Stripped by Stacy Deanne

Author:Stacy Deanne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bwwm romance, interracial romance, romantic suspense
Publisher: Stacy-Deanne
Published: 2018-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Friday night, Dee sped into Nelda’s driveway and parked behind the marked police car.

The male officer briefed Dee as soon as she got to Nelda’s living room.

Nelda sobbed on the beige and green striped couch. “Oh, Detective Quarter.” She held an ice pack to her swollen jaw.

“Are you all right?” Dee knelt in front of her, grabbing her hand. “I couldn’t believe what I’d heard. How could Grayson do something like this?”

“You look very nice.” Nelda sniffled, alluding to Dee’s knit, black dress and gold stilettos.

“I was on my way to a date but that doesn’t matter. What happened?”

“She says Grayson Paul pushed his way through the door.” The skinny, white officer pointed toward the door with his notepad. “Threatened her and hit her.”

Dee closed her eyes. “Are you sure, Nelda?”

“I’m sure.” She lowered the ice pack, her purple jaw so swollen it made her face lopsided. “I was screaming for him to get out my home and he smacked me. He was so wild and crazy.”

“Why was he even here?”

“He was upset that I’d told you about Suzanne seeing him at Autumn’s place. He tried to choke me, but I fought him off.”

Dee covered her mouth. “This can’t be happening.”

“My neighbor, Odina will vouch for me,” Nelda said. “She knows what Grayson did.”

Dee closed her eyes, fighting tears.

“Are you all right, Detective?” the cop asked.

“No, I’m not all right.” She exhaled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. Are you pressing charges, Nelda?”

“Yes.” She raised her shaking hand. “He’s gonna kill me, Detective Quarter.”

Dee stood, straightening her dress. “Go get Grayson and take him to the station.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” The officer left.

“Do you need any medical treatment?” Dee asked Nelda.

“No, I’ll be okay. What’s wrong with Grayson?”

Dee’s phone rang.

She got it out, sighing when she saw Winston’s name. “Hey,” she answered.

“What’s up? You said you were picking me up at seven-thirty and it’s five minutes after eight. You’re never late.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She walked to the window with the turquoise curtains. “I can’t make it.”

“What? We’ve been looking forward to this.”

“It’s Grayson—”

“Grayson?” he snapped. “Fuckin’ Grayson?”

“You don’t understand—”

“I understand. We’ll never be rid of his ass will we?”

“This is about the case he...”

Click.

“Wait.” She looked at the phone. “How dare he hang up on me?”

****

“Where’s Lisa?” Dee barged into Jake’s front door later that night. “I need to speak to Lisa.”

“Calm down.” Jake rolled across the living room rug. “What’s going on?”

“My life is a mess.” Dee plopped on the couch and hugged a pillow. “I’m losing it, and I need my best friend. Where the hell is she?”

“She’s having a group session with Dr. Guzman for domestic violence survivors.” Jake parked his wheelchair beside the couch and shook his hair out his face. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s not wrong?” She threw the pillow aside. “I was supposed to go out on the town with Winston tonight and relieve some of this stress but to hell with that.” She broke down. “How could he do something like this, Jake?”

“What did Winston’s do?” He joined her on the couch.

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