She missed him and she stayed in touch with him through letters, visites, and phone calls. Tanita was a pretty girl like their mother. They we’re like night and day but they still shared that sisterly bond. Her phone rang interrupting the zone she was in.

“Yeah”, she answered.

“Shanelle, this Glad. What’s shakin’? You on deck wit the loud?”

It was one of her homebodies named Gladiata. He was a little older than her and she’d always admired him from back into the early 2000’s when he hit the scene real heavy doing his battle rap thing. He was a beast on the mic and his music was always on point.

“Trillz. How much you want?” She asked

“How much would you charge the homie for a half-zone?”

“For you, $125” she said.

She usually charge between $150-$200, but he got homeboy discount plus he would turn her on to more customers.

“Bet that, I’m at the mall. Where you want me to meet you at?”

“I’m at the brib, in HillCrest. Park on 13th and Hit my line.”

“Trillz. Give me about fifteen minutes.” he said ending the call.

She got the order ready for him and slid on her black flight jacket, slipping her Glock into her pocket.

He lit her phone letting her know he was about to pull up. She walked outside and scoped the area. A few people were out on their porches being nosey as usual. Cars zoomed up and down the street and she noticed a police car cruising going towards Huston Moore, another housing development a few blocks away. Nobody paid her attention as she walked up to his burgundy Cadillac CTS and hopped into the back seat. He was listening to a mixtape and a pretty white girl sat in his passenger seat.

“What’s bangin’ sis?” he asked while they did their signature handshake.

“You already know homey, here” she said handing him the package. She always saw him with a bad bitch and liked his style with his red tipped dreadlocks. He handed her the money and passed the pack to the white girl who already had a wrap ready to twist up.

“Im’a bark at you sis. Coast to Coast”

“Hood to Hood” she replied, hopping out of the car and headed back to her house. She ran inside and added the money to her stash. She was just stacking her paper up. Her only goals was to get more and more money, and to just enjoy life to the fullest. Her closet was packed with all the latest fashions, she had a newer model Toyota Camry, and she was in the process of going in with one of her homeboys on opening up a small club so that she could make even more money. She was single by choice and had a couple of guys that she dealt with occasionally but nothing serious. She didn’t have any kids and was free to do her own thing. Her mother often wished she would find a nice guy to settle down with and give her some grandbabies but Shanelle was too gutter for all that. She applied some gloss to her dry lips and looked at herself in the mirror. Her smooth chocolate complexion and slanted eyes gave her a dangerously sexy look.

“Damn you a bad bitch! She said to herself with a smile.

She went back to bagging up and was in the grove listening to the radio.

“Yeah this ya girl Shay Boogie hoping y’all staying safe out there. If you haven’t heard their is a psycho killer on the loose out there killing young women. Yeah y’all , a serial killer, so stay on point ladies…” the radio personality announced catching her attention.

“I wish a mutha fucka would try to murk me, I’ll light they ass up!” She said clutching her glock. She finished up her task and noticed that it was getting dark outside. She stood up and stretched her legs.

“What the hell is that damn smell in here Shanelle?” her mother yelled standing in the doorway.

“I’m baggin’ up some trees, my bad ma”

“Do that shit somewhere else. My house not no damn drug lab. Where your sister at?”

“Your guess is good as mine. She left earlier.”

“Well I hope she careful out there with all that killing shit goin’ on.”

“Yeah I just heard about it on the radio. Shit Brazy.”

“Damn sure is, do me a favor and get me a pack of cigarettes from the store. I ain’t have enough change on me and I don’t feel like going back out.”

“I got you ma.”

Her mother still had on her hotel work uniform. She worked in the kitchen as a cook and always smelled like fried food.

Shanelle grabbed her GLock and headed outside. She walked on the edge of the projects and passed a few friends headed in the direction she’d just come from. “Po-Po at the front babe, be careful.” one informed her as they hastily made their way to the back of the projects.

She kept it moving and decided to cross over to the other side of the street away from the projects. Traffic was heavy and she finally made it to the other side. The two stores closest to her were closed so she had to walk another couple blocks to the gas station. The Amoco was packed with cars at pumps and she noticed her homegirl Brenda at the register. She was looking fly in a pair of red jeans, white and red Jordans and a skintight hooded long sleeve white shirt under a red bubble vest. She had her hair cut into a short stylist design and she was looking like a young Stacey Dash.

“What’s up B?” she greeted as she entered the store.

“Oh shit, what’s goodie Shanelle?”

They hugged and Brenda felt the bulge in her jacket.

“Damn bitch, you stay with that ratchet,” Brenda said matter of factly.

“And you know this! Shit real out here on the streets. What’s poppin tonight though?”

“The brickhouse is having some shit tonight. Me, Kita, Angel, and Nikki going. Fuck wit us.”

Shanelle thought about it and decided to take her up on her offer. It wasn’t anything else to do that night plus it would be a great opportunity for her to sell some trees and do a little bit of advertising to build some clientele.

“Trillz, i’ll see y’all down there. Let me get dressed and handle a couple things and i’ll hit your phone when i’m leaving.”

“That’s a go. You still got some loud?”

“Yeah. Give me a ride back to the brib, I’ll hook you up.”

She purchased the cigarette and a box of Vanilla Dutch Masters. Brenda was driving a forest green Mitsubishi Montero Sport.

The other three girls we’re inside and she slid in the back beside Kita.

“What’s up bitch?” Kita spoke with a smile. She was short and Chubby with piercings in her lips and cheeks. Her hair was covered by a wig with red highlights in it accenting her high yellow complexion.

“Aint shit. How your big ass doing?” Shanelle replied jokingly.

Nikki spoke to her and she couldn’t help but notice something different about her appearance.

“Bitch I know you aint cut off all your hair?”

Shanelle was used to seeing Nikki with her long pretty hair that fell down her back. That was her pride and joy besides her super fat booty.

“Yeah, I had to switch it up on these haters. I’m on my Amber Rose shit now,” she said rubbing her hand over her fresh haircut.

“Only you could pull some shit like that. My head too funny shaped for all that,” Angel said. She had her blonde highlighted hair straightened and flowing past her shoulders. She had Native American features with Hazel eyes and a nicely proportioned body.

“What’s goody Angel?” Shanelle greeted.

“You! You gonna go out with us right?”

“Yeah, I’ma go. I gotta change my clothes first and I’ll meet y’all downtown.”

Brenda hopped in with a bag full of cigars, waters, and juices. She passed the beverages around and all of them pulled out a pill that they popped simultaneously then washed it down.

“Damn y’all on them jump-off’s?”

“We got some ex pills from that boy El.” Kita said showing her one.

It was green with a Toyota symbol imprinted in the center.

“Yeah, I know El. That’s homey. Let get one. I’ll give you some trees in exchange.”

Kita handed her one and she used the cellphone plastic off of the box of the cigars to place it in then slid it into her little pocket in her pants. They pulled up to her spot and she ran inside. She gave her her mother the cigarettes then grabbed a couple of bags fro her friends.

“These some nice ass bags. What they going for?” Brenda asked.

“They goin’ for ten and I got that weight too.”

“Bring plenty tonight. I got my lil sugar daddy swinging through. I’ll make him buy some plus you already know everybody gonna be tryna get their lungs right.” Kita said.

“Bet, imma holla at y’all hoes lata.” she said hopping out and making her way inside. She chose something erotic out of her closet, that would have all the guys drooling. It was seldom that she flaunts her body like that and she felt like being sexy tonight. After showering and lotioning herself down, she sprayed on some curve crush for females. She slid into a pair of fishnet stockings, a candy apple red spaghetti stringed mini dress and a pair of black red bottom pumps. She accessorized with some yellow gold bangles, a set of yellow gold earrings hang from her earlobes anchored by two carat princess cut diamonds, and a link necklace that sported a diamond encrusted “S” on the charm. She applied glitter makeup on her shoulders and a little foundation on her face as well as a little eye shadow, along with lip gloss to enhance her beauty. She kept her micro braids tied back to show off her pretty face. It was chilly outside so she put on a black leather jacket. She grabbed her black and red Gucci clutch, sliding her glock inside as well as some money to finance her night, twenty bags of Kush and a nice little personal smoke pack with the box of dutches. She walked out of her room with her killer strut in full effect. As she entered the living room, she noticed Tanita on the couch straddling some young guy like she was giving him a lap dance in a strip club.

“Go get a room or something!” She yelled startling the two youngsters.

“Go get a room or something?” she said startling them.

“Damn Shanelle, quit cockblocking!” Tanita sucked her teeth and stood up, the young guys eyes glued to her ass as it jiggled from her movements.

“Momma’s in the room, so you better be lucky I’m saying something before she come in here and catch your little fast ass out here disrespecting her living room.

“I’m about to go out so tighten the fuck up.” She warned walking past shaking her that was even more juicier than her little sisters.

The young guys jaw dropped and he stroked his chin.

POW! Tanita popped him upside his head once she realized he was looking at her sisters’ ass.

“Damn girl, what’s wrong with you?” he complained.

“Don’t be looking at my sister clown.”

Shanelle smiled to herself and continued outside to her car.

“You got a lot to learn little sis,” she said aloud to herself.

She crank up her Camry, turned the heat up, and put some music while she rolled up a blunt. She popped the pill and washed it down with some cranberry juice, lit the blunt and stashed it her gun in the stash box before pulling off. She called Brenda and let her know she was on the way.

“Kita, will be out front wit her boo, that nigga Freddy. She want some of that smoke, Brenda informed her.

“Aight, I’m on my way. Im’a park at the deck by the library.”

“Hurry your ass up bitch! These niggas in here cuttin’ up!” Brenda was hype.

The music was beating in the background and she heard voices singing to the music. She cruised down Castle Street smoking her blunt, listening to Kendrick Lamar’s C.D. She made it downtown to the parking deck and found a spot on the second level tucked in between a black Tahoe and a blue Ford F-150 truck. She got out and immediately felt the rush of the pill high kicking in. She was feeling amazing and walked with a swagger like she was on a runaway in Paris at a photo shoot. She hit the strip and all eyes were on her.

“Yo, baby girl, what’s goodie?” guys screamed from cars riding by.

She just smiled and kept it moving. The front of the club was packed and she spotted Kita standing next to her guy friend Freddy. He was a stocky brown skinned guy wearing a Pelle Pelle leather jacket, jeans, and Timberlands.

“What up Shanelle?” he spoke when he noticed her.

