Date: Tue, 20 Aug 2002 16:25:41 EDT
From: Wyzman34@aol.com
Subject: Brothers Like Us Chapter 16

BROTHERS LIKE US
By Lawrence Michael Martell

Chapter 16


I don't know how long Jermaine and I were waiting in the hospital's
emergency room but it was awhile and soon we were both asleep. I had a
terrible dream that on the way home to be with Jamal, Mohammed's plane
crashed. It was so real and so terrible that it woke me with a
start. Jermaine jerked awake too and asked what was wrong. I just asked him
to hold me and I didn't care who saw us. It was now five in the morning and
the lobby was pretty much empty. Before we drifted off Dr. Suvwanakar told
us that Jamal was still stable but the condition was still critical. His
heart was beating on it's on but Jamal had not regained consciousness and
was not responding to external stimuli. He was in a coma. The doctor was
concerned also because Jamal had not had head trauma but was not breathing
on his own for so long that he was holding out hope that there would be no
brain damage but he couldn't promise anything at the time. I believe
Jermaine and I drifted off to sleep again but it wasn't a bad dream that
woke me this time. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I opened my eyes to see
the sexiest man I had ever seen, next to Jermaine Of course, standing over
me and next to him was the worried, concerned and sad face of Mo-Mo. I was
up like a shot hugging Mo-Mo tightly as he held me back and we
cried. Jermaine sat and watched as did the stranger that woke me. When it
was over we sat down and I filled him in on what I knew. He wanted to talk
to a doctor and when the duty nurse found out that Jamal's father was here
she paged the doctor. He then introduced me to his friend, after he noticed
me staring at the familiar and sexy brotha.
	"Hey Eric," Mohammed said. "This is Sionne Tau Dexter."  I extended
my hand knowing that there was something very familiar about Sionne Tau
Dexter. "Nice to me t you." I said shaking his hand.
	"Most people in the world know him as "Superstar" Sonny DeVine."
Mo-Mo added.  I blinked, my mouth dropped and I was speechless. I was
shaking hands with the most sensational man in pro wrestling. I looked at
Mo-Mo, and then at Jermaine, who must have had some idea who Sonny was
since he looked awe struck too.
	"Nice to meet you Eric. We talked on the phone, earlier." Sonny
said.  My voice came out in a squeak. "That was you?"
	"Yes, it was." Sonny replied with that smile that was even brighter
in person.  I was still in awe of Sonny when Dr. Suvwanakar arrived. He
shook Mohammed's hand and told him the same things he had told me and
Jermaine. I could see the wind going out of Mo-Mo and he asked if he could
see his son. Thank God, The doc let him go back. I would have hated to see
what Mo-Mo would have done if he couldn't have gone back. With Mo-Mo gone,
Sonny and I talked. He told me that he had accompanied Mohammed back home
because he was concerned about the state he was in and didn't think
traveling alone was a good idea. He mentioned that their boss was not
pleased with having both of his major stars gone but he understood the
logic behind it. It was while talking to Sonny that I got the distinct
impression that his concern for Mo-Mo was more than just co-workers or even
just friends but the idea of a wrestling icon and superstar like Sonny
being gay just didn't hit my mind right. Besides I know that Mo-Mo always
kept his personal life and his work life separate, so I wrote of my
feelings as just wishful thinking. When Mo-Mo came out almost 30 minutes
later my idea of this being wishful thinking was back at the door again and
ready to depart. Sonny rose to his feet and immediately went to Mo-Mo, who
gripped him like one would grip a loved one and they made their way back to
where we were. I could see the pain and worry and sorrow in Mo-Mo's face
and eyes and body. He looked like a broken down old man now. He took a seat
and Sonny sat right next to him his hand resting on Mo-Mo's shoulder while
the other held his hand.
	"Oh God!" Mohammed moaned, "He looks...he looks so..." tears
streamed down Mo-Mo's face. Sonny held him close. I went to Mo-Mo and held
him too. I told him that everything was going to be alright.
