Ride Or Die
Chick 2 Paperback: 242 pages
Excerpt Ride or Die Chick 2
Prologue' Her vision was blurry as she opened her eyes. She had been under heavy observation for the past four days, expected not to survive. It had been a crucial and life-threatening four days, but being the strong individual she was, she had survived, although she felt a little weak. She had no clue as to where she was, not even aware that she was unconscious for a period of time. Upon gaining some of her sight, she began trying to focus on where it was she was actually at. She attempted to wipe her heavy eyelids, feeling the coal on them that made it difficult to clear her vision, but came up with a short hand, now realizing she had been handcuffed to something. With her free hand she wiped her eyes and as her vision became clearer she noticed she had been handcuffed to a hospital bed. But that was not all. She had a tube stuck in her chained-up arm, which ran from a machine and saw another one running from a machine up under her hospital gown. For the life of her she couldn't figure out how she wound up in a hospital cuffed to a bed and why. Her memory was a blur, and she had no recollection of what had taken place days ago. She began moving only to find out her whole entire body was sore. But why? She had no clue. She continued looking around, searching for clues that would give her some indication how she was in the predicament she was in. As she looked to her left she spotted a newspaper on the hospital nigh stand next to the bed. She painfully reached over and grabbed the paper. The date read October 28th, 2007, and she couldn't determine whether the newspaper was actually that day's or yesterdays because she had no knowledge as to what day it really was. The front page had a heading that stuck out to her, but she didn't know why. It read in big bold letters, The Bonnie and Clyde of the New Millennium. Up under the heading was a picture of a black CLS. Even before she began reading the article the car, it triggered something inside her as images of it began to fill her mind, causing her to remember some things. Within the first four lines tears began to roll down her face. Reading her soul mates' name caused Teflon to regain all of her senses and have her thoughts restored. Everything all made sense now, October 28, was the day they decided to rob the bank, the heading Bonnie and Clyde of the new millennium referred to her and Treacherous, the Mercedes was the car she and Treacherous had jacked and murdered the two young dealers for to use on the bank job, she had taken a shot to the side as they were coming out of the bank, and Treacherous had taken the police on the high speed chase in attempts to get her to the hospital, which was all she could remember. As she continued to read, the rest was answered for her in black and white, how Treacherous had gone all out right there on the Virginia Beach exit while she lay there unconscious. Teflon's tears flowed harder as she envisioned the scene. She knew there was only one thing that no one else could know besides her, that would make Treacherous take the route he took. The only thing would have made her take the same route had the situation been different and she was in his shoes: if the other thought the one was dead. How could he have thought she was dead? She wondered. Was her pulse or heartbeat that low that it went undetected? Teflon wanted to know the answers to those questions because they were the answers that caused her to lose her other half; or her better half as Treacherous would say. She smiled at the thought. She remembered when Treacherous had first told her about the bank and how he had said that after that day every dude and chick would be comparing themselves to Treacherous and Teflon. He had said they were like Bonnie and Clyde and Romeo and Juliet all wrapped up in one, but harder, and everything he said was coming to pass. Teflon herself had viewed their love for each other as a Romeo and Juliet relationship because they too were young and in love, and just as Romeo took his own life assuming Juliet had been dead, Treacherous had basically done the same, and just as Juliet woke only to find out that Romeo was dead, so did Teflon. She began beating herself up knowing had she not been unconscious she and Treacherous would have gone out together in a blaze of glory. She began ripping the tubes from up out of her in an attempt to find a way to take her own life, just as Juliet did, so she could meet up with her soul mate again. While in the process of doing all of this, the doctor walked, catching Teflon in the act and rushed over to her. 'Ms. Jackson!' the doctor yelled grabbing her free hand. 'Calm down. you're alright. You and the baby are going to be fine, just take it easy.' Up until his last statement Teflon continued to resist the doctor's attempts to restrain her, but hearing what he just said registered enough to get her to instantly stop what she was trying to do. 'What did you just say?' she asked the doctor, making sure she had heard him correctly, as she cleared her throat. 'I said to take it easy, you and the baby are going to be fine,' He repeated. Right then Teflon noticed the officer who she assumed stood guard by her room door stick his head inside. 'Is everything alright, doc?' the white young-looking officer asked, hearing all the commotion from the hallway. 'Yes, everything is fine,' the doctor replied not wanting to cause a scene or get the pretty young girl in any more trouble than she was already in. By now, Teflon had calmed down completely after getting the doctor's confirmation on his last statement. 