Knight In Chrome Armor: Knight & Blaize's Story

By Myiesha

At 18 years old and straight out of high school, young and naïve Blaize Francis meets and falls in love with the neighborhood's crazy, Molly-popping, K-2 smoking, loose cannon, Dexter Simmons, who promises her a life of happiness. Now at 23, she's starting to realize she's nothing more than a human punching bag to him. Locked inside the house of hell, alone with no family or friends, physically and emotionally battered, Blaize continues to hold on to a relationship that may eventually kill her or place the one she cherishes the most in danger. After finally escaping the torment, she runs to the only person she knows.

Detective Gregory Knight is at the top of his game in his career. After losing his wife to an unexplained death, he's determined to move on with life with his 7-year-old daughter. He has been working on Blaize's domestic abuse case for the last 3 years. Knight breaks the number one rule of never mixing business with pleasure when he starts growing feelings for Blaize.

With Detective Knight to the rescue, he helps her through her most difficult times and helps build her into a stronger woman. With her newfound strength and not missing the fact that Blaize is one of the most beautiful women he has ever laid eyes on, his feelings for Blaize start to grow, and his willingness to protect her may jeopardize everything he has worked hard for.

Will this damsel be worth his distress?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Dec 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781648405075

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1. Blaize

2. Knight

3. Knight

4. Knight

5. Blaize

6. Knight

7. Knight

8. Blaize

9. Knight

10. Knight

11. Knight

12. Chyna

13. Blaize

14. Blaize

15. Knight

16. Blaize

17. Blaize

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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1

Blaize

D ex, get off of me, I cried, as he had me in a headlock choking the life out of me. I could hear my baby girl crying in the background, and all I could think about was getting to her and comforting her. I tried my hardest to fight this man back, but he overpowered me. Even at 5'3", this fucking smidget was fucking me up again for no reason. I started throwing my hands back, trying to make contact with something. I swung one last time and was able to dig my nails into his face.

Ahhh! You dumb bitch. He threw me to the ground. You wanna fight? Alright, let's go.

This nigga really stood there in a boxing stance, ready to square up with me, the woman he was supposed to love; me, the woman who just had his child two weeks ago.

I sat there for a minute, bloody nose, swollen lips and eyes. I thought about giving him a go, but my baby's cry was where my attention was needed at the moment. I got up off the floor and was about to head to her room, until I felt my head jerk back. Dex had grabbed a hand full of my hair, and was delivering blows to my face like I was a nigga. It felt like my face was being smashed in with a sledge hammer. Once he was done, he kneed me in the face so hard, my head should have departed from my shoulders and flew out the window. He let me go and I fell out on the floor. All I could see was red, from the blood that was dripping from my forehead into my eyes. He got back in his boxing stance and was moving back and forth like he was in a video game.

Finish him, he said in a low raspy tone.

This nigga must be on something, I thought, before he picked me up in the air and slammed me on his knee, sending a shockwave of pain through my whole body. I thought I heard a cracking noise. He then stood up, and I limply rolled off his knee onto the floor. I tried to get up, but it was all in my head because my body wasn't moving not one bit. I saw this nigga running around the room with his arms up, yelling TKO.

This nigga is definitely on something, I thought, before I saw the bottom of his boot coming down towards my face.

I tried my best to open my eyes. They peeked open and there was a bunch of light moving above my head.

Where the hell am I? I thought.

We have a woman who appears to be in her mid to late twenties, dropped outside the hospital, no ID, beaten and possible concussion; she's unresponsive, I heard one of the nurses say.

I tried opening my eyes again, but couldn’t because they were so fucking swollen, but I heard everything that was being said.

Someone get Special Victims here immediately, the nurse yelled.

Oh boy, here we go again. Why would this boy bring me to the hospital? Here comes Detective Save-A-Hoe Knight, I thought before I passed out again.

