Drunk in Love 3: An Original Love Story (3 page)

“I'm detective Moore, how are you doing?”

Dillon smiled at him while still holding his hand. “I was kind of shook up at first, but since we just got the good news that my brother is alright, I'm doing just fine.”

Detective Moore released his hand with a smile on his face. “Well that's definitely good news. I’m glad to hear that.” Then he cut his eyes over at Olivia and Zoe, and then back to Dillon. “Are you two with him?” He asked since they were standing there with him. Plus, he could see the blood on Olivia’s clothes which told him that she had to be involved in what had happened back at the club.

“Yes we are,” Olivia spoke up.

“Well, I need to ask y’all a few questions. Is that okay?”

Dillon spoke up before Olivia could answer. “Sir, with all due respect we’ve answered all the questions we could back at the club. All I know is that this man got out of his car and ran up to us, seemingly upset and irritated already. He started asking for our money. My Bro wasn’t having that, so they exchanged a few words, and then he just shot his gun twice and unfortunately, one of the bullets hit him. I believe the guy just thought we had money on us, because my brother was driving in his Bentley. Plus, we were parked in the darker part of the parking lot.” He said.

The Detective did just as the cop did and jotted down what he’d heard on his notepad then looked back up at Dillon. “Unfortunately, the people that were outside of the club didn’t know much, either. A lot of them scattered when someone shouted that the man had a gun. Because y’all were in the back parking lot and its pretty dark back there, I’m sure he figured that he had a sweet lick. Too bad for him that y’all didn’t cooperate; however I’m glad that it didn’t turn out to be worse especially with a gun involved in these types of cases. People play for keeps nowadays,” he added with a simple shrug of the shoulders.

At that time a nurse stepped into the waiting area. “Where’s the family of Xavier Dubois?”

“Right here,” Dillon quickly said.

“I can take you to his room. Y’all can see him now.”

The detective scribbled something down a few words on his notepad then cut his eyes back up at Dillon.”What is your name sir and your number?”

“Dillon Dubois and my number is 404-555-0965.” He stated calmly.

“Okay, well thank you. If I get any updates or have any more questions I’ll contact you. Tell your brother to take care of himself.” He said then looked over at Olivia and Zoe. “Good night ladies.”

“Good night,” they both said in unison. They were just glad that he was leaving. Olivia wanted to tell on Mark, but the way Zay squeezed her hand in the back of the ambulance had her not wanting to say anything until she cleared it with him first.

As they followed the nurse down the corridor, Dillon’s phone began ringing from his front pocket. He retrieved it, looked down at the screen and saw that it was his mother calling. “Hey ma, how are you doing?”

“I’ll be better when you tell me how Zay is doing. What's going on, Dillon? What happened to him?” She’d bombarded him just that quickly with her worried concerns wanting nothing more than for him to answer them.

Dillon’s eyebrows bunched together. First of all, he didn't know how she'd found out because he hadn't told her anything, yet and he knew that Zay hadn't told her, either. Somehow she knew, though. He took a deep breath and continued on with the same story as he was now walking behind the ladies, trying to talk low.

“We came down to Augusta to visit some friends and a guy tried to rob us.” He said.

“Lord have mercy,” She chimed in. “What you mean tried to rob y’all? What time did this happen?”

“Ma, don't panic. It was a couple of hours ago and Zay is alright. Honestly, the bullet went in and out. They’re just keeping him a few days to run tests and make sure he’s clear to go home.”

 “Don't panic?!” His mother exclaimed. “How am I not supposed to panic and you’re telling me that Zay was shot?!” She nearly yelled then she added. “Why didn’t you call me right away, talking about a couple of hours ago?”

“Because I didn’t want to call you and have you act like this; especially knowing that everything is fine with him.” He explained.

“Well, Angel is on the way down there to see how he’s doing for herself.”

Dillon frowned with a confused look that came across his face. He’d stopped in his tracks, fanning his hand forward for Olivia and Zoe to keep walking with the nurse. He covered up the phone. “I’m coming,” he said to them then directed his attention back to the phone call. “Wait a minute, how did Angel find out, Ma? And why is she on the way down here?”

