It had been two weeks since my altercation with Zana and her little ghetto friend. I needed to be careful from now on, I guess school didn't teach me to stay out of sight when investigating someone. I knew now, ever since my nose had broken. Dumb bitch.
"Excuse me, Alicia, you have someone here to see you." My assistant Cara said with my door slightly open.
I sighed, I didn't like unexpected visitors. "Who is it Cara?"
"Uh..."
"Well?"
She whispered looking behind her, "Tarzana."
My eyes almost fell out of my face. I stood up, and smooth the wrinkles out of my suit. "I'm busy, tell her that."
"Uh..."
Zana pushed passed Cara, walking into my office. "Bitch you are not busy, take a seat, now."
I did as I was told. I didn't want another broken nose or even worse. I must admit I underestimated Zana. I thought she was a flake, but I see now that she was as thorough and rough as her friend.
"Look Zana..."
Zana held her hand up to stop me from talking. "Shut the hell up Alicia. I need to know who hired your dumb ass."
"I can't give out that information Zana." I began to plead with my eyes, but she wasn't having it. Zana set down in front of my desk and looked me over. She had a flat effect plastered on her face.
"Who hired you?"
"I can't..."
Before I knew it, Zana leaped across the desk, and hemmed me up by my collar. "I'm not going to ask you again!"
"Look Zana, all I can tell you is that the person wanted evidence about you so that they could ruin your life, and your happy little life you're building with Chris." I wanted to cry, I knew this was bad.
"Was it my brother Carson?"
I shook my head no. "I really can't tell you this, please let me go."
Zana pushed me out of grasp, and I fell back into my chair. "What do you have on me?"
"I've given the person a few things on you." I admitted.
Zana walked around my desk and stood directly in front of me. I was afraid, I must admit. She scared the shit out of me. "Tell me."
"Please go."
"Tell me Alicia!" Zana grabbed my ponytail and held a tight grip on it so that my eyes were meeting her evil stare.
"About your past!"
Zana looked confused at first, then afraid. "My past?"
I nodded, and it seemed the hold got tighter. "Let me hair go!"
"Who would want to know about my past?" She asked me, but she knew I wasn't going to tell her. I hadn't been paid yet, so my mouth was sealed shut.
Zana let my hair go, and walked toward the door, pushing Cara out of the way. Cara ran over to me, "Alicia, are you alright? You need me to call the police?" She asked me.
"No, please don't. I'll handle it." I grabbed the phone on my desk and dialed a number, waiting for the person to pick up.
"Uh, we have a problem..." Zana was indeed going to be a problem. And if she was going to be the cause of money not being added to my account, then Zana and I were going to have a huge issue.
Kiara
"Are you ready to do this?" Eric asked me from the passenger side.
I looked at him, gripping the wheel as tight as I could. "I can't do this Eric."
Eric let out a frustrated breath, "I told you just to call her, and tell Sky to meet you at the room, I'll do everything else. Baby I got you."
I looked at the motel, and back at Eric. I had a bad feeling about this. It was almost midnight, and the parking lot of the motel was packed with cars. This motel was always featured on the news for raids of dope being sold their, and prostitution. "I can't do this."
"Fine, be a scary mother fucker, I thought you said you would ride for me!" Eric grabbed the handle of the door, but I grabbed his arm. "I guess I was wrong!"
"Don't be like that, you know I love you, I just have Ella to think about." Zana had me thinking alot about me leaving the situation alone.
Eric pulled his a away fr me a jumped out of the car. He sprinted up the steps and into the room that we had booked for Sky and myself. I waited for a few minutes until I seen Sky pull up getting out of the car with a over night bag.
I started the car up, and headed a few blocks down until I got the call from Eric. My nerves had just got the best of me, and my anxiety was high. After about thirty minutes I dialed Eric, and it went straight to voicemail. I started the car, and headed back to the motel to see if I spotted him.
I parked the car, and heard gun shots. I panicked, I could hear cops in the distance, and knew that he was in trouble. I started the car and seen that Eric was running away from the door that he was just in.
"Hurry the hell up!" I screamed.
Eric jumped in the car. "Drive Kiara!"
I left the scene just in time. I was passing the police cars who were on their way to the motel, and headed for the highway. "What happened?"
"The bitch had a gun, and we ended up wrestling for it. She went and shot her fucking foot!" Eric was irritated.
"What do we do now?" I asked him.
"We need to come up with an alibi, so when the cops do come knocking we'll have our story straight." He said then punched the dashboard. "I needed this bitch to suffer."
"Calm down Eric. It's going to be okay."
As I said that, a cop car pulled up behind us and put on its sirens. "Fuck!" Eric looked in the back and noticed another cop car pull up.
I began to tremble with fear.
Eric must have noticed because he placed his hand on my thigh, "calm down bae, it will be okay."
"I'm scared." I admitted.
A cop knocked on my window, signalling for me to roll the window down. I did what I was instructed to do. "Hello ma'am I need to see your ID please, and the passenger's ID as well."
"Is there something wrong officer?" I asked getting my ID out of my bag, and handing it to him.
"We just had a lady shot at the hotel a couple miles back, and she already gave the name of the perpetrator." The officer leaned in to see Eric looking out the passenger side window.
"I need to see your ID sir."
Eric looked the officer right in the eyes with a mean look on his face, "fuck you!"
The officer drew his gun, "get out of the car!"
A second officer walked to the passenger side, and swung the door open, guns drawn to Eric.
Tears began to fall as I pleaded for Eric to do what the officer said. "Baby please!"
Eric sighed, and placed his hands in the air stepping out of the car. The officer pushed him down on the ground roughly, and hand cuffed Eric's hands behind his back. "It's going to be okay Kiara."
I nodded and still cried. I thought the officer was going to kill him. "I love you!"
"I love you too. Call my lawyer as soon as you can."
I nodded my head.
One of the officers went through Eric's pocket, and found his ID. "Eric Smith, just the man we we're looking for." He smirked and pushed Eric toward the cop car.
"Ma'am." I looked to my left side and the first officer was still standing their. "You need to go on home, you shouldn't be riding with a man like this anyway."
I nodded, and started my car up. I drove away from the scene worried about Eric. I knew that deep down this wasn't a good idea.
I arrived at home, and was pacing the living room floor. I didn't know who his lawyer was, or who I should call. Then it hit me, the one person I didn't want to call. I picked up my phone from the table and dialed Carson.
"Yo, who is this?" He asked me.
"Carson it's Kiara, Eric's been arrested." I cried.
"Oh shit! What happened?" He asked sounding concerned.
"Long story, but I need the name and number of his lawyer."
"Alright, calm down, I'll text it to you. Let Eric know I'll front him some money if he needs it." Carson said and hung up the phone to text me the name and number of his lawyer.
I felt a little relieved, and even though Carson and I didn't see eye to eye, I knew he would come through for Eric. Eric had been his runner for years, and that had always been tight. When the text came through, I hurried and dialed the number for Kenneth Banks. I didn't care how late it was, my man was in trouble.
After talking to Mr. Banks, I felt a weight lifting from my shoulders, and I decided to take a nap, I needed to see Eric, and I was going to bright and early. Mr. Banks stated that he would meet me at the court house around 9am, and I needed to be there. If it wasn't for me messing around with Sky, Eric wouldn't be in this situation. I felt like it was all my fault.
I stripped naked, and climbed into the bed and cried myself to sleep.