Murder Over Love

Part 3

5. Zariah Miles

I pulled up to an empty alley that was two blocks down from my boss' warehouse. I got out of my car and hopped on the hood of my car to sit down. I took my phone out of my back pocket to text him that I am here. He texted back, “coming”. A few minutes I got another text. It's from my boo. He must of woke up, rolled over and realized I wasn’t there. I know he’s pissed now. He always wakes up wanting more in the morning after I put his ass to sleep. After he finished, he passed out. (laughing in my head)

“Where you at?” He texted

“I had to make a work run.” I texted back

“Damn it Z, You know I can’t function without my morning p***y. Shit.” I knew he was gunna be pissed.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“Ok Baby. You lucky, I am paying you back for last night. You did that s**t on purpose.”

“Maybe” I texted that then put my phone in my back pocket. My boss pulled up in front of me.

“I got your information you've been searching for all these years and a new assignment.” He handed me an envelope. I opened it. “They call him scar face. He’s been dealing drugs all over the east coast. The same part of town your mom was on. She only overdosed cause she got a bad batch of weed and crack. We don’t know the woman who gave it to her. We are still working on that. We are also working on family members.”

“Thank you.” I said putting the envelope in my secret department in the front of my car. You have to have my finger tip to open.

“Welcome” He waved for his friend to bring the two duffle bags. One has the assignment, the other has one is our agreement, for under the table. Also talk to you girl Keisha. She needs to stop spending my money and she needs to learn how to just f*****g agree.”

“I got you. Where she at?”

“She should be at the spa.” I nodded, took my duffle bags and headed to my car.

I went over to the spa she was at. Paid the front desk to make everyone leave except Keisha, who was in a back VIP room. After I saw everyone leave. I pulled out my 9 millermeter and put my silencer on it. I headed towards the back where she was at and made the masseuse leave. I sit in the chair, pointing the gun at her. She slowly got up, wondering why she wasn’t getting massaged.

“Why the f**k did you……” She was looking at me with so much fear in her eyes. Like she saw a ghost.

“Z, what you doin.” She said covering up her body.

“No, no, no, no, no. What I need to ask you is, why haven't you been doing your job? Huh Keisha?”

“What you mean? You said keep him satisfied.” I chucked a little.

“Yeah, but it don’t seem like you been doing that.”

I was shaking my gun at her.

“I have Z”

“No, cause also told you to hush that f*****g mouth of yours.”

“Ok, you right, you right. But his d**k hurts.”

“That hasn’t been a problem before. Ohhhh, I forgot, those d***s were little. Well GET f*****g USED TO IT.” I yelled. I walked over to her and pulled her hair. “Now this gunna hurt a little bit.” I whispered in her ear.

“Huh?” I shot her in the thigh and she screamed. I walked to the front desk and handed them a bag full of money.

“Call the doctor and the clean up crew.” I walked out of the spa. I don’t have time for this s**t. I got work to do.

“It’s Done.” I said to Big Daddy Kane.

I drove up to Ciera’s house and called her on the phone. For some reason she was not picking up the phone. I called her about three times. I started to walk up to the door, then a dude walked out. He was pulling his pants up while Ciera was behind him with only a towel wrapped around her. He walked back, gave her a kiss, then walked to his car. I kept looking at his face. He looked soo familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I just dusted it off and walked in her house.

“Cee Cee, really?”

“Really what? Girl you aint the only one getting some d**k. I need mine morning, noon and night. He was just my noon appointment.” She chuckled. I couldn’t help but to laugh with her and shake my head.

“Whatever, well I don't have to ask where you was? You missed the meeting.”

“Oh s**t, Big Daddy Kane don’t care if I am there or not. He likes you more then me.” She said, pouring her a glass of henny. “You want one.”

“No, we need to work.” I threw the envelopes on the table. She picked up one of our assignments first and looked at it.

“Ok, I know we had an assignment but what is the other one.”

“Open it.”

“Ok, you're scaring me.” She said, picking up the envelope. I looked at her while she was opening it. “Oh My Gosh, b***h. What the f**k. I thought you stopped looking?”

“I did, but Kane didn’t.”

“Girllll. So what you gunna do.”

“I don’t know. But I do want to find him.”

“I am down with you, you know that. Just say when.” She gave me a hand shake. “Paper over Dick.”

“Paper over Dick.”

6. Trey Sims

I was about to walk into work. My phone starts ringing. It was Sheila. Damn it.

“What Sheila?”

“You need to come home. Coby hurts his arm.” I ran to my car, then texted Tom to let him know I was going to be late. I got to the house so fast, I hopped out the car that I don’t even remember turning it off. I ran in the house yelling Coby’s name.

“Upstairs” I heard Sheila say. I ran up the stairs. I went three at a time. Soon as I got to Sheila and our old bedroom we used to sleep in. She was standing by the window by a bar. She must have put this in here after I left. She had a wine glass in her hand, probably Gin in it.

“Sheila, I don't have time for games today. Where is my son?” I heard the door shut behind me. When I turned around, it was my f*****g little brother. “Ok what the f**k is going on?”

“Ok, as you can see your son is not here. He is fine but you need to help us with a situation.”

“What the f**k you talking about Sheila?”

“Trey, we need all the information you get on this serial killer.”

“Why? What did this person do to you?”

“Don’t worry about that. We just need all the information you get on her, or him.” She said, while downing her whole glass and making a face. My brother sat down on the bed, put his feet up and got some candy out of the dresser drawer. “Hold up. Both of you know something I don’t.” I said, folding my arms looking at both of them. But I kept looking at my brother who was smacking on something. I also kept getting my head alot about why is he sitting so comfortable. He ain’t never did this s**t before.

“Are you two f*****g?” I asked. She looked at me so fast while she was pouring herself another drink.

“Huh?”

“If you can, huh, then you can hear. Answer the damn question.” I was watching both of their reactions. They were looking at each other. Sheila didn’t say anything, she just went back over to the window and sipped on her drink.

“Trey, you asking the wrong thing. We need to know if you are in or not.” My brother said

“Ok, not.” I said

“Not? Is that what you just said?”

“Not. N.O.T. Why should I help you two? You have never been there for me at all. Neither one of you. You're my brother and you're my wife. Why the f**k should I help both of you? At all.” I said through gritted teeth.

“Cause it’s for our father.” My brother had the nerve to say. I couldn’t help but laugh. I was laughing so hard that my stomach was hurting.

“f**k him and you too Scar. f**k Sheila too. I don’t care bout either one of you.” I said waving my hands everywhere. That had me all the way f****d up today. My brothe pulled out his gun and started pointing it at me in my face.

“I am tired of this s**t. Sheila!!” She looked over at Scar. “Tell him about the kids” Shelia was shaking her head. “Tell him or I will.” He had the gun pointed at me.

“Go ahead Sheila, say it with your chest.” I said, She started crying so hard that she dropped the wine glass with the liquor still in the cup. It shattered all over her feet.

“SAY THE s**t NOW SHEILA!!” Scar said, pushing the gun closer to me. “SHEILA!!!!!” He said again. Shaking the gun around. She jumped.

“The boys are not yours.” She blurted it out.

“Is that it?” I chuckled. They looked at me with a shocked look. “I already knew. I just didnt say nothin. Cause that's how much I loved those boys. You know what, I don't have time for this s**t. I will be over this weekend to come get MY boys.” I hit the gun out my face and started walking down the stairs. As I was walking to my car, I got a text from Tom saying they found another one. He said this one is much worse than the other ones. I am never gunna have a day of peace am I?