Thad’s mind was in a cross-cutting jumble as he drove towards his office. His thoughts were divided three ways. First,there was the kidnapper: whoever he was, where could he possibly be keeping Jonathan—if really he had him—where in the city could they be right now? Then there was Jonathan: who could possibly be aiding him and for whatever reason. To spite his mother perhaps . . . and for money. That can’t be left out of the equation; it all comes down to money in the end. Last was Constance; what a fucking hot number she is. He could still feel the pressure of her body when she had hugged him. The sweet smell of her hair . . . he could just picture her naked right now. Gone was the uppity bitch he’d earlier presumed she was; nothing comparable to her sister too. He couldn’t disavow himself from starting to want her in the worse way.
There was a black SUV wit
The doorbell went off again with its irritating ringtone before he got to the door. Thad unlocked and opened it to see a woman standing there smiling at him. Thad at first couldn’t place her, then it took him two seconds to recall her face and where he’d met her—the white woman he’d met in Pimp Zee’s SUV. Myra, he remembered her name was.“Good evening,” she said. “Pimp Zee dropped me off. He told me you might want company.”“I thought I told him I didn't want any,” he looked past her shoulder as if expecting to find his friend lurking somewhere behind; she was alone with herself.“He told me you would,” she said, then added, “I too could use some company.” She gave him a coquettish eye that seemed to say more than her words.Thad scratched an itch in the back of his head and sheepishly thought, Damn you, Zeke. &n
Twilight was upon the city.Thaddeus gripped the Coupe DeVille’s wheel hard as he struggled to steel his mind from the eerie erotic sensation his body was giving him. His crotch simply wouldn’t lie down and be quiet inside his pants, not since he left his pad. Every time he changed gear and floored his engine, he felt his cock nudge perceptibly against his pants as if he had a fussy lizard stuck in his crotch. He tried putting his mind on the job at hand, working up a storm to think up anything to help kill the weird urges building in the cavern of his mind and especially down in his pants. Much of it was because of the pussy he’d enjoyed that was waiting for him at his place. But one pressing image was responsible for the sensation and he knew who it was.Constance Loftus.He pictured her right now standing at her window, whether in her bedroom or down in the living room, gazing at her
The drive to Southbound Pier was a long one, far longer than the forty minutes he had bargained for. Neither of them spoke much along the way—they were too wired for that. Every now and then Thad glanced at her as if to reassure her everything would be just fine. She merely acknowledged his glance with a weak smile. They drove further into the night like a dream.The city outlook grew dark and foreboding as they drove closer to Southbound Pier. It was a seedy part of the city known to house society’s dregs. Decades ago it had been a thriving port, but hurtful budgetary cutbacks and union strikes had forced the majority of the businesses in the area to close up and move elsewhere. The area housed row after row of empty warehouses and decrepit cinderblock structures, much of which have become abodes to homeless derelicts and whatever else that inhabited the nightmarish streets. Brooding eyes followed them
The gunshot report was deafening and Constance heard it loud and clear from inside the vehicle. The sound of the gunshot made her jump in her seat and she gasped at the door handle as fright gripped her like a thick shroud. In her mind’s eye, she pictured Thaddeus collapsing in pain and that doubled her fear automatically. Constance was in a near-panicky state as she fumbled for the door’s handle with a shaky pair of hands, unable to hold back the tears that sprouted in her eyes. The darkness seemed to fight against her as she managed to pop the lock tab then shoved the door open but then cried out as she was suddenly pulled back by what felt to her like a pair of hands forcing her back to her seat. Her hand searched for find the button of the interior light and when it came on, she gasped when she realised she was held back by her safety belt. She unclasped her belt and nearly stumbled out the vehicle just to be free. &n
Constance cried out and jumped to the side when she felt a creature scamper past her feet and she hugged the wall moaning with fright against whatever else was in the passageway with her. She could barely make out anything out of the impenetrable gloom. But still she kept on, keeping one hand against the wall as she made her way up the stairs to the room Thaddeus and the kidnapper had earlier occupied. She saw the torch lying on the floor and picked it up and was surprised to find the money bag not far from her but no sign of Thaddeus anywhere. She unzipped the bag and saw the pile of money inside and was confused by whatever might have happened in here.She heard footsteps coming from beyond the door and got up and went and stood behind the door and switched off her torch. The footsteps got closer and so too a touch light that lit up the room as the person’s feet stopped at the doorway not venturing further inside. Cons
They were back in comforting lights and surroundings that were the city. Constance had dozed off a little and when she awoke to view the lights all she thought was how happy with relief she felt at seeing them compared to the gloom they had left behind. She propped herself upright in her seat and shielded her mouth to stifle a yawn. Thad drove serenely; all he thought about was the sleep he was bound to enjoy once he got home after dropping off Constance.“Is it all right if I crash at your place tonight?” she asked.Thad turned to look at her and for a moment couldn’t think of what to say about her request. “You think you won’t mind crashing at a low-income, bachelor pad like mine?”“Is that your way of saying no?”“Well, not really . . . All right then sure, why not? You’re more than welcome. Oh shit!” he exclaimed and smacked the
Constance couldn’t sleep a wink.She kept turning from one end of the pillow to the other and clutching the covers to her chin, sometimes moaning while she did. The dream she had was vivid and held her in a suffocating chokehold. They were back at the upper room in the abandoned warehouse, this time they saw the kidnapper pressing a gun to her frightened son’s head. Neither Thad nor she could do anything to stop what was coming as the kidnapper having somewhat prior knowledge that they had come up short regarding the money short and now suggested to her to choose who gets the bullet first—her son or Thad.Before she could make a choice, his gun went off. There was the sound of her screaming before everything went suddenly dark.Constance shot up instantaneously from the bed, screaming.She caught herself and ceased her crying when she realised she was awake. Her hand fumbled shakily for the bed
Thaddeus was at the precipice of falling into deep sleep when he felt someone kissing his lips. He mistook it at first that he caught up in a dream like the previous memorable one he had last time and paid it no mind, except the kissing feat persisted. His eyes came groggily awake in the dark and there was Constance leaning over him, smothering him with kisses. Thad’s senses came alive and he quickly responded to her passion, least it ended so fast. He flung the covers off to better manoeuvre her to get on top of him. Their lips smacked against each other with fervour. Thaddeus rummaged his hands all over Constance, feeling over her torso, down to her thighs and hips and then went to grabbing her butt as if visually painting a portrait of her body in the dark. Constance rubbed her butt against his crotch, dry-humping him while caressing his face with both hands while keeping on with their passionate kissing.