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“Stupid boy you should have realized she was with the agency.” Tracy Van Bastian mopped blood off her son’s forehead, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he groaned. She knew he was probably coming down off his high and would be due for another fix. “If you listened to me when I told you there were snipers out back and not to lead that trollop into the back room, I wouldn’t be trying to dig a bullet out of your skull.” She grunted and let him flop down on the filthy floor. She dug around in her purse looking for her cell phone, she wasn’t going to be able to handle this alone, and performing surgery in a rest stop bathroom wasn’t going to work either. The smell of urine and s**t was making her sick to her stomach and she walked outside and inhaled the air. Exhaust and gasoline assaulted her senses and she turned and threw up in a pile of garbage beside the door. She looked around and noticed a few truckers filling up and clogging their arteries at the restaurant across the wide expanse of asphalt. The men she managed to pay off were incognito and were told to shoot to kill but they failed. They worked for her now but they weren’t very helpful in providing information about the agency, it was by sheer dumb luck that she was able to obtain the information she did about tonight.

            She wanted to kill that stupid b***h that walked into her bar, she recognized the scent of bullshit that clung to Lena Caine and pretending to be nice to her was even harder than trying not to blow her brains out right then and there. Then that a*****e Taylor had come into her bar screaming and raving like a mad man, luckily her men were able to detain him long enough for Bobby to do his thing. She reached into her pocket and lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke towards the grimy window to the bathroom. Who knew her son would be stupid and shoot up before he finished the job, and to also drink that s**t’s rum and coke. Tracy kicked the cinderblock walls and then cursed as pain raced through her foot. She flipped open her phone and punched 3 for her speed dial. She waited several rings and started cursing under her breath, and then a sleepy voice answered.

            “Nuh ‘ello?”

            “Get your a*s over to the house ASAP Bronson, Bobby’s been shot and he’s banged up pretty bad. I don’t want any questions and he needs blood.” There was silence on the other end. “Bronson did you hear me?”

            “Yup, I’ll be there, where are you now?” the soft southern drawl was starting to become clearer as the man on the other end of the phone became oriented.

            “We’re at a rest stop just 10 miles from Last Chance, You go to the house but I need Peters and Smith to come pick us up. My boy isn’t doing too good.” Her voice cracked at the thought of losing another child.

            “What ‘appened Momma?”

            “Gerald Taylor and Lena Caine is what happened. Just do what I say and I’ll tell you the rest after you fix Bobby.” She hit the end button and pressed 17 and the phone started ringing again.

            “Momma, what’s wrong? It’s almost five in the morning where are you? I heard on the news about the bust at the bar are you ok?” Tracy’s heart melted as she heard the concern in Molly’s voice, she wasn’t Tracy’s daughter but when Tracy found her on the streets turning tricks, and knew that Molly needed to be part of the family. Molly also had some other talents that came in handy as well.

            “Bobby’s hurt pretty badly but listen I’ll explain later, I hate to bother you because I know you’re trying to stay on the straight and narrow but I need you and Malcolm to do something for me.”

            “Anything momma you took me in and you have been nothing but nice to Malcolm and I.” Molly’s voice was choked with emotion and that made momma’s heart lurch. She really didn’t want to drag Molly back into a life of crime. The girl was married and had a little boy to think of and going to college for nursing.

            “Momma? Are you there?”

            “Yes baby sorry I was just thinking. I shouldn’t have called”

            “Momma you need me and I will do what you need me to do. You know I won’t get caught.”

            “Ok baby let’s just say it’s a code 45”

            “Ok I’ll get on it right away we need to make sure that the place isn’t being watched.”

            “It’s not I took care of that.”

            “Are you calling in Vincent?” there was fear in Molly’s voice and momma didn’t blame her. Vincent was lethal, but he looked as dangerous as a cocker spaniel puppy.

            “Yes, I’m calling in Vincent but you don’t need to worry about that. Goodnight baby, I love you and give little Chris my love.” She hung up and took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door to check on Bobby, his breathing was shallow and his skin looked waxy. She closed the door and stared up at the sky, which was starting to show the first signs of dawn. She really didn’t want to call Vincent, but he was the only one who knew Taylor as well as the agency. There was the sound of brakes squealing and she turned towards the sound and was relieved to see Peter and Smith pull up. She gestured towards the bathroom and then headed towards the car. She lay down on the back seat of the Suburban and closed her eyes, Vincent needed to be called but she needed sleep.

