Still thicker than water (37 page)

“
I…I didn’t mean it. I love you. I was just trying to spare his feelings.”

Mike raised his eyebrows and smiled.

“
You did a good job. But I guess you couldn’t spare mine, huh?”

She shook her head with tears in her eyes, truly frightened and looked toward the door of the shed. At the angle that she was standing, and the way Mike was positioned, she knew if she could ever make a break for it, it would be now.

Now or never Sasha.

She took a deep breath and dashed sharply and quickly, reaching the doorway and tasting the sweet night air before a pair of strong hands yanked her back inside and threw her down to the ground forcefully.

“
Get your ass back in here,” he demanded.

Her body hit the man-made concrete floor with a thud and her head banged hard against the wall. Sasha felt pain throughout and her head pounded. She placed her hand to her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to fight the dizziness.

“
Why…why are you doing this?” She mumbled.

“
Why?” He asked. “Why!”

He stormed over to her and knelt down, looking at her angrily.

“
Why did
you
do this? Huh?”

A thought went through Sasha as she stared into his deranged face.

She swallowed hard.

“
Who’s Liz Preston?”

A glare flickered in Mike’s eyes and then he stood and put his hands in his pockets, looking away.

“
I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

The way he said it, sent chills down Sasha’s spine. Just thinking of him having something to do with what happened to Aubrey turned Sasha’s fear to anger. She repeated her question.

“
Who the
fuck
is Liz Preston…and what happened to your cousin Amanda?”

Mike grimaced and glared down at Sasha like a madman.

“
You know… I didn’t want to hurt anyone…but
you
Sasha. You just pushed me. And if that fucking
brat
weren’t around…then Chauncey wouldn’t even be in the picture! I…I…I had to do it, you know? But Liz, she didn’t finish…She was supposed to give her the drink…make sure she was dead, and then leave…but…but she fucked up. She had to go. She just had to go.”

Mike was talking like a lunatic but Sasha didn’t care. She was seeing red. He continued.

“
Amanda's dead. She's been dead. That time when you thought you met her, you actually were meeting Liz. Oh, and I almost forgot... since I'm on a roll. The witnesses, the ones that spoke to Child Services about you...yeah, I took care of that too. I figure, if the brat wouldn't die, at least she wouldn't be here with us. No now, it's just me and you... babe.”

Sasha jumped up, against her banging head and thumping body’s will, and swung her arms wildly at him.

“
You fucking bastard! I fucking hate you!”

But Mike simply laughed and in a brisk motion, grabbed Sasha’s arm and twisted it around her back, placing the cold steel Ruger .38, to her cheek. It was the same Ruger with the pearl handle that he had purchased from the small shop outside of town.

“
No bitch, I fucking hate
you
.”

He stared at her, the instant terror in her eyes, her beautiful face frozen in pain and horror. He leaned closer and licked her tears that were running down her cheek.

“
Mmm,” he moaned. “But I love you, too.”

With the gun still to her face, he let go of her arm and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her close to him and kissing her sloppily and deeply.

Sasha did not kiss him back as her insides shuddered, she couldn’t believe this mothafucka had tried to kill her baby.

He covered her face with kisses and closed his eyes, pressing his mouth to her face and holding her tightly.

“
God, I love you.”

Sasha shut her eyes, her expression not changing. She was no longer scared of Mike hurting her as long as she went along with his flow, but she was concocting her plan of getting free, and what she would do when she was.

“
Come on babe, let’s go inside. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Sasha looked at him, alarmed. She needed to stay around the people who would rescue her. Tatum, Jayde, Chauncey, she knew they would eventually come looking for her.

“
Wha-what?” She asked, shakily.

Mike put his arm around her, and began walking her slowly out of the shed, as he held the gun to her side.

“
Yes, tomorrow morning. First thing. Me, and my beautiful wife…that’s you by the way,” he whispered. “We’re going on a trip…a romantic getaway so to say.”

They reached the glass patio doors and Sasha’s legs felt like spaghetti as she contemplated making a run for it.
But would he shoot her? Did she want to chance that?

“
But first,” Mike continued, leading her inside and closing the door behind him. “We’re gonna spend this night…our last night here…doing what I’ve wanted for so long.”

Sasha looked up at him as he ran his free hand up and down her curvy figure covered up in her tight jeans and sweater. Her long hair was wild and loose, but to Mike, she was perfect. Perfect enough that he needed a piece of her, even after she was gone.

“
We’re gonna make a baby…
baby
.”

Sasha felt vomit rush to her mouth and she reluctantly swallowed it back down. She couldn’t believe this was happening and she wondered if anyone would come to her aid tonight. Chauncey and Jayde both knew where she was, but to them, she was just…home.

Sasha tried to think quickly on her feet.

“
I…I’m on my period,” she lied.

Mike chuckled.

“
No you’re not. You’re ovulating,” he corrected.

Sasha fixed her face in disgust and glowered at him, as he pushed her to the stairs. He was truly obsessed.

“
Now get…go. We got work to do,” he ordered.

He waved the gun, commanding her to walk, and all she could do was hope that someone would save her.
Please, save me
.

