Unhidden: A Trilogy

Chapter 12 - Lost in the sauce

It was 4am in Atlanta and the only thing that could be heard was leaves rustling and Promise's shoes hitting the pavement. She was pacing back and forth, contemplating if she wanted to go through with what she planned to do.

"Promise, I know this is your first time doing this, but you need to drop ya imaginary nuts a lil bit." Xara commanded. Promise being all over the place was making her nervous. They were outside of Lovelyn's house up to no good.

Promise had asked for her father's help to figure out a way to help Onyx beat his case. He'd been on the up and up since beating a terminal illness.
Little did she know, Paul already had a peace of info that would do more than help, he felt he owed that to Promise and Onyx after everything he'd put them through.

"Here, take a hit of this." Xara ordered after lighting up a blunt she'd rolled beforehand.

"What the fuck! When did you your goody-two-shoes ass start smoking?" Promise asked before accepting the blunt then pulling from it. She wasn't much of a smoker but knew she needed the calming substance to do what she needed to do.

"Right after I had your nephew. Postpartum is a bitch." Xara shrugged.

"I agree. I went through hell after having the twins." Promise reflected. She still didn't know how she made it through that tough time in her life.

"I'm already knowing." Xara responded.

Xara and Promise passed the blunt back and forth amongst themselves. Once it was finished, Xara hashed it and then pulled down her ski mask, signaling the start of their mission.

Promise pulled down her ski too as she followed Xara's lead. Stealthily they made their way to the side of Lovelyn's house. Xara pulled out her smith&wesson then placed on the silencer.

Promise pulled out her .45 Taurus special edition then put the suppressor on. Surprisingly, she was calmer than lake water at midnight. She felt icy for what she was about to do.

When the duo made it to the back of the house Xara slowly and quietly slid open the patio door. "I can't believe this dumb bitch left her sliding door unlocked." Xara stated in disbelief.

Promise and Xara began checking their surroundings once they made it inside. Hoping Lovelyn didn't have company or cameras.

Once the coast was cleared, they made their way into Loveyn's bedroom.

Inside, Lovelyn was lying on her back, fast asleep. Oblivious to the intruders in her once presumed safe space. Xara stood on one side, at the head of the bed, and Promise was right across from her.

Out of nowhere, Promise smacked Lovelyn's face so hard you could hear the echo sound throughout the spacious bedroom.

This alerted Lovelyn instantly, making her cry out in pain. "What the fuck!" She yelled in agony. Sleep still blinded her vision but when she looked around her, hair stood up on the back of her neck and arms. Once her vision cleared she realized the danger she was in.
Lovelyn looked toward her door and blankly stared, thinking about if she could make a run for it.

"Don't even think about it hoe. You'll be dead before you even reach the threshold." Xara uttered calmly.

Lovelyn couldn't help but start panicking. "What do y'all want? Money?" she asked before bursting into tears.

Promise laughed at the fact that Lovelyn thought they were broke and there to rob her. "No sweetie, we want your soul for the shit you pulled." she corrected, garnering her attention.

"But first, we need some info." Xara chimed in as she cocked her gun. Now she too had Lovelyn's undivided attention.

"What do you wanna know? I'll tell you anything!" Lovelyn cried out. She'd never been as scared as she was in her life. Snot and tears streaming down her face. "But you have to let me live! I'm a cop." she pleaded.

"Oh, we know that already. Why do you think we here?" Xara quizzed, amused with Lovelyn's behavior. You would think she was innocent the way she was carrying on.

Lovelyn thought long and hard. In that short period, a lightbulb went off in her head. She lived a low-key life before Onyx and was never one to make enemies. She was a quiet girl for most of her life before becoming a police officer. Suddenly, it all made sense. Her building a case against Onyx had been discovered.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry, I'll fall back from the case. I promise. Please don't kill me." Lovelyn begged hoping it would save her life somehow.

"Damn, I almost thought you were lost in the sauce. Tell me everything you know and I'll think about it." Xara asserted before yawning and then training the gun at Lovelyn's head. She was prepared to blow her brains out.

Lovelyn nodded her head vigorously before relaying everything she'd been told before taking on Onyx's case. Not a piece of detail left out.

"Thanks love." Xara expressed to Lovelyn.

"So does that mean I'm free to go?" Lovelyn asked, her heart beating out of her chest.

"Not quite." Promise announced before throwing Lovelyn's phone on the bed. "You're gonna grab your phone, go on Facebook, and write a long sentimental post. And before you get any bright ideas remember your life is literally in my hands."

Lovelyn did as she was told and after ten minutes of typing, she showed Promise that she was done after posting.

Pfft!

The sound of a bullet discharging from Xara's gun sounded throughout the room. "She knew too much." Xara stated coldly, before shrugging.

Lovelyn fell back onto her bed, phone in hand, and eyes open. A single bullet to the side of her head sealed her fate.

Promise instantly sprang into action. Taking a replica of Xara's gun out of her black trench coat, she cleaned it, and placed it strategically in Lovelyn's hand. Making her death look like a suicide.

After making sure there was no trace of them being there, Xara and Promise left just as quietly as they came.

Once they made it inside the black-on-black escalade they'd rented, neither one of them said a word. It was a silent yet loud agreement to take what they had just done to the grave.