            Molly could hear the stress in Momma’s voice and didn’t like it one bit, she eased herself out of bed and looked over at the sleeping man beside her. He was 6’3” but life as a detective made him a bit saggy around the midsection. She kissed his head and felt the wool like texture of his hair. He opened his eyes and smiled at her and then pulled Molly into his arms and she snuggled against the man.              

            “You’re tense baby what’s wrong?” his voice was as comforting as hot chocolate and she examined the scars on his creamy brown skin.

            “We’re needed, Bobby has been shot and Momma is calling in Vincent.” She started to cry and he held her tighter.

            “It’s ok we’ll get through this, we need to do a clean up don’t we?” he tried to be a good cop when he walked the beat, but the Van Bastian’s were able to buy his loyalty along with the chief’s loyalty in the department. Money talks in a career where you’re over worked and underpaid. He made detective just last year and he was the first black man on the force to be a detective.

            “Yes we need to do damage control and we need to do it now.” She got off the bed and he watched her head out of the bedroom. Molly wasn’t as skinny as she was when she was hooking, but he liked her fullness and the dimples that were appearing in places where she was once smooth and lean. Motherhood and a life of luxury have taken its toll on her but she was his life and if it weren’t for Momma he wouldn’t have found her.

            “I’ll call the chief and see what I can find out about surveillance on Last Chance and who is working the case.” She didn’t hear him she was already heading towards the baby’s room. Molly looked around the hallway and sighed, the padded carpet felt great on her bare feet and the family portraits that hung on the coffee colored walls made the place feel like it was truly was hers and it will always be home. As she padded into the baby’s room she knew that one day she may have to leave her cozy home and start all over as a new person and poor little Christopher will be the one to suffer for it. She looked at her sleeping son and caressed the brown curls that tumbled all over his head. He turned and made a snorting noise in his sleep. She looked around his room and smiled, there were stuffed animals all over and a little chemistry set. He was only 4 years old but he will always be the baby, he had a passion for science and animals. She started to cry and thought back to last week when he came in with an injured squirrel and stuck his lower lip out.

            “Mommy, I need band aid and a box.” He cradled the squirrel next to him and she had to pry it out of his hands. He started crying and then sniffed, “Why mommy? Squirrel is hurt I need to fix him. Like mommy fix me.” She handed Malcolm the squirrel and he took it back outside smiling at the boy.   

            She bent to kiss his head and sat him down to explain that he can’t go around picking up wild animals. One day he was going to get hurt, instead of crying her son wiped his eyes and nodded. Then went upstairs to play with his guinea pig, the boy wanted a dog and she was going to get him one for his birthday, but Malcolm wouldn’t budge on the issue, he said the house had enough animals.

            Molly shook her head and smiled, and then kissed her son and he stirred in his sleep and made another snorting noise. She closed the door to his room and then went back to the bedroom, their happy home life may end up going topsy-turvy once again and her son can never know about his mommy doing horrible things. He knew that Malcolm wasn’t his daddy; she didn’t have the heart to tell him that his daddy was actually a fifty-dollar hand job that ended up with him raping her in an alleyway behind the bar where she picked him up. She told Christopher that daddy was in heaven and Malcolm was his new daddy. She shivered as she sat on the bed; if Vincent was being called in then things were going from bad to worse.

            She moaned as he bent her over the counter and caressed her breasts and then pressed her further down onto the marble counter, she raised her a*s and moaned again. He smiled and kissed her lower back and reached further down to stroke her wet nub, she sighed and started reaching for his c**k but he pinned her arms and she cried in protest.

            “Now I didn’t say you could touch, don’t be a bad little submissive or I will have to punish you.” He smacked her a*s hard and she cried out, he was getting bored with her, she was hot and she was ready for him but she didn’t fight at all. It would have been more fun if he could tie her up and gag her then torture her until she screamed. His c**k stiffened at thought and he laughed. She turned around to look at him her face red and blotchy from the alcohol and ecstasy she had taken.             

            “Master take me, take me now I can’t wait anymore.” She grabbed him and tried forcing him down on her. He pulled back and slapped her hard across the face and she went sprawling on the floor. Her naked a*s resting on the tile and her snatch exposed to the chilled air. She started to cry and stared at him with vacant eyes.  He stood over her and then kicked her in the side, she screamed in pain and he grew harder. He smacked her across the face again and he felt her nose break under his fist. She was screaming now and scrambling for the door. He grabbed her and threw her down on the counter once more. She wasn’t pleading for him to f**k her anymore, he could smell fear on her and he licked the blood off her face. She tried pulling away and he held her there.

