Chapter 16: Tough times

Chapter 16: Tough times

Brandy and The boy sat on the bed. Brandy began, "Please forgive me...I'm begging you. I can explain..I tried to talk to Coco to.."

"Shut up or, I'll blow your brains." Mrs. Kaave said trying to keep her voice low.

"Search yourselves, then enter the bathroom, both of you."

Brandy ran her fingers all over her body and dropped her two phones on the bed, rising her hands above her head. Chief Kaave's boy did the same. They both walked to the bathroom, Mrs. Kaave closely behind both, her aim steady. They got into the bathroom.

"Enter inside the jacuzzi." Mrs. Kaave's voice was dead serious.

Brandy's eyes opened wide. The jacuzzi was filled with water! She cried out, "Please ma'am, don't do this to me. Give me a second chance, I'll leave Dirty South and never come back."

Mrs. Kaave used her right foot and kicked  Brandy inside the jacuzzi. Chief Kaave's boy willingly entered. Mrs. Kaave watched both struggle inside the water, until, it seemed they had given up. Both bodies were floating inside the jacuzzi. Mrs. Kaave turned and left the bathroom.

"The police got a call from Mr. B that night, before his house caught fire. He mentioned your name repeatedly, until he could no more." Detective Flynn tried to explain to Coco Kaave in his office. "Where exactly were you on Saturday night?"

Coco adjusted and removed her Balenciaga coat. "Golden Girl's club." Coco added, "Mr. Detective, did you check the CCTV footage of the club and Mr. B's building?

"Yes we did." Replied Detective Flynn.

"And? I'm sure I was nowhere close to Mr. B's building or neighborhood Saturday night. Or, did the CCT footage say otherwise?" Coco further questioned.

"No. But.." Detective Flynn began.

"But what? So you're saying you have no concrete evidence against my client whatsoever relatable to the tragedy that befell Mr. B, except, that he allegedly phoned the police that night mentioning my client's name?" Attorney Chris aggressively cut off Detective Flynn.

"We've taken your client's statement. We will get back to you guys. But please note that your client cannot leave the country now, until investigations are completed." Detective Flynn said as he looked Coco Kaave in the eyes.

He knew she was lying. He knew she was guilty. The FBI had given him a run down of her history first hand.

And he was determined to put an end to the evil she, her father and their kin spread in Dirty South. Coco stared right back into his eyes, she wondered who the hell he was.

She knew he wasn't playing. She knew, he knew the truth. She knew he was a hard one. A true one. She knew he wouldn't get off her dick anytime soon. And at the very moment, she swore to end him as well.

Detective Flynn pushed papers across the table towards Coco and Attorney Chris. "Sign them."

Coco and Attorney Chris carefully went through the papers before signing.

The head of security in Chief Kaave's mansion knocked firmly on the front door of Mrs. Kaave's bedroom. Why was both Brandy and one of the boys surprisingly spending a long time in the woman's bedroom?

Mrs. Kaave positioned behind the door, waiting for the next person to step in, she readied the gun in her hands.

The head security, opened the door, but he didn't step in. He rather called out Brandy, "Miss Brandy? Everything okay in there?"

His eyes spotted the phones on the bed as he carefully peeped through. He tried to pay attention to every detail in the bedroom and noise coming from the bathroom. The tap was running!

The image of Mrs. Kaave having a threesome with Brandy and the boy clouded his mind..his mind was painting images. He finally gathered courage and stepped into the bedroom.

The moment he turned to close the door behind him, he met Mrs. Kaave standing in front of him, pointing a gun to his head.

Mrs. Kaave used her left hand and locked the door. "You? Perfect!"

The head security looked around in search of Brandy and the boy. He suddenly remembered the running tap and ran to the bathroom. Mrs. Kaave screamed after him. "Stop right there or I'll shoot! This is no toy gun. It's a fucking micro uzi!"

The head security ignored Mrs. Kaave's warnings and barged inside the bathroom. He was embarrassed. How dirty minded he was, to think… He quickly pulled both out of the jacuzzi trying to render first aid treatment.

Mrs. Kaave entered the bathroom and thundered. "I see you have chosen your destiny today, to die by my hand." The bitterness in her tone was deadly. "So be it." Mrs. Kaave pulled the triggers. There was no sound. Nothing came out. There were no bullets in the gun. Mrs. Kaave kept pulling the trigger again, and again, and again, in anger and frustration.

Mrs. Kaave tried to run but the head security was faster. He held her down and spoke.

"What? Who do you think you are, Angelina Jolie? You think you're smart?  That we'd lock you in a room without proper search, we'd leave a micro uzi fully loaded in your wardrobe?"

The head security was furious. "The only mistake we did was not letting the others know the gun was bullet empty. And maybe we would have chained you to a seat. Pray that nothing happens to those two, you'd be sorry."

The head security dragged Mrs. Kaave out of the bedroom raising alarm. While the other bodyguards rushed to attend to Brandy and one of their own. The head security chained Mrs. Kaave to a seat in the living room.