'That's better,' expressed the doctor as he started reattaching the tubes that Teflon had snatched out of her. He assumed she had awaken and wigged out at the sight of everything, which he thought to be normal in her case, after experiencing such a traumatic event days ago. He himself couldn't believe how such a beautiful looking woman could be mixed up in such an ugly ordeal and have dealings with a man of the young man's caliber that he had read about in the newspaper and seen plastered all over the news, but had he known the extent of there bond and relationship he would not have been so quick to doubt Teflon's ruthlessness. He had left the newspaper on the night stand next to her bed for whenever she awoke, figuring she would want to know the outcome of the serious situation she had just survived, which he felt she was probably forced into. How could she have gone along with such a plan on her own free will as innocent as she appeared to look, but because he had grown up with practically a silver spoon in his mouth and was na've as green as artificial grass when it came to the streets he was only like a judge a book by its cover without knowing the truth and depths of the contents inside. 'It's good to see you awake. We thought we were going to lose you, but you're a strong young woman.' Teflon watched him as his hand slid under the hospital blanket with the intent of reconnecting the tube that was once stuck in her side. She felt his hand brush up against her bare hips and flinched. No other man had touched her body in over twelve years besides Treacherous and the thought of the doctor's foreign hand on her brought chills through her body. 'I got it,' she said, moving the doctor's hand. 'Oh, I'm sorry,' said the doctor, thinking he had hurt her. 'Are you sore?' 'Yeah, a little.' 'Alright. I'll see to it that you get something to help with the pain and for infections as well. You took a nasty hit. It was iffy in the operating room.' 'How long was I unconscious?' Teflon asked. 'Four days.' 'Damn. What about the baby? How long have I been pregnant?' she asked. 'You mean you didn't know?' the doctor asked, surprised. 'If I did I wouldn't have asked,' replied Teflon with attitude becoming agitated. The doctor caught the hostility mixed with sarcasm and blamed it on Teflon's condition. 'you're five weeks pregnant.' Teflon thought back to the last time she and Treacherous had made love and began to smile at the thought, as tears streamed down her face once again. Their last encounter was the time she had awoke only to find Treacherous masturbating with one hand while he had his other one between her thighs. She remembered all too well and realized that had she not replaced his hand with her love box that day, she would not have a part of him growing inside of her. Adding this new piece to the equation caused Teflon to rethink her plans. There was nothing else she wanted more in life than to join Treacherous wherever he was, whether it be heaven or hell, but because of the five-week old life that dwelled inside of her, her plans to meet up with her better half would have to be delayed and there reunion would have to be put on hold; at least for another seven months.
Chapter One
''All rise for the Honorable Judge William H. Braswell of the District of Virginia.'' Teflon sighed in frustration as she struggled to lift herself up out of the wooden courtroom chair. She was sick and tired of being lugged back and forth to court month after month for something she already knew the final outcome of. It had been a long and drawn out case she felt. When she first laid eyes on the jurors who would determine her fate there was no doubt in her mind what type of verdict would be handed down. Seeing them over to her far right now, and the way they stared and murmured amongst themselves only confirmed Teflon's thoughts. The only reason she had actually taken her case to trial was because she knew it was what Treacherous would have wanted her to do.'' We fighters babe, we go hard or go home,'' he would always say to her, Teflon recalled. She fought to suppress her emotions at the thought of her other half as a sharp pain jolted through the small of her back. Between the spasms she had been having since the gun shot wound she was recovering from and the nine month old life growing inside of her, her movement was turtle like and painful. As tough as she was, she was no match for the battle she had been going through with the life inside of her. Noticing her facial expressions, her attorney made an attempt to aid her. It was apparent to him that she was in pain, but he was stopped in his tracks by her sudden expression that spoke volumes, making it perfectly clear to him that his services were not welcomed nor needed. After representing her for the last eight months, he had grown accustomed to her nonchalant and cold demeanor so he was not at all surprised that she had declined his help. Teflon stood in front of the table with her hair pulled back in a pony tail sporting her grey county sweat-suit and county issued tennis shoes. She used the table to brace herself as the judge entered the courtroom. The additional twenty one pounds she put on between the baby and jail made it that much more difficult for her to stand. The weight was un- comfortable for her and she couldn't wait to shed both it and the baby and get back to her normal size nine/ten. ''Please be seated,'' the judge instructed ''Umph'' Teflon grunted as another spasm shot through her lower back. 'This is the trial of the United States of America versus Teflon Jackson, counsels state your names for the record.'' 'Your honor, Mark Stanford of the public defenders office of Norfolk for the defense,'' announced Teflon attorney ''Christopher Malloy District Attorney of Norfolk for the prosecution your Honor.'' '' If I'm correct, today is the final day of this trial,' the judge stated skimming through the paper-work before him. 'Counsels will deliver their closing arguments and remarks and the jury will render a verdict based on the information and evidence that has been presented to them throughout this trial. Counsel are you ready to proceed?'' '' Yes your honor, '' both counsels replied. 