            “No please no, I didn’t agree to this, oh god what are you doing?” she was becoming hysterical; he hated it when they became hysterical because then they never shut up. He clamped a hand over her mouth and stared in her eyes; she stopped struggling and stared at him wide eyed. His foot became wet and he looked down to see she had pissed herself. He punched her this time and her head went snapping backwards and she cried out once more.

            “B***h, how dare you piss on my $50,000.00 floor! You’re going to pay now.” He forced her legs open and thrust himself inside her, she screamed against his hand as he became more fevered in his thrusts, he bent down to her breast and bit down hard as he came inside her, she screamed in pain, and he thrust into her one last time. He looked at her and rolled his eyes in disgust then threw her down on the floor. He walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a cigarette.

            “Go clean up and get the f**k out of my sight.” She was crying and holding her bitten breast. He flung the cigarette at her and she flinched. His phone rang and he picked it up staring at the woman on his floor.

            “Hello?” she was trying to get up and stand and he was amused watching her struggle with her footing.

            “Vincent? This is Tracy Van Bastian, is this a bad time? She was trying to reach for the knife on the counter and he started laughing at her. Maybe he’ll get lucky and she’ll try to kill herself and then he can get off on that. “Nope what can I do for you momma? You never call me unless s**t has hit the fan.”       

            “It has, you’re needed I don’t want to tell you over the phone.” She sounded like she had been drinking and crying. Nothing new for the old sow, but the pay was well and she never questioned him.

            “Sure thing I’ll head out as soon as I am done here.” Then he hung up and stared at the girl who was now standing and staring at her reflection in the marble.

            “You son of a b***h! Look what you did to me!” she picked up the knife and staggered toward him, he reached into the drawer and pulled out a gun, he smiled at her shock then shot her twice, once in the throat and once in the head, she lay on the floor drowning in her own blood. He walked over and looked down at her then started laughing again as she finally died.

            “Stupid b***h, such a shame you could have been fun if you just listened and did what you were supposed to do.” He started stroking his c**k again and then released himself all over her dead body. He went into the bathroom and showered then packed his bag, he walked back to the kitchen and looked at the dead body and shook his head.            

            “I hate when they leave a mess.” he shrugged and locked up the house, let the maid handle it she was paid well to keep her mouth shut and this wouldn’t be the first time she would have to clean up after him. He checked his mental to do list and got into his jaguar and headed towards the interstate that would take him to Baltimore. He wondered who would be the one momma wanted taken care of this time.

            Tracy snapped the phone shut and looked in on the doctor removing the bullet from her son’s skull. The room was as sterile as any hospital emergency room. She nodded at the nurse assisting the doctor and she looked as grim as the doctor. This could not be good if they have the same look on their face. She shrugged; they were medical professionals of course they always looked like that. She left the sick wing and headed towards the atrium, sitting among the flowers and trees always relaxed her. She sighed as she sunk down into one of the metal lounge chairs, unfortunately her hole in the wall bar would have to be burned to the ground and she would have to start anew elsewhere. Baltimore and the whole state of Maryland was becoming a hotspot for local and federal authorities, not to mention the agency on her like a pack of dogs on a bone. She wrapped a Chanel throw around her shoulders and stared at the stars through the glass ceiling. Maybe she’ll head to Florida and take a little hiatus, besides business can always be picked up down there she had a great relationship with the Cubans and the Mexican drug lords. She didn’t want to deal with the agency or the two that nearly ended her son’s life. He had to pull through this and maybe just maybe she could hope that he will change his life around and come clean. Make something of himself because she will not be around forever and someone has to take over, but that someone has to have a clear head on their shoulders. She let the billowy relaxation of the Xanax calm her frazzled nerves. She reached for a remote that was by her lounger and turned off the artificial wilderness sounds and cranked up House of the Rising Sun. This song always brought back fond memories and helped her relax. She closed her eyes and drifted off to oblivion. Yes let Vincent handle things he will know what to do when he gets here.

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[Marie]

YAY, Vincent..oh wait, he's a bad bad boy. LOL.