“You know Angel is a news reporter and has all kinds of connections. Your brother is a known NFL sports agent. I’m sure they ran his name when all of that happened. However, she didn’t tell me exactly what had happened. She just said that she was on her way to check on him and that I should call you to see if you knew anything.”

Dillon took another deep breath and began shaking his head. Angel had no right calling his mom and getting her upset without, at least, calling him first. He didn’t even realize that she still worked as a news reporter being that she’d just showed back up on Zay’s doorstep like she’d started a new life. He never cared much for her and now she was headed that way. This couldn’t have been a worse time for her to just pop up on Zay.

“Is your brother really okay?”

“Yes Ma, he’s good. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Dillon said to assure her. “The doctor gave me the good news that they didn’t have to do surgery and I’m actually headed to his room now to see him. I’ll call you back once I’m around him, okay.”

“Okay, but tell him that we’ll be there bright and early in the morning. I love you and tell Xavier I love him, too.”

“Will do, Ma,” he responded then ended the call. There was no way he could talk his mom out of coming to Augusta. If nothing else he and his brother always came first. She’d give her clothes off her back for them. In their younger, less privileged days she’d go hungry just to make sure that they had enough to eat. She didn’t play about her boys and anybody that knew her, definitely knew that. Before he could put his phone back in his pocket, it rang again. He looked at the caller ID and it was Angel.

“Now she wants to call,” he whispered with an annoyed shake of the head. Instantly he answered. “Why the hell did you call my mama?”

“Don’t be fussing at me!” Angel quickly shot back. “I’m calling to see what’s going on with your brother. I’d gotten a call from a former co-worker that Zay had been shot and was being rushed to the hospital. I called his phone several times, but he didn’t answer.”

“Just because he didn’t answer didn’t mean that you should call our mama? You know how she is. Why the hell you didn’t call me first?”

“I wasn’t thinking about all of that. After Zay didn’t answer, I just thought to call your mama to see if she’d heard anything.”

“Well, Zay is fine. His battery is dead on his phone and it’s in the car. He did get shot, but he’s good. He doesn’t need you coming here to see him.”

Angel smacked her lips. She and Dillon never really were close at all and since she’d been back he definitely didn’t mind letting her know that she wasn’t his favorite person. “I’ll let your brother tell me that in person, because I’m coming.”

“You can be so stupid sometimes, but if you wanna come that badly then come on.” He said, and then hung up the phone on her. He took in a deep breath knowing that Zay was going to get caught up with Angel showing up and Olivia being there. He was going to have to think of something before the shit hit the fan, yet again. This time instead of it being troubles with Olivia and her husband, it would be troubles with Zay and his irritating ass fuck buddy.

****

Meanwhile, Mark was in his 760 BMW, sweating bullets and checking the rear view mirrors feeling like the police was somewhere lurking to catch him. His mind was racing with thoughts as he high tailed it to get out of town. He knew that he’d fucked up, but was now regretting it with all of his heart.

“Damn, what was I thinking?” He pondered. He didn’t want to pull the trigger. He wasn’t a killer. He just wanted to scare Olivia in hopes of letting her know that he was in this too deep to let go. However, after following her and seeing that she’d showed up to meet her lover, put him in a whole different train of thought. The last thing that he wanted was to see her kissing another man like she was a single woman. That’s what really pushed him over the edge.

“Damn, that was stupid!” He scolded himself while hitting the steering wheel. He was angry with himself for even going there and especially with taking a gun. If Olivia had any chances of taking him back, it was over now. “Damn, how I could I shoot her? I have got to see if she’s alright, but how? I know that the police must be looking for me, but I’m not turning myself in. I gotta think of something.”

He drove for about thirty more minutes still lost in thought. The only person he thought to call was Felisha. He was wondering if she’d heard anything, yet. After pressing the numbers to call her phone, he drove down the highway thinking for a moment as it rang. Thoughts of how he could break the new to her weighed heavily on his mind. Eventually, after the fourth ring, Felisha finally answered.

“Look,” she answered already with an attitude. “I’m sorry that I told Zoe about lil Romeo being your son, but she was pushing buttons tonight at my shop that I didn’t know could be pushed. The bitch pi-”

“Hold up,” Mark cut in with a serious frown on his face. “You did what now?”

“I told Zoe that,” Felisha then stopped mid-sentence as she thought about it.
Damn.