	"Where's Teena?" Mo-Mo asked suddenly.  I told him that the police
had went to Teena's house and found no one home and that they had even went
to his and there was no one there. Mo-Mo's expression was puzzled. He
pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number and was talking to someone
followed by another and then he was talking to Teena. I could tell by the
conversation that Mo-Mo was not pleased and it sounded as if Teena had gone
off with one of her many crack head boyfriends. The last words I heard him
say before ending the call was don't bother showing up and I could imagine
what that was being said in response to. Mo-Mo turned to me and shook his
head.
	"That bitch." He spat angrily.
	"Where was she?" I dared to ask.
	"Somewhere she had no fucking business being but that's okay. Jamal
is my responsibility."
	"Mo-Mo," began. I was about to play devil's advocate. "She is his
mother."  The look he gave me was hard and fierce. "She just provided the
pussy that gave birth to my son. She has not been his mother...ever!"  I
decided that being Teena's advocate was not worth having Mo-Mo mad with me.

At seven o'clock Dr. Suvwanakar came out and said that there was no change
and that perhaps we should all go home and get some rest. Mo-Mo said he was
not going. The doc insisted, stating that we could not do Jamal any good if
we were all dead from exhaustion. Mo-Mo still refused to go and he dared
the doc to send him home. Suvwanakar turned to leave but Sonny took up the
glove dropped by the doctor on the issue.
	"Mohammed," Sonny said, "I need to get some rest and so do you."
	"I'm not leaving." Mo-Mo replied.
	"I see," Sonny came back. "So when Jamal wakes up he gets to see
his father looking all tired, worn out, ragged and funky smelling. That's
great, Mohammed."  Mohammed looked at Sonny and I was prepared for the
argument to continue but instead Mo-Mo agreed to go home and shower,
change, and get something to eat but he refused to get a nap at home, he
wanted to stay at the hospital and stay in Jamal's room. When we asked if
that was possible, Dr. Suvwanakar said yes. I think he just wanted to get
Mo-Mo out for a bit and would have agreed to anything.
	"So what are you going to do?" I asked Mo-Mo.
	"Going home, getting changed and something to eat and then I'm
right back here."
	"Well," Sonny added. "I do have to get a hotel room."
	"No way," Mo-Mo said. "I got plenty of room at my place."  Sonny
raised an eyebrow. "But what about..."
	"He won't mind." Mo-Mo answered and I was sure the question was
what about Brett? I couldn't help but wonder, What about Brett? Here was
Mo-Mo right here and I could tell him everything that happened and what
Jamal discovered but then I stopped myself. The last thing he needed was
news like that. Jermaine and I were also feeling bushed and we needed to
refresh ourselves too plus I wanted to call Sean and Shane and tell Andre
what had happened as well. Mo-Mo would need all of us though I had a
feeling that Sonny was more than willing to be there for our brother as
well.

Shane awoke with Victor's tight and naked body wrapped around him and it
felt good. It felt damn good. When he had come home he had found Victor
sitting on the front porch with a smile on his face. When he asked him why
he didn't wait inside, Victor said he was waiting on him. He then
instructed Shane that he needed to go in and grab himself a change of
clothes and put on something snazzy because they were going out on the
town. Shane did as he was told. He packed an overnight bag, jumped into the
shower and then put on his best outfit. He walked out to find Victor in the
living room waiting for him. Shane smiled and Victor walked over to him and
gave him a deep and passionate kiss that curled Shane's toes.
	"Damn baby," Shane was breathless from the kiss. "What brought this
on?"
	"Nothing, I just love you and I want to be with you." Victor kissed
Shane again and this time Shane kissed him back. He could feel Victor's
erection pressing against him and as he snaked a hand down to grip it,
Victor giggled and stepped back.
	"What's wrong?" Shane asked.
	"Nothin' baby boy but you know you can get me goin and tonight we
got a full night before we boogie down."  Shane smiled. "Okay. So what up?"
Victor smiled back. "You'll see."  Victor escorted Shane out to the
Cadillac Escalade, opened the door for him and let him in. Victor got in
and they were off. Shane tried to find out where they were going but he
wasn't saying. When they pulled up in front of Maxwell's, one of the most
exclusive and one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. When Victor
pulled up a valet got out to take the Escalade and park It., Shane still
couldn't believe they were there. He looked at Victor with a bit of concern
on his face.
