They Took Him

Chapter 18: In Too Deep

With my brother gone, I was wondering why I was bothering with avenging our parent's death lately. I didn't know who I could trust and at the end of the day, I didn't know who had my back in these streets. I mean, I had Brandon, but lately we was on some business stuff only. I mean, I couldn't blame him because after my brother's death, I pushed him away hard. I couldn't bare love or bare the existence of trusting anyone again. All the loyal people in my life that I had loved, all died. I didn't have anymore strength to sit through any more funerals. I was scared that if I loved him, they would take Brandon, too. Of course, Brandon didn't understand this so after trying and trying, he gave up. He was angry with me and I knew it by the way he socialized with me. He didn't hug me anymore. He didn't attempt to kiss me when I walked through the door. He barely spoke to me unless we were discussing Michael Fimmer. It hurt me that I hurt him, but I would never be able to live with myself if someone else died because of me.

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For the second time in my life, I knew where Michael Fimmer would be, but this time there was no La'Tisha to mess it up. I was more than prepared to have a few words with the man since he was so superior.

Me and Brandon got word that he was on his way to a club downtown and we prepared for the worst before we made plans to get in. Before we left, me and Brandon did something we had never had to do before: we put on bullet proof vests under our clothes. Me and Brandon weren't scared of this dude, but we didn't underestimate him either. We grabbed silencers and guns and headed out. We didn't drive in the usual car either, we drove a green Toyota Camry. The windows were tinted and there was no possible way for anyone to know who or what was inside the car.

We pulled up to the scene and peeped the place out. We sat in the car awhile riding around, observing the building's sorroundings. Finally, we parked by a tree that hid the car two or three buildings around. What I found so strange about going into this club was the amount of police cars in the parking lot. That made me so suspicious and I swear I started replaying the night when I was only thirteen in my head. "He was a cop", I heard my mom yelling at my brother.

"Brandon, call a few extra bodies because we gone need them tonight. I got a feeling something gone kick off", I told him. I knew this night was not going to be easy, I just had a bad feeling something was gone go down. Whenever I got that feeling, something bad always happened so I had learned to trust my instincts. About 10 minutes later, me and Brandon walk in the spot and it was live. Our fake IDs had gotten us in with no problem. The music was good and there were strippers everywhere, but what caught my eyes was this corner of the club surrounded by police. I knew that the man I was looking for was beyond those men so I had to get past them.

Me and Brandon were at the bar when Brandon's boys came walking in. They weren't dressed suspicious or anything; in fact, they fit right in. To the ordinary eyes, they were boys out to have a good time, but I knew that they were not here on games tonight. They were here for business and nothing was going to stand in their way. We were trying to make a plan to get to Michael Fimmer when one of his boys "T-Man" suggested a plan.

"A few shots in the air outside will have at least half his men running out the door to protect him. Tonya, you sexy as hell so I don't see why you can't grab his attention in that time span", he said like his plan was magic.

Reluctantly, I went into the bathroom and took off my jacket and bullet proof vest. If I had to say so, I did look sexy so I spruced up my hair a little bit and walked out of the bathroom with nothing but confidence. When I walked out, I saw Brandon give T-Man the cue. He walked out the club door and about two minutes later, shots rang out. Just like T-Man had said, policemen rushed outside to see what was going on.

I walked past the corner where Michael Fimmer was and finally saw him. He was sexy as hell; I had to reconsider killing the man. He was gorgeous, but I showed no sign of it on my face. I walked past putting on the best strut I had ever in my life and felt his eyes on me. Soon, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I knew the plan had worked.

"What's your name beautiful", he asked me playfully.

"Jasmine", I told him, hiding my true identity. If all went wrong, I didn't want him to be able to track me down. In a minute's time, I was sitting behind a wall of security in blue uniforms next to the sexiest man ever.

"I still haven't gotten your name", I told him loudly over the music.

"You can call me Mike", he said with confidence and I knew I had the right guy. His presence was so powerful, almost like being in the presence of a king. This was no king, though, and I was positive he was the reason my dad had died.

"Okay Mike, lets get out of here", I told him grabbing his hand. He called off the guards and before I knew it, I was in the back of his limousine being treated like a princess.

"So where are we going?", he asked with curiosity touching his eyes.

"We are headed to the La'Quinta Inn", I told him seductively kissing him on the neck.

"You heard the girl, lets go", he told the driver.

When we got to the La'Quinta, I took him to the room Brandon had gotten in my false name for the night. When we got there, he started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear like crazy. Unfortunately, because I'm still young, my hormones went crazy. His hands found their way to the bottom of my dress and he was easing it up, while breathing heavily into my neck.

"How about a shower?", I asked him tugging at the buttons on his shirt.

"Whatever pleases you", he responded. I felt so evil for having the upper hand on this powerful man, yet I had to watch myself because he was making me lose control. I thought I was in control, but little did I know I was way in over my head...