“What did you say?” He asked her again.

Felisha took in a nervous deep breath. “Well uh, I said that uh,” she sighed heavily then started back. “I had told Zoe about you being Lil Romeo’s father.”

Mark forgot all about his reason for calling since now he’d found out that their secret was out. “Why the fuck would you do that!?” He yelled at her.

“I told you that she came by my nail salon acting a fool and wanting to fight me about me and you fucking around. She kept saying shit that was pissing me off and the next thing I know, I’m cursing this bitch out and it just slipped.”

“It just slipped? What the fuck you mean it just slipped?” Mark wasn’t trying to hear that shit.

“Well, it did and I don’t wanna sit here and hear your mouth about it. Fuck it!” She said now snapping on him. “She’s already figured out that we were fucking around. Why not tell everything else?”

Mark sat silently on the phone, just listening. He was definitely feeling some type of way.

“Hey Mark,” she called out in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, but the truth was bound to come out at some point.” She said, but he still wasn’t talking. He was just lost in thought. Could that have been the reason why Olivia had decided to go out with her lover like that? Was she clearly already over him, because of what Zoe had told her? He was confused and didn’t know what to think. “Well, I’m gonna go since you’re not saying anything.” Mark still was speechless. “What did you call me for, anyway?”

Mark took in an anxious deep breath then let it out. “Never mind,” he said just wanting to let it go. “I’ll call you back.” With that, he ended their call. Immediately, his next thought was to call around to the hospitals and see if they knew anything. He didn’t know what he’d do if he had killed one of them or even both of them. His life would be over. That was never his intentions. He did shoot at them, but a part of him was hoping that he’d missed since he was definitely thinking much clearer now. However, there was no way that he could’ve missed being that both of them were laid out on the ground by the time he’d fled the scene.

He headed toward North Carolina on a full tank of gas wishing that he didn’t have to look back. There was no way that he could leave town like that and not know how things were with Olivia. He called the hospitals, but wasn’t given any information, so he didn’t know what to think. He could only ask about his wife, because he couldn’t even recall her lover’s name and still they wouldn’t tell him anything. All he could do was pray for the better in hopes that he didn’t get a life sentence or death for the unsure stunt that he’d just pulled.

As he drove up I-520 E going toward North Carolina, he glanced in his rearview mirror to see a set of police lights that were now following him.

“Damn,” he said hitting the steering wheel. Had the law caught up to him already? He switched lanes and so did the blinking blue lights. The adrenaline started to anxiously pump through his veins as he took his left hand off of the steering wheel and wiped his sweaty palm on the thigh area of his jeans, and then he did the same thing with his other hand. While taking in another deep breath, his eyes went to the mirror again. The same lights were still behind him, maybe one hundred yards back. He was hoping that his mind was just playing tricks on him, though. He contemplated getting off on the next exit, hoping that the police car would keep going, but as he approached the exit, the right signal light blinked behind him and the police car exited off instead.

Mark took in a deep breath, feeling relieved that the law wasn’t after him. His thoughts then reflected on Olivia and the horrified look in her eyes when she saw the gun. He was angry with himself as he shook his head.

“I actually shot my wife.” He said just above a whisper. He’d gotten teary eyed just that fast and started to cry. There was nothing more that he wanted than to turn around and be a man about it, but it was easier said than done. “Just keep driving, Mark.” He coached himself. Even though he was far from being a killer, things had happened in just an instance and now he was on the run. As he wiped his tears and cleared his throat, the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “It is what it is, now.”

Even though he was doing the speed limit, his heart was racing much faster than that. Upon seeing the next exit, Mark decided to get off and find a place he could sit for a second to calm his nerves and to think of his next move.He pulled up to a corner store, now needing gas after he’d been driving for the past two hours. It wasn’t many cars there as he parked in front of an empty gas pump. His mind flashed back to Olivia again laying there on the ground. He felt bad as hell about shooting her, but a part of him didn’t feel as bad about her lover. The only thing that he thought about when it came to him was that he’d come to the shop that day and had actually met him. Not only did they talk, but they shook hands and that was foul as hell to him. He had some nerve stepping in to defend her. Had he gone on about his business the shooting wouldn’t have ever happened, at least that’s how he felt at the moment.