Jazz: Vol 3 of the Still Waters Series

Chapter 59

                WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. MAY BE TRIGGERING.

For three days Rico and I barely spoke. He was in and out of the house all day and all night, just like Remmey used to be. He didn't even sleep in the same bed with me.

For three days.

On the fourth day, I was sitting on the couch watching TV when the door opened and in walked King James, the biggest pimp in North Houston. He supplied all the soldiers and all the politicians. Everyone thought he was untouchable. Even his ladies thought he was above the law.

His main lady walked in behind him.

I grabbed the revolver that Rico kept on the coffee table and pointed it right at his head.

If Rico or Remmey didn't lead the way, I knew they weren't supposed to be in the house.

No one had a key to any of the locks but the three of us.

I cocked the hammer back and almost pulled the trigger.

"Easy baby," Rico walked in grinning behind the woman and motioned for me to put the gun down. I did, and then he pointed to the back room. In a hasher tone, he spoke to King James. "Take the bitch in the back." Then Rico winked at me and started grinning again, following them down the hall.

I looked back at the door that Rico had left wide open, and Remmey was standing there with the biggest German Shepherd I had ever seen.

Remmey just stared at me for a minute, and then he spoke softly to me. The sound of his kind voice hurt my soul.

He didn't want me, and Rico didn't want me, either.

"Jazzy Baby, go to Claire's."

I just looked at him.

"Now."

At the change in Remmey's tone, the dog looked over at me and started barking like crazy. I was too afraid to move.

"Go to Claire's and don't come back tonight." He was still speaking softly, but I could hear him loud and clear over the dog. "You don't need to be here." Our eyes locked. "Rico shouldn't have brought this here."

Then he yanked the dog roughly back by the chain and walked it to the back room, where I assumed Rico was.

As soon as he disappeared from sight, I heard Rico bark, "Bend that bitch over or you get some, too."

"Aw man! Nawl man!" King James was begging like I had never heard a man beg before. The dog sounded like it had lost its mind and King James' lady started crying and screaming.

Rico yelled, "Hold the bitch!"

Then I heard one of them slap her and I left.

I didn't even tell Claire why I was staying at their house and she never asked.

When I came home the next morning, Rico was sitting on the love seat waiting for me.

The whole house smelled like bleach.

"Come here, baby girl," he held his arms out to me. "We need to talk."

I hesitated, looked back out at the two guards posted up by the street, and then sighed and locked the door behind me.

I knew this was coming sooner or later.