Murder Over Love

Part 4

7. Zariah Miles

One day before.

“Do you see the suspect?” Ciera was asking me in my earpiece. I was at a pool party, looking for a guy that has been holding women in his basement. I was wearing a hot pink thong bikini. I might be a bbw, but I know I am sexy in this bikini. He had a bunch of women surrounded by him sitting by his bar.

“I might have to go off grid.” I said

“What you mean?”

“I need to get his attention.”

“Oh s**t I know what you're thinking. So go ahead. I still have eyes on you though.”

“Ok cool.” I walked over to where he was sitting with a bunch of women. Waited for him to look right at me. I did a huge dive in the pool, my triple D’s were bouncing everywhere. I popped out of the pool and walked over to him slowly, while getting my hair out of face.

“Wow, what’s your name?” He asked while pushing all the other women away from him.

“Kerry. What about you?” He waved his hands and the other women. Walked away from where they were sitting.

“My name is not important. What is important is everything about you. I wanna know about you.”

He snapped at the bartender to bring a drink. I looked at the corner of my eye and the bartender was already putting something in my drink. The bartender brings me my drink then goes somewhere in the house.

“Let's toast to us.” He turns around to try to pick up his drink. I put my hand on his shoulder.

“I think you dropped some money.” He leans to pick up the money. I swapped our drinks real quick.

“Ok, let’s try this again.” He picks up his cup. “Toast” While I was taking a sip, I looked around and everyone disappeared. He looked at me and started smiling. A few minutes later, he looked at me. “Damn it, you bitch.” He said before he passed out. Ciera came up behind me while I was standing over him.

“Ok, Let’s get him up.”

We have him in a chair. There was a barrel sitting next to him. I threw water on him.

“Wake up motherfucker!” He started looking around.

“What the f**k. Who are you?”

“Like you just said, that is not important. What I need you to do is tell me where are the women, that you kidnapped.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about, bitch.”

“Oh, so we are playing the dumb game.” I chuckled. “I love playing games. Let’s play, I have a bucket of acid, you have three times to answer my question correctly. If you are wrong, I get to pick on your body where I am going to pour acid on. You ready.” I said, picking up a cup and a pair of gloves I can use with the acid.

“I am not answering s**t. My bartender will be back in a few. He will go get my body guards and get your ass.”

“I already paid them off.” I chuckled. “You're funny. Ok enough fun. Where do you have the women hiding?”

“I told you.” I put some acid in my cup, He started squirming around. I poured a little on his knee. He was screaming so loud that a tear came down his cheek.

“Awe, don’t cry boo. You were laughing when you were torturing those women.”

“Please.” He said

“Please? Please, what?” I waved over to Ciera, who was in the kitchen drinking all his liquor.

“Damn girl, let’s get to work. I got s**t to do.” I said. She walked past me with the slug hammer.

“Girl, we are just waiting on a text. Then we can handle our last job.” She said, picking up the slug hammer. She was swinging, shattering the fireplace.

“Wait, you said I had three times to answer wrong.” He said, sounding nervous.

“I did. But I realized, hmmm, I dont have time today. So.”

“Wait, Wait, Wait.” Ciera stopped and turned around, I looked at him with a questioning look.

“We probably can work something out.” I turned and looked at Ciera. She was laughing.

“Are you serious? Is he serious?” I went over to him.

“Did you give those women a chance when you tortured them and killed them? You know what I am done talking.” I cut his thumb off and went over to the hole that she made in the fireplace. I put his finger on the scanner. And a door opened the fireplace up.

“Cee Cee, handle the rest of this so we can go.” Heading down the stairs I could hear the chainsaw going and him screaming. Walking down the stairs all I could see was a bunch of cages. There were only three women in three different cages. They had only a hay pile to go in the bathroom. They were crying and saying help me please. I hurry, unlocked all the cages and told them to go upstairs. They were so scared to go up the stairs that I had to go first. When we walked up the stairs, Cee Cee already had him chopped up and put in another barrel. The only thing the women saw was blood everywhere.

“Is he gone?” One of them asked.

“You're free.”

“Thank god.” One of them said

“Thank you so much.” All of them said

Before we left we had the cleaning crew come, pick up our barrel and take it to our site. We took the ladies to their families that hired us. The family told them what they had to say to the police. We went to the site and laid out the body in a rose shape then threw all the papers showing pictures of what he did to these women.

My phone rings, letting me know I was getting a text.

“Is that our last job?” Cee Cee asked. I looked over at her and smiled. We went to the site to meet him at. He gave me an envelope and drove off. I hurried up and opened it. I was happy then my face turned into a fown quick as day.

“What is it?” Cee Cee took it out of my hands. “Oh s**t” I couldnt even breathe. This s**t hit me in the gut so hard that now the room is spinning. “What you want to do.” She asked

“Let me handle this and you wait outside.”

“Ok”

I was waiting in the dark, sitting in the chair in the bedroom with my 9 millermeter and silencer on. Soon as the light turned on he jumped. I had the gun pointed at him.

“Where is he?”

“What? Where is who?”

“Don’t play stupid Trey. Where is Scar?” He looked at me confused.

“How do you know Scar?”

“Trey, I don’t have time for this bullshit. Just tell me where he is. I might even let you live.”

“Let me live? What the f**k is going on Z. I have never seen you act like this before.”

“Trey, I just need Scar, this is between me and him. If you get in the middle of that I don’t mind shooting you too.”

“Ok, but first tell me what this is about?” I stood up in front of him.

“Scar, r***d me years ago and killed my mother with bad drugs. So I ask for the last time, where is he?”

“Z, the last time I saw him he was at my old house.”

“Oh you mean the one you used to share with your wife. Yea, I just found that out too.” He tried to step closer to me and a shot went off.

To be continued