“Damn hoe! What you tryna steal all the niggas or something? Looking all dolled up and shit!” Kita gave her a hug and shyly slid her a fifty dollar bill. Shanelle pulled out six bags and handed them to Kita, who quickly threw them inside of her purse, giving one of them to Freddy who eyed it in his palm, put it to his nose and smelled the fruity aroma

“This that fire! Good look Shanelle.” he said walking off with Kita back into the club. The bouncers didn’t mess with them and she followed closely behind.

“What’s up sexy? Hold up, Shanelle?” one of the bouncers asked, recognizing her.

“Trillz, what’s up Teeda?” She gave him a pound and continued inside of the club, her clutch full of drugs and her Glock. The dance floor was jam packed. It was super hot so she left her jacket up front after getting a coat check from the cashier.

2 Chainz song “Feds watchin’ was knockin’ in the system. Everybody chanted along with the hook, then the D.J switched to Young Jeezy’s song “Super Freak”. She couldn’t help but move her body to the beat. Guys swarmed around her and she basked in the attention. Brenda and Nikki linked up with her, bottles of Moscato on deck, apparently high out of their minds.

“Wowee, what’s up Shanelle?” Nikki yelled over the music, passing her an almost full bottle of chilled Moscato.

“C’mon with us!” Brenda urged, pulling her to the VIP section where the rest of her girls were all drinking and smoking with some guys they knew, a few she’d never seen before. They partied the whole night and she made a new friend, a guy name Trey from Raleigh. He was trying to get her to go to his hotel with him, and she agreed to meet him. He was staying at the Howard Johnson Express.

All of her friends separated, leaving with their booty calls for the night. She was one of the last to exit the club, her new friend walking with her to the parking deck. They exchanged phone numbers.

“I’m in room 129. Call me as soon as you get there sexy.” he said giving her a hug, gripping her ass and pulling her close for a kiss.

“I’ll be there daddy, just give me enough time to hit the store and grab some things.”

Her pussy was soaking wet and she was ready to put it on him.

They split and Shanelle staggered to the elevator in the parking deck. She hopped on and rode it to the second level where her car was parked. The elevator door opened, and she almost ran into a guy as she exited.

“Hey man, watch it yo!” She demanded reaching into her purse, grabbing her glock.

The guy stepped into the light and she was shocked when she noticed the crazy looking clown mask he had on. He walked closer to her, and she pulled her pistol out to show him she meant business.

“Back the-” before she could finish her sentence the assailant swung the butcher knife with lightning fast speed slicing her hand holding the weapon clean off.

She froze in terror, her bladder releasing all the drinks she’d consumed in a puddle between her legs.

A scream was caught in her throat as the killer sliced her from ear to ear. He grabbed her by her braids and drug her inside her car and did his ritual; he cut out her eyeballs. He finished his business and left her carcass behind, disappearing into the night like a phantom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

She rode him like a professional competing in the Kentucky Derby.

“Oooo Yeah Daddy! Yessss!”

He gripped her waist and pumped his hips upward stabbing her little snug fitting pussy. She trembled in orgasm, saying words in a foreign language that he didn’t comprehend. Her muscles gripped him and he released his seed inside of her.

“Ahhhh-shittt…”

The way he felt couldn’t be described in words. She collapsed on top of him and he held her, his manhood still deep inside.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzzzz… His phone vibrated bringing him back from the brink of unconsciousness.

“Harris,” He answered in a low voice placing his cell phone to his ear.

“We got another one,” his partner Sybil Mcqueen said.

“Where?”

“Downtown. The parking deck beside the library. One body, same M.O.”

“I’m on my way.”

His wife lay back on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing from the beat down it had been receiving all morning. He gently patted it and gave her a strong passionate kiss.

“I’ll be back later baby. Be ready for daddy.”

He couldn’t get enough of her and she was totally infatuated with her African-American husband.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

 

The scene downtown was a circus of law enforcement, media, nosy bystanders and friends and family of the victim.

Harris pulled up to the parking deck and met with his partner.

“What we got?”

“Well, our victim, Shanelle Jennings left out of the club and was attacked as she reached her vehicle. This is our guy’s work for sure. Her eyes are missing and she was butchered just as our other victims.”

“What about video surveillance? I know the cameras had to catch something.”

“Were on that now, waiting for the footage. We gotta get a break on this case. This shit’s gotta stop!”

“In all my years on the force, I’ve never seen anything like this. It just doesn’t make any sense, but their has to be some kind of method behind all this madness.”

“Detective Harris, McQueen?” a uniformed officer approached them. He was white with dark brown hair and a fully shaved face. His eyes were sharp and he held a file in his hands.

“What’s going on with you Officer- ?” Harris asked extending his hand.

“Nicholas,” he said shaking his hand.

“I’m with the gang unit and have some info on your victim that might be beneficial to your case. She was an active member of the Bloods and I have her file right here for you. She had a few run-ins with us in the past but she didn’t deserve to end up like this.”

“Nobody deserves to be butchered like this. Thanks for your assistance Officer Nicholas,” McQueen said shaking his hand.

“Anytime.” With that he turned around and left.

They went to her vehicle and looked over the file.

Shanelle had minor charges against her; simple assault and battery, possession of marijuana, misdemeanor possession of an unregistered firearm, and a DWI.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She asked Harris.

“Yep. Let’s run a check on the rest of the victims and see what we find.”

She pulled up the criminal data program and checked all of the victims rap sheets one by one. As the last one appeared, they knew that they’d finally found a connection besides the fact that all of their names began with the initial S. Every single one of them had a ticket for D.W.I. All they needed now was a break with the camera footage to get a description of the killer.

“Meet me at the station,” she said cranking her car.”

“Ten-four!”

He hopped out and made his way to his vehicle.

“Please find out who did this to my baby girl,” an older woman pleaded crying on another woman’s shoulder,” It had to be the victims mother.

“Were going to do everything we can ma’am. I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said sincerely feeling her pain. He was determined to put this killing to an end once and for all.

Twenty minutes later they sat in a conference office watching the surveillance video. With a small audience of eight, they watched as what appeared to be a man wearing all black with a clown mask attacked the victim then drug her body away from the view of the camera.

“We have to stop this monster immediately,” the captain said furiously. They all felt that way but it was easier said than done.

 

It was late and detective McQueen was ready to call it a night. She’d just wrapped up her report when a silhouette stood in front of her door.

She looked up and saw that it was her friend Micah, one of the guys who worked on the cleaning crew.

“What’s up Sybil? You got any trash?” he asked flashing a smile that always gave her a tingle in between her legs.

“What’s going on Micah? I have a little but you can just dump it!”

He dumped it out into a bigger bag he had attached to a cart and handed it back to her.

“Thanks,” she said smiling at him.

“You’re welcome. You doin’ alright tonight?”

“Yeah, just a little tires. Hungry too.”

“I’ll be finished cleaning in the next thirty minutes if you wanna go grab something to eat with me from Jimbo’s” he offered.

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah. You game?” he asked getting straight to the point. She liked that his initiative and had been attracted to him for a long time. She’d wondered when he would finally ask her out and was going to take matters into her own hands and ask him if hadn’t done so tonight.

“Sure. Come through when you’re done and I’ll be ready. She needed something to get her mind off work. The serial killer was in overdrive and the case was consuming her to the point where she needed some type of exit.

If everything worked out in her favor, she might even end up getting’ some tonight.

She finished up what she was doing then went to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

The rest of the cleaning crew were busy mopping the floors and getting the trash in the hallways. She passed them as she went into the bathroom. A couple of them looked creepy and she kept it moving past them without speaking, only giving them a quick nod. After freshening up, she went back to her office. She was looking as good as she possibly could in her work clothes and was satisfied with her appearance in the mirror. Once again she was happy that she had short hair now and didn’t have to do much to it.

Micah met her and they left together in her vehicle. He’d been dropped off to work and told his ride home that he was good. As they rode to the restaurant they made small talk getting to know each other better.

Erykah Badu song “Next lifetime” came on and she sang along turning up the volume.

“You don’t know nothing about this young buck!” she teased.

“Shoot, I know all about it,” he said singing the hook.

“You couldn’t have been any older than 10 when it dropped.”

“Girl go head wit that. I’ll be 35 in June.”

“Wow, I thought you were like 24 or 25 at the max. What’s your secret?”

“It’s what they call good ole prison glue. I did some time, I only been out about 17 months.”

“Not trying to be judgemental or anything, but what were you in for?” she asked out of curiosity. She was interested in learning more about him and the fact that he’d been incarcerated didn’t take away from the fact that she was feelin’ him.

“I was in for trafficking cocaine and marijuana. They laid my ass down for eleven years and I definitely learned my lesson. I got out on a recent program and they hooked me up with the cleaning job down at the station.”

“That’s what’s up. So did you work out a lot in there?”

“Oh yeah, I got my body right. Feel right here,” he said grabbing her free hand and rubbing it over his chest and abs.

She felt the chiseled muscle in his chest and his six pack. Her pussy was instantly wet and she wanted him badly.

“Damnnn!”

“You like that huh?” he asked seductively.

“Oh yeah!”

They made it to the restaurant and were seated in a booth where they continued to enjoy each other’s company.

“So how is it that a beautiful woman like you still single?” he asked looking into her eyes.

“This job. It consumes my life and a lot of guys can’t deal with it. Plus I’m very independent and don’t like to be smothered. I’m a cop so I prefer to do the cuffing, feel what I’m saying?”

“I feel you, “ he said laughing at her quick wit.

“What about you? A fine brother like you probably has chicks stashed all over.”

“Nah, I wish, but it’s not even like that. I’ve just been focusing on getting my life back on track after being gone so long. I was engaged before I went away and my fiance’ passed while I was in, so I’ve just been chillin trying to meet somebody that’s official, that’s gonna stick by my side. I have high standards set for myself and I’m just taking my time before I jump into anything.”

She held his hand and was feeling him so much in that moment.

“You’re such a sweetheart Micah. You ready to get up out of here?” She asked ready to get him somewhere privately and expose his body.

“Yeah, let’s go to my place,” he said deciding to go all the way with it, knowing that she was with it.

He left a five on the table for a tip then led the way as they made their way to the exit. As they walked to her car, he pulled her close and kissed her tasting the mint she’d just finished eating. He gripped her ass and kissed her so passionately that she was on the verge of climaxing. It had been so long since a man touched her like this and she needed more.

“Where to?” she asked breaking the kiss.

