Out of Control

For the next two hours, Black stayed in the bedroom and comforted Jada. They talked for a while, then Jada laid her head on his lap. He held on to her and gently stroked her cheek and thought about the fact that he had under estimated Harry and an innocent girl paid the price for his failure.

When his phone rang, Jada sat up and Black answered the phone. “I got him,” Jamaica said.

“Take him to Meka’s bungalow and wait for me.”

“He’ll be there waiting for you,” Jamaica said and ended the call.

Black stood up. “I need to go.”

Jada nodded her head and then she got up to.

“Let’s go Bobby,” Black said and started for the door when he saw Jada grab her clutch.

“Where do you think you’re goin’?” Black asked Jada.

“I’m going with you and Mr. Ray, Mr. Black.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask me any questions. I’m going with you and that’s all there is to it,” Jada said and got in his chest.

Black looked down at Jada and then he looked at Bobby. “I’ll wait for you outside,” Bobby said and walked outside.

When Bobby shut the door, Black looked at Jada, and he thought about trying to talk her out of it. “Come on get in the car, Ms. West.”

“Good. I want to be there when you kill him, Mr. Black.” Jada said.

When they arrived at Meka’s bungalow, Jamaica had Harry tied to the ceiling fan with his hand above his head and duct tape over his mouth. He had put a drop cloth under him.

“Drop cloth,” Bobby said. “Nice touch.”

“I didn’t want to get blood on Meka’s carpet,” Jamaica said.

Black put on his gloves and walked up to Harry. “Hello Harry. You’re gonna die, but not before you feel a lot of pain.”

Jada walked up to Harry and slapped him in the face. Then she sat down on the couch and made herself comfortable. She crossed her legs and nodded at Black.

“This is gonna hurt, a lot.”

Bobby sat down next to Jada. “You’re gonna enjoy this. My boy is really good at this.”

“I’m sure he is Mr. Ray.” Jada said and Black began.

He beat Harry and then Bobby took over. When he was done Jamaica took his turn. Jada sat quietly through the whole thing. It was brutal, but she never looked away as they beat Harry until the sun came up. Then Black walked up to Harry. “Bet you’re wondering why we stopped and you’re still alive?”

Naturally Harry didn’t answer.

“Cut him down, Jay and put him in the trunk of your car.”

Jamaica and Bobby cut Harry down and wrapped him in the drop cloth. They took him outside and put him in the trunk. Black went and sat down next to Jada. “You all right?”

“Yes.”

Bobby came in back in. “We’re ready.”

Black looked at Jada. “Why don’t you go on back to Sandyport. You may not want to see what’s gonna happen next.”

“Why not?”