The Eye of the Storm - Sequel to The Oncoming Storm

Chapter 21

Prince picked himself up from the snow and ran back inside the club, putting his shoes back on and grabbing his coat and his motorcycle keys. Oh no way in hell was he about to let Morris get away with stealing his girl. That backstabbing bastard... just when he was starting to trust Morris too...

Prince jumped on his bike and raced off down the road, following the tire tracks of Morris's limo in the light layer of snow on the road. He flew carelessly over the patches of ice on the road. He wasn't even thinking clearly. All he could see in his mind were the fuzzy imaginations of what all Morris and Jess were doing together in the back of that limo.

Prince finally caught sight of the limo further up the road, about to speed under a traffic light that just turned yellow. Prince couldn't lose the limo here. He had no clue where it was going. "Fuck it," he muttered under his breath and he punched the gas, racing under the red light. He was too angry to care about anything other than Jezebel.

He followed at a safe distance behind the limo so he wouldn't be spotted. The limo made a turn and pulled into an uppity residential area on the edge of the city. This is where all the rich people live. The limo stopped right in front of this huge mansion of a house. Prince assumed this must be Morris's house, he had never seen where Morris lived before... and he hated to admit that he was impressed by the size of the house. But he'd never admit this out loud to anyone, of course.

Prince turned off all the lights and the engine of his motorcycle and stashed it behind a parked car up the street a little bit. He watched discretely as Morris got out of the limo and then extended his arm to Jess, helping her out. They walked arm-in-arm up to the front door of the mansion, and Morris fumbled with his keys. Prince could tell from a distance that Morris was drunk as hell... but he couldn't tell about Jess. He prayed to God she wasn't drunk... back in high school she use to get herself into all kinds of trouble when she was drunk. Prince remembered this all too well, as he was usually the one who would go and get her out of trouble and fight off any guys trying to take advantage of her.

Once Morris finally got the front door open and he and Jess disappeared inside the house, that's when Prince made a break for it. He ran as fast as his heels could carry him around to the back of Morris's house and took cover behind a large tree. Then his brain went into panic mode. He had to get inside... but how? As he tried to catch his breath, he looked up and noticed there was a window on the second floor that was slightly ajar. And one of the large branches of the tree was growing right next to the window. Prince jumped up, grabbing ahold of one of the low-hanging tree branches, and pulled himself up onto it. Then he dug his heels into the tree trunk and climbed a little higher until he got to the next tree branch. As he got higher up in the tree, the branches got thinner and became less sturdy. Finally he had climbed high enough to where he was level with the window, now all he had to do was crawl across the branch and get inside through the window.

But right as he was about to step out onto the branch, he looked down and realized just how high up he was. Bad idea. He immediately felt dizzy and began to slip off the branch. He caught himself right as he was about to plummet to the ground, and he hung onto the branch by one arm for dear life. He managed to grab on with his other arm too and pulled himself back up. He hugged the branch tight and cautiously crawled towards the window.

As he neared the window, a cracking sound caused him to freeze where he was. The thinner half of the branch was splitting and about to break off. He inched even slower towards the window, but the branch crackled even more with every move he made. He was gonna have to jump for it. It was now or never. He carefully stood up and balanced on the edge of the branch, and leapt towards the widow as soon as he felt the branch break off from underneath him. He clung to the windowsill, threw open the window the whole way, and pulled himself inside. He tumbled through the window onto the floor inside the dark room. He didn't even know what room this was, it was too dark to see anything. All he knew was that between the branch breaking and him tumbling onto the hard floor of the room, Morris had to have heard something.