“I’m out on Gordon road.” he said hopping into the passenger seat.

She gathered herself, put the car in gear then pulled off.

They rode for about fifteen minutes, both sexually stimulated and thirsty for each other.

He pointed to the left and instructed her to pull into a driveway. Her lights gave sight to a nice brick house with a small garage that held weight bench with some dumbbells scattered all over.

She pulled up as close as she could and put the car in park turning the engine off.

“Follow me,” he said guiding her to a sliding door on the side of the house.

He unlocked the door and they walked inside of a huge den. Burgundy carpet covered the floor and a couple of colorful rugs led to the kitchen. She admired the artwork on his walls, the 80’ flat screen on the wall with the state of the art entertainment system and the large collection of books he had neatly stacked on a shelf.

She looked at all the titles and was impressed by his preferences in literature. Most of the books were about religion, philosophy, astrology, and science.

“I see somebody’s well read,” she said with an appraising look.

“Gotta keep my mind right. C’mon,” he said leading her to the kitchen.

Before leaving the den, some framed pictures caught her eye. He was in all of them with what had to be his mother, father, and siblings, plus a few of them were extremely attractive women. They looked so happy together in the pictures and she guessed that she had to be his fiance’ he’d mentioned earlier.

“Yeah, that was my wifey, bless her soul,” he said noticing her attention was on the pictures. She saw a slight shift in his emotions and didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Show me your bedroom,” she said rubbing his dick.

“Let’s go!”

They made it to the bedroom and he helped her out of her clothes while they kissed. He let his tongue explore her neck sending shivers down her spine, and made his way down to her nipples that stood erect. He licked them individually while letting his fingers rub all over her clit. He stroked it with his middle and index fingers until she began to shake uncontrollably.

“Oooouuu, I want you so bad,” she moaned as he ran his tongue down her stomach until he reached her pussy, licking her to another climax. Her hands pulled him up and he wiggled his way out of his pants, his erection standing tall and ready for action. She gripped it and slid it into her throbbing walls. It was so tight and wet that his eyes rolled behind his head momentarily in ecstacy. Her mouth was wide open in an “O” as his full length entered her and she spread her legs as far as they could go to get him as deep as possible. They sexed for two hours straight until she was totally exhausted and drifted off into a deep sleep wrapped in his arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

As she slept, he admired her beautiful face and toned body. She was in great physical shape and suited his needs perfectly. It had taken years but he’d finally completed his mission. His master would be happy with him and would reward him handsomely. His one true love would be back soon…

As he relaxed in the bed, his thoughts drifted to Sharonda. He felt a physical pain in his heart whenever he thought about how much he missed her. She didn’t deserve to be taken so early, thus he dedicated the past few years to devising a way to bring her back. Countless hours of studying, meditating, and focusing his hate had paid off.

Shortly before his arrest, he’d proposed to her and she accepted the ring that he presented. They’d been together for almost four years and he knew that she was the only one for him. She was the solid rock in his life, sticking with him through it all and he knew that it was time to do right by her and make her his wife.

One mistake had put an end to their fairytale when he decided to let one of his customers come to his house to buy a quarter kilo of cocaine. The customer, a guy named Ralph, was facing a drug and gun charge so he’d started working for the Narcotics Division and set Micah up.

After making the purchase wearing a wire top, and using marked bills, the task force raided his home and luckily she was at work when the bust occured. She stuck by his side, helping him collect money he had on the streets, plus she had money and worked at her spot that he’d left behind that she used to help pay for his lawyer and to put money on his books. His record was extensive and in the end, the plea for eleven years was the best deal he could get without cooperating with the authorities. Defeated, he took the plea and Sharonda vowed to ride with him the whole way. During his second year, they’d decided to get married once he worked his way down to minimum custody. It was going to take another three years but she was with him all the way.

During the July 4th holiday weekend, she wanted to visit her family in Houston so she drove there with her female cousins. While down there she took pictures and sent letters, and also sent him a package to show him what he had waiting for him out there. On the way back to North Carolina, their car was struck by an S.U.V driven by a drunk driver. The car flipped multiple times and all three of the occupants of the vehicle were critically injured. They had to airlift them to the nearest hospital in Alabama. The three hang on as for as long as they could but her cousins ended up succumbing to their injuries and died a day later. Sharonda had extensive damage to her brain and was in a coma for the next six months. Her family had to make the decision to either pull the plug and let her move on or to keep her body alive while she would live in a vegetable state. They pulled the plug. He was crushed after hearing the news and could only read and reread the last letter she wrote him, looking at the erotic pictures that she’d sent modeling her bikini at the beach.

He cursed God for what had happened to her and turned to the dark side of the Devil worship. He soaked up all of the knowledge he could until he learned the proper rituals to open the gateway to Hell. His heart was full of hate, guilt, loneliness, and despair. Satan appeared to him in his dreams, planting the seeds for the path that he would have to take in order to bring her back.

“Gather me souls my servant, and supply a vessel.”

It was clear what he had to do, and he set out on his journey upon his release. He devised an intricate plan with the guidance of Satan. He got the job at the Police Department giving him access to police records. A list was randomly selected of women whose names begin with an “S” who’d been arrested for D.W.I charges. He tracked down the driver of the S.U.V who happened to be a woman from Georgia. She’d been placed on probation after serving two years in prison for the accident. She was his first victim, the first soul given to his master.

He looked over to his closet where the clown mask hang on a hail. He chose to wear it when he went to kill because of Sharonda’s phobia of clowns. Whenever they went to events and a clown appeared, she would run for the nearest exit and he would find her balled up crying in the car. She couldn’t watch them on television or anything without having a fit. He wanted to instill that same fear into his victims, wanted them to be paralyzed in terror as he slid his blade in and out of their bodies.

Everything had worked out as planned; he had the souls collected and now he had Sybil Mcqueen. He’d been watching her for some months, making small conversation, asking people who’d known her for awhile questions about her relationship status, learning that she was a workaholic and a loner.  He checked her out on Facebook and knew she was a hopeless romantic, perfect for his seduction skills to victimize. He needed a few more hours until the moon would be full, making the conditions just right to open the portal to hell.

When she reached over, the other side of the bed was empty. She smelled coffee being brewed and the sweet scent of pancakes cooking. She was famished from the hours of great sex and was happy that he obviously knew how to cook. The room was dark but she was able to retrieve her underwear, phone, and her t-shirt. She padded her bare feet on the soft carpet until she reached the master bathroom. She sat on the toilet and relieved herself then checked the missed messages on her phone. She had two from her partner, one text and a voicemail. She checked the voicemail first.

“McQueen, I think we’ve found the break we’ve been looking for. I found a case in Georgia where a female was killed the same way as all of our victims. Her name didn’t start with an “S” but her eyes were carved out and she’d done prison time for a D.W.I and three counts of vehicular manslaughter. I’ve found an article about the charge she caught and the victims are from here- Monica Hines, Jatoya Hines, and Sharonda Hines. I think our killer has a serious connection to these women, I’m just going off a hunch here, but I’ll text the article to you, and we can take it from there. We have to do something…well call me later or whenever you can..” the message ended and she saved it.

She was excited, seeing the chance that Harris had finally found the piece of the puzzle that could lead them to the killer. She tried to upload her text but her reception wasn’t good in the bathroom, so she decided to try again later. She washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out.

He tapped on the bathroom door and she gave him a smile as he handed her a washcloth and towel.

“Let’s take a shower together. I already have breakfast ready when we get done,” he said stripping off his boxers, and turning on the shower. She slid in behind him and admired his physique. He had tattoos all over his chest and back and she ran her hands all over his body. He switched positions with her allowing her to feel the rush of the steam of the hot water. He sucked on her neck and ran his hands all over her pussy making a sloshing sound. She reached back and gripped his hard dick letting her small hand stroke up and down it’s shaft, then spread her buttcheeks, and allowed him to enter her from the back. Once inside she put her hands in front of her on the wall and threw it back at him while he pounded her pussy out.

Smack, smack, smack!

After ten minutes of this, they both came together and he held her up so that her wobbly legs didn’t collapse. They washed thoroughly then got out of the water taking turns drying off.

They lotioned off and he gave her a pair of basketball shorts to put on over her underwear.

Dressed, they made their way to the kitchen where he fixed her a plate of pancakes and bacon as well as a cup of coffee. Before handing her the cup, he quickly crushed five xanax bars into it as well as some cream and sugar. She was so busy trying to upload the text in her phone that she didn’t pay it any attention.

She drank the coffee greedily enjoying the taste and the mild temperature. It was just how she liked it, and she gave him bonus points mentally for paying attention to detail.

As she ate, she started feeling extra drowsy. She paid it no attention though, just blamed the feeling on the combination of the sex, hot shower and good food. The text finally finished loading and she was able to scroll down the entire article. When she got to the end, she saw the pictures of the three women who were killed in the crash. The last one almost made her choke. It was the same beautiful face that stared at her from the pictures in Micah’s house. She was sure of it but had to double check to be positive. She stood up and it felt like the room was spinning.

“Woah, you okay there babe?” he asked holding her arm to steady her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let me just get some air really quick.” she said stumbling into the den.

She looked up at the wall and sure enough, it was the same girl.

“No, it can’t be.” she slurred looking at Micah.

“It can’t be what?” he asked walking towards her.

“It…can’t…be..,” she said before collapsing.

He caught her before she hit the floor, and she dropped her phone. The screen was still on the text and the contact with the floor caused the smartphone to contact Detective Harris’s number.

It rang twice and he picked up.

“Hello? McQueen what’s up? – Hello?” he answered only hearing silence in the background.

Micah calmly picked up the phone, and ended the call.

Detective Harris called back immediately but it went straight to voicemail.

He was in the office working overtime on the lead he had found.

“That’s odd”, he thought to himself. “Her battery must’ve died.

So far he’d been able to get the victims of the car crash grandmother’s number, Miss Olivia Hines. She lived on the Northside of town off Harnett street and he decided to pay her a visit.

By the time he made it over there, it was three o’clock in the afternoon. The small house sat in the middle of the block and had a fenced in yard. No cars were out front so he parked right in front of the steps that led to the front door. He hopped out and noticed a group of young girls playing on side of the house. An older man with salt and pepper hair and a mahogany complexion approached.

“What can I do for you son?” he asked wiping perspiration off of his face with a handkerchief.

“How You doing sir? I’m detective Harris with the Wilmington Police Department. I’m trying to locate a Miss Olivia Hines.” he said passing the man his card.

