Chapter 7 Bad choices
Chapter 7: Bad choices
Golden Girl's club was blazing. The costume party was scheduled to kick off mid night. Past ten pm, and everywhere was already filled. The strippers taking turns on the pole.
Coco Kaave made grand entrance to the party, with a vibe. Tonight, she came prepared, to whore with whoever that'd make her coochie juicy. She came masked. Costumed as a casket, while Brandy, as the cinderella princess.
Roy couldn't help but notice the one wearing a casket. He fancied the darkness that surrounded her. It was either her, or no one else, not even the beautiful Coco Kaave.
He cursed under his breath and with one last look at her, he sped to her. He was wearing the joker costume. "Can I steal a moment?" Roy asked. His mind refused to even entertain the thought of a world without her in it.
"So you're a thief, huh?" Coco brushed against his chin and he could smell the fresh fragrance of her hair mixed with the coppery scent of blood. Evil. Who exactly was she?
"If I told you yes, would you let me steal your heart?" He smirked.
"Only humans have hearts." Coco snapped.
"Did I meet me a spirit tonight?" He asked, more turned on and interested.
"Spirit? I am a graveyard. The home of spirits." Coco answered.
Roy couldn't help but laugh, hard. "These words cannot scare me away hunie. I am acquainted with the devil." He needed to discover who was behind the mask.
In a valiant attempt to ignore the disturbing presence of the man beside her. Coco looked at the party stage, and tried to enjoy.
As lovely as the scenery was, her mind kept turning to Roy. Her gaze drifted over to Brandy. Brandy seemed to be having fun, with some man costumed as a reverend. Coco watched her leave with the man and disturbing thoughts filled her mind.
Alcohol easily had effects on Brandy. Coco followed in their direction quickly. She wasn't going to take chances, and let Brandy blow their cover.
The door opened.
Coco Kaave stepped into the room.
Anger and shock spurted over the mad inner leap of response to the power of Chief Kaave's presence. Chief Kaave was right there in the room with one of his body guards disguised as the reverend.
Coco's heart couldn't stop beating. All of a sudden she started sweating heavily, as she watched her father's body guard unveil Brandy's mask.
Coco knew it was game over. She shut her eyes in fear, and only opened them when she heard her father's body guard say the words.
"She's not the one sir."
Coco opened her eyes immediately, looking at the girl. She wasn't Brandy. She was just a random teenager that prolly came to unwind with her friends. She had mistaken her to be Brandy. But, if she wasn't Brandy, then, where was Brandy?
"Dad, what is this?" Coco managed to get a grip over herself and concealed the fear in her.
"Information reached me you came to party in company of a female friend." Chief Kaave didn't blink an eye as he spoke.
"And you thought it was Brandy?" Coco scoffed. "Why will I lie to you about Brandy's whereabouts? Oh I get. Now, I'm a liar? And your precious son, Vill is..."
"Stop talking plenty." Chief Kaave cut her off. "Sorry for the misunderstanding. I give you my word, I'll find Vill and Brandy. Now, if you'll excuse me, enjoy your party."
Coco nodded as Chief Kaave and his body guard left the room. The teenage girl quickly ran from the room in fear. Coco shut the door behind her and laid on the bed. She could bet with her bank account, that her blood pressure was high at the moment.
What would have been her fate if she was caught? This was a sign that the universe was on her side. But where was Brandy, how did she disappear so fast, how come the teenage girl had the same costume with Brandy's? The party rule was strictly, 'one person, one costume'. Golden Girl's club never allowed two people pull up in the same costume.
Coco arrived at the parking lot. She peeped inside her SUV, Brandy was not there. Her inner tension moved up several notches and fed a fast growing wave of angry resentment. Where the hell was Brandy!?
Coco entered the back of the SUV and changed her costume. She carefully cleaned her make up, and changed her perfume. She put on a simple evening gown with sandals. She came down from the SUV and dailed her phone. "You'll see me there in thirty minutes." As Coco set out to leave, Roy ran his fingers through her mass jet of curly hair.
"I see someone came to the costume party, cloned as the beautiful Coco Kaave, of Dirty South." There was a smile in the tone of Roy’s voice.
"Get off my dick nigga. I don't have time for this." Coco could see the jealousy in her own eyes.
So this was it? He was after all, a randy he-goat that would flirt with anyone with a hole?
Roy’s face lit with pleasure as he drew her closer in his arms, her presence felt familiar. Like the casket girl. Could Coco Kaave be the casket girl?
Coco's hands moved so quickly towards his face and unveiled his mask, even before he knew it and could stop her.
"You!" Coco exclaimed. She opened her purse and pointed a gun to Roy’s head. "Back off."
"Easy girl. I didn't come for trouble." Roy said.
"What do you want?" Coco asked.
"A drink with you." Without a word of warning, Roy reached for her lips and gently kissed. Then he smiled and softly added, "I'm counting on your feelings, Coco."
Suddenly, his hands gently rubbed the goose flesh on her upper arms. Heat flowed from his touch, sending electric tingles through her bloodstream and rendering her bones insubstantial.
"Do you love me?" The words sounded as though they had been scraped from her throat..raw..needful.
"Yes. But not enough to give up Dirty South, for you and your father." He released her and moved to his car. She was so beautiful..yet.. stubborn. How much longer was she going to pretend like she didn't feel the same way he felt about her?