'Mr. Stanford.'' This was the moment of the truth, thought Mark Stanford. He took one look back at Teflon and slightly shook his head in disbelief as he sighed to himself. In exchanged, Teflon stared him right in the eyes, unfazed by his sympathetic eyes. He couldn't believe how hard core Teflon was and had been throughout the entire time of his representation. In his thirteen years of practice as a public defender, he had never encountered a client more difficult and rebellious then Teflon Jackson. In the eight months he had been her lawyer, from day one she was un- cooperative. It had been like pulling teeth trying to get her to open up in order to assist him in trying to soften the blow of what he knew was her inevitable fate according to what he had read and discovered about the case. There were a few angles and approaches he would have liked to have taken for her defense but Teflon refused to talk with him after stating she wanted to go to trial. She wouldn't budge even when he tried to appeal to her maternal side still, she rejected the notion of helping him help her, so his only defense was based on the lack of evidence they actually had against her. Attorney Stanford sympathized with the pregnant young woman, but due to his heavy work load and promising cases of clients who were willing to help themselves as well as the government in exchange for leniency, he was all too happy to be bringing this particular case to a close. Mark Stanford took a sip of the ice water that sat before him and cleared his throat. ''Members of the jury,'' he started as he walked from behind the courts table and adjusted his tri- color neck tie. ''In the past few months you have heard allegations from the prosecution against my client that literally makes her out to look like not only this modern day Bonnie from the historical Bonnie & Clyde, but also this stoned -cold killer. As you know Ms. Jackson is being charged with multiple counts of conspiracy to commit armed robbery in the first degree and conspiracy to commit murder in the first.' He let the accusations of the charges linger before he continued. 'But what she is being accused of and charged with is not the case here today. No,'' he paused. ''The case here is what evidence has been presented to substantiate these allegations against my client.' He paused again then pivoted. 'The prosecution would like you to be convinced that my client, Ms. Teflon Jackson conspired to connect armed robbery, but yet he failed to produce any surveillance video clearly showing my clients direct involvement in the allegation. Nor was he able to produce a witness from inside the bank that could testify to the fact of whether or not my client was held against her own free will by the diseased Mr. Treacherous Freeman.'' His words and the mentioning of Treacherous name instantly gained her attention and rubbed Teflon the wrong way. She had no idea or clue as to her attorney's closing arguments and really didn't care up until the time he had just tried to portray her as the victim and her other half as the villain. She was tempted to jump up and set the record straight, but Treacherous words danced in her head as if he were right beside her in her ear. 'Using emotions over intellect is never justifiable,'' she heard him repeating. Why the fuck you leave me like this, Teflon questioned in her mind staring up to the ceiling as if Treacherous were up there looking down at her. She grabbed a napkin off the table to wipe her left nostril. It began to run. She sat up and became attentive as her lawyer continued. 'The prosecution states that my client is guilty of conspiracy to commit MURDER,'' attorney Stanford said with emphasis's turning to face Teflon pointing in her direction. He could tell she was not too pleased by the comment he had made about her deceased boyfriend. He knew he would be treading on thin ice with her by painting the picture he just had, but it was the only way he felt he could help spare her life. He was fully aware of the bond the couple shared. He had found out first hand a few months back, when he had made the fatal mistake of merely referring to Treacherous as this guy and making mention of him being deceased. At forty-three years old, standing at five feet ten inches, tipping the scales at two hundred- fifteen pounds, he had never been so afraid of someone who he outweighed and felt he'd out matched in his life that day. And to top it off, it had been a woman that had instilled this fear within him. It wasn't anything she had done - but what she had said, and how she had said it, that sent chills throughout Mark Stanford's entire body. He couldn't help but replay the words that invaded his sleep many of nights in his head.'' If you ever speak of my deceased loved one in vein in my presence ever again you're gonna meet him.'' The calm manner in which she spoke convinced him that she meant every word of it. His first instinct was to report the incident and abandon the case, but his curiousness overpowered his decision. He wanted to see how this particular case unfolded and wanted to be the one who played a part in its unfold. 'But yet instill, none of the murder weapons retrieved from the crime scene possessed my clients finger prints.' His words caused Teflon to peer over towards the juror's direction. She noticed a few puzzled and quizzical expressions on a few of their faces. She knew that key element of her case would stir up some if not a great deal of confusion amongst them. That was something she herself was confused about initially, knowing her involvement like she knew the back of her own hand. As she played the tapes back to the event, there was no a doubt in her mind that she had hit at least one of the officers when they came out of Bank of America before she herself took one in the side. The only explanation possible she could come up with was that Treacherous had wiped her prints off the gun she used, but why? That was something she would not get the answer to until the two of them met up in the future she reasoned. Teflon listened as her attorney continued. 'Yes, my client is guilty. But not guilty of the charges she sits here with child being accused of.'' Attorney Stanford paused for a second time to let the statement about Teflon being with child marinate. 'The only thing my client is guilty of here today is loving a man too much and too hard,'' he said. He really wanted to say, 'Loving the wrong man,' but he didn't want to go over-board with offending his client. Teflon's threat months ago sat at the forefront of his mind and he thought better of it. 