	"Baby," Shane said, "This is Maxwell's."
	"I know." Victor said.
	"But it's exclusive and expensive...I mean..." Victor smiled
and gave Shane a hug. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."
	"Yeah but you have to have reservations..."
	"Baby will you stop. We got some eating to do."  When they walked
inside Maxwell's the atmosphere was amazing. Shane couldn't help but be
overwhelmed by the feeling of the place. It was warm, cozy and romantic. He
looked at Victor, who was smiling broadly. They walked up to the Maitre'd,
who was at his post at the entry to the main dining area of the
restaurant. Shane watched and listened as Victor told the rather surprised
Maitre'd that they had a reservation and once he checked and verified that
fact he had them escorted to their table. Their table was a private booth
away from the crowd and near the window that looked out onto the star
filled night. On the table was a huge bouquet of red roses in a beautiful
crystal vase. Shane sat down and admired the roses, which were beautiful.
	"Do you like the roses?" Victor had asked.
	"Yeah, they are beautiful."
	"Good. Cause they're yours." Victor said as he handed Shane a card
that was inside of the bouquet.  Shane smiled and read the card aloud. "To
my baby. Because there is no one more in this world that I love than you
and everything I do is for you, the love of my life. Your man, Victor."
Shane reached across the table and held Visitor's hand and squeezed
it. "Thank you. I love you."
	"I love you too." Victor replied.  They had a magnificent dinner at
Maxwell's and afterwards they drove to the park where they walked under the
night sky and they ended up at the same secluded table that they had sat at
when Victor had returned to his life and took him out on that wonderful
magical night. They sat at the table not talking just holding each other in
their arms and gently kissing each other on the lips. They spoke about how
much they loved each other and how happy they were that they were back
together and that everything was right.
	"Baby," Victor said. "I want you to know something."  Shane smiled
as he lightly kissed Victor's lips. "What's that?"  Victor held Shane
closer to him and smiled. "I love you very much and I want to be with you
forever."  Shane smiled. "That's so sweet..." Victor reached into his
pocket and pulled out a black ring box and handed it to Shane. Shane looked
at Victor and the box and didn't understand what was happening. Victor
opened the box exposing a beautiful 24 karat gold diamond ring. Shane
looked at the ring as if it was a fragile piece of treasure and as he gazed
at the brilliant beauty of the ring, tears formed in his eyes.
	"Shane...will you marry me?"  Shane looked at Victor tears
running down his face. He couldn't believe what was happening. He couldn't
believe what he was hearing. He looked at the ring, he looked at Victor,
the man that he loved and had never stopped loving and he knew what the
answer was going to be.
	"Yes."  Victor couldn't contain himself. "YES! ON MY DAYUM!" He
gave Shane a big, passionate kiss and when the kiss was over they knew that
what was going to happen next was going to be great. Instead of going to
Shane's place they went to the deluxe suite at the Wellington Hotel, which
had been reserved and arranged by Victor in advance. Shane just could not
believe what was going on. The moment they walked into the deluxe suite
Victor told Shane to take a shower and afterwards he would join him. While
Shane was in the shower, Victor decorated and prepared the bedroom. He then
removed his clothes and joined Shane in the shower. They washed each others
bodies, kissed and caressed and really got themselves worked up. Victor got
out of the shower and handed Shane a towel and wrapped it around his body
and they walked into the bedroom where Shane gasped again. Victor had black
satin sheets on the huge king sized bed and around the room were silver
fragrant candles that cast a romantic light in the room. Shane turned to
Victor and kissed him as tears rolled down his cheeks. This was the most
romantic thing that anyone had ever done for him. They kissed for a long
time, Shane's mouth and tongue consumed Victor's full soft lips and he
could feel Victor's dick getting hard and rigid as it pressed and poked
against him. Shane caressed the side of Victor's face as they kissed and
Victor reached around and removed the towel that was around Shane's waist
and gripped his thick dick causing him to growl.