“I’m her neighbor Johnny Brunson. Livy’s at church right now. They’re having prayer service for all them young girls that’s dying out there lately. You know where St. Luke’s is?”

“St. Luke over there on seventh and church street on the south side?”

“That’s the one. You’ll find her there for sure. She’s a prayer leader and is supposed to be speaking this evening. I woulda went myself but I gots some work to tend to around here,” he said pointing to the backyard where he hood was popped on a truck and tools were scattered all over the ground.

“What you tuning it up?”

“Yep, yep. Gotta change the plugs and wires. I’m hoping to be done ‘fore it gets to be too dark.”

“Alright then Mr. Brunson, I’ll let you get back to it. Thanks for your help,”

“Anytime Officer, anytime.”

Twenty minutes later he was pulling up on the side of the church. Cars were parked all around the block and he was lucky to find a spot to park. He hopped out and made his way to the front of the church.

“Albert, what’s goin’ on?” A familiar voice called out to him.

He looked across the street to the porch of a house, and saw his long time friend Richard Cliette.

“Mister Richard, what’s up man?”

“Hangin in there. Come check me out sometime when you get a chance.”

“I will man, most definitely!” he said waving at his friend.

He was a standup guy and an active member of the local Black community who did all he could through the years to uplift the youth.

Harris walked into the church and the choir were in the middle of singing a song.

“Heaven knows!” They sang in unison moving the crowd side to side to the rhythm of the beat.

He slid into the last pew in the back and scanned the crown for any familiar faces. He saw friends and family of all the victims and his heart went out to all of them. The service lasted another hour before Ms. Hines took the floor. She was a classy looking older woman, and he could see that she was once a knockout in her younger days. She was still very beautiful with her smooth caramel complexion and long gray hair that she wore tied up in a bun.

“First off, I give all glory to God and his son Jesus Christ for giving us life, and bringing us all together this evening. In my lifetime I’ve loved, I’ve given birth to  healthy sons and daughters, have watched them grow up and give birth to children of their own. I’ve lost plenty of those same children and even some of my grandchildren to illness, drugs, accidents, and a couple to senseless violence. When I look back at all of the crime plaguing our city nowadays, I cry for all of the mothers and grandmothers, for all of the children left behind, for all young men and women who were taken away by the hands of people who have obviously lost their way. Tonight we are gathered to address the current crisis at hand here in Wilmington. There is a killer running around killing young women for no apparent reason. Let us stand united and put our resources together to put an end to this mayhem. Right now, I want you all to bow your heads and join me in prayer…”

He bowed his head and joined in prayer. When she finished, there was a standing ovation for her. The ushers helped her down and people walked up to her to shake her hand and hug her. He respectfully made his way to the front and shook her hand.

“Miss Hines, my name is Detective Albert Harris and I’m one of the lead detectives on this case. I stumbled upon a lead and their might be some information that you have that can help me out in catching this killer,” he said in a tone where only she could hear him.

“By all means detective, let’s go downstairs and talk. You hungry?” she asked leading him downstairs to the banquet room. She fixed him a plate and they found a seat.

“Now what can I help you with young man?” she asked biting into a chicken wing.

“Well, I found a connection between those murders and the accident that took your granddaughters a couple years back. The woman who was arrested for the deaths was murdered in the same style that the victims were killed here in town. Is there anybody around that was close to your granddaughter Sharonda?” he asked throwing it all out there and praying that she knew something significant.

Her eyes became distant and it was evident that her mind was on her granddaughters. She took a deep breath before answering.

“Sharonda was deep in love with this boy that was no good for her. He was knee deep in the streets slanging that poison and we told her time after time to leave him alone, and go head out of town to college, but she wouldn’t listen. Out of all my grands, she was the most stubborn and even in the end she put up a fight, refusing to let go after the accident.”

Tears fell from her eyes and she gathered her composure.

“Sorry bout that. I just miss my girls so much,” she cried.

“I understand Miss Hines,” he said rubbing her hands, sympathizing with her pain.

“So, like I was saying, Sharonda had that boy in her life and they were engaged to be married at the time of the accident. He was locked up and took the news hard. He just got out a year ago, and I heard he was doing good now.”

“What’s his name?”

“Micah. I think his last name is Claybrook. Yeah Claybrook, that’s it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8

He had her hands bound behind her back in a chair while she sat naked in the middle of the pentagram on his knees.

Candles were lit all over the room giving it a sickly sweet smell. An alter holding the eyes of all the victims sat in front of the room. Mirrors covered the back wall reflecting the eerie scene. Through the fogginess in her mind from the strong dose of drugs, Sybil struggled to regain consciousness, her body immersed in sweat from the significant heat pouring into the room.

The portal to hell was beginning to open and Micah was going through the all too familiar chants needed summon satan.

In moments, it would be complete and he’d have the love of his life back.

 

Detective Harris had no problem finding out the address for Micah Claybrook. He was right under their nose the entire time working for the departments cleaning crew. It was all starting to make sence now and he needed to bring him in for questioning.

After multiple attempts, he still couldn’t get through to McQueen and he was beginning to get worried. It wasn’t like her to be M.I.A like this and he made a mental note to go over to her place after finishing up with the suspect.

He made his way down Gordon Road until he approached the address he was looking for. It was dark and under the moonlight he swore that Detective McQueen’s car was parked in the driveway.

“What the hell?”

He got out and on closer inspection saw that indeed it was her vehicle. Just then he heard what sounded like a scream come from inside of the house.

He ran back to his cruiser and decided to call in for backup. He loaded his shotgun, strapped on his tactical vest, put on his combat boots and made his way inside the house.

He heard the scream again and knew for a fact that it was his partner. The sliding door was locked on the side so without hesitation, he used the butt of his shotgun to break the glass and unlocked the door gaining entry into the house and he prayed that he would be in time before something happened to his partner.

“God help us!”

 

 

The portal was slowly opening using the mirrors as the gateway between Earth and hell.

He could see Sharonda in the shadows walking hand in hand with his master. His heart yearned for her and tears of joy mixed with the salty sweat pouring down his face.

Sybil, finally got her eyes to open and it was almost impossible for her to wrap her mind around what she was seeing.

The mirror beside her head opened up into what had to be the depths of hell. Rivers of molten lava surrounded a rock terrain full of smoke and darkness. Demons ran around naked devouring men and women all over. Groups had men pinned down ripping them limb from limb while they screamed in pain and pure terror.

She couldn’t do anything but scream as she watched Satan walk towards her. Blood covered his whole body and he stood at least ten feet tall with distorted facial features, eyes that glowed crimson red, sharply pointed teeth and long clawed hands. His twenty five inch dick swung freely, swinging from side to side as he took each step beside what appeared to be Sharonda Hines.

“Ahhhhhh, helpppp meeee! Somebody help! Help!”

She’d never been more afraid of anything in her life and she was almost paralyzed by her fear.

“Yes, squirm for me woman. I’m going to enjoy you for eternity,” the voice of satan boomed causing her to shiver in horror.

“Master, I have completed the tasks you set before me,” Micah said with a look of unfiltered insanity in his eyes.

“Indeed you have my loyal servant. In exchange for your labors, I have the one you desire.”

“Thank you master,” he said reaching towards her hand.

Boom!

The door flew open and Detective Harris almost lost his mind when he saw what was going on. Scared for his life, he started blasting into the portal shattering pieces of mirror.

“Noooooo!” Micah screamed running towards him.

Harris turned the barrel his way and sent a slug straight through his chest. BLOWWW!

The force blew Micah backwards and he lay on the ground trying to hold his chest together, struggling to breathe. He saw the portal closing and in desperation he crawled through until he grasped Sharonda’s hand.

“My love, he smiled as she pulled him up to his feet. He held her in his arms, and felt victorious as their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

“Ahhh, how sweet. Unfortunately your part of our bargain was not completed.” Satan stated grabbing her by her waist and tearing her guts out with his almost thirty inch erection.

Her eyes got big, she bit his tongue off pushing him away. A group of demons pounced on him and began digging into the wound on his chest eating his organs as he watched SAtan mutilate the love of his life while she looked to be in pure ecstasy.

Harris pumped two more slugs into the mirror causing the portal to close totally. The floor began to shake and he grabbed Sybil from off of the chair. He threw the shotgun on the ground and used his pocket knife to quickly untie her. She was still sluggish from the effects of the drugs so he had to throw her over his shoulders, and carry her out of there before the room collapsed. They made it just in time and when they got outside, backup had just arrived.

“I got an officer down! We need an ambulance!” He yelled covering her up with his jacket. She was going into shock from the chilly weather outside and her teeth chattered loudly.

“I-i-i-s-s-s it o-v-v-ver-r?” she asked clutching her arms together.

“It’s over.” he assured her holding her close.

The case was finally closed and their killer was gone. Nobody would believe what had happened and it would be their secret that bonded the two partners for life.

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

Sybil sat in bed watching an episode of Scandal.

Five years had gone by since that fateful night and she’d moved on with her life and career. She now a lead detective in the Homicide division, and ran a team of her own.

After the forensic team scoured the remains of the room in Micah’s house, they were never able to conclusively say what had happened to his body. A search of the house found all of the evidence that they needed to show that he was the killer responsible for the murders of all the young women.

McQueen still didn’t have a man but there was a special little boy in her life now. Her son Eli. He was four years old now and her life revolved around him.

In a strange  twist of fate, Micah had planted his seed inside of her during their one night of lovemaking. She found out that she was with child a couple of months later, and couldn’t fathom the thought of aborting her unborn son or daughter. To this day she still didn’t regret it and kept the identity of his father to herself.

It was a tragedy how the unwillingness to let go of love lost pushed Micah to do all of the terrible things he had done. He was truly a good man deep down inside, and she knew that if he could’ve moved on with his life, he could’ve made a great husband and father. She just thanked god that her soul had been spared the horrors she’d witnessed in purgatory and for the health of her son.

“Mommy, I wanna sleep with you,” Eli said walking into the room in his Ice Age pajamas. He had a  light complexion like her and had curly hair.

“What’s wrong with Mommy’s little man?” she asked pulling him up to the bed and Kissing.

“The funny man keeps calling me to the mirror,” he said causing her heart to skip a beat.

“Stay right here,” she said grabbing her baby Glock 9 out of her nightstand and moving steadily to his bedroom.

The temperature was way warmer in his room and she checked the vent to make sure that the air conditioner was working.

