Free The Union by Tremayne Johnson Page B

you.”
     
    He wasn't lying either. The Denali he was driving was a one of one, exclusive, presidential edition. Fit with bombproof exterior, soundproof interior and right now, parked on the side of the road, in the middle of nowhere; the black matte color made it invisible.
     
    Tamika continued screaming and trying to escape the armed fortress. A swift blow to the side of her face with the butt of the gun calmed her down.
     
    She curled over, holding her wound, head between her legs.
     
    “I loved my brother, Tamika.” Mox sniffled. “He was my heart.”
     
    Casey Daniels was considered the best shooting guard to come out of New York in the last five years. He led UCONN to a National Championships and also led the Big East in scoring.
     
    Casey was one of kind and he had just signed a twenty million dollar endorsement deal with Nike. He earned the top pick in the draft and was headed to Washington to play with the Wizards, but his life was cut short when Tamika and an accomplice robbed and shot him in his hotel room. They took $7,500 in cash, a Hublot wristwatch worth five thousand and his life, which was priceless.
     
    When he received the phone call from Cleo about the murder, Mox wanted to believe it was a joke, but then he realized nobody around him joked about things of that nature. The news was sudden and overwhelming. A horrified feeling of emptiness and discomfort quickly settled in the pit of his stomach. His other half was gone. He was barely living with the tragic double homicide of both parents, and now this. At the time he got the news, he was on his way to celebrate Casey’s remarkable accomplishments, but sadly, that intended celebration would be halted forever.
     
    The only information Mox had on the incident was what Cleo told him about a female named Tamika, who supposedly was the last person seen with Casey in the hotel. That and a bunch of mixed up stories from the police and media about an accomplice.
     
    A week or so after the tragedy, Mox had Tamika’s full name, address, date of birth, cell phone number, house number, social security number, credit score and anything else he needed to get in contact with her. He followed her and monitored her movements for days until he had her routine figured out, and then he approached her. He knew she wouldn’t know who he was, because not many people did. He did his best to keep his lifestyle away from his brother’s success.
     
    Mox was familiar with the type of female Tamika was, he attracted her kind all the time. It only made it easier for him to turn their social acquaintance into a night of heavy breathing, shit talking and ass slapping. After he fucked her a few times, he led her to believe she was going to assist him in moving some work out of state. Of course, her greed, thirst, and perilousness went uncontested. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that Mox could possibly be her next victim, but she was clueless as to what was really going on. It didn’t take much and when she went for the bait, she got hooked.
     
    Mox was furious. He tried to gather himself. He cocked the barrel of the handgun and a bullet slid into the chamber.
     
    His eyes filled with fury.
     
    A rainfall of tears ran down Tamika’s pretty face, smudging her make-up. “Please, Mox, don't do this. I’m… I’m sorry.”
     
    “My brother had a bright future, Tamika. He was the only one that graduated high school, he was making something of his self and he was my ticket outta this lifestyle... you got him killed.... you fuckin' bitch!”
     
    Tamika looked into Mox's eyes and knew she didn't stand a chance. There was no escaping her fate.
     
    Bizarre and distorted visions of Casey and his parents flashed before Mox's eyes. The gruesome scene in which his mother and father were murdered was right in front of him. He was standing in that exact room, his little brother hanging over his shoulder, looking down at their parent’s, mutilated bodies.
     
    Mox wiped his