	"Oh, lordy, cheri angel. I want it so bad. I want you so bad."
Victor moaned as he hungrily kissed Shane.  Shane's erection was throbbing
and in need of release and he had to have Victor in his arms, laying
beneath him feeling everything he could give to him.
	"C'mon sweetheart angel. Let's go to the bed." Shane said. He led
Victor to the bed and he sat on the foot of the bed with Victor standing
and without warning he took Victor's dick in his mouth.
	"Mon Dieu!" Victor exclaimed as he steadied himself on Shane's
shoulders. His knees quivered as Shane went to work devouring his dick. "Ah
Cheri! Ah Cheri!" Victor muttered and moaned in French. Shane sucked
Victor's dick, rolling it around inside his mouth, across his teeth and
tongue. Victor began breathing hard and panting, he began to play with his
nipples which were getting hard and in need of attention. He massaged
Shane's shoulders as he sucked and licked his dick and balls. This was just
way too much. The mouth work was driving him crazy. He wanted...he needed
to sit down before he fell down but Shane would not let him. He whimpered
and moaned as he fought to keep his balance and from collapsing to the
floor.
	Shane sucked on Victor's massive dick and as he sucked it, going
deeper he had to concentrate or he would have gagged. He let his fingers
tickle and caress the balls and the base of the dick and he knew that
Victor would let it all go. He stopped suck and looked up to see Victor
playing with his nipples. Shane smiled and began jacking off the saliva
slicked dick.
	"Oh No!....Ahhhh! mon dieu! Mon dieu!" Victor whimpered as he felt
Shane's hands and fingers working his
dick. "Oh....baby...cheri...angel...you are gonna make me cum."
	"I want you to." Shane panted and then he slipped the tip of his
finger into Victor's ass.
	"AHHHHH SHIT!" Victor wailed as he shot hot cum all over Shane's
face and chest. He couldn't help it that finger did it and he was out of
control. Victor fell to the bed twitching and
shaking. "Damn!...d...damn!"
	Shane picked up the towel and wiped his face but he wasn't
through. With Victor lying on his stomach he was in the perfect
position. Shane climbed between Victor's legs and began to lick and taste
his ass. Victor yelped in startled surprise and then moaned in pleasure. He
threw his ass into Shane's face begging him to take it all, to lick it all,
to eat it all.
	"Eat my ass! Do it baby cheri!"  Shane went to work. He loved it
when Victor spoke French when they made love, it drove him on. He spread
the ass cheeks and went in further and was rewarded when Victor released a
loud howling moan. Shane smiled to himself as he allowed his middle finger
to tease around the asshole before he slowly put it in. Victor forced his
ass back to swallow the finger while he rose up on all fours. Shane began
finger fucking his tight ass but that was not what he wanted to fuck Victor
with. He wanted to give him the dick. The dick that he needed and wanted.
	"Oh...oh...ah...ah...uh...uh...yeah, yes...do it!"
Victor was getting into it and he loved it. Shane knew how to work his ass
and how to sex him down and make love to him. He wanted to feel the dick in
him and he begged Shane to give it to him but Shane was not ready to do
that as he slipped another finger into the hot ass of Victor's.
	"Aaaaaah....oooooh...yes....yes...yes...yes...gimme all
that!" Victor wailed as he felt a third finger into his ass.
	"What do you want?" Shane panted as he worked his three fingers
into the ass.
	"I want you to fuck me." Victor demanded.  Shane smiled. He looked
around and wondered if Victor had thought of everything. On the bedside
table there was a small clam shaped bowl with what looked like condoms,
Magnums. He slipped the condom on and then eased it into Victor...slowly.
	Victor gritted his teeth as Shane entered him but once he was in it
was all good. He rocked and rode Shane's dick like there was tomorrow and
it felt good.
	"Yes...yes...fuck that ass!" Victor cried out.
