Friend or Foe: Brice Simpson Hood Mysteries by Imani Black

Author:Imani Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2020-04-22T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Brice

Brice was exhausted by the time he finished breaking up the fight between his mother and his sister. Things had gone far, and Brice had decided that Ciara needed to get out of his mother’s house. Things had escalated, but Brice kept his cool when she ran off. He had no choice. She was an adult now. Brice stayed until his mother’s valium set in and she fell off to sleep. He didn’t know anymore how he was going to navigate being caught between his mother and his sister. It was getting to be a bit much.

Brice drove his truck to his house and pulled in front. The sky was dark, and he could barely see the front of his house.

“What the fuck happened to the light?” Brice grumbled as he moved the cone that he used to save his parking spot.

He climbed back into the SUV to park it in the spot. As Brice put the truck into park, he noticed a shadowy figure running away from his front door. Fear caused adrenaline to pump through his veins, despite all the training he’d received. He reached under his jacket for his weapon.

Brice frantically swung the SUV door open and exited, sliding on a slick spot of oil on the street. “Fuck,” he huffed.

Getting his balance, Brice rushed toward his house, gun in hand, but it was too late. The dark figure disappeared down the street.

With his chest heaving in and out, Brice swallowed hard and slowly approached his gaping front door with caution.

What the fuck?

The only sound Brice could hear was his own heavy breathing. Moving methodically, Brice dipped his head in and out of the doorway as if he were bobbing for apples. He didn’t see anyone inside.

With his gun out in front of him, he slowly moved inside. With his back against a wall, he dipped in one more time. He didn’t see anyone. Brice cleared himself to enter, all the while maintaining a two-handed grip on his weapon.

Once he felt the immediate area was clear, he stuck his hand inside and clicked on the light in the foyer. Inching around inside the house, making sure to keep his back against the walls, Brice searched his entire house. Nothing. He exhaled a windstorm of breath and relaxed a little bit.

“The fuck?” Brice cursed aloud, confused about how someone would’ve gotten through the locks on his doors, and even more confused about who would want to break into his house.

He shoved his gun back into his holster and walked back toward the front door. Just as he rounded the corner from his living room, he bumped into someone.

“Whoa!” Brice yelped and jumped, reaching for his weapon and aiming.

The person he’d bumped into let out a small scream and put his hands up over his head.

“Mr. P, what the hell? You scared me. I could’ve shot you,” Brice gasped, placing his gun back in the holster. Although he would’ve clearly had the upper hand, Brice was completely unnerved by the entire encounter.

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