Novels by Author TM Pigatt

I walk into the precinct and make a beeline for the Captain’s office. I open the door without knocking and stick my head in. “You got a minute, Capt.?”“I might as well, since you don’t know how to act.”I enter the office and take a seat. “I need a favor.”“What’s that, Clark?”“I need a warrant for a C.I. to wear a wire.”“Excuse me.”“I found out why Josh McCall was murdered.”“You want to fill me in.”“He was supplying Dr. Ward with drugs for sale.”“You’re trying to tell me a first-class doctor would risk his career to become a drug dealer? Do you know where the drugs are going?”“No, but I believe I can find out if you allow me to get the warrant.”“And what am I supposed to use as probable cause?”“Two witnesses.”“Who?”“I would rather not say until we have this wrapped, but they are willing to testify.”“And this will wrap up the death case of Josh McCall and take a drug dealer’s supply off the street. Am I right?”“Yes.”“I can’t promise anything, but let me see what I can d

“Sir I think we have a problem.”“What’s the problem, Cece?”“I believe we have a car following us.”Tanya and I turn around in our seats to look out the rear window. Behind us is a dark blue car. “Oh my God, that’s the car that hit B.J. and me.”“Are you sure?”“I am more than sure. It looks like the same guy that’s driving.”“Did you guys hear that?” I ask Cece and Chris.“Roger that sir,” Chris answers back. Then I feel the car take a sharp left and then a sharp right. Tanya and I watch as the car follow us. Then before we knew it, we were behind the car that was following us. “Stay in the car.” Chris and Cece yell as they jump out with their guns drawn on the man driving the dark blue car.Tanya and I watch from the inside of our car as they move in. Chris pulls the guy out of the car and slams him up against it. Chris pulls handcuffs from behind his back while Cece calls the cops. Tanya and I stay in the car until the cops appear.Once they arrive, we step out of the car and walk

My burner phone rings, and I pick it up right away. “Hello.”“What the hell were you thinking?”“What do you mean?”“I mean, what were you thinking when you gave that fool a hotshot?”“I thought you told me to take care of things.”“Did you stop and think before you acted?”“Of course, I did.”“Then that means you are a dumbass because you fucked things up more than fixed them. See, here’s the problem: you brought the cops around even more. Second, who the hell is going to help us get our product? Those are two major problems.”“What did you expect me to do?”“I don’t know. Maybe lean on Josh.”“Threatening him didn’t work anymore.”“So instead of telling me this, you kill him, which brings more heat on us and fucks up my operation.”“The cops won’t find anything.”“And what about those two bitches?”“They are staying quiet.”“If that changes, I'd better be the first call. That Tanya bitch I can handle. As for now, you'd better get someone to replace that dude you killed.” The line go

The night approached quickly, and it was time to say goodnight. We all stepped on the elevator together, but Bryce and I got off on the second floor.Bryce walks toward the master suite, and I follow behind him. He stands at the door and looks at me. “You’re coming in here?” Bryce asks me in a shocked voice.“I am your wife. Is there a problem with me sleeping in here with you?”“No. Not at all. I’m just a little shocked, that’s all.”“Well, stop being shocked and open the door to our bedroom.”Bryce wastes no time doing what I ask him. When we entered the room, that’s when I remembered I didn’t have anything in that room. “I’m sorry, I had all your things moved to the guest room. We’ll have them moved back tomorrow.”“That’s fine. I’ll be back.” I walk out of the room and into what has been my room. I open the drawer and pull out a white silk nightgown. I put it on and walk back into the bedroom with Bryce. When I enter, he is already under the covers, so I walk over to the other si

As Katherine goes to the second floor to be with Tanya, I’m left on the first floor with Tanya’s father, Terrance, her brother Tyrone, and Mikey, who arrived after settling Karen down. As soon as his mother is out of sight, Tyrone jumps up out of his seat and into my face. “What the fuck is your problem not telling us that my sister was awake?”I jump out of my seat as well. “I did what I thought was best.”“And who the fuck are you?”“I’m her fucking husband.”“You think that gives you the right to treat us as if we’re not her family? I should beat your ass, white boy.”I step to Tyrone. “I believe we tried that before, and you ended up on your ass.”“If that’s what you think, then let’s step outside.”“Not a problem, but when this white boy whoops your ass again, don’t come crying like no bitch.”“Cut this shit out,” Terrance yells. “Look, Bryce, we have always had a good relationship. We have always been family. It hurt when you treated us as if we were nobodies.”“I understand, Te

A week passes, and the same thing happens day in and day out. I watch as Tanya lies in our son’s bed holding on to his teddy bear. She doesn’t get out of bed unless she needs to use the restroom. She doesn’t even bother to take a shower.I had to send Bree back home with my parents because Tanya wouldn’t respond to her whenever she tried to talk to her. I have no idea what to do.I’m downstairs having a beer with Mikey, trying to relieve some stress. “What are you going to do?” Mikey asks me before taking a sip of his beer.“There’s only one choice to make, and that’s to call Katherine and Terrance.”“You know they are going to kill you, right?”“I know, but I did what I thought was best.”“That may be, but you have to think about it from their side of things. I mean, think about if it was Bree. Imagine Bree was in a coma for a year and wakes up, and her husband doesn’t call you to let you know that she’s awake.”“I get it,” I say one more time before slamming my beer down in anger. “