	"Yeah...oh yeah..that's great." Shane said. "Your ass is so
good...so good."  Victor worked and wiggled his ass. Shane had him in his
favorite position, doggy style and in the doggy style he could really work
wonders with his ass on that big, thick dick. He bucked and wiggled and
tightened his ass and with each flex Shane sucked in air and blew it
out. He could feel sweat dripping off of Shane and onto his back and it
felt good. Shane kissed his neck and slapped his ass and Victor squeezed
his ass so tight that Shane almost came.
	"AHHH FUCK!" Shane replied to the squeezing. He slammed his dick in
deeper and deeper and with each thrust Victor took it and gave out his
own. Shane reached under Victor and gripped his dick and began jacking.
	"Oh no!...pl....please...cheri....ahhhh....you
are....gonna make me....c...c...cum!"  Shane worked that ass
keeping his dick deep inside while he rocked and rolled Victor. He jacked
Victor's dick knowing that a hand jacking off Victor always took him over
the top.
	"No...cheri....Pl...Please..." Victor begged. It felt so
good. He didn't want him to stop but the pleasure was just good it was
torture. He wanted to cum and he wanted to cum so badly.
	"Ahh...yeah...yeah...Victor...oh baby...I'm
gonna....I'm cumming!" Shane wailed out as hot cum ripped out of him and
when Victor felt it he screamed out as he came and shot hot cum all over
the bed.
	"Shit....Mon dieu!" Victor panted as he collapsed on the bed on
his stomach and Shane gently lay on top of him and soon they were falling
asleep.
	As he awoke with Victor wrapped around him he smiled and looked at
the hand that had the finger that wore Victor's engagement ring. It looked
good on his hand and it felt good knowing that soon he would be married to
Victor. He looked into Victor's sleeping face. He loved this man with all
his heart. He loved him so much it hurt. As he looked into Victor's face he
let his hand snake down and gripped Victor's dick and slowly and gently he
stroked his dick into life. Victor moaned a little but he never woke
up. His hips moved and Shane couldn't help but jack it harder and faster
and soon Victor's dick erupted and as it did Victor sat right up and
screamed as he came all over Shane's hand and himself. He looked at Shane
and smiled. He leaned over and kissed him.
	"What a way to wake up, mon cheri."
	"And to think you'll get that every morning."  Shane replied.
	"Damn!" Victor said as he wrapped himself around Shane again and
this time he let his hands snake down in Shane's underwear and before long
he had jacked Shane off as well.
	"I love you Victor."
	"I love you too, Shane."  The two of them got up, took showers, had
breakfast and left the hotel and headed home. In the Escalade they held
hands as lovers do. They didn't speak, they didn't need to their hearts
were talking and had talked enough. They arrived home and were about to
walk inside when Sean came out with his keys in hand and a hurried
expression on his face.
	"Where have you been?" Sean asked.  Shane smiled and hugged Victor
tightly. "With my fiancée," Shane said holding out his hand for his
brother to see the ring he was given. But Sean didn't even look at it.
	"Shane, Mo-Mo's son is in the hospital." Sean said.  Shane's hand
flew to his mouth. "Oh my God! When? What happened?"
	"I don't know. Eric called early this morning. He said Mo-Mo is
back in town and that Jamal is in a coma."
	"Oh lord. How is Mo-Mo?"
	"Eric said he was going home to change and then he was coming
back. Eric and Jermaine are doing the same. I told him that I would go to
the hospital and wait, I went to tell you but you..."
	"We'll go with you." Shane said. He turned to Victor. "Is that
okay?"
	"Yeah, we can take my car. Let's go."

Detective Montgomery had been tailing Victor all night long. He followed
him from the moment that he picked up his boyfriend and spent the night out
on the town going to Maxwell's and then to the Wellington where they stayed
all night long. He had an informant at the front desk that he paid to
inform him if they leave. He then made his way to the Jackson house when he
saw the Escalade and had an idea. He went to the suv and using a slim jim
he got into the suv. He was able to disable the alarm quickly. He then
removed the gun. It was exactly like the one Silk Mitchell was murdered
with. He placed the gun under the driver's seat, reactivated the alarm and
secured the vehicle. As he walked passed the suv he smashed the tail light
and went back to his car and waited. When Victor and Shane Jackson left the
Wellington he tailed them but he didn't want to make his move not yet. He
tailed them to the Jackson house and then watched as the brother, the rape
victim, came out and then they all got into the suv. This was interesting,
very interesting. He pulled out his cell phone and called Sgt. Greene, the
day shift watch commander and a man that owed him a favor. He gave him the
make and model of Victor's car.