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Knight

I sat in the chair next to the hospital bed, staring at this beautiful young woman who was yet again beaten to the point of unrecognition. I've seen this woman at her worst and seen her at her best, and she was way too beautiful to continue to have her face beat in. I watched her as she slept off the pain medication.

Detective Knight, may I have word with you? the nurse asked. I got up and walked to the door.

I just wanted to update you on what happened to her. She has three broken ribs, her kidney was punctured from the broken ribs, and a concussion from her head being slammed into something. I just shook my head. Hopefully, now she'll press charges on this son of a bitch.

One more thing Detective Knight… she just had a baby. I pray that baby is safe, she said walking out the room.

What? When did she have a baby? I thought to myself. I mean, it had been almost a year since the last time I saw her laid up in the hospital bed.

You again, are there any other detectives in that precinct?

You still managing to talk shit through them busted ass lips.

Good one, she laughed, trying to adjust herself in the bed but was unsuccessful.

Blaize, why are you here yet again? I asked.

I'm clumsy and I fell down the stairs, she said. I knew she was lying.

The same stairs you fell down the last time? I think maybe that's a sign that you need to move out that house then, if you keep falling down them same stairs.

Look, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Why do you keep covering for him, Blaize? You’re laying up in here with three broken ribs. When is enough going to be enough? When you come up in here with a broken back, or when you’re dead from a broken neck?

Look Detective Knight, I told you what happened. I'm sick of you coming in here with your judgmental ass, and trying to tell me what to do; I'm a grown ass woman.

I just sat there for a while, allowing all that she said to register.

Ok Blaize, I said, getting up and for the fourth time. I left her my card if she decided to file charges. Like always, I know I would never hear from her.

I turned around and looked at her before I left the hospital room.

2

Knight

Ileft out the hospital and it was 10:15 at night; I called my mom to let her know I was on my way. My mom has really been a life saver since my wife Renee died. My mother would pick Kaylee up after school, and watch her for me until my shift ended. Sometime I would just leave her there and sleepover at my mother’s, or some nights I would pick her up and bring her home with me. I loved that little girl with everything I had. She was my pride and joy, my love, the only thing I have left from my wife. I would kill and die for her.

Sometimes, I would find myself just staring at her and imagining, what if my child was to grow up and allow a man to beat her like Blaize does. I would murder a nigga. This also made me wonder if her father was even in her life. If I didn’t take an oath, I would body the nigga that’s been putting his hands on Blaize like she was a man. Yea, I was a cop, but I was also a street nigga, and I had to admit I was growing some feelings for this woman that I barely knew. The only time I had ever seen her was while she was laid up in a hospital bed. As a detective working for the Special Victims Unit, I dealt with cases that would have a person feeling soft. I dealt with raped victims, abused kids, abused elderly and battered woman. In Blaize’s case, this shit had me in my fucking feelings hard, but there was nothing I could do until she wised up and pressed charges on this nigga.

I pulled up to my mom’s house; it only took me five minutes to get there. She lived in the Eastside Park section in Paterson. Her and my dad has been there for the last fifteen years. Before we moved here, we lived over on Boulevard which was in the mid-section of Paterson. We lived in the mix of all the bullshit that went on in Paterson. Some of my boys still lived in there. Out of all of us, I was the only one fortunate enough to have parents who had careers and wasn’t living off the government. Not that it was anything wrong with welfare. I personally thought that was just the government’s way of keeping black people from progressing in the world. My father was a cop out in Hackensack and my mother was a school teacher at Eastside High School. They’re both retired now and spend most of their time spoiling Kaylee. That’s why my daughter was off the hook now. They let her little ass get away with murder, but I’m not having that shit.

At seven years old, she’s able to talk my father’s wallet right on out of his pocket. She be trying that with me, but it doesn’t work. I make her work for every penny. I set up a chore board for her little ass. I wrote a few chores on the board and taped money under the chore. Every time she completes a chore, she can take the money. I leave five dollars up there. But with my dad breaking her off every day with ten dollars, sometimes twenty dollars, she doesn’t even look twice at my little five dollars hanging on that board.