Satisfied that it was, she searched his room for signs of intrusion.

Unable to detect anything out of the ordinary, she turned around straight into the arms of a man wearing a clown mask.

Her scream was caught in her throat and she froze in terror.

“Thought it was over didn’t you?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

homeboy discount plus he would turn her on to more customers.

“Bet that, I’m at the mall. Where you want me to meet you at?”

“I’m at the brib, in HillCrest. Park on 13th and Hit my line.”

“Trillz. Give me about fifteen minutes.” he said ending the call.

She got the order ready for him and slid on her black flight jacket, slipping her Glock into her pocket.

He lit her phone letting her know he was about to pull up. She walked outside and scoped the area. A few people were out on their porches being nosey as usual. Cars zoomed up and down the street and she noticed a police car cruising going towards Huston Moore, another housing development a few blocks away. Nobody paid her attention as she walked up to his burgundy Cadillac CTS and hopped into the back seat. He was listening to a mixtape and a pretty white girl sat in his passenger seat.

“What’s bangin’ sis?” he asked while they did their signature handshake.

“You already know homey, here” she said handing him the package. She always saw him with a bad bitch and liked his style with his red tipped dreadlocks. He handed her the money and passed the pack to the white girl who already had a wrap ready to twist up.

“Im’a bark at you sis. Coast to Coast”

“Hood to Hood” she replied, hopping out of the car and headed back to her house. She ran inside and added the money to her stash. She was just stacking her paper up. Her only goals was to get more and more money, and to just enjoy life to the fullest. Her closet was packed with all the latest fashions, she had a newer model Toyota Camry, and she was in the process of going in with one of her homeboys on opening up a small club so that she could make even more money. She was single by choice and had a couple of guys that she dealt with occasionally but nothing serious. She didn’t have any kids and was free to do her own thing. Her mother often wished she would find a nice guy to settle down with and give her some grandbabies but Shanelle was too gutter for all that. She applied some gloss to her dry lips and looked at herself in the mirror. Her smooth chocolate complexion and slanted eyes gave her a dangerously sexy look.

“Damn you a bad bitch! She said to herself with a smile.

She went back to bagging up and was in the grove listening to the radio.

“Yeah this ya girl Shay Boogie hoping y’all staying safe out there. If you haven’t heard their is a psycho killer on the loose out there killing young women. Yeah y’all , a serial killer, so stay on point ladies…” the radio personality announced catching her attention.

“I wish a mutha fucka would try to murk me, I’ll light they ass up!” She said clutching her glock. She finished up her task and noticed that it was getting dark outside. She stood up and stretched her legs.

“What the hell is that damn smell in here Shanelle?” her mother yelled standing in the doorway.

“I’m baggin’ up some trees, my bad ma”

“Do that shit somewhere else. My house not no damn drug lab. Where your sister at?”

“Your guess is good as mine. She left earlier.”

“Well I hope she careful out there with all that killing shit goin’ on.”

“Yeah I just heard about it on the radio. Shit Brazy.”

“Damn sure is, do me a favor and get me a pack of cigarettes from the store. I ain’t have enough change on me and I don’t feel like going back out.”

“I got you ma.”

Her mother still had on her hotel work uniform. She worked in the kitchen as a cook and always smelled like fried food.

Shanelle grabbed her GLock and headed outside. She walked on the edge of the projects and passed a few friends headed in the direction she’d just come from. “Po-Po at the front babe, be careful.” one informed her as they hastily made their way to the back of the projects.

She kept it moving and decided to cross over to the other side of the street away from the projects. Traffic was heavy and she finally made it to the other side. The two stores closest to her were closed so she had to walk another couple blocks to the gas station. The Amoco was packed with cars at pumps and she noticed her homegirl Brenda at the register. She was looking fly in a pair of red jeans, white and red Jordans and a skintight hooded long sleeve white shirt under a red bubble vest. She had her hair cut into a short stylist design and she was looking like a young Stacey Dash.

“What’s up B?” she greeted as she entered the store.

“Oh shit, what’s goodie Shanelle?”

They hugged and Brenda felt the bulge in her jacket.

“Damn bitch, you stay with that ratchet,” Brenda said matter of factly.

“And you know this! Shit real out here on the streets. What’s poppin tonight though?”

“The brickhouse is having some shit tonight. Me, Kita, Angel, and Nikki going. Fuck wit us.”

Shanelle thought about it and decided to take her up on her offer. It wasn’t anything else to do that night plus it would be a great opportunity for her to sell some trees and do a little bit of advertising to build some clientele.

“Trillz, i’ll see y’all down there. Let me get dressed and handle a couple things and i’ll hit your phone when i’m leaving.”

“That’s a go. You still got some loud?”

“Yeah. Give me a ride back to the brib, I’ll hook you up.”

She purchased the cigarette and a box of Vanilla Dutch Masters. Brenda was driving a forest green Mitsubishi Montero Sport.

The other three girls we’re inside and she slid in the back beside Kita.

“What’s up bitch?” Kita spoke with a smile. She was short and Chubby with piercings in her lips and cheeks. Her hair was covered by a wig with red highlights in it accenting her high yellow complexion.

“Aint shit. How your big ass doing?” Shanelle replied jokingly.

Nikki spoke to her and she couldn’t help but notice something different about her appearance.

“Bitch I know you aint cut off all your hair?”

Shanelle was used to seeing Nikki with her long pretty hair that fell down her back. That was her pride and joy besides her super fat booty.

“Yeah, I had to switch it up on these haters. I’m on my Amber Rose shit now,” she said rubbing her hand over her fresh haircut.

“Only you could pull some shit like that. My head too funny shaped for all that,” Angel said. She had her blonde highlighted hair straightened and flowing past her shoulders. She had Native American features with Hazel eyes and a nicely proportioned body.

“What’s goody Angel?” Shanelle greeted.

“You! You gonna go out with us right?”

“Yeah, I’ma go. I gotta change my clothes first and I’ll meet y’all downtown.”

Brenda hopped in with a bag full of cigars, waters, and juices. She passed the beverages around and all of them pulled out a pill that they popped simultaneously then washed it down.

“Damn y’all on them jump-off’s?”

“We got some ex pills from that boy El.” Kita said showing her one.

It was green with a Toyota symbol imprinted in the center.

“Yeah, I know El. That’s homey. Let get one. I’ll give you some trees in exchange.”

Kita handed her one and she used the cellphone plastic off of the box of the cigars to place it in then slid it into her little pocket in her pants. They pulled up to her spot and she ran inside. She gave her her mother the cigarettes then grabbed a couple of bags fro her friends.

“These some nice ass bags. What they going for?” Brenda asked.

“They goin’ for ten and I got that weight too.”

“Bring plenty tonight. I got my lil sugar daddy swinging through. I’ll make him buy some plus you already know everybody gonna be tryna get their lungs right.” Kita said.

“Bet, imma holla at y’all hoes lata.” she said hopping out and making her way inside. She chose something erotic out of her closet, that would have all the guys drooling. It was seldom that she flaunts her body like that and she felt like being sexy tonight. After showering and lotioning herself down, she sprayed on some curve crush for females. She slid into a pair of fishnet stockings, a candy apple red spaghetti stringed mini dress and a pair of black red bottom pumps. She accessorized with some yellow gold bangles, a set of yellow gold earrings hang from her earlobes anchored by two carat princess cut diamonds, and a link necklace that sported a diamond encrusted “S” on the charm. She applied glitter makeup on her shoulders and a little foundation on her face as well as a little eye shadow, along with lip gloss to enhance her beauty. She kept her micro braids tied back to show off her pretty face. It was chilly outside so she put on a black leather jacket. She grabbed her black and red Gucci clutch, sliding her glock inside as well as some money to finance her night, twenty bags of Kush and a nice little personal smoke pack with the box of dutches. She walked out of her room with her killer strut in full effect. As she entered the living room, she noticed Tanita on the couch straddling some young guy like she was giving him a lap dance in a strip club.

“Go get a room or something!” She yelled startling the two youngsters.

“Go get a room or something?” she said startling them.

“Damn Shanelle, quit cockblocking!” Tanita sucked her teeth and stood up, the young guys eyes glued to her ass as it jiggled from her movements.

“Momma’s in the room, so you better be lucky I’m saying something before she come in here and catch your little fast ass out here disrespecting her living room.

“I’m about to go out so tighten the fuck up.” She warned walking past shaking her that was even more juicier than her little sisters.

The young guys jaw dropped and he stroked his chin.

POW! Tanita popped him upside his head once she realized he was looking at her sisters’ ass.

“Damn girl, what’s wrong with you?” he complained.

“Don’t be looking at my sister clown.”

Shanelle smiled to herself and continued outside to her car.

“You got a lot to learn little sis,” she said aloud to herself.

She crank up her Camry, turned the heat up, and put some music while she rolled up a blunt. She popped the pill and washed it down with some cranberry juice, lit the blunt and stashed it her gun in the stash box before pulling off. She called Brenda and let her know she was on the way.

“Kita, will be out front wit her boo, that nigga Freddy. She want some of that smoke, Brenda informed her.

“Aight, I’m on my way. Im’a park at the deck by the library.”

“Hurry your ass up bitch! These niggas in here cuttin’ up!” Brenda was hype.

The music was beating in the background and she heard voices singing to the music. She cruised down Castle Street smoking her blunt, listening to Kendrick Lamar’s C.D. She made it downtown to the parking deck and found a spot on the second level tucked in between a black Tahoe and a blue Ford F-150 truck. She got out and immediately felt the rush of the pill high kicking in. She was feeling amazing and walked with a swagger like she was on a runaway in Paris at a photo shoot. She hit the strip and all eyes were on her.

“Yo, baby girl, what’s goodie?” guys screamed from cars riding by.

She just smiled and kept it moving. The front of the club was packed and she spotted Kita standing next to her guy friend Freddy. He was a stocky brown skinned guy wearing a Pelle Pelle leather jacket, jeans, and Timberlands.

“What up Shanelle?” he spoke when he noticed her.

“Damn hoe! What you tryna steal all the niggas or something? Looking all dolled up and shit!” Kita gave her a hug and shyly slid her a fifty dollar bill. Shanelle pulled out six bags and handed them to Kita, who quickly threw them inside of her purse, giving one of them to Freddy who eyed it in his palm, put it to his nose and smelled the fruity aroma

“This that fire! Good look Shanelle.” he said walking off with Kita back into the club. The bouncers didn’t mess with them and she followed closely behind.