	"What's up with it?" Sgt. Greene asked.
	"Let's just say that I want it watched and if there is any thing
wrong with it...moving violations anything I want it stopped and I want
to be called. You understand?"
	"Yeah. No problem."  Montgomery hung up the phone and checking for
his weapon. Soon...very soon.

Mohammed opened the door to his home allowing Sonny to come in. The drive
out was silent. Mohammed's mind was on his son and the current
situation. Sonny sat next to him praying that everything would be okay and
holding his hand. When they pulled up at Mohammed's home Sonny was
impressed. It was bad, it wasn't bad at all. Once inside he could see that
someone had great decorating tastes. Either Mohammed, Brett or a decorator.
	"This is very nice. Who decorated it?"
	"I did some of it and a friend of mine that is an interior
decorator came in and she did the rest." Mohammed said. "I'll take you
upstairs to the guest room where you can freshen up."
	"Hey Mohammed...I really don't feel comfortable...I
mean....considering all that is going on..." Mohammed silenced Sonny
with a hand on his arm. "Sonny, you were very kind to come with me and I
appreciate it. This is my home and you are my friend and you are welcomed
here."  Friend? Yeah but he wanted to be more than friends. Sonny thought
as he followed Mohammed upstairs.
	"The guest room is the down the hall." Mohammed pointed out.
	"And where is your room?" Sonny asked.
	"Down this way. Why?" Mohammed asked.
	"You never know. I may want to...visit you." Sonny said smiling.
Despite himself he smiled. "Thank you for coming back with me. I know
Miller was mad as shit."
	"He'll be alright. I wanted to be here for my friend." Sonny said.
	"Before you go to room come with me. I don't think I have any
sheets in that room. It's been awhile since anyone has stayed over. I got
some in my room."
	"Hey, where is....you know...Brett?" Sonny asked as he followed
Mohammed.
	"I don't know. Knowing him he is off somewhere shopping."  Sonny
wanted so bad to ask Mohammed if he was going to confront Brett and tell
him things between them was over but with all this going on with his son,
he felt down right selfish. But he wanted Mohammed more than he had ever
wanted any man.

Brett awoke and he felt out of it but horny. He looked over and saw the
sleeping , or was he passed out, Dalziel. They had been doing coke and
drinking all night long and fucking their brains out. As he looked at the
sleeping Dalziel, his dick was limp but he could get it back in action and
that was what he was going to do. He leaned over and took Dalziel's limp
dick in his mouth and started sucking. It didn't take long for Dalziel to
come out of it and start moaning and moving his hips.
	"Yeah...yeah...suck that dick boy!"  Brett felt tingling all
over his body as if thousands of volts of electricity were tickling his
body. He felt Dalziel's dick getting harder and growing in his mouth. He
began sucking harder and he squeezed and tickled his balls.
	"AH SHIT!" Dalziel shouted out. "DO DAT SHIT!"

Mohammed and Sonny where right at the door to the bedroom when they heard
the sound of a man shouting out. Sonny looked at Mohammed and his face
clouded over. He watched as Mohammed opened the door and Sonny walked in
behind him and what he saw surprised him. Two men in the bed, one getting
his dick sucked and loving it from the other.

Mohammed could not believe his eyes. It was like he was watching some sick
porno flick but it wasn't a flick, it was real and right there in it was
Brett sucking the dick of some other man. His head was throbbing. His son
in the hospital in a coma and now the man he loved in his bed with another
man. His body shook violently. It was just too much. This all was just too
much. It meant that it was true, he had hoped in the back of his mind that
it wasn't but it was. Brett had been...was cheating. He was fucking
around and right here in the house that they shared. In his fucking
home. Deep inside Mohammed something screamed and what ever it was it came
out.
