Piece Keeper: A Black Love Detective Story Book 1

By Antwan Floyd Sr.

Teresa Prince a small-town girl with a big heart had dreams of working in law enforcement her goals are deterred when she is violated in the worse way possible. Will she overcome this tragedy and emerge triumphant with her mind and soul intact? Or will the mental anguish be too much for her to bear?

James a twisted soul with ideals of love and grandeur with a woman that doesn't feel the same for him, at least not yet. That will all change if he has anything to do with it. To complicate matters worse her old flame has stepped into the picture. Will James be able to win her over and make her the love of his life before the flame is rekindled between her and her ex? Or will he be left in the cold while they live happily-ever-after?

Black Love was always more white-collar than rider, when an unfortunate incident occurs in a small town in Illinois he rushes to the side of his ex-fiancé to attempt to save the day. It doesn't take long to figure out that not everyone wants to see justice served. On top of that, his feelings for his past love may not only cause conflicts in the case but also add a rift to his new relationship. Will Black put his past behind him and find out who violated Teresa?

In this fast-paced tale of pain, misguided passion, and lost love we follow these three souls as they embark on a journey of romance, rape, and retribution. When there's no one to count on but yourself will you stand and deliver? Or bend and break? Each will be faced with that question in the midst of questioning what they once thought was true. They all find out that when love turns to war, someone has to be the Piece Keeper!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maleah Solange Books
• Release date: Oct 29, 2010
• ISBN: 9781393690771

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Prologue

The streets were desolate and cold. James shook off the chill that shot through his bones as he pulled the skull cap slightly down over his eyebrows not leaving very much of his face to be seen. He took his time moving to the ATM machine. He had transferred a small portion of his money from the offshore account to his account in the states. He had been in Burr Ridge for almost a week now. Nothing or no one, other than Witherspoon, was connecting him to what happened to Teresa or the others he’d dumped in the river over the past year. He knew Witherspoon would never speak and their employer had no idea who it was and didn’t want to know. He felt bad about not trying to bring Teresa. He contemplated that she was better off without him. He slid the bank card into the machine, keyed in the code followed by the amount he wanted to withdraw, and then waited for the machine to spit the bills out. Once the money was out he retrieved his cash and card and went back to his car. He had nothing to worry about yet he still felt compelled to get out of Illinois. He wanted to see his sister before he left because he didn’t know when he would see her again. As he climbed into his car and started the engine, he heard the sound of a click behind his head.

You can have the money and car, he said.

The person behind him remained silent.

James spoke again. It doesn’t have to end badly. I haven’t seen your face so you can just take the cash and go. Everyone’s happy.

This isn’t just a robbery, the woman’s said as she pulled the trigger.

Chapter One

You scream and I’ll cut your fucking throat, the chief of detectives of Vermillion County in Danville, IL whispered in Teresa Prince’s ear as he pressed the serrated hunting knife across her throat.

She squealed as a thin sliver of blood ran down her neck dripping onto her blouse. His cologne invaded her nostrils. Her gag reflexes made her feel as if she may vomit as she felt his sweaty palms grasp at her thighs making his way up her leg and underneath her skirt trespassing against her body encroaching upon her soul. Her face was a wet pallet of tears and snot.

Please don’t... don’t do this, she begged as she felt the thin material covering her vagina rip free. Her body tensed up, the hairs on every inch of her body stood as she felt his rough calloused hands between her legs. Her hips jerked as she felt him jab his thick fingers into her.

Help me! Please don’t let him do this to me, she pleaded once more barely audible to the demented audience that stood watching.

Teresa didn’t know what hurt her more. The fact that she was being violated or the painful truth of not only was it happening in a police station but by the very people she paid her taxes to that were supposed to protect her. She held her breath as she felt him enter her from behind. The other officers in the room stood around cheering him on as he grunted and pounded into her until his fluid squirted inside her body. Stepping back gasping for breath, Chief Witherspoon pulled his pants up from around his ankles with his salt and pepper hair matted to his pasty pale face from his sweat.

My turn, Officer Hunter said making his way towards

Teresa.

Stand down officer, Officer Foster said placing a hand on Hunter’s chest pushing him back. She’s mine.

Foster had to go through a series of things to prepare: remove service weapon placing it on the table, unzipping pants to let them fall to the floor, pulling out a strap on penis from the open bag next to the service weapon. The others watched as Foster wrapped the strap-on around her waist, fastened it, and then approached Teresa with a glimmer in her eye. Grasping Teresa by the waist as she shivered in fear Foster guided her hips thrusting forward forcefully into Teresa’s buttocks. With each dry, painful thrust, Teresa cried out in agony as the woman sodomized her. Teresa wanted desperately to fight back yet she lay motionless with her face and chest against the table while her body and mind were paralyzed with fear. She took the mental, emotional, and physical abuse in fear that if she fought back she might die.

Each of the three officers took turns with the young woman who had been hired only months earlier as an intern. Through it all, including the hurt and humiliation, she felt the worst and most sickening feeling of all. It was something she could never shake. Goosebumps raced across her flesh as the creepy feeling took root and grew inside her mind. She could feel him watching her. The feeling would keep her awake for a lifetime though she didn’t know who he was.

Chapter two

A Week Later

Teresa sat on the hospital bed at Carle Foundation covered in a backless nightgown and staring emotionless at nothing in particular. James Collins, an officer and her mentor at the department, sat near her bed. Feelings of confusion and anger stirred inside him. He didn’t know whether to sit quietly or to hold her hand and attempt to console her. He chose the latter; he reached out placing his hand on top of hers. She quickly pulled from his grasp placing both of her hands on her chest. James pulled back and stood up, stepping away from the bed.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...