SamanthaI arrive at work in record time and walk through the office as I normally do, but there was something different this time. As I pass Stella’s desk, I notice she isn’t there. Thinking that she might be in with Charles, I leaned against his door to see if I could hear anything. Yes, I know it’s wrong to eavesdrop, but I don’t care. I didn’t have to press my ear very hard. There was loud laughter that came from the other side. I knock on the door.“Come in,” he saysI open the door, expecting to find Stella there, but instead I find a young, slender woman dressed to kill in designer clothes sitting on the couch with Charles on the other end. Her hand was gently grazing Charles’ arm. I felt a ping of jealousy. I have no right to be jealous, but that doesn’t stop the monster from roaring its ugly head. There must have been a look on my face, one that made Charles realize that I was watching their hands, because Charles removed his hand from hers as if her touch burned him. He st

CharlesSamantha and I take our seats in a booth. A tall, strawberry blonde, curvy woman named Michelle comes by to take our orders. Michelle stands too close, and her eyes linger longer than they need to while taking our order. I see by the look on Samantha’s face that she has noticed as well. Michelle leaves to fill our drink orders. I was about to say something to Samantha when I heard music playing. Samantha begins rifling through her purse. She pulls out her cell phone, and that’s when I realize that the music was coming from her phone. I’m surprised to hear the song “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera playing. Samantha looks at her phone but does not answer it. Instead, she places it on the table, then places her purse back inside the booth next to her. “What?’ She asks. I can tell by the way she talks that my staring is a bother, but Samantha is a wonder to look at. But I would rather not tell her that. “I’m just shocked by your ringtone. I thi

SamanthaAs I was settling in at my desk, I noticed a tall drink of water (as my mother would say) walk in and stop at Stella’s desk. The man looked to be about 6’1’ or maybe 6’2’ with straight short blonde hair and hazel eyes. He has a tailored suit that shows his lean physique. I watch the interaction between him and Stella. “Hello, Mr. Evans. How are you doing today?” Stella asks.The guy learns over Stella’s desk. “Stella, you and I both know that you have known me since I was small so I don’t know why you feel the need to call me by my last name. Please call me Josh for the last time.”“Okay Josh. You can go in, nobodies in there.”Josh walks around Stella’s desk while looking at me. Then stops at my desk. “Well who do we have here?”For some reason, I don’t seem to be able to speak.“You have a name sweetheart?”“Samantha Clarkson.” I say pulling myself together.Josh extends his hand for a handshake. “I am Josh. One of Charles’s oldest friends. Do you mind if I call

Charles Now back in my office, I unbutton my jacket and pull it off to hang it on the back of my chair. I took a seat and let out a breath that I’ve been holding. My mind wanders to the woman who is sitting outside my office door. What am I going to do with this woman? I have hired many attractive PA’s before, but this woman beats them all. I feel an attraction to her that I have never felt before, and that’s not good. Maybe I made a mistake in hiring her. Just then, my mind imagines having her pinned against the wall with her skirt up around her hips while I pound into her repeatedly. The thought causes a tightness in my pants. For the first time, I think my cock may have something to do with my business decision. “Damn it,” I say while slamming my fist on my desk. “Fuck just stay away from her” is what I tell myself. I thought I had this in check when I hired her, but my cock is not in agreement. I’m thankful that she didn’t notice the bulge in my pants w

Samantha“Please stop! Don’t hurt me! I’m sorry!” My eyes fly open. I take a quick scan of my surroundings only to find that I’m in my bedroom. It’s a little unnerving to wake in my bed when I last remember being in the living room. When I sit up, I find that my clothes are clinging to me. The realization hits me that sweat is pouring from my body. My pulse is racing. The light from my bathroom catches my attention. I keep it on for times like this when I wake from a nightmare, not sure where I am. After calming myself down and getting my breathing under control, I climb out of bed. There’s still a part of me that is panicking. My steps are tentative as I leave my room. I peek my head around every corner before entering the next room to make sure that no one is there. Once I see the coast is clear, I make sure the door is secure by pulling on the knob to check the lock.Walking back to my bedroom, I breathe easier knowing that everything is the same as I left it. I sit on my bed near

SamanthaI get home, slip off my shoes, and open a bottle of white wine. I need this after the day I’ve had. I went to four other job interviews after the one at Maxwell Publishing. They were all brutal. Each one had wall-to-wall women who looked like models applying for the jobs. The job market is tough right now, so I have no idea what my chances are of getting a call back. I take a seat on my couch with my glass of wine in hand. I place the glass of wine in my hand on the couch, making sure not to spill as I lie back and close my eyes. Images appear in my head as soon as I close my eyes. Not surprising to me that the images are of the handsome man Charles Maxwell. I can’t help but replay the sound of his voice in my head. His voice is strong and forceful. It sends a chill down my back. I imagine his hands caressing my body. As the thoughts run through my mind, my heart begins to race. My breathing becomes shallow. My eyes fly open, shocked at how my body is