'And that ladies and gentleman is not why my client is on trial here today. I hope you take all that I've said into account when making your ruling.' Attorney Stanford ended with a bow and walked back around the table where Teflon sat. The two exchanged quick glances. Teflon gave her attorney no indication that she approved of his argument and he wasn't looking for one. After all, it was his job. District Attorney Christopher Malloy skimmed through his notes one last time before he stood. He then looked over at Teflon who felt his eyes on her. 'What the fuck you lookin' at?'' She mumbled under her breath just enough for him to hear and read her lips. The DA smiled and pushed his glasses up on his face. He had no sympathy what so ever for the female criminal who sat across from him. According to the evidence there was no doubt in his mind or heart that Teflon Jackson deserved all that she would receive and then some after a verdict was handed down. Despite what he was able to produce to build a strong case against her, he was confident the jury would render the right decision and continue to keep the female menace to society off the streets. It was DA Malloy's intent to push for the maximum penalties once providing the verdict was what he believed it would be. '' Ladies and gentlemen the jury Despite what council says the prosecution failed to produce. There has been evidence presented to you that clearly shows that the accused is in fact guilty if the charges she stands trial for. Evidence showed that Ms. Teflon Jackson and Mr. Treacherous Freeman exited the Norfolk Virginia branch of Bank of America with weapons and were involved in gun battle with police. Evidence clearly showed that their was a high speed pursuit for Ms. Jackson and the deceased, endangered the welfare of other pedestrians and law enforcement Evidence showed that the vehicle used as the get a way car was in fact the same car that was car jacked at a local McDonalds resulted in two murders. Evidence also shows that during this crime spree six state police officers and four federal agents were killed in the line of duty, which five others were wounded. I'm not standing before you trying to convince you to speculate or even try to figure out what I didn't or why I didn't present the evidence council said I failed to produce. All I ask is that you look at the evidence that was presented to you by the counts and based on that and that alone render the decision that you feels fit. Thank you,' DA Malloy clasped his hands together and ended with a slight bow to the jury. He then prevented and returned to the table opposite of Teflon and her attorney. She rolled her eyes at the District Attorney as he flashed her before. When he sat down, he looked over at Teflon again, who now had a gun of her own plastered across her face. He had no way of knowing that Teflon was visualizing Treacherous pistol whipping him with the butt of his gun while she stood there and watched. ''Members of the jury. You have heard both arguments in the case of The United States of America verses Teflon Jackson. It is your duty after hearing both parties and based on the evidence presented before you, that beyond a reasonable doubt a decision is made. It's now 10:45 am the court will recess for an hour while the jury returns to chambers. Bailiff, please escort the jury back to chambers. '' The judge ordered with gavel and hearing that, the two the front marshals setting tow rows behind Teflon and her attorney stood and approached the front of the courtroom ''Ms. Jackson, please stand and turn around,'' the female marshal requested with hand cuffs in hand. Teflon exhaled and complied, the cuffs were then placed around her waists. '' Too tight?'' the marshal asked Teflon answered with a nod. '' I'll be back there to see you shortly.'' Her attorney announced as Teflon was escorted through the court and to the federal holding cell. She didn't bother to acknowledge that she had heard his words. Attorney Stanford and the male federal marshal exchanged mutual lunches. In their line of work they were all to use to detainees acting the way Teflon was. ''Okay, let me get these cuffs off you '' the federal marshal said. ''I'll be back to check on you periodically and I'll see if I can get you a pillow or blanket, the female marshal added as she locked Teflon in the bull pin. Being a mother herself, she empathized for Teflon. She recognized labor symptoms when she saw them. She knew Teflon would deliver her child any day now. The female marshal shook her head in sadness at Teflon's present condition and situation as she and her parties exited the holding quarters. Teflon hold on the bullpen's bench slowly made her way to the floor. The bench was too small and uncomfortable for her so she chose the floor instead, using the edge of the bench for support. In just under an hour she would receive closure on this chapter of her life. Despite her attorney's best attempt to defend her, Teflon knew she would not be walking up out of her situation scot free not now, not later or if at all. And she had come to terms with herself with that. And when she felt she could no longer take it, she'd meet up with Treacherous again. She lifted up her sweatshirt and white tee underneath and began rubbing her stomach in a circular motion as images of her last moments with her other half flashed through her mind. ''Treach,'' yelled Teflon as she pointed her 380 and nine millimeter butler in the direction of the police and began squeezing the triggers. '' Babe get in! '' Treacherous yelled over to Teflon, attempting to cover her as police returned fire.'' Treach , I'm losing a lot of blood,'' cried Teflon as she applied pressure to the right side of her hip in attempt to minimized the bleeding. 'Just hold on Boo I got you, You gonna be aight We gonna make it up outta this shit, and I'mma get you to a hospital. Tef? Tef?'' 'Huh.' 'Wake up baby don't fall asleep. Stay awake you hear me ?'' Teflon could feel him rubbing her hair. ''Daddy I'm weak and it's cold.'' 'Tef! Man the fuck up you aight . Shake that shit off. Stop all that mufuckin whinnin and shit and man the fuck up!' 'Who the fuck you yellin at boy?' 'Boo my bad don't talk save your strength,'' Treacherous said moving Teflon's hair from out of her face. 'Don't start bitchin' up now, mufucka.'' Despite her condition she managed to smile. 'Fuck you,'' Treacherous smiled back. 