Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
PRECIOUS TIME
“Okay. System override is only for ten minutes.” Mozzi spoke up from the back seat, the illumination from his laptop flashing across his face.
“I only need five.” Kong slipped the second glove of his set onto his hand and grabbed the handle to push his door open.
Moose passed Mozzi the blunt and hopped out with Kong to cover him.
Mozzi pushed his laptop aside, took a pull from the blunt, and climbed into the driver’s seat.
When Kong and Moose reached the front door, Kong grabbed the cold steel handle and pulled it right open.
Grabbing the Glock from behind his back, Moose nodded, and his brother let himself inside.
The front desk was empty, and so was the waiting area.
The only light was the fluorescents flickering above him as the door quietly shut behind him.
Kong paused, head shifting left to right as he listened.
Moans. Soft, sexual. Echoing in the distance through the hollow halls.
He remembered where the office was. Slow, measured steps carried him in that direction, and he paused at the cracked door to Dr. Vine’s office.
Pants down, he was balls deep in the receptionist on top of his desk.
He pushed into her with force, hands gripping the desk for support as her pussy leaked on his dick.
Papers slipped and fell all over the floor, and Dr. Vine’s face twisted in pleasure when she came for him.
“Fuck!” He grunted, pausing to savor the feel of her walls around his dick.
Click! The cold barrel of Kong’s pistol now rested at his temple.
“Go ’head. Let that shit off. Might be the last time,” he warned, malice drenching his words.
The good doctor’s dick went limp almost immediately. Beneath him, Anitra gasped and popped up on both elbows. Eyes wide as two saucers, she trembled.
“The fuck!” Dr. Vines pulled at his pants, and his receptionist, Anitra, slipped off the desk.
She hit the floor and immediately scrambled to a corner away from Kong waving his gun.
“You got four minutes to tell me everything you know about Mira Jones and Justin Stokes. No stuttering, no lies, all facts. Now!” Kong never moved the gun from his temple.
“Alright!” Dr. Vines side eyed him.
From across the room, Anitra rocked with her hands against her mouth. Her life flashed before her eyes in a matter of seconds.
“I’ve known Mira since I was a kid. My mama used to be one of her girls.
She was a friend. Somebody Mira took under her wing.
When she died, Mira pretty much took care of me.
She paid for school, gave me an apartment to live in.
Anything I ever needed, she handled. She’s kind of like family,” Dr. Vines admitted.
“You ain’t telling me shit! Play dumb if you want to. I’ll start shooting you from the bottom up. Starting with your big fucking toe!”
“What else you want to know?” Dr. Vines queried.
Kong tittered, eyes bouncing around crazily before taking his gun and swinging it across the good doctor’s face. Blood spewed from his nose, and he doubled over, hands against his now throbbing face. Anitra released a muffled scream from the corner, and Kong aimed the gun in her direction.
“Make another sound, and I leave your brains on the fucking wall right now!” he barked at her.
Dr. Vines grilled him over his hands, steepled against his nose and mouth.
“I want to know what happened with Ayla Jacobs. Run that shit!”
Lowering himself into a chair, he grabbed a Kleenex from his desk and brought it against his nose to apply pressure.
“All I know is Mira needed it to look like she was dead. I didn’t ask any questions. She needed a body and a report, so I made it happen.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know.” Dr. Vines shook his head.
Kong aimed his gun at his leg and fired a shot.
“Agh! Fuck!”
“Wrong fucking answer.”
“I don’t know. She hasn’t been in touch since she left the city. The last number she called me from is in my phone.”
Searching his desk, Kong located the iPhone and brought it to the doctor’s mangled face so he could unlock it. Once he was inside, he scrolled until he came across a number that wasn’t saved.
“This one?” he asked, holding the phone up to him.
Squinting through his blurred vision, Dr. Vines bobbed his head. Memorizing the number, Kong tossed the phone back onto the desk. He didn’t bother looking at him before squeezing the trigger and sending a bullet through his head.
“Who is Justin to you?” Kong stepped toward Anitra.
Still in shock, Anitra’s entire body shook like she was bathing in ice. Eyes glistening with tears, lip quivering, she peered up at Kong with regretful eyes.
“He’s my ex. I swear. I don’t fuck with him no more.”
“Why was he here to see you when I came that day?”
“Because he knew Mira had a connection to my boss, and he doesn’t like Paul—” She whimpered. “He thought I was fucking him.”