“What’s up sexy? Hold up, Shanelle?” one of the bouncers asked, recognizing her.

“Trillz, what’s up Teeda?” She gave him a pound and continued inside of the club, her clutch full of drugs and her Glock. The dance floor was jam packed. It was super hot so she left her jacket up front after getting a coat check from the cashier.

2 Chainz song “Feds watchin’ was knockin’ in the system. Everybody chanted along with the hook, then the D.J switched to Young Jeezy’s song “Super Freak”. She couldn’t help but move her body to the beat. Guys swarmed around her and she basked in the attention. Brenda and Nikki linked up with her, bottles of Moscato on deck, apparently high out of their minds.

“Wowee, what’s up Shanelle?” Nikki yelled over the music, passing her an almost full bottle of chilled Moscato.

“C’mon with us!” Brenda urged, pulling her to the VIP section where the rest of her girls were all drinking and smoking with some guys they knew, a few she’d never seen before. They partied the whole night and she made a new friend, a guy name Trey from Raleigh. He was trying to get her to go to his hotel with him, and she agreed to meet him. He was staying at the Howard Johnson Express.

All of her friends separated, leaving with their booty calls for the night. She was one of the last to exit the club, her new friend walking with her to the parking deck. They exchanged phone numbers.

“I’m in room 129. Call me as soon as you get there sexy.” he said giving her a hug, gripping her ass and pulling her close for a kiss.

“I’ll be there daddy, just give me enough time to hit the store and grab some things.”

Her pussy was soaking wet and she was ready to put it on him.

They split and Shanelle staggered to the elevator in the parking deck. She hopped on and rode it to the second level where her car was parked. The elevator door opened, and she almost ran into a guy as she exited.

“Hey man, watch it yo!” She demanded reaching into her purse, grabbing her glock.

The guy stepped into the light and she was shocked when she noticed the crazy looking clown mask he had on. He walked closer to her, and she pulled her pistol out to show him she meant business.

“Back the-” before she could finish her sentence the assailant swung the butcher knife with lightning fast speed slicing her hand holding the weapon clean off.

She froze in terror, her bladder releasing all the drinks she’d consumed in a puddle between her legs.

A scream was caught in her throat as the killer sliced her from ear to ear. He grabbed her by her braids and drug her inside her car and did his ritual; he cut out her eyeballs. He finished his business and left her carcass behind, disappearing into the night like a phantom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6

She rode him like a professional competing in the Kentucky Derby.

“Oooo Yeah Daddy! Yessss!”

He gripped her waist and pumped his hips upward stabbing her little snug fitting pussy. She trembled in orgasm, saying words in a foreign language that he didn’t comprehend. Her muscles gripped him and he released his seed inside of her.

“Ahhhh-shittt…”

The way he felt couldn’t be described in words. She collapsed on top of him and he held her, his manhood still deep inside.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzzzz… His phone vibrated bringing him back from the brink of unconsciousness.

“Harris,” He answered in a low voice placing his cell phone to his ear.

“We got another one,” his partner Sybil Mcqueen said.

“Where?”

“Downtown. The parking deck beside the library. One body, same M.O.”

“I’m on my way.”

His wife lay back on the bed. Her pussy was throbbing from the beat down it had been receiving all morning. He gently patted it and gave her a strong passionate kiss.

“I’ll be back later baby. Be ready for daddy.”

He couldn’t get enough of her and she was totally infatuated with her African-American husband.

“I’ll be here waiting.”

 

The scene downtown was a circus of law enforcement, media, nosy bystanders and friends and family of the victim.

Harris pulled up to the parking deck and met with his partner.

“What we got?”

“Well, our victim, Shanelle Jennings left out of the club and was attacked as she reached her vehicle. This is our guy’s work for sure. Her eyes are missing and she was butchered just as our other victims.”

“What about video surveillance? I know the cameras had to catch something.”

“Were on that now, waiting for the footage. We gotta get a break on this case. This shit’s gotta stop!”

“In all my years on the force, I’ve never seen anything like this. It just doesn’t make any sense, but their has to be some kind of method behind all this madness.”

“Detective Harris, McQueen?” a uniformed officer approached them. He was white with dark brown hair and a fully shaved face. His eyes were sharp and he held a file in his hands.

“What’s going on with you Officer- ?” Harris asked extending his hand.

“Nicholas,” he said shaking his hand.

“I’m with the gang unit and have some info on your victim that might be beneficial to your case. She was an active member of the Bloods and I have her file right here for you. She had a few run-ins with us in the past but she didn’t deserve to end up like this.”

“Nobody deserves to be butchered like this. Thanks for your assistance Officer Nicholas,” McQueen said shaking his hand.

“Anytime.” With that he turned around and left.

They went to her vehicle and looked over the file.

Shanelle had minor charges against her; simple assault and battery, possession of marijuana, misdemeanor possession of an unregistered firearm, and a DWI.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She asked Harris.

“Yep. Let’s run a check on the rest of the victims and see what we find.”

She pulled up the criminal data program and checked all of the victims rap sheets one by one. As the last one appeared, they knew that they’d finally found a connection besides the fact that all of their names began with the initial S. Every single one of them had a ticket for D.W.I. All they needed now was a break with the camera footage to get a description of the killer.

“Meet me at the station,” she said cranking her car.”

“Ten-four!”

He hopped out and made his way to his vehicle.

“Please find out who did this to my baby girl,” an older woman pleaded crying on another woman’s shoulder,” It had to be the victims mother.

“Were going to do everything we can ma’am. I’m so sorry for your loss,” he said sincerely feeling her pain. He was determined to put this killing to an end once and for all.

Twenty minutes later they sat in a conference office watching the surveillance video. With a small audience of eight, they watched as what appeared to be a man wearing all black with a clown mask attacked the victim then drug her body away from the view of the camera.

“We have to stop this monster immediately,” the captain said furiously. They all felt that way but it was easier said than done.

 

It was late and detective McQueen was ready to call it a night. She’d just wrapped up her report when a silhouette stood in front of her door.

She looked up and saw that it was her friend Micah, one of the guys who worked on the cleaning crew.

“What’s up Sybil? You got any trash?” he asked flashing a smile that always gave her a tingle in between her legs.

“What’s going on Micah? I have a little but you can just dump it!”

He dumped it out into a bigger bag he had attached to a cart and handed it back to her.

“Thanks,” she said smiling at him.

“You’re welcome. You doin’ alright tonight?”

“Yeah, just a little tires. Hungry too.”

“I’ll be finished cleaning in the next thirty minutes if you wanna go grab something to eat with me from Jimbo’s” he offered.

“You asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah. You game?” he asked getting straight to the point. She liked that his initiative and had been attracted to him for a long time. She’d wondered when he would finally ask her out and was going to take matters into her own hands and ask him if hadn’t done so tonight.

“Sure. Come through when you’re done and I’ll be ready. She needed something to get her mind off work. The serial killer was in overdrive and the case was consuming her to the point where she needed some type of exit.

If everything worked out in her favor, she might even end up getting’ some tonight.

She finished up what she was doing then went to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

The rest of the cleaning crew were busy mopping the floors and getting the trash in the hallways. She passed them as she went into the bathroom. A couple of them looked creepy and she kept it moving past them without speaking, only giving them a quick nod. After freshening up, she went back to her office. She was looking as good as she possibly could in her work clothes and was satisfied with her appearance in the mirror. Once again she was happy that she had short hair now and didn’t have to do much to it.

Micah met her and they left together in her vehicle. He’d been dropped off to work and told his ride home that he was good. As they rode to the restaurant they made small talk getting to know each other better.

Erykah Badu song “Next lifetime” came on and she sang along turning up the volume.

“You don’t know nothing about this young buck!” she teased.

“Shoot, I know all about it,” he said singing the hook.

“You couldn’t have been any older than 10 when it dropped.”

“Girl go head wit that. I’ll be 35 in June.”

“Wow, I thought you were like 24 or 25 at the max. What’s your secret?”

“It’s what they call good ole prison glue. I did some time, I only been out about 17 months.”

“Not trying to be judgemental or anything, but what were you in for?” she asked out of curiosity. She was interested in learning more about him and the fact that he’d been incarcerated didn’t take away from the fact that she was feelin’ him.

“I was in for trafficking cocaine and marijuana. They laid my ass down for eleven years and I definitely learned my lesson. I got out on a recent program and they hooked me up with the cleaning job down at the station.”

“That’s what’s up. So did you work out a lot in there?”

“Oh yeah, I got my body right. Feel right here,” he said grabbing her free hand and rubbing it over his chest and abs.

She felt the chiseled muscle in his chest and his six pack. Her pussy was instantly wet and she wanted him badly.

“Damnnn!”

“You like that huh?” he asked seductively.

“Oh yeah!”

They made it to the restaurant and were seated in a booth where they continued to enjoy each other’s company.

“So how is it that a beautiful woman like you still single?” he asked looking into her eyes.

“This job. It consumes my life and a lot of guys can’t deal with it. Plus I’m very independent and don’t like to be smothered. I’m a cop so I prefer to do the cuffing, feel what I’m saying?”

“I feel you, “ he said laughing at her quick wit.

“What about you? A fine brother like you probably has chicks stashed all over.”

“Nah, I wish, but it’s not even like that. I’ve just been focusing on getting my life back on track after being gone so long. I was engaged before I went away and my fiance’ passed while I was in, so I’ve just been chillin trying to meet somebody that’s official, that’s gonna stick by my side. I have high standards set for myself and I’m just taking my time before I jump into anything.”

She held his hand and was feeling him so much in that moment.

“You’re such a sweetheart Micah. You ready to get up out of here?” She asked ready to get him somewhere privately and expose his body.

“Yeah, let’s go to my place,” he said deciding to go all the way with it, knowing that she was with it.

He left a five on the table for a tip then led the way as they made their way to the exit. As they walked to her car, he pulled her close and kissed her tasting the mint she’d just finished eating. He gripped her ass and kissed her so passionately that she was on the verge of climaxing. It had been so long since a man touched her like this and she needed more.

“Where to?” she asked breaking the kiss.

“I’m out on Gordon road.” he said hopping into the passenger seat.

She gathered herself, put the car in gear then pulled off.

They rode for about fifteen minutes, both sexually stimulated and thirsty for each other.

He pointed to the left and instructed her to pull into a driveway. Her lights gave sight to a nice brick house with a small garage that held weight bench with some dumbbells scattered all over.