'Boo hold on. We're almost there.'' Teflon heard Treacherous words but could not respond. She was slipping in and out of consciousness. 'Tef,'' she heard her lover call out again but still she was unable to respond again, Treacherous voice was muffled and his words because inaudible. 'Teflon!'' was the last word she heard before she lost full consciousness. 'Ms. Jackson.' Hearing her name snapped Teflon out of her daze. When she looked up her lawyer was standing outside the holding cell. She raised her sweatshirt and wiped her entire face. Her trip down memory lane made her emotional. She was mad at herself for allowing her attorney to witness her in that state. Out of respect, Mark Stanford pretended not to notice by going thru his cellular phone for no particular reason. Teflon made an effort to stand up. 'No please, don't get up,'' her attorney advised. 'I was just coming to let you know that the juries should be returning in about twenty more minutes. The marshal will be to get you in about ten. Honestly, I have to say Ms. Jackson I have a good feeling bout this case. I think the juries may possibly rule in your favor,'' attorney Stanford made a failed attempt to council his client. His words were more so for himself. This was his fourth trial case and so far he was three for three, hoping to add a fourth one to win the case and claimed he felt they would, but in the back of his mind he was not totally convinced of the final outcome, And his clients uncaring facial expressions did nothing to his confidence level. 'I'll see you back in the courtroom,' Teflon's attorney dryly remarked, again shaking his head in disbelief about how nonchalantly she was acting. 'Has the jury reached a verdict?' 'Yes we have your honor,'' the middle age white female juror replied 'Ms. Jackson, please face the jury.'' Teflon slightly turned her head toward the jury. The judge shot her a look of disgust 'Ms. Jackson, please turn and face the jury,'' he repeated. He had just about enough of the pregnant woman's court antics. 'Tsk!'' Teflon sucked her teeth and shifted her direction towards the jury. 'Juror number one, please stand and read your verdict.'' The juror did she was told and stood and unfolded the white piece of paper she held in hand, faced the judge then began to read. 'We the jurors, in the case of the United States of America verses Teflon Jackson find that on the charges of conspiracy to commit armed robbery in the first degree on counts one three sixteen, we find the defendant,'' she paused, turning her attention to Teflon. 'Guilty on all counts'' Teflon's lawyer dropped his head and placed his head in the palm of his hand. Teflon only smirked. She was not at all surprised at the verdict as far as she was concerned the juror did not have to finish. 'On the charges of conspiracy to commit murder in the first degree, on counts one three thirteen, we find the defendant Guilty as charged.'' Just as the first, the second conviction did not faze Teflon. She had already mentally prepared for the verdicts. After all, she was guilty of the charges she stood trial for. Life as she knew it was literally over for her the day they had taken Treacherous from her. Besides the life she carried inside her, she had no other reason to live for. Mentally and emotionally she was already dead, no there was nothing more they could do to her she felt. The DA had the look of victory plastered across his face as he stood. 'Bitch ass nigga,'' Teflon murmured just loud enough for the DA to hear as the two made eye contact. 'Your honor, the prosecution is moving to impose the maximum penalties under the federal guide lines against Ms. Jackson ,'' The DA burst out, breaking his stare with Teflon. 'I object your honor,'' Teflon's attorney hops up and rebut. 'My client.' 'Your client is an un- remorseful menace to society and threat to our community,'' the DA quickly snapped back, cutting Teflon's attorney short of his words 'Fuck you, you gay ass muthafucka !'' Teflon lashed out insulted by the District Attorney's statement. 'Order!'' The judge demands, repeatedly banging his gavel. The marshals were now out of their seats, rushing towards the potential altercation, seeing Teflon attempting to rise up out of her chair. 'Ms. Jackson, we will not'' 'I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck !'' Teflon screamed before the judge could complete his sentence. By now the marshals had reached Teflon. 'Calm down Ms. Jackson,' the female marshal advised as she took hold of Teflon's left arm . The other marshal said nothing. He grabbed her by her right one. 'Fuck that kill me now.'' The DA put distance between he and Teflon fearful of what could possibly happen next. The jurors were bewildered at Teflon's sudden out burst and become afraid of the wild woman. They were immediately escorted out of the courtroom. 'I don't give a fuck, kill, ugh!'' Teflon bellied over and grabbed hold of her stomach. 'Ms Jackson are you okay?'' her attorney was the first to ask. 'Demitri, call an EMT I think she's going into labor, the female marshal instructed. Teflon continued to scream in agony. Her cries shook the courtroom walls. 'Holy cow,'' Teflon's attorney shouted. Everyone attention was immediately drawn to her lawyer wanting to know what had stifled him. 'She's bleeding.'' When they looked down they saw the burgundy stained between her legs. 'Where's that EMT, She's hemorrhaging,'' the female marshal yelling seeing her partner reentered the courtroom. 'On their way. Be here in five.'' He replied 'Tell 'em to make it two,'' She retorted. Teflon was uttering something to herself. The female marshal assumed she was trying to say something and moved in closer. 'Ms. Jackson, I don't understand you, I need you to speak clearer.'' Teflon said her mind. She was somewhere else. The female marshal continued to try to make out her words with no avail .Just as the EMT burst through the courtroom door, the female marshal was almost curtain she had figured out what Teflon had been chanting. To be sure, she moved in closer until Teflon's lips were nearly touching her lobe, 'Treacherous I love you,'' was what she had heard right before Teflon Jackson had passed out.