	"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Brett heard the scream and when he looked up he couldn't believe it. It was
Mohammed and some other man. Mohammed was enraged and he crossed the room
in what seemed like no time.
	"MOHAMMED!"  Dalziel pulled himself up and saw the big man coming
towards them. "What the fuck!?"
	"YOU SONOFABITCH!" Mohammed roared.
	"NO! MOHAMMED!" Brett screamed.  Sonny was startled at first when
Mohammed screamed. He had never heard anything like that before and when he
advanced towards the bed he knew that something bad was going to happen. He
went after him and managed to grab him.
	"Mohammed don't do it!"
	"Let go of me Sonny." Mohammed struggled.
	"Mohammed I...I can explain."
	"You can explain why you are sucking this nasty fucker's dick?"
Mohammed roared.
	"Hey motherfucker you don't know me!" Dalziel shot back.
	"You sonofabitch...get the fuck out of my house." Mohammed
snapped at Dalziel.
	"You put me the fuck out." Dalziel replied.  Sonny had seen and
heard stupid things but that was the one. You gonna tell a man who's house
you are in and who's man you're fucking to put you out? Sonny held onto
Mohammed but it was difficult.
	"Mohammed...please..."
	"SHUT BRETT!" Mohammed roared.  Dalziel sprung across the room and
punched Mohammed in the stomach.
	"What the fuck!" Sonny let Mohammed go and grabbed Dalziel.
Dalziel threw a jab that caught Sonny in the face and startled
him. Mohammed recovered and grabbed Dalziel around the waist and tossed him
across the room. Brett was screaming but Mohammed wasn't listening.
	"You punk ass mother fucker...I ought to kill you and no judge
would convict me!" Mohammed snarled.
	"Mohammed! NOOOO!" Brett screamed.  Dalziel got up and came at
Mohammed but Mohammed was ready and he ducked while giving him a shot to
the stomach and then he punched him in the face. Dalziel staggered right
into Sonny he cracked him across the nose and Dalziel went down. Brett went
to Dalziel and then looked up at Sonny.
	"You motherfucker." He charged at Sonny and on pure instinct he
punched Brett in the face. He watched as Brett fell to the floor his hands
over his face and wailing like a girl. "YOU!!!!! YOU HIT ME!" Brett touched
his nose and when he saw the blood he really wailed.
       Sonny was about to apologize when Dalziel struck him from his
blindside. Sonny was staggered. Dalziel swung again but Mohammed caught his
hand, he spun Dalziel around and delivered a punch to his face and then his
stomach. Dalziel fell to his knees. Mohammed snarled and kicked Dalziel on
the right side of his head. Dalziel hit the floor, moaning and groaning his
hands on his head. The room was quiet except for Mohammed's heavy
breathing. Then suddenly he turned and headed to his closet. This was
bullshit and it was going to end. He reached for the metal box that he kept
his gun in. It was a .44 caliber Colt Anaconda silver plated, with an 8
inch barrel. He opened the chamber and loaded in the eight hollow point
round inside. He turned and when he returned to the bedroom Dalziel was
getting off the floor and Brett was using a pillow case to cover his
nose. Sonny saw Mohammed come out and he saw the gun in his right hand
right as he raised it and aimed at Dalziel.
       "MOHAMMED...NO!" Sonny shouted.  Mohammed didn't hear him. He raised
the gun and Brett screamed and Dalziel's eyes got as big as saucers.
       "Motherfucker...tonight you die!" Mohammed snarled.
       "M...Man....h...hey....it ain't gotta be..."
       "SHUT UP PUNK ASS!" Mohammed ordered.
       "Mohammed..." Brett begged. "Don't...please."
       "No...No...This motherfucker dies." He aimed the gun, leveling at
Dalziel, who immediately broke down in tears as he begged for his life.
       Sonny walked over to Mohammed. "Mohammed...man, please..he ain't
worth it."  Mohammed was not listening. He was ready to do this. He was fed
up. This nasty fucker in his house fucking his man and then disrespecting
him as well. Putting his hands on him and Sonny?