She pulled up as close as she could and put the car in park turning the engine off.

“Follow me,” he said guiding her to a sliding door on the side of the house.

He unlocked the door and they walked inside of a huge den. Burgundy carpet covered the floor and a couple of colorful rugs led to the kitchen. She admired the artwork on his walls, the 80’ flat screen on the wall with the state of the art entertainment system and the large collection of books he had neatly stacked on a shelf.

She looked at all the titles and was impressed by his preferences in literature. Most of the books were about religion, philosophy, astrology, and science.

“I see somebody’s well read,” she said with an appraising look.

“Gotta keep my mind right. C’mon,” he said leading her to the kitchen.

Before leaving the den, some framed pictures caught her eye. He was in all of them with what had to be his mother, father, and siblings, plus a few of them were extremely attractive women. They looked so happy together in the pictures and she guessed that she had to be his fiance’ he’d mentioned earlier.

“Yeah, that was my wifey, bless her soul,” he said noticing her attention was on the pictures. She saw a slight shift in his emotions and didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“Show me your bedroom,” she said rubbing his dick.

“Let’s go!”

They made it to the bedroom and he helped her out of her clothes while they kissed. He let his tongue explore her neck sending shivers down her spine, and made his way down to her nipples that stood erect. He licked them individually while letting his fingers rub all over her clit. He stroked it with his middle and index fingers until she began to shake uncontrollably.

“Oooouuu, I want you so bad,” she moaned as he ran his tongue down her stomach until he reached her pussy, licking her to another climax. Her hands pulled him up and he wiggled his way out of his pants, his erection standing tall and ready for action. She gripped it and slid it into her throbbing walls. It was so tight and wet that his eyes rolled behind his head momentarily in ecstacy. Her mouth was wide open in an “O” as his full length entered her and she spread her legs as far as they could go to get him as deep as possible. They sexed for two hours straight until she was totally exhausted and drifted off into a deep sleep wrapped in his arms.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 7

As she slept, he admired her beautiful face and toned body. She was in great physical shape and suited his needs perfectly. It had taken years but he’d finally completed his mission. His master would be happy with him and would reward him handsomely. His one true love would be back soon…

As he relaxed in the bed, his thoughts drifted to Sharonda. He felt a physical pain in his heart whenever he thought about how much he missed her. She didn’t deserve to be taken so early, thus he dedicated the past few years to devising a way to bring her back. Countless hours of studying, meditating, and focusing his hate had paid off.

Shortly before his arrest, he’d proposed to her and she accepted the ring that he presented. They’d been together for almost four years and he knew that she was the only one for him. She was the solid rock in his life, sticking with him through it all and he knew that it was time to do right by her and make her his wife.

One mistake had put an end to their fairytale when he decided to let one of his customers come to his house to buy a quarter kilo of cocaine. The customer, a guy named Ralph, was facing a drug and gun charge so he’d started working for the Narcotics Division and set Micah up.

After making the purchase wearing a wire top, and using marked bills, the task force raided his home and luckily she was at work when the bust occured. She stuck by his side, helping him collect money he had on the streets, plus she had money and worked at her spot that he’d left behind that she used to help pay for his lawyer and to put money on his books. His record was extensive and in the end, the plea for eleven years was the best deal he could get without cooperating with the authorities. Defeated, he took the plea and Sharonda vowed to ride with him the whole way. During his second year, they’d decided to get married once he worked his way down to minimum custody. It was going to take another three years but she was with him all the way.

During the July 4th holiday weekend, she wanted to visit her family in Houston so she drove there with her female cousins. While down there she took pictures and sent letters, and also sent him a package to show him what he had waiting for him out there. On the way back to North Carolina, their car was struck by an S.U.V driven by a drunk driver. The car flipped multiple times and all three of the occupants of the vehicle were critically injured. They had to airlift them to the nearest hospital in Alabama. The three hang on as for as long as they could but her cousins ended up succumbing to their injuries and died a day later. Sharonda had extensive damage to her brain and was in a coma for the next six months. Her family had to make the decision to either pull the plug and let her move on or to keep her body alive while she would live in a vegetable state. They pulled the plug. He was crushed after hearing the news and could only read and reread the last letter she wrote him, looking at the erotic pictures that she’d sent modeling her bikini at the beach.

He cursed God for what had happened to her and turned to the dark side of the Devil worship. He soaked up all of the knowledge he could until he learned the proper rituals to open the gateway to Hell. His heart was full of hate, guilt, loneliness, and despair. Satan appeared to him in his dreams, planting the seeds for the path that he would have to take in order to bring her back.

“Gather me souls my servant, and supply a vessel.”

It was clear what he had to do, and he set out on his journey upon his release. He devised an intricate plan with the guidance of Satan. He got the job at the Police Department giving him access to police records. A list was randomly selected of women whose names begin with an “S” who’d been arrested for D.W.I charges. He tracked down the driver of the S.U.V who happened to be a woman from Georgia. She’d been placed on probation after serving two years in prison for the accident. She was his first victim, the first soul given to his master.

He looked over to his closet where the clown mask hang on a hail. He chose to wear it when he went to kill because of Sharonda’s phobia of clowns. Whenever they went to events and a clown appeared, she would run for the nearest exit and he would find her balled up crying in the car. She couldn’t watch them on television or anything without having a fit. He wanted to instill that same fear into his victims, wanted them to be paralyzed in terror as he slid his blade in and out of their bodies.

Everything had worked out as planned; he had the souls collected and now he had Sybil Mcqueen. He’d been watching her for some months, making small conversation, asking people who’d known her for awhile questions about her relationship status, learning that she was a workaholic and a loner.  He checked her out on Facebook and knew she was a hopeless romantic, perfect for his seduction skills to victimize. He needed a few more hours until the moon would be full, making the conditions just right to open the portal to hell.

When she reached over, the other side of the bed was empty. She smelled coffee being brewed and the sweet scent of pancakes cooking. She was famished from the hours of great sex and was happy that he obviously knew how to cook. The room was dark but she was able to retrieve her underwear, phone, and her t-shirt. She padded her bare feet on the soft carpet until she reached the master bathroom. She sat on the toilet and relieved herself then checked the missed messages on her phone. She had two from her partner, one text and a voicemail. She checked the voicemail first.

“McQueen, I think we’ve found the break we’ve been looking for. I found a case in Georgia where a female was killed the same way as all of our victims. Her name didn’t start with an “S” but her eyes were carved out and she’d done prison time for a D.W.I and three counts of vehicular manslaughter. I’ve found an article about the charge she caught and the victims are from here- Monica Hines, Jatoya Hines, and Sharonda Hines. I think our killer has a serious connection to these women, I’m just going off a hunch here, but I’ll text the article to you, and we can take it from there. We have to do something…well call me later or whenever you can..” the message ended and she saved it.

She was excited, seeing the chance that Harris had finally found the piece of the puzzle that could lead them to the killer. She tried to upload her text but her reception wasn’t good in the bathroom, so she decided to try again later. She washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out.

He tapped on the bathroom door and she gave him a smile as he handed her a washcloth and towel.

“Let’s take a shower together. I already have breakfast ready when we get done,” he said stripping off his boxers, and turning on the shower. She slid in behind him and admired his physique. He had tattoos all over his chest and back and she ran her hands all over his body. He switched positions with her allowing her to feel the rush of the steam of the hot water. He sucked on her neck and ran his hands all over her pussy making a sloshing sound. She reached back and gripped his hard dick letting her small hand stroke up and down it’s shaft, then spread her buttcheeks, and allowed him to enter her from the back. Once inside she put her hands in front of her on the wall and threw it back at him while he pounded her pussy out.

Smack, smack, smack!

After ten minutes of this, they both came together and he held her up so that her wobbly legs didn’t collapse. They washed thoroughly then got out of the water taking turns drying off.

They lotioned off and he gave her a pair of basketball shorts to put on over her underwear.

Dressed, they made their way to the kitchen where he fixed her a plate of pancakes and bacon as well as a cup of coffee. Before handing her the cup, he quickly crushed five xanax bars into it as well as some cream and sugar. She was so busy trying to upload the text in her phone that she didn’t pay it any attention.

She drank the coffee greedily enjoying the taste and the mild temperature. It was just how she liked it, and she gave him bonus points mentally for paying attention to detail.

As she ate, she started feeling extra drowsy. She paid it no attention though, just blamed the feeling on the combination of the sex, hot shower and good food. The text finally finished loading and she was able to scroll down the entire article. When she got to the end, she saw the pictures of the three women who were killed in the crash. The last one almost made her choke. It was the same beautiful face that stared at her from the pictures in Micah’s house. She was sure of it but had to double check to be positive. She stood up and it felt like the room was spinning.

“Woah, you okay there babe?” he asked holding her arm to steady her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Let me just get some air really quick.” she said stumbling into the den.

She looked up at the wall and sure enough, it was the same girl.

“No, it can’t be.” she slurred looking at Micah.

“It can’t be what?” he asked walking towards her.

“It…can’t…be..,” she said before collapsing.

He caught her before she hit the floor, and she dropped her phone. The screen was still on the text and the contact with the floor caused the smartphone to contact Detective Harris’s number.

It rang twice and he picked up.

“Hello? McQueen what’s up? – Hello?” he answered only hearing silence in the background.

Micah calmly picked up the phone, and ended the call.

Detective Harris called back immediately but it went straight to voicemail.

He was in the office working overtime on the lead he had found.

“That’s odd”, he thought to himself. “Her battery must’ve died.

So far he’d been able to get the victims of the car crash grandmother’s number, Miss Olivia Hines. She lived on the Northside of town off Harnett street and he decided to pay her a visit.

By the time he made it over there, it was three o’clock in the afternoon. The small house sat in the middle of the block and had a fenced in yard. No cars were out front so he parked right in front of the steps that led to the front door. He hopped out and noticed a group of young girls playing on side of the house. An older man with salt and pepper hair and a mahogany complexion approached.

“What can I do for you son?” he asked wiping perspiration off of his face with a handkerchief.

“How You doing sir? I’m detective Harris with the Wilmington Police Department. I’m trying to locate a Miss Olivia Hines.” he said passing the man his card.

“I’m her neighbor Johnny Brunson. Livy’s at church right now. They’re having prayer service for all them young girls that’s dying out there lately. You know where St. Luke’s is?”

“St. Luke over there on seventh and church street on the south side?”