Chapter Two Teflon awake to a handcuffed wrist to a hospital gurney and take running from her body to machines her body was sore. The scenery was like dejavu to her as she recalled the last time she landed herself in the hospital. Only how she came about being transported to the facility and why was different. Teflon remembered going into labor and losing consciousness inside the courtroom as she reflected back, the thought of her and Treacherous child came to light in her mind where was her baby she wondered? Then it dawned on her. The last words she had heard before she blacked out were that she was hemorrhaging. Her chest began to tighten and her mouth became dry. There was no doubt in her mind she had lost the one thing that would have kept her and Treacherous connected for life. Teflon could not believe she had a miscarried as she felt her stomach with her free hand. Something didn't feel right to her. She slid the hospital sheet to the side and hiked the hospital dress up over her waist. When she looked down, Teflon saw that her stomach possessed staples. They had cut her open she instantly became enraged. Not only had she lost her child, but was left with a scar that would remind her for the rest of her life. In the nine months she had the little life growing inside of her, Teflon had grown to love her expected arrival despite knowing she would have to detach herself from it. Now there was no need to. Teflon became emotional bothered by the thought. There had only been three living creatures in the world that Teflon had ever love, One, her mother, Treacherous being the second, and their un-born child being the third. And none of the three existed any longer. With that in mind just as the last time she ended up in the hospital, Teflon thought to end her own life. The only reason she had lasted this long was for the baby's sake. But now there was no real reason for her to live any longer. Her eyes searched around the room looking for something within reaching distance to aid her in her departure. For the second time, Teflon began snatching the tubes out of herself with her free hand, only to be interrupted by a loud cry. 'Sssh, don't,' the young white nurse said to the little infant wrapped up in the powder blue blanket. She was so engulfed with trying to quiet the baby that she never noticed that Teflon was awake let alone her pulling the tubes out. Teflon's heart skipped a beat seeing the nurse holding the screaming baby. 'Ooh,'' the nurse said startled. By the time she had looked up, Teflon had ceased her behavior. 'Didn't know you were awake,'' she remarked over the babies cries, while rocking and putting the infant on the back. 'I've been bringing him in here everyday for the past few days to see you.'' Him, Teflon heard the young nurse say. Hearing she had conceived a boy made her smile on the inside. She was hoping to have a son to carry on his father's legacy. 'Look, mommies woke,' she said child like to Teflon's son. 'He's very handsome,'' she added bringing the baby closer to Teflon. One look at her son and Teflon's heart melted like fried ice cream. For that brief moment, her black heart was replaced with a pin cushion. She didn't feel like the gang stress she always portrayed. She felt like a woman a mother. 'You wanna hold 'em?' the nurse asked already handing the infant over to Teflon. She cuddled her son with her free hand and looked at him and could see he was the spitting image of Treacherous. 'Little Treach,' She whispered. Just as she was about to lift her son up and embraced him with a kiss, her room door flew up and two federal agents appeared. 'Mam. Please take the child from the detained,' one of the agents instructed. His words snapped Teflon back to reality. The nurse took hold of Teflon's son. 'Sorry she whispered with a genuinely sympathetic smile right before she hurried out the room. Teflon knew that would be the last time she would see or hold her son again. On the day she was sentenced to 480 months in a West Virginia federal prison, she also signed her son, who she named Treacherous Antwan Freeman Junior over to the state of Virginia.
Chapter Three Four years later'. Teflon had just completed her last set of calisthenics consisting of twenty sets of ten pull- ups, twenty-five push-ups, and twenty dips. She then made her way over to the royal blue plastic mat to get in her ten sets of a hundred count crunches before she made her way to the tack for her cardiovascular work-out consisting of a two mile daily ritual that she had been following religiously for the past three and a half years. Since being at West Virginia Federal Institution, Teflon had diligently through herself into working 'out. The ending result, she had built body to die for. Her arms were muscular in a feminine way, and her traps and shoulders were toned. Even through the sports bra and the short tee she wore you could see the separation and perkiness in her breasts despite how full chest she was. Her mid was flat and cut and the perspiration that glistered over her entire body enhanced the definition in her stomach and high-lighted the tattoo she now had of the mug-shot of Treacherous she had gotten from a newspaper clipping during her trial, along with the words 'The Last American Gangsta'' replacing the scars she bore from the C-section and gun-shot wound. Her waistline was smaller then she could ever recall it being, but her hips and ass had spread like smooth butter in hot toast, complimentary of the squats and thirsts she'd incorporated into her work out regime. When she worked out her ass checks protruded and cuffed underneath with each exercise set. Straight women envied from afar, while gay women lusted from a close distance. They either all wanted to be her, be with her, or be around her but Teflon didn't allow none of those luxuries. She had made it perfectly clear or rather showed those who thought it was a game that she was not to be reckoned with and was not there to make friends. During Teflon's first three weeks on the compound a six foot dark- skinned, 200 plus pound manly looking butch from Philadelphia tried to enter the shower with her. At the time, Teflon was pre-occupied with washing her face on the butch slid in undetected. But the foreign touch around her waist and body pressed up against her own wet flesh from behind was enough to trigger her off in instantly causing her to spring into action in record breaking time before the brawly woman could realize she had made a fatal mistake, Teflon had already slipped out her grays and spin around with rapid speed. In one motion, she head butted the butch. Because of the height difference, Teflon's blow was delivered to the woman's nose. You could hear the crunching sound on impact as blood sprayed the shower walls. By the time the facility rovers arrived, Teflon was sitting on top of the whale of a woman, strangling the life out of her with her towel. Because of the Philadelphia woman's history of similar incidents, she was transferred to Danbury Federal Correctional Institution in Connecticut and Teflon served six months in lock up then was returned back to general population. The fact that 'Big Bertha,'' as she was known as, was the most feared and highly respected on the compound, and word had