Murder Over Love

Part 2

3. Trey Sims

“Hey Trey. What you want today?” He said I had to take a deep breath cause I hate having to come to him. But I only come to him when I need someone that has their hears to the streets.

“Hey, Crackhead Mookie.” I said sighing

“Now why you using my street name? You could call me pops or dad.”

“We not gunna get into that right now. I have something to ask you.”

“Hold on one second.” He walked over to this older couple that were trying to walk in the gas station. “Hey, how you doing today? Do you, Do you, Do you have any money so I, so I, so I can get something to eat?” He said while twitching and pretending something is wrong with him.

“Oh you poor thing.” The older gentleman kept walking and the old lady reached in her purse and pulled out a few hundred bucks. “Here you baby, I hope that is enough? That will hold you for a few days hun.” She gave him a hug and walked in the store. He came back over to me smiling like he won the lottery. It looked like she gave him at least three hundred. But I wasnt for sure.

“Are you ready to talk now?”

“Yeah, let’s go over to the restaurant across the street.” We walked across the street. After we ordered something I asked him if he had heard anything about the serial killer. “Well, all I know is that the killer was hired by a guy named Big Daddy Kane.”

“Who is Big Daddy Kane?” I asked. He tooked so long to answer because he was just grubbing on his burger that he just ordered.

“He’s the big boss of the weed chain.” He said still munchin.

“Is that all you know?” I asked, taking a sip of my soda.

“Yeah, what, you don’t believe me?”

“It’s hard to, when the last time you sent me on a goose chase.”

“That was one time. I couldn’t let you get my one drug man.”

“He killed your brother. Just cause he didn’t give him the correct amount of money.”

“Well I told him to stop doing that.” I couldn’t hear this no more. I started walking out the door. “TREY!!” This man don’t care bout nun but himself.

As soon as I got to my car. Tom calls me asking if I got any information from my father. I told him nothing really. He told me he couldnt find anything but he did tell me some information that I really didnt want to handle but looks like I have another thing to worry about. I speed off to the station.

“WHERE THE f**k IS HE TOM, I KNOW YOU KNOW.” She yells at the top of her lungs. Poor Tom was trying to hold her back. Why do I have to deal with this today? I already have to deal with this case, then my father, then my little brother (Which we will deal with that, at another time.), now I have to deal with this s**t. Why me?

“I got this Tom. Thank you” I said, pushing him a little back from her.

“What are you looking at? Everybody back to work.” Tom said. Cause everyone got off their desks just to watch. Like it was one of those reality shows. She does this everytime when she wants to get my attention. So I don’t know why everyone is acting like they are shocked when they have seen this before.

“What you want Sheila?”

“Why haven’t you been home?”

“You know why I haven’t been home. Do you not remember, old dude jumping out of my bedroom window?”

“Baby I am sorry, It’s not what it looked like. Baby, please come home. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” She started touching my face. I pushed her away from me.

“Go home Sheila, Don’t come here unless it is bout the kids.”

“It is, they miss you and want to know when you are coming home too.” She tried to rub my face again. I was done talking at this point.

“Go home Sheila, tell the boys I will see them this weekend.” I walked back into work with her still standing there. I walked over to Tom to see if he found anything else on our case. He was talking about something but I spaced out and started looking at my phone and saw the time.

“f**k” I said out loud.

“You didn’t hear a word I just said.”

“I am sorry, got to go. I am late.”

“Ok whatever, keep your phone on tho.”

“You're late.” She said soon as I walked through the doors. I could hear her heels clicking on my hard wood floors, walking right towards me. I was putting my keys in the bowl on the table by my front door.

“I am sorry, work ran late.” She put her hand on my chest, while standing behind me. She slid down my chest to my d**k. I was geeting so rock hard, that I needed her now. I turned around and picked her up so fast. She already cleared the dining table. I took her over to the table, put her down, and laid her down slowly. Pulling off my favorite red lace panties.

“So you don’t want to answer your phone. I got you.” Started to licking her pearls slowly. Looking her in the eyes to see every reaction she would make. Stick my tongue in her whole, in and out I go, first slowly. Then faster, faster and faster. While playing with her pearl at the same time.

“MMMMMM you taste good baby.” Licking her pearl again slowly. She was squirming so much I had to hold both of her hands while I was licking her pearl some more. Her legs started shaking.

“f**k, DADDY. f**k”

“MHM, what you guuna do when I call?” I said fingering her with two of my fingers. “Scream my name.” I told her while going faster.

“f**k, TREY, TREY,TREY.” She could barely get it out.

“Who’s in charge Z??”

“YOU, TREY. YOUUUUUUU.” I took my finger out her creamy p***y and licked them clean.

“Get yo ass up and head to the bedroom.” She got off the table and I slapped that fat ass. She gunna be riding this d**k tonight.

4. Sheila Sims

“Momma, can we get something to eat?” My kids said running in my room. I was staring out the window. I just left the police station, while my kids were here with the babysitter. Damn, I really f****d up this time.

“Momma?” My kids said again.

“Go ask Tasha, she is in the kitchen.” I said, snapping out of my thoughts. I took another sip of my Gin out of my wine glass.

“Ms. Sims” The babysitter Tasha said, knocking on the door.

“Yes.”

“Mr. Doe is here.” Oh s**t. I down the rest of my Gin and sit on the bed.

“Ok, bring him upstairs. Can you also take the kids out to eat and to the movies?”

“Yes ma’am.” After he came to the room, she shut the door.

“What’s up?” He said walking over to me. I put up my hand and walked over to the window, making sure the babysitter and the kids left. “What is wrong with you?” I turned on the news that I recorded this morning that was talking about finding two bodies. “Ok, And?”

“And?” I started throwing glasses at him.

“Woa, Woa, Woa. What the f**k is wrong with you?”

“She is leaving her calling card for us, stupid.”

“Who.” He can’t be this dumb.

“The b***h you slept with.”

“Um, you need to clarify it a little more than that. I slept alot of women.”

“We killed her mother. Remember now?”

“Shhhh, and how you know it’s really her.”

“I got some information from our boss that the bodies had their d**k in their mouths, and one body had a rose tattoo on their chest.” He turned back at me so fast.

“How you know about the rose tattoo?”

“You told me one time during s*x. You was high as hell.”

“I am always high.”

“Whatever, you need to figure out how to clean up this mess.”

“Wait a minute. I am not in this alone. You gave her the drugs.” I walked over to my bar and poured me another cup of Gin.

“The boss gave me those.”

“Yeah, but you weren't supposed to give it to her. They were ment for my father.”

“Ok, but you didn’t tell me dat. You said to just give her the drugs. Those were the only ones I had left.”

“I don’t remember dat.” He said waving his hand at me. Like he was trying to shoo away a bug.

“Of course you don’t, You were too busy trying to f**k dat funky ass bitch.”

“Oh baby, come on. You know I only have eyes for you.” He started rubbing my thighs. Like that's supposed to calm me down. I moved his hand and walked over to the bar. I poured me another glass of Gin and downed it. Trying to think, I already tried to crawl back to Trey. Just so I could see if I could get more information on the case but of course that didnt work. Now i have no f*****g clue what to do.

“Baby, stop stressing, we will figure it out. I promise. I ask my dude to keep his ear to the streets.” He starts kissing me on my neck (Knowing that would calm me down a little). He turns me around and has me look in his eyes. “I got you baby. Now give me some p***y. I havent tapped it in a long time.”