“That’s the one. You’ll find her there for sure. She’s a prayer leader and is supposed to be speaking this evening. I woulda went myself but I gots some work to tend to around here,” he said pointing to the backyard where he hood was popped on a truck and tools were scattered all over the ground.

“What you tuning it up?”

“Yep, yep. Gotta change the plugs and wires. I’m hoping to be done ‘fore it gets to be too dark.”

“Alright then Mr. Brunson, I’ll let you get back to it. Thanks for your help,”

“Anytime Officer, anytime.”

Twenty minutes later he was pulling up on the side of the church. Cars were parked all around the block and he was lucky to find a spot to park. He hopped out and made his way to the front of the church.

“Albert, what’s goin’ on?” A familiar voice called out to him.

He looked across the street to the porch of a house, and saw his long time friend Richard Cliette.

“Mister Richard, what’s up man?”

“Hangin in there. Come check me out sometime when you get a chance.”

“I will man, most definitely!” he said waving at his friend.

He was a standup guy and an active member of the local Black community who did all he could through the years to uplift the youth.

Harris walked into the church and the choir were in the middle of singing a song.

“Heaven knows!” They sang in unison moving the crowd side to side to the rhythm of the beat.

He slid into the last pew in the back and scanned the crown for any familiar faces. He saw friends and family of all the victims and his heart went out to all of them. The service lasted another hour before Ms. Hines took the floor. She was a classy looking older woman, and he could see that she was once a knockout in her younger days. She was still very beautiful with her smooth caramel complexion and long gray hair that she wore tied up in a bun.

“First off, I give all glory to God and his son Jesus Christ for giving us life, and bringing us all together this evening. In my lifetime I’ve loved, I’ve given birth to  healthy sons and daughters, have watched them grow up and give birth to children of their own. I’ve lost plenty of those same children and even some of my grandchildren to illness, drugs, accidents, and a couple to senseless violence. When I look back at all of the crime plaguing our city nowadays, I cry for all of the mothers and grandmothers, for all of the children left behind, for all young men and women who were taken away by the hands of people who have obviously lost their way. Tonight we are gathered to address the current crisis at hand here in Wilmington. There is a killer running around killing young women for no apparent reason. Let us stand united and put our resources together to put an end to this mayhem. Right now, I want you all to bow your heads and join me in prayer…”

He bowed his head and joined in prayer. When she finished, there was a standing ovation for her. The ushers helped her down and people walked up to her to shake her hand and hug her. He respectfully made his way to the front and shook her hand.

“Miss Hines, my name is Detective Albert Harris and I’m one of the lead detectives on this case. I stumbled upon a lead and their might be some information that you have that can help me out in catching this killer,” he said in a tone where only she could hear him.

“By all means detective, let’s go downstairs and talk. You hungry?” she asked leading him downstairs to the banquet room. She fixed him a plate and they found a seat.

“Now what can I help you with young man?” she asked biting into a chicken wing.

“Well, I found a connection between those murders and the accident that took your granddaughters a couple years back. The woman who was arrested for the deaths was murdered in the same style that the victims were killed here in town. Is there anybody around that was close to your granddaughter Sharonda?” he asked throwing it all out there and praying that she knew something significant.

Her eyes became distant and it was evident that her mind was on her granddaughters. She took a deep breath before answering.

“Sharonda was deep in love with this boy that was no good for her. He was knee deep in the streets slanging that poison and we told her time after time to leave him alone, and go head out of town to college, but she wouldn’t listen. Out of all my grands, she was the most stubborn and even in the end she put up a fight, refusing to let go after the accident.”

Tears fell from her eyes and she gathered her composure.

“Sorry bout that. I just miss my girls so much,” she cried.

“I understand Miss Hines,” he said rubbing her hands, sympathizing with her pain.

“So, like I was saying, Sharonda had that boy in her life and they were engaged to be married at the time of the accident. He was locked up and took the news hard. He just got out a year ago, and I heard he was doing good now.”

“What’s his name?”

“Micah. I think his last name is Claybrook. Yeah Claybrook, that’s it.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 8

He had her hands bound behind her back in a chair while she sat naked in the middle of the pentagram on his knees.

Candles were lit all over the room giving it a sickly sweet smell. An alter holding the eyes of all the victims sat in front of the room. Mirrors covered the back wall reflecting the eerie scene. Through the fogginess in her mind from the strong dose of drugs, Sybil struggled to regain consciousness, her body immersed in sweat from the significant heat pouring into the room.

The portal to hell was beginning to open and Micah was going through the all too familiar chants needed summon satan.

In moments, it would be complete and he’d have the love of his life back.

 

Detective Harris had no problem finding out the address for Micah Claybrook. He was right under their nose the entire time working for the departments cleaning crew. It was all starting to make sence now and he needed to bring him in for questioning.

After multiple attempts, he still couldn’t get through to McQueen and he was beginning to get worried. It wasn’t like her to be M.I.A like this and he made a mental note to go over to her place after finishing up with the suspect.

He made his way down Gordon Road until he approached the address he was looking for. It was dark and under the moonlight he swore that Detective McQueen’s car was parked in the driveway.

“What the hell?”

He got out and on closer inspection saw that indeed it was her vehicle. Just then he heard what sounded like a scream come from inside of the house.

He ran back to his cruiser and decided to call in for backup. He loaded his shotgun, strapped on his tactical vest, put on his combat boots and made his way inside the house.

He heard the scream again and knew for a fact that it was his partner. The sliding door was locked on the side so without hesitation, he used the butt of his shotgun to break the glass and unlocked the door gaining entry into the house and he prayed that he would be in time before something happened to his partner.

“God help us!”

 

 

The portal was slowly opening using the mirrors as the gateway between Earth and hell.

He could see Sharonda in the shadows walking hand in hand with his master. His heart yearned for her and tears of joy mixed with the salty sweat pouring down his face.

Sybil, finally got her eyes to open and it was almost impossible for her to wrap her mind around what she was seeing.

The mirror beside her head opened up into what had to be the depths of hell. Rivers of molten lava surrounded a rock terrain full of smoke and darkness. Demons ran around naked devouring men and women all over. Groups had men pinned down ripping them limb from limb while they screamed in pain and pure terror.

She couldn’t do anything but scream as she watched Satan walk towards her. Blood covered his whole body and he stood at least ten feet tall with distorted facial features, eyes that glowed crimson red, sharply pointed teeth and long clawed hands. His twenty five inch dick swung freely, swinging from side to side as he took each step beside what appeared to be Sharonda Hines.

“Ahhhhhh, helpppp meeee! Somebody help! Help!”

She’d never been more afraid of anything in her life and she was almost paralyzed by her fear.

“Yes, squirm for me woman. I’m going to enjoy you for eternity,” the voice of satan boomed causing her to shiver in horror.

“Master, I have completed the tasks you set before me,” Micah said with a look of unfiltered insanity in his eyes.

“Indeed you have my loyal servant. In exchange for your labors, I have the one you desire.”

“Thank you master,” he said reaching towards her hand.

Boom!

The door flew open and Detective Harris almost lost his mind when he saw what was going on. Scared for his life, he started blasting into the portal shattering pieces of mirror.

“Noooooo!” Micah screamed running towards him.

Harris turned the barrel his way and sent a slug straight through his chest. BLOWWW!

The force blew Micah backwards and he lay on the ground trying to hold his chest together, struggling to breathe. He saw the portal closing and in desperation he crawled through until he grasped Sharonda’s hand.

“My love, he smiled as she pulled him up to his feet. He held her in his arms, and felt victorious as their lips locked in a passionate kiss.

“Ahhh, how sweet. Unfortunately your part of our bargain was not completed.” Satan stated grabbing her by her waist and tearing her guts out with his almost thirty inch erection.

Her eyes got big, she bit his tongue off pushing him away. A group of demons pounced on him and began digging into the wound on his chest eating his organs as he watched SAtan mutilate the love of his life while she looked to be in pure ecstasy.

Harris pumped two more slugs into the mirror causing the portal to close totally. The floor began to shake and he grabbed Sybil from off of the chair. He threw the shotgun on the ground and used his pocket knife to quickly untie her. She was still sluggish from the effects of the drugs so he had to throw her over his shoulders, and carry her out of there before the room collapsed. They made it just in time and when they got outside, backup had just arrived.

“I got an officer down! We need an ambulance!” He yelled covering her up with his jacket. She was going into shock from the chilly weather outside and her teeth chattered loudly.

“I-i-i-s-s-s it o-v-v-ver-r?” she asked clutching her arms together.

“It’s over.” he assured her holding her close.

The case was finally closed and their killer was gone. Nobody would believe what had happened and it would be their secret that bonded the two partners for life.

 

 

 

 

 

Epilogue

Sybil sat in bed watching an episode of Scandal.

Five years had gone by since that fateful night and she’d moved on with her life and career. She now a lead detective in the Homicide division, and ran a team of her own.

After the forensic team scoured the remains of the room in Micah’s house, they were never able to conclusively say what had happened to his body. A search of the house found all of the evidence that they needed to show that he was the killer responsible for the murders of all the young women.

McQueen still didn’t have a man but there was a special little boy in her life now. Her son Eli. He was four years old now and her life revolved around him.

In a strange  twist of fate, Micah had planted his seed inside of her during their one night of lovemaking. She found out that she was with child a couple of months later, and couldn’t fathom the thought of aborting her unborn son or daughter. To this day she still didn’t regret it and kept the identity of his father to herself.

It was a tragedy how the unwillingness to let go of love lost pushed Micah to do all of the terrible things he had done. He was truly a good man deep down inside, and she knew that if he could’ve moved on with his life, he could’ve made a great husband and father. She just thanked god that her soul had been spared the horrors she’d witnessed in purgatory and for the health of her son.

“Mommy, I wanna sleep with you,” Eli said walking into the room in his Ice Age pajamas. He had a  light complexion like her and had curly hair.

“What’s wrong with Mommy’s little man?” she asked pulling him up to the bed and Kissing.

“The funny man keeps calling me to the mirror,” he said causing her heart to skip a beat.

“Stay right here,” she said grabbing her baby Glock 9 out of her nightstand and moving steadily to his bedroom.

The temperature was way warmer in his room and she checked the vent to make sure that the air conditioner was working.

Satisfied that it was, she searched his room for signs of intrusion.

Unable to detect anything out of the ordinary, she turned around straight into the arms of a man wearing a clown mask.

Her scream was caught in her throat and she froze in terror.

“Thought it was over didn’t you?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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