gather out that Teflon was the one who they had all heard of or read about as being the female who stood trial for the modern day Bonnie and Clyde case, she had now earned and gained that respect and fear from her peers. Teflon dressed in her khaki prison issued uniform after she had groomed up for the day and made her way towards the dayroom. Count for the facility had just cleared moments ago like clock work and Teflon had hurried to be one of the first that made it in and out of the shower before mail call. For the past three and a half years mail call had actually been the high light of her days in the woman's prison. It had been the letters she had been receiving faithfully over the years that had kept her sanity intact and giving her a reason to want to continue to live. Teflon had entered the dayroom just as the officers began pulling the rubber banned stacks of mail out of the big beige mail bag. Teflon played the back-ground, posted up against the dayroom's wall her while the officer sounded off with her mail call. This was where she had stood day in and out. All the other female inmates became accustomed to Teflon positioning herself to the section by the dayroom door and made it there business not to invade her spot or space. 'Teflon Jackson,'' the officer called out. 'Right here, ''Teflon answered making her way to the front of the room. The dayroom parted like the red sea as she navigated her way to the officer. Normally in the back, but no one besides the officer never touched Teflon's mail and that's the way she wanted it. Teflon got her letter and made her way to her room. She sat on her bottom bunk, removed the staple out of the envelope that held it together, and began to read. 'I greet you with the highest salutations of peace and wish you may blessings upon receiving this missive. Teflon always smiled at the opening remarks. They had always been the same from day one. No other man had ever made her smile like that other then Treacherous, up until now. She continued to read the letter. 'So how is my daughter 'in-law? I know it's a question I already know the answer to but it's always a beautiful thing to hear it in your own words. As for this ole man. I'm as strong as an ox and not just physically, and smart as a fox, sharper then a nail, with patience like a snail. The Creator continues to bless me to live to see and fight another day, just as He is doing for you. By the time you receive this letter, it with official be my twenty-second year behind these walls, and still my health and sanity are intact. I'm getting closer and closer to seeing daylight at the end of the tunnel. Five and a half more years to go. That's a small thing to a giant like myself. You know the only reason I speak about time is not to get you to monitor it, but to motivate you to beat it. Don't let 'em win, if I can do it so can you. We are cut from the same cloth- same fabric- same texture. Utilize that time wisely. When you walk out that door, no matter when it is, because you will, I'll be standing right there waiting for you with open arms, and you can take that to the bank. Smile.'' Teflon couldn't help but chuckle to herself. It never failed. He had always slid a joke or pun in reference to a bank in all his letters. 'Speaking about utilizing your time wisely, I just finished reading the last four chapters you sent me of the book. Man, sister you sure can write. I know you got some more for me so I'm waiting. It's not only an enjoyable, It's also a powerful yet emotional one, three things that comprises of good book and I'm not just saying that because you're the writer and it's about you and my son. I know I've said it before and you tell me to stop saying it, but I appreciate you, sharing your past with me through these chapters, and for allowing me the opportunity to know things about my son that I never knew and he would have never offered to share. The two of you have indeed been thru hell and back. You two remind me so much of Teresa and me. I know you were thinking about changing the title of the book but I think it's appropriate for it. It doesn't get any better then 'The Story of Treacherous and Teflon. It wouldn't make since to name it anything else. I hope you reconsider and keep that. Still know news about the whereabouts of my grandson? The system is crazy. Don't worry though. As promised, the first foot I step outside these walls I will be on my J-O-B getting some answers. Like I told you before, I gave you my word that I will find little Treach if he's anywhere in the State of Virginia. With that being said, until our pens meet paper again, which in our case will be the following day, stay strong, stay focused, and stay blessed. Always Yours Truly R. Robinson.'' Teflon ended the letter and placed it back in the envelope. Six days a week for the past three years and some change she had been receiving letters from Treacherous father. She remembered how skeptical and hesitant she was when another female inmate from out of Virginia Beach had approached her with the letter that was not to her though a letter from the girls boyfriend who was in Petersburg Federal Prison with Richie Gunz . The first time it was brought to her she refused to accept. Two days later she sought the girl out and found that she'd still possessed it. When she read it the letters brought tears to her eyes. It had taken her a week to respond back. When she did it opened up a lone of communication and a bond that Teflon knew would last forever. Sometimes when she read Richie's letters his words reminded her so much of Treacherous. She could see where Treacherous had gotten his strength from and how he naturally commanded respect. She enjoyed hearing from him just as much as she enjoyed writing back. It was him who had suggested she write about she and Treacherous relationship and how their bond was formed It seemed like a crazy idea at first but a year ago, one mysterious night, she dreamed about her and Treacherous lives from the time They'd first met in the Norfolk Detention Center up until the time of his denies. It was that very same night she had gotten up and emotions pour out and onto paper. Teflon put the letter in her locker and retrieved her walkman along with her note pad and pen. She had been thinking all day about writing the new chapter she intended to write this evening. Each chapter she had this far written had been emotional for her because they involved Treacherous, but it were the ones like she had to work on tonight that made her mess and long for her other half the most. She opened up her notepad and began to write. 