James, I...

The door opened and the person she wanted desperately to see stood in the doorway. She prayed he would come, yet she still had her reservations that he would. Standing in the doorway it was almost as if God himself shined a heavenly light upon his physique. It was her ex-fiancé, Black Love. They hadn’t spoken to one another for almost a year. She had broken off the engagement through a text message then left Chicago and moved back to Danville. Black had a smaller stature as he was short in height standing at only five and a half feet. His frame was not muscular but also not scraggly. He worked out just enough to stay toned.  He had a bald head, dark chocolate complexion, a goatee and white teeth.

Teresa could see the anger and hurt in his eyes. She couldn’t help but peek over his shoulders. She could see that the hallway outside of her room was crowded with uniformed police officers from her precinct. She turned her head in fear as she made eye contact with Chief Witherspoon just as the door closed. The look of fear on her face was not missed by either of the two men, but they both interpreted it differently.

James moved across the room quickly to head Black off before he reached Teresa. She doesn’t want you here, he said sizing Black up with his fists clenched.

Black didn’t back down. He stared up at James unmoved by his police uniform or his size. He was almost two feet taller and at least a hundred pounds heavier. Back up, James. It’s a little late to play the hero. You should have been here to protect her that night.

Who the hell are you and...

Stop it! Both of you! Teresa screamed with her face wet with tears. James.

He quickly turned and went to her side, retaking his seat. He thought of reaching for her hand but decided against it this time. What is it, my love?

Give me and Black some time alone, please. We need to talk.

But I—

Please.

James sighed and stood to his feet. Black stood between him and the door unwilling to move. James brushed against his shoulder as he stormed from the room.

How did you find out? Teresa asked wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

The same way I knew your boyfriend’s name.

He’s not my boyfriend and you have no right to keep tabs on me, Black. We aren’t together anymore.

You’re my girl.

Teresa laughed. Your girl? Did you not get the text message... oh, what... a year ago?

Black’s nose flared. That emotional wound still hadn’t healed. Together or not you’ll always be my girl.

And what about Morena?

Black cleared his throat. Morena? He was surprised that she had known about her.

Don’t look confused. What?  Suddenly you don’t know who Morena Suarez is?

What does that have to do with anything?

Why are you worried about what’s going on with me here in another city when you are not only living with another woman, only a year after our breakup, but you’re engaged to be married?

Black approached the bed and sat down on the side of it placing his hand on her face. He brushed the hair from her eyes. That’s not important, Baby Love. That was his pet name he’d given her when they first started dating.

She pushed his hand from her face. I’m not your Baby Love. Not anymore. She turned her face from his.

With both hands, he gently cupped her face and turned it so that they could see eye to eye.

I’m not leaving until I get to the bottom of this. That fucker who did this to you is going to pay!

Leave it alone, Black.

Black jumped to his feet. Leave it alone! he screamed without realizing.

Teresa placed her hand on his. I know you’re upset, but I just want this all to be over with.

It will be as soon as I—

Go home, Black. I don’t want you here.

Want me here or not I’m not leaving until justice is served. I’ve been re-assigned to the District Attorney’s office in Vermillion County.

You’re the new District Attorney? She was astonished.

No, I’m A.D.A., but I’m on the case.

Black I—

Get some rest. I’m done talking about it. I just got here. I didn’t even pack any clothes. I’m going shopping to pick up a few things to wear and some hygienic essentials then I’m going to see someone about renting a house for a few months. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up and take you home.

It’s not necessary.

It is. He placed her hand to his lips and kissed it. See you tomorrow.

Chapter Three

James sat alone in his apartment scouring the internet for any information he could about Black Love. He knew that’s who had come to see Teresa today. They had never met, but the few times that he and Teresa had gone out that man was all she talked about. Black this, Black that. What the hell kind of name was Black Love anyway? So what they were once engaged! To hell with they’re history! That’s exactly what they had: history. I’m her future, he thought as he read through the newspaper article he found online in a Chicago newspaper. The headline read: Black Love District Attorney for Cook County Convicts Kingpin of Regional Drug Ring That Included Chicago, Detroit, and Racine, WI. He clicked another link to a website with Black’s name attached to it. The website opened to an article about a battered women’s shelter that Black co-founded with Teresa. The article showed a picture of the two of them hugging and smiling.

James felt the anger swell in his head as he stared at the picture. He felt his temples on both sides of his head become tighter and tighter as if his head was trapped in a vice grip. His heart pounded as beads of sweat popped up wetting his forehead. Blood dripped from his nose. He didn’t like the idea of another man touching her. It was all he could think of while staring at the picture. Things were escalating in his mind. No matter what he did, he kept reliving the pain wrenching night. Even now, the horrible memory crept into his mind despite his will for it to go away. He closed his eyes and remembered.

Flashback

The red Sedan with the shiny rims cruised to a sudden stop, shifted into reverse and parked. The night was quiet as the driver sat and watched, nervously looking through his rearview mirror every few seconds. He desperately wanted to be accepted into the circle. He was told to meet them in the catacombs for his initiation as they had put it. He had his reservations about going. He had been warned by others he worked with that being a part of the club meant quick advancements through the ranks but the things they did on the side were unethical at the least and in the worst illegal. Once in, there was no out. Out, he thought. Why would I want out? He had done a few jobs already off the books. Just low-level stuff like getting rid of a few scumbags. He had no issues with getting his hands dirty by digging a hole or sandbagging a body for the Middle Fork Vermilion River, which connected Danville to Oglesby. They always had him meet to pick