Kong glanced at the deceased doctor over his shoulder, then turned back to Anitra.
“Homie’s instincts seemed to be right. Where can I find him?”
“I don’t know.” Her voice quaked, and she diverted her eyes away from him.
Kong brought the gun to the top of her dome and let it rest there.
“One more try,” he encouraged.
“Over in Kayhill. Those apartments on Adams Street. He lives in apartment 2D.”
“Now, what do you think I should do with you? Hmm? Let you live so you can run around telling everybody what you saw here and what you know?” he suggested, a wicked smile curving his lips.
“I won’t say anything. I pro—”
Pow! Kong couldn’t take any further risks. Anitra’s brain matter splattered against the wall behind her. Leaving her with her mouth and eyes left wide open, Kong turned to go.
“Moose, what are you doing here?” Inari wrapped her robe up and tied it.
It stopped right above her thick ass thighs.
Moose licked his lips after stealing a peek before his dark eyes drifted to her face.
When she peered past him, she saw that he wasn’t alone.
Mozzi was on the phone, pacing in her driveway, and Kong leaned against his truck, blowing a fat blunt into the wind.
“What’s going on?” she asked, pulse suddenly racing.
“She’s alive, Nari.”
Time froze. She barely blinked. Part of her wondered if she’d even heard him right when she suddenly grew dizzy.
Her hand slipped against the door frame, and Inari felt herself drift toward the ground.
Luckily, Moose was there to catch her before she hit the porch.
He carried her over to the chairs and small table she had set up for when she wanted her porch time and lowered himself into one with her on his lap.
Inari didn’t fight him or budge as she caught her breath.
“Hey, you good?” he asked, reaching up to touch her cheek.
“You said…” Inari rested her hands against his chest. “She’s alive?” she whispered, voice shaky.
A small smile claimed Moose’s lips, and he nodded. Disbelief filled her misty eyes, and she brought one of her hands against her mouth.
“How? How do you know?”
“Some information came together. We got confirmation. Now, we’re tracking Mira. Mozzi put Clue on it. We’re waiting for her location now.”
“Oh, my God!” She threw her arms around him and held him tight.
Part of her prayed and hoped but never wanted to believe it.
There were too many things pointing to the opposite.
Her sister was dead and gone, and she would never see her again.
Now, she had reassurance that what her heart had been telling her all along was the truth.
Inari grabbed Moose’s face and kissed him.
Long, slow, and very deliberate. His arms rested around her back, holding her close as their tongues danced.
Inari finally pushed herself off him and searched his warm orbs.
Her hand now rested over his heart, which was running a marathon in his chest from her touch.
Holding her lips together, she moved off his lap and stood.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
“You did it because it felt right,” Moose told her, slowly bringing himself to his feet.
Kong and Mozzi started up the steps, meeting them on the porch where Inari rested a hand against the banister and caught her breath.
“I got the drop on a building about an hour outside of here. Used to be an old plant for Ford. Bought and renovated about two years ago through Donahue Real Estate,” Mozzi revealed.
“I’m going to get dressed.” Inari pushed past them to the door.
Moose extended his arm and grabbed her wrist before she could get far.
“No.”
“What do you mean no?” Inari yanked away from him. “This is my sister—”
“And this is dangerous. We don’t know what we walking into,” Moose adamantly voiced. “I’m not letting you walk in there and have something happen to you. Dane already lost one parent. He can’t lose you. I can’t either.”
Something flickered behind Inari’s eyes, and she stopped. Although still angry, she grasped where Moose was coming from, and he wasn’t wrong. She hated it, too. It was easier hating him. Forgiving him meant allowing him back in, and she wasn’t quite sure she could trust that.
Sighing, he stroked his beard and shook his head.
“You can feel however you want to feel, mama. You’re not going. I promise we’ll bring her back to you, but I can’t have you in the mix and be worried about what happens to you too.”
Kong and Mozzi both paused and waited. The brothers were used to Inari popping her neck and going off.
If she wasn’t being extra and talking shit, then you should be worried.
Whenever Moose was around, it was inevitable, so they were holding their breath.
When she took a breather instead and soaked in all their faces, Mozzi’s brows lifted.
“Bruh, check her pulse. Make sure she ain’t stroking out.” He nudged Kong playfully.
“You’re right,” she finally agreed, surprising them all. “Make sure that bitch pays. With her fucking life. She don’t get to walk away from this.”