'Chapter fourteen. For the love of riding. Bikes all shapes and sizes and colors from Ducattis. Hiabusas, R1's CBR's, Suzuki's to Yamaha's flooded the streets of Richard Gold Bowl weekend. Male and female riders displayed bike trucks and stunts such as indo's, burn 'outs 360's pop up wheelies, standing up and bunny hops with and without back seat passengers. Asses twice the size of mine with mere g- strings and thongs rode on the backs of their boyfriends and girlfriends street machines as they raced and performed for on-lookers and fellow bikers. Treacherous and I blended in like chameleon's as we rode long side of one another with our customized bikes with helmets to match. Combined with all we had invested into our babes they were estimated valued a hundred grand easy, between the chrome pipes, alloy rims, customized seats and original bodies, our bikes were a sight to see. This was our first time Treacherous and I had bought the particular bikes out. We normally used our R-1's or Ducatti's when we were putting in work, but because the distance between Richmond and where we lived in Tide Water Treacherous wanted the most powerful bikes we possessed to pull off the score. Our bikes had parts from the Hiabusa's, R-1's, and Ducatti's, we called them 'HARDS''. We scanned the area for at least three hours before we finally zeroed in on some potential prospects, and potential they had. Next to us, they definitely had the hottest bikes out that night. Not to mention the fact that they had the most jewelry on and most females flocking around them. To us, that meant money. The way these jokers looked there was no doubt they were packing paper, judging by the type of females that lingered in the area. They were posted up on the side If Virginia Union Stadium rotating at least ten blunts in the cipher of bikers and groupies, while throwing back cans of Bud-Light and white liquor. It was six of them total. Their bikes had Texas plates. It was plain to see that the largest of the six with the opened leather biker vest, with no shirt on, revealing his Chi-a- pet chest and one too many kegs of beer belly was the head man of the crew. Both Treacherous and I gave each other Knowing looks. We had come across licks like this countless of times so how we handled it would be no different. 'Ready babe?' Treacherous asked already knowing the answer to his own question. He knew I hated when he asked me that and did it on purpose to get a spark out of me. As always I ignored his question and shot it right back at him. 'You ready'' He smirked and drew one of the two silencer weapons he possessed behind him. I did the same as we rode up on the small bike party. 'Poom Poom Poom.'' The first shot Treacherous delivered split the leader's head like a corn- roll part the second and third ones tore into his mid in succession like darts in a bulls eye. The groupie nearest let out a loud scream only to be silenced by the barrel of my glock. Thanks to the loud music and other party goers her cries went unnoticed. Before anyone could make any sudden move, Treacherous and I had already secured the perimeter. Everyone was oblivious as to what was taking place over the blind sided area the Texas bikers were posted up in. 'If you don't wanna end up like this fat mu'fucka here you better come up off of every mu ' fuckin thing you got from your neck down, think it's a game,' Treacherous growled. 'Shut the fuck up,'' I told the groupie. 'You aint got shit we want.'' Out of fear they silenced themselves. Quickly the other five bikers began un-assing themselves of all of their prize possessions and monies, and started dumping it in the nap sack Treacherous had pulled out. The shook bikers were pulling shit out their ass. When Treacherous told them to put their guns in the bag too, I couldn't believe my ears. 'We aint packin, he the only on dat was strapped cuz,' one of the bikers volunteered, referring to the one Treacherous had made an example of. Here it was these jokers was out here in VA trying to get their ball on knowing we played the murder game in Virginia, especially in Richmond when it came to anybody that came from out of state and only one of them traveled with a burner between the six of them. I had to laugh at that one. 'Yall some dumb asses,' Treacherous spit as he pulled out his Rambo knife. Eyes widened at the sight of it. One by one, he plunged The knife into the front and back tires of each bike. We then back pedaled to our own bikes. Before we pulled off, Treacherous shot each biker in the knee cap. 'Next time bring back up,' he clowned the injured bikers and then we were off and in the wind. It always turned me on to see my man in action just as I know it did the same with him whenever I got gangstress with it. As we darted up Chamberlain and then onto I- 95 north, twenty minutes up the interstate Treacherous signaled for me to pull off onto the exit. When we reached the enter-section and he lifted his helmet up, I was not surprised by the words that came out his mouth. 'Babe that shit got my dick hard as hell the way we just took them Bamas.'' 'I know my shit was drippin' watchin' you handle them clowns,'' was my response I knew it turned him on even more when I talked just as dirtier and rough as him. 'We gotta do something,'' he then said I Knew that was coming next. We rode for another fifteen minutes through town before we found an opened field. I followed as Treacherous did a hundred and twenty miles per hour through the open land. Once he had come to a complete stop, he was off his bike tossing his helmet before I was able to fully park mine. He approached and prevented me from exiting my bike. 'Nah stay right there,' he ordered I took my helmet off and tossed it near his. He leaned into kiss me I wrapped my arms around his neck and passionately returned his. He reached down and unfastened my black seven jeans, then my legs around him to make it easier for him. He reached back and snatched off one of my riding boots and slid my left leg out while holding me up in mid air, and did the same with the right, Then sat me back on my bike. I hurried unloosened his belt and pushed both his jeans and boxer briefs down to his thighs. I looked down and saw his rock hard pulsating. Instantly my inner thighs moistened enhanced. He hiked me up and slid his hardness inside my wetness. I arched my back and embraced him, all of him. He held me by the waist and bent my back over the seat of my bike. His strength enabled him to sex me in mid- air, having my back barely touching the seat. His thirsts were hard and deep. I know he was totally turned on when he sexed me like this. I couldn't do anything but to enjoy it. With each thirst my inner walls creamed. When his pace increased and his strokes became rabbit like, I knew my sex muscles had gotten the best of him. He sprayed me inside with his love juices until he had no more left. He was winded and I was pleased. Pleased that I had satisfied my man and he had satisfied me. 'I love the fuck outta you,' he said still trying to gain control of his breathing. 'You better,' I replied. Afterwards, we made it back to Norfolk in record breaking time. When we got home we were both surprised to see that each bankroll the Texas bikers had tossed in the knapsack was full of hundred dollar bulk no less than ten stacks each. That night we had come off with seventy gees, not including the jewels.'' Teflon closed her not pad and returned it to her locker. Her sex was both throbbing as well as wet. She could feel her inner thighs dampening as she relieved one of her and Treacherous capers and heated sex-capades. She locked her locker and made her way to the bathroom. There, she pleasured herself to images of Treacherous in her mind. Once she brought herself to an orgasm, she re-showered and responded back to Rich's letter before she took it down for the evening.
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