       "Mohammed...don't do this...baby..." Brett whined, "I love you."
Mohammed turned to look at Brett. Did he just hear what he thought he
heard? "What?"
       "I love you...I don't love him...I love you."
       Mohammed began to chuckle and then he laughed. "You WHAT?"
       "Mohammed...please....don't do this...he's not worth all this."
Brett said.
       Mohammed laughed harder and everyone was concerned. What was going
on? Mohammed looked down at Dalziel, who was on his knees, tears streaming
down his face. He was pitiful. He looked at Brett. He was a pitiful tramp
too. He looked at Sonny. Sonny, yeah...he knew what he had to do.
       "You are right, Sonny. He's not worth it and neither is Brett."
Mohammed said as he unloaded the gun and put the rounds in his pocket.
       Sonny smiled. "I told you, my man."
       Mohammed turned to Brett. "Get your stuff and get out."
       "What?" Brett muttered.
       Mohammed went back to the closet and put the unloaded gun away. He
returned with one of Brett's suitcases and a garment bag. He tossed them on
the bed.
       "I want you to pack what you can and then get the hell out of my
house. Take your fuck buddy and get out."
       "Mohammed....you can't kick me out!" Brett said.
       "The hell I can't. You get out and take this...sissy with you."
Mohammed said as he looked down at Dalziel in disgust.
       "Mohammed...please...let me explain..."
       "No...just get out. We are through. I don't want to see you again, I
don't want to hear from you again. This is over. We are over."
	"Mohammed...if you do this..I swear I will take you to court. I
will drag your name through the mud. I tell everyone what happened here."
Mohammed's expression turned hard and cold. He advanced towards Brett, who
fell back on the bed.
	"You won't tell a soul because if you do..." Mohammed moved
closer and whispered into Brett's face. "I will kill you...understand?"
Brett looked into Mohammed's eyes and as long as he had known him he knew
that what he was saying was true. If he told the world the truth about
Mohammed, Mohammed would have nothing to lose in coming after him and he
knew Mohammed would not rest until he got him.
	"How do you want this to end, Brett?" Mohammed said, still
whispering. "You choose and then I hope you can live with the choice YOU
made."
	Brett moved off the bed. He grabbed the suitcase and went to the
chest of drawers and began packing clothes. Mohammed turned to Dalziel, who
was still on the floor.
	"Get your ass up and put some clothes on and get the fuck out of my
house before I call the police on you."  Dalziel got to his feet. "Man, you
pulled a gun on me and you think..."
	"Sonny?" Mohammed turned to Sonny. "Did you see a gun?"
	"A gun? I ain't see no gun?"
	"WHAT?"
	"No...I saw an intruder in your house..."
	"Yeah...me too." Mohammed said.
	"You motherfuckers...well, Brett will tell the truth." Dalziel
said. He looked to Brett but what he saw wasn't what he expected. Brett
packed his clothes and didn't look up. "Hey!? You got my back, right?"
	"It's over...just leave." Brett said as he went into the closet
to get some clothes out.
	"You SLUT ASS BITCH!" Dalziel screamed.  Mohammed slapped Dalziel
across the mouth busting open his lip and mouth. "You get out...BITCH!"

	Thirty minutes later Sonny and Mohammed were in the house
alone. Brett had departed, with tears in his eyes and an apology on his
lips. Dalziel had left twenty minutes before that. Mohammed turned to Sonny
and once again broke down and cried as Sonny held him.

Officers McLaughlin and Lance spotted the SUV that Sgt. Greene told them
about. It was traveling west about ten blocks from the hospital. They had
been following the SUV carefully wondering what was up with it. According
to sarge there was something big connected to this vehicle. It was
McLaughlin that noticed the broken tail light. Well, Sarge said watch and
stop for anything. He hit the blue lights and pulled the SUV over. Lance
called dispatch and informed them about the stop and asked for further
instructions. The instructions came quickly. Check vehicle and detain
occupants...approach with caution. Backup is enroute. The officers looked
at each other and unsnapped the holsters of their service revolvers.