ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN

Episode 98

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Theodore: Alan, tell your parents to call the police. Skip Sands is here. I think he wants to kill Uncle Spencer. I love you.

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Luci : Aunt Faith, Skip Sands is here. Please help us. Please.

Both Theodore and Luci sat on the sofa in the living room with their now silenced phones hidden behind big pillows.

Theodore got an instant reply : I told my mom. She's calling 911. I love you. Please stay safe , Theo.

Luci got another one: I'm calling this shit in. And I'm coming over there too. I'm in Tacoma Park now. Hold on. It'll be ok. Luv you all.

Sol sat on the other side of Luci , holding a fussy Miracle in his arms and cooing at her gently.

They looked at each other. Skip had sent them to the living room but kept Spencer and DuBuis in the dining room. They all remembered him saying that if they tried to escape or scream he would kill them both.

" Maybe we should try to get out to one of the neighbors? ," Theodore asked warily as he pulled up his phone pictures of himself and Alan.

Luci whispered," And get Uncle D and Uncle Spencer hurt ? Don't be silly. Aunt Faith is coming. "

" Alan called 911 too. It'll be ok. "

Sol fell into silence as he held tightly onto Miracle. He closed his eyes and thought about a future that may never come. Him being an environmental scientist. Luci being a doctor. Theodore boring the world with his music. Miracle.....

Him and Luci getting married one day. Ok. Maybe that one was farfetched.

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" You won't get away with this, Sands," DuBuis said sharply as he stood in front of Spencer in his chair. " Just turn yourself in before it gets far worse for you. "

Skip smirked at him as he kept the gun aimed at them both. " I'm so tired of you. I hated you in college. Big bad smart Black boy from the hood made good. Spencer's big protector. Well , big man , looks like you falling down on the job , huh ? Fuck you. " He grinned at Spencer who had his eyes closed and his fingers steepled beneath his chin. He almost looked as though he was praying. " I bet your little man here never had better than me. Right, Spence ? I bet you loved it. Especially the way you screamed. You got a lot in common with Winston Arnett. He's a yeller too. Maybe we can do a threesome when he gets here. With the big bad protection here watching. "

DuBuis shot out tersely," You're never touching my husband again. "

" I don't think you have a choice in that, Lane."

Then they all heard a loud knocking at the front door. Skip's grin spread merrily as he demanded," Lane, go open the door. But only to Norland with the money or Winston Arnett. Nobody else. Don't play any tricks or you will be a widower. "

DuBuis sucked in a sharp breath and glared at the gunman as he kissed Spencer on the forehead. " I'll be back, Genius. It'll be ok. I promise. "

Then he went off to answer the door.

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On the front porch stood the very wet and cold unlikely pairing of Richard Norland and Winston Arnett.

Richard held a brown paper bag tightly in his hands.

Winston had his own hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

Richard said firmly," Why are you here? "

Winston replied back," I could ask you the same question. "

Then the front door opened.