I told her one day that if she wanted the five dollars she had to do the chores. She looked at me like fuck you and your five dollars. She was a damn trip, but that was my motherfucking baby. It’s been two years since Renee passed, and I’m feeling like Kaylee is at that age where she may need a mother figure in her life that can be stern with her. I love my mother, but she was a pushover. I used to get over on her all the time. Like when I was 15 and she caught me and this chick on the basement floor having sex. I told my mother she was she was a cheerleader and I was helping her stretch her legs. Who helps another person stretch with their pants down? That was the only lie I could think of at the time, but it worked.

Hey Ma.

Hey baby, how was work? my mother asked me.

It was ok Ma, until I received a call from the hospital.

The hospital? Baby, is everything ok? she asked.

Yea, remember the girl I told you about that was getting beat but wouldn’t press charges?

Yea, um Flame, Fire, she said thinking she was funny.

Blaize, Ma.

Yea, that was it. What happened? Did that man beat on her again? my mother asked.

Yea, it seems like he’s escalating, Ma. I fear for her life and she just had a baby, I said.

Listen baby, I know you want to help, but you can’t help someone that doesn’t want to be helped. She has to help herself before anyone else can. Do you think maybe this is becoming too personal for you? Maybe next time, because we know it’ll be a next time, you should just pass the case to another detective. I named you Gregory Knight but that doesn’t mean you have to be everyone’s knight in shining armor, my mother said, which really had me thinking.

My mother may have been right. Maybe I should pass the case along. I don’t know. I just want to be there when she finally does press charges on this guy, so I could arrest his ass. I have been waiting for that moment.

Are staying here tonight or you going home? my mother asked.

I’m tired, we’re going to stay here tonight. I’m off tomorrow anyway.

What you cooked woman? I asked.

Your child wanted spaghetti and meatballs, your plate is in the oven; lock up when you’re done, I’m going to bed. She kissed me and walked out the kitchen.

I turned on the kitchen TV and was watching ESPN, when my phone rang. I looked down and it was Chyna.

What’s up girl? I asked.

Shit, what you up to, I see your car outside? Chyna said.

You always see when my car is outside, like you have GPS on my shit.

Nigga please, ain’t anybody checking for your punk ass, she said.

Yea, ok. I ain’t doing shit, just sitting here eating and watching ESPN, I said.

You wanna come hit a sista off real quick?

You think your slick Chyna; I know what you up to, I said.

What? I ain’t up to nothing, just want to chill with my good friend.

Yea, alright Chyna, I’ll be there in twenty. I have to jump in the shower real quick. Be ready when I get there and I mean naked, I said.

Yes Detective Knight, sir.

I hung up with her and finished eating. Chyna was my on-call chick when I needed a quick nut. She lived right across the street and has been living there since before we moved over in the area. She was the chick that my mom caught me in the basement with. She’s been fucking since she was 12. She was my first, but I wasn’t hers. She was a bit loose but her pussy was A1. In high school, we fucked liked rabbits. Even when I had a girlfriend, we were still fucking. I cut her off when I met Renee. I gave up everyone for Renee. She was beautiful.

I met her at this college party when I was going to Rutgers; she was a student at Penn State. Although she was all the way in PA and I was here in NJ, we still found a way to spend time with each other. We were together for three years, graduated college and got married. Our parents thought we were too young, but we thought otherwise. We got married at 20 and had Kaylee at 21. I think about Renee every day and how the cause of her death was unknown. I still have my own little personal investigation going on, because this shit wasn’t adding up. Chyna was a little sour when she found out I had gotten married. I still believe it was her who sliced Renee’s tires one night we were over my mom’s house for dinner. She was petty as hell. I could never have wifed Chyna; she was a hoe and had nothing going for herself. She was still living with her moms, had a high school diploma and no job. She walked around all day with one of those silk bonnet caps, tights, and mix-matched socks, and she did hair out her mother’s basement. She was a beautiful girl,