“And the police are probably trailing her ass four cars deep trying to catch this guy.”
“They don’t know where she is, Qua. She’s disappeared, gone underground.”
Quadir leaned back on the sofa. His mind was trying to process all of the information.
“The police can’t find her, but I bet if there’s one person who could find her, it’s you,” Amelia said softly before kissing his cheek, then jumping into the swimming pool for a couple of laps.
I can’t believe someone hurt her grandmother. That’s some sick shit. Not only was her grandmother attacked, but her cousin, Gary, had also been shot, not to mention the attack on Bria’s boyfriend, and the police said they were all related. They didn’t release the motive and claimed they had no clues as to who the assailant was. Quadir remembered that the reporter also indicated that the family had refused to cooperate with the police, giving them very little information to go on. There was a lot going on, too much going on. I wonder if Gah Git is going to be okay. Quadir knew how much Gena loved her grandmother. Gah Git was all that Gena had for most of her life. Their recent conversation had been a good one at first; he had learned so much about what she felt, about what she went through. She still loved him and that gave him an added comfort despite the fact that they weren’t together.
“Why are you still sitting here? It’s getting dark, you know.” Amelia emerged from the pool. She tied a towel around her narrow waist and ventured toward him. Quadir watched her the entire way.
Amelia’s body was banging. She had the perfect frame, the perfect ass, the perfect size breasts and perfectly sized legs, but her feet were the most beautiful feet Quadir had ever seen in his life. Amelia was toned and firm, the product of a dedicated diet-and-exercise routine. Not to mention she was beautiful, even more so than Gena, and Gena had been his dream. Amelia had the most beautiful face he had ever seen, along with a head full of brains. She was a winner in anybody’s book, a twenty, on a scale of one to ten. And yet, he found himself torn between his feelings for her and his feelings for Gena.
“What’s the matter?” Amelia asked, sliding onto the lounge chair with him.
Quadir shook his head. “You know what’s the matter.”
“Money, police, Gena, crazy rapists on the loose. What else?”
What else is there? he couldn’t help thinking but didn’t say a word.
Amelia rose from the chaise. “My offer still stands, Qua. You can forget about the money. We can take my money, and I’ll move with you wherever you want me to. You can go back to school, you can open a business, you can do whatever the fuck you want to.”
“I just have to love you.”
“That’s all I’ll ever ask. Just love me, baby. I don’t need anything else.”
That’s it, just leave the money, leave everything, and go with Amelia. The offer was tempting, and it wasn’t the first time that Amelia had thrown it out there. But Quadir couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t accept abandoning his fortune, with the thought of Gena having his money for God knows who to spend it. It just didn’t sit right with him. Fair was fair, and while she might have found it, he hadn’t given it to her. She took it. And he was determined to get it back.
Amelia turned to leave him reveling in his money schemes and thoughts of Gena, but Quadir wouldn’t let her get away that easily. He yanked the towel from around her waist and examined her voluptuous curves. The sight of her slim waist, full hips, and perfectly round ass gave him an instant erection. He quickly leaped up from the recliner and clasped her wrist.
“You don’t need nothing else?” Quadir gestured, pulling her close to him so she could feel the bulge in his shorts.
“Well, I do need one more thing, daddy… please,” Amelia said in a sexy, whispering, moaning sort of way as she leaned in to his ear. Amelia shoved Quadir back down onto the lounge chair and yanked his shorts down to his ankles. “Hmm. Somebody is really excited.”
Quadir grabbed his meat and stroked it a few times.
“Gimme that,” she said as she moved her string bikini to the side and climbed on top of him. I bet you ain’t thinking about her now. Quadir wanted to explode as soon as he felt her insides wrap around his dick, pulling at it with each stroke. He leaned back, gripped her ass, spread her cheeks apart, and held on for the ride.
Big Pimpin’
Gena had planned her day very carefully. It took much planning, and a little help from her family, to make things work. She just hoped that Brianna had planted the car in the right spot, and that Bria had handled her part. If they had, then things would go smoothly, or at least that’s what she was praying for.
Gena parked her car and strolled into the mall hoping that whoever her pursuers were, they would see her and wait in the parking lot for her to come out. Her plan depended on it.
Gena rushed through the shopping mall and into the department store where Bria worked. She made her way through the store to the junior miss department, which was her cousin’s department. Gena spied Bria behind the counter helping a customer. She made eye contact, and then stopped and pretended to be browsing through some dresses. Gena tried her damndest, but couldn’t tell one way or the other if she had been followed into the Gallery or not.
Bria finished up with her customer, then grabbed a dress and some shoes that she had held behind the counter. She also grabbed a large straw sun hat, a large handbag, and some sunglasses, and headed for the women’s changing area. Gena continued to browse through the department’s offerings until Bria returned to her counter and gave her a nod. Gena turned and headed for the dressing area.
Inside the dressing area, Gena walked from stall to stall, opening each door until she found the clothing that Bria had left for her. Once she found the right stall, she stepped inside, locked the door, and changed clothes.
The clothing change took less than four minutes. She turned and examined herself in the mirror. She looked completely different. It was perfect. Now, she just needed the last touch. She headed out of the dressing room, through the department store, and out into the mall. Bria had removed all the security tags for her, so she made it safely through the store’s theft detectors.
Inside the mall, Gena headed to her second stop, a large wig and beauty supply store. She knew exactly which wig she was looking for. It was the one with long braids. She was going for the How Stella Got Her Groove Back look.
Gena paid for the wig, walked to the mirror, placed it on her head, and adjusted it until it was just right. Once she was satisfied, she placed her large straw hat on her head and adjusted that too. Next came the sunglasses. Her entire getup was perfect. No one could possibly recognize her. Shit, I can’t even recognize myself.
Gena headed for a mall exit opposite to the entrance that she had come in. She strolled through the parking lot to a designated parking spot. The car was there, just like they planned; Brianna was on her job. A beige Ford Taurus that Brianna had rented just the day before was sitting in the parking space, with the doors unlocked. Gena climbed inside, lifted the floor mat, and found the key. She stuck the key in the ignition and started the car.
“You muthafuckas ain’t the only ones who can pull some 007 shit!” Gena said with a smile. “Shit, fuckin’ dead-ass Quadir following me around, like he’s fucking crazy. We’ll see who’s crazy, though. We’ll see.” She backed the car out of the parking space and headed for her first destination, checking her rearview mirror the entire way. Her plan had worked perfectly; no one had followed her.
Gena’s first stop was the Sovereign Bank on Twentieth and Market streets in downtown Center City. This was where she had gotten the safety deposit box and stashed half a million in jewelry. She waited patiently for about twenty minutes before a representative was able to help her. Finally, she was led in through a doorway to the back of the bank. She was seated in a tiny room where her safety deposit box was waiting for her.