Chapter 21 - Vengeance

Jayde was in the driver’s seat of her brand new Range Rover, her left leg cocked up on the dashboard. She picked up her cell phone and checked it again, wondering what was taking Sasha so long to return her call.

She threw it back down as she felt herself really getting into the work Bleek was putting on her, as his head stirred in between her thighs.

“
Oh shit,” she whispered, feeling her nut rise.

Bleek licked her faster, determined to make her bust quick and run up in her. She had gotten her shit off the first time, but this time, he was determined to feel her insides.

As her body tensed and her face contorted in that sweet pleasurable ache, Bleek glanced up at her and enjoyed it. It was the only time that she would be submissive to him, and now, he was about to take advantage of that.

He massaged her ass while her orgasm came to a blissful end, and as he lifted up with a smirk, ready to slide on a condom, something caught his attention in the parking lot that they were parked in.

Jayde panted, ready to feel Bleek’s dick, she had made up her mind that she would give him some, but his facial expression alerted her.

“
What’s wrong?” She asked, noticing him staring out of her driver’s window.

He didn’t answer; he just reached into his waist and pulled out his gun, his eyes falling low into slits.
Damn, once again…no pussy!

Jayde sat up and pulled her skirt down and then turned and followed his gaze, her eyes falling on Capo who was walking briskly across the parking lot, completely unsuspecting.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she knew what time it was. She sat up, turned on the ignition, and began to slowly creep in his direction.

Capo continued to walk across the parking lot, his face looking as if he were deep in thought, and it looked as if he were heading toward the bar across the street.

As they got closer to him, Bleek rolled down the window and hung out of the car.

“
Yo! What up, Capo?” He asked blasé.

Capo turned and grinned.

“
What up, Bleek. What you doing on this side-” His words were cut short by the sight of Bleek’s .45. “What the fu-”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Bleek fired off rounds at Capo, as Capo reached in his waist for his gun and simultaneously tried to run. Jayde rested her foot on the gas, keeping up with his chase.

Pop! Bleek caught him once in the leg. Pop! Pop! He continued to fire, but not before an unknown old Chevy pulled up out of nowhere, and started firing back at them.

Capo had also located his gun by now and was banging back as well, and when Bleek’s gun jammed, he turned to Jayde.

“
Go J! Go!”

She skidded off, out of the lot and looked in her rearview, making sure the Chevy wasn’t giving chase.

The other car had stayed behind, probably to tend to the wounded Capo and she wondered how she had gotten herself into this. Her status, and at her level, she was not supposed to be getting her hands this dirty. But she knew with her and Chauncey’s takeover, problems were to come.

“
Yo, you sure it was Capo you seen?” Bleek asked seriously, turning to her once they were in the clear.

She paused and focused on the road, and then she turned to him.

“
Yeah…why?”

Bleek leaned back, breathing hard and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He couldn’t get out of his mind the look on Capo’s face when he noticed the gun in Bleek’s hand.

It was a look of pure shock and surprise, a look that was odd for someone to give if they had blazed at you first
and
hit someone on your team.

The more he thought about it, Capo had greeted him warmly, as if nothing had occurred. And what guy, street dude at that, blazes at someone and then walks on the late night, by himself, not prepared for retaliation.

He continued to look at Jayde as she looked over at him, her chest heaving.

“
Why?” She repeated, reading his mind.

“
Nothing…” Bleek licked his lips, still tasting Jayde. “He just seemed…surprised.”

There was a silence as they both thought to themselves, and then Jayde attempted to put any thoughts he may have had to rest.

“
He shot E, Bleek. I saw him…He started it…and now we have to finish it.”

She looked over and slowly traced her top lip with the tip of her tongue, letting out a smirk.

“
But first…we have some unfinished business of our own.”

Bleek looked over at her and Jayde took the exit heading to her condo.

Yeah she was a bitch,
Bleek thought.
But she was a sexy ass bitch!

The phone rang constantly and Sasha could see from where she was positioned on the bed, that the calls fluctuated from Chauncey to Tatum back to Chauncey.

She bit the skin on her lip and Mike stayed seated in a chair at the end of the bed, gun in his hand, his gaze locked on her.

“
Mike…we should answer,” she whimpered.

“
Shut up,” he ordered.

Suddenly a thought went through Sasha and she was glad that they didn’t answer. She knew after a while, Chauncey would get worried, and come looking for her. It seemed as if Mike had simultaneously shared the same vision because he suddenly stood up from the chair, walked over to the phone, while still aiming the gun at Sasha, and picked it up off of the charger.

Shit,
she thought.

Before he pressed the talk button, he pointed the gun at Sasha.

“
You tell him you’re tired, tell him we just made love, you hear me?” He spoke in a harsh whisper. “Tell him that, tell him you wanted to make love to your husband, and you better convince him…or I swear to god, you’ll be dead by the time he gets here.”

Sasha’s body shook terribly and tears began to form in her eyes as Mike kept his cold glare. He pushed the talk button and handed the phone to her and Sasha hesitantly took it.