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Treacherous's upper lip began to quiver. Water filled his eyes until they couldn't hold it any longer. He tapped her again, only this time harder. “Baby, get the fuck up!” he cursed. A nervous feeling began to sweep through his body. Treacherous looked around. For the first time since everything had jumped off, he was afraid. Not afraid of getting caught, but afraid of being alone. Baby was all he had. Without her he had nothing, he believed.
His mind traveled back to the stories he had read about his parents and their demise, and he couldn't help but see the irony in what he was faced with now. He remembered how he had read about how his own father thought he had lost his mother and held court in the middle of the highway and how she had tried to take her own life until she had found out she was carrying him inside of her. The thought of his legendary parents had Treacherous comparing his and Baby's own reign of terror to theirs. He thought back to how Baby was in awe when he told her the story about the pact his parents had made with each other to end their own life if something happened to the other, and how his birth had delayed his mother's death. He reflected on how she had admired the tale and had said she had wanted that same type of love between them.
All sorts of thoughts flashed through Treacherous's mind, mostly images of Baby. The first time they had made love appeared in his thoughts, followed by a scene of Baby dancing in Club Aqua. Treacherous squeezed his eyes tightly. That caused a flood of tears to burst out of them. The salty tears stained his face and managed to slip into his mouth. He shook uncontrollably. He rocked back and forth with Baby held tight in his arms. The last image that played in his mind was of Baby's smile. She stood there in a beam of light gesturing for Treacherous to come to her. Treacherous fought with the decision that seemed to take control over his thoughts.
What's the point?
he questioned. He searched for answers within himself. He knew if the shoe were on the other foot, Baby would not have hesitated to make the decision he struggled with. He looked down and stared at her for a moment, admiring her beauty.
This is not how it's supposed to end,
he said to himself. He wiped the tears from his eyes, then lowered his head. He gently pressed his lips up against Baby's and kissed them. He noticed they were still warm. He didn't want to remove his lips from hers but knew he had to. It was just a matter of time before the place was crawling with police. At that moment, he felt there was no other reason to live.
Treacherous took a deep breath, then closed his eyes. He pulled the shotgun out of the duffle, then looked down at Baby and sighed. “See you soon,” he then said right before he put the gun to his temple. He curled his finger around the trigger and applied a little pressure. He knew he was stalling and the thoughts racing through his mind made it no better. Images of his mother, Baby, and what he believed his father looked like flashed through his mind as he pressed the barrel tight against his dome. It was low, but it was effective. Just as Treacherous was about to pull the trigger, he heard a noise. No matter how low it was, he knew where the sound had come from. It was a whisper he was all too familiar with. The word
no
echoed throughout his ears and traveled through his soul warming his heart.
He lowered the gun from his head and peered down. He was met with a partial smile and misty eyes as Baby stared up at him. Her sudden resurrection breathed new life back into him. He was at a loss for words. He knew there was no time for talking though. Time was of the essence and he didn't have any to waste. The last time they had found themselves in a heated gun battle, it was she who had to get them to safety and get him help. Now the shoe was on the other foot. It was now Treacherous's turn to get them out of dodge and get Baby some medical attention.
Treacherous tossed the shotgun back in the duffle, then scooped Baby up. Minutes later, he had her laid out in the back seat of the car.
“Don't worry, bae. I got you,” he turned around and directed to Baby. Although she had closed her eyes again, he knew she could hear him. “Once again, we gonna make it up outta this shit, like we always do. Or die trying!” he ended.
He waited to see if she would respond or acknowledge him. She didn't open her eyes, but her lips moved until a smile was able to break through. That's all he needed. Treacherous turned back around and threw the car into drive.
Epilogue
The sound of a squeaky door caused him to jump out of his sleep and his eyes to shoot open. When the door flung open, he saw an image appear in the doorway. The bright light behind it made it difficult for him to make out who it was. But when the figure emerged he was surprised to see his friend standing in the middle of his hospital room, alive and well. If he were able to smile he would have.
“I thought I had nine lives,” were the first words Andre Randle spoke as soon as he entered Arthur Love's room. He had been coming in and checking on him for the past week. He had finally caught him awake. He shook his head at his friend's present condition. Love's jaw was wired and he had a brace around his neck. As badly as he wanted to, Randle knew, he couldn't respond or laugh at his remarks. Although it was funny, Randle couldn't have been any closer to the truth. When Arthur Love woke up in the hospital, it was the first thing he had thought.
“That means we're two lucky cats,” Randle continued with his pun. He was now sitting next to Love's bedside. “Had it not been for my Kevlar, it may be a different story though,” he added, referring to the bulletproof vest that had saved his life. He too had a close call back at the warehouse when Treacherous pumped what was intended to be his chest with buckshot.
Love blinked his eyes as a means to agree with Randle. He had seen when Treacherous had spun around and let off the shotgun in Randle's direction as he lay on the ground fighting for his own life. He was sure Randle was a dead man, which was why he was both surprised and glad to see him when he first entered the room. He listened as Randle continued.
“You know what else that means.” It was more of a statement than a question. “It means we get one more shot at apprehending your daughter and Freeman.” He let his words marinate.
Arthur Love's eyes widened, flickered, and then closed to imagine that day.
“My thoughts exactly, partner.” Randle nodded as he patted Love's right hand.
 
To be continued . . .
 
Ride or Die Chick 5
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Carl Weber Presents: Ride or Die Chick 4
 
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