A blood bath

Detective Thomas POV

I stand in the middle of the house staring at the aftermath of Chase Laurent, 3 officers were dead and the others were in critical conditions . I watches as the injured officers were taken to ambulances outside while the dead ones were going to the morgue. A doctor then walked up to me and urges me to sit on the couch which I did before I lose consciousness again.

"détective..s'il vous plaît laissez-nous vous emmener à l'hôpital où votre blessure pourra être soignée correctement" ( detective..please let us take you to the hospital where your wound can be attended to properly ) the female doctor plead as she places some dressing on my open wound which was on my forehead. I know it is strongly recommended for me to get this wound clean and stitched up immediately but I didn't want to leave his house yet, I don't know why .

"Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ici, Thomas ?!" The chief of police said when he saw the mess and the body bags being carried out . ( What the fuck happened here Thomas !?)

" Chase Laurent happened Mr Smith.." I replied to him calmly.

" How can one fucking man take out 8 armed officer including you!" He asked angrily. The middle age man stood there waiting on a response from me as if I had an answer to that question.

" Je ne sais pas trop... il l'a juste fait..." is all I could say. ( I don't fucking know he just did )

"This is a fucking disaster! Once the media get a hold of this we're cooked !" Mr smith said and I just sat there and looked. I remember seeing Zuri even though the images of her were blurred in my mind I still remember her, she was trying to help me . "fouillez cet endroit de fond en comble ! Il doit y avoir un indice ou quelque chose pour indiquer où se trouve ce malade !" (search this place in and out ! there has to be a clue or something to indicate where that sicko is !) Mr smith continued to rant and continue to search the mansion while I stared out in space. Chase Laurent wasn't just a creep who kidnapped women but also a killing machine psychopath who had no problem killing innocent people. I figured his also psychopathic tendencies was pass down by his father, it was known that his father was also insane genius who had a specialty in torture devices and methods. I stand up and walk towards the door with the thought of Zuri Jefferson on my mind, I wonder if she's still alive . ...................

Zuri's Pov

Chase face was all over international news, on every news channel his face was there, his face was everywhere . I sat in the couch and listened as the American news reporter talks about me.

"The 23 year old was then kidnapped by the man name Chase Laurent who is also the prime suspect in the murder of the 4 people in the Du Sud hotel on February 13, 2022 and the death of three officers yesterday evening. Currently speaking there is a wide spread manhunt going on for Chase Laurent and for Zuri who we pray and hope is still alive ." The blonde news reporter said and I just frown, I never imagined myself to be the center of so much attention, some news outlets even brought up my past academic performances, my history at college, basically all the good stuff . I recon that this was a tactic use by the news to make people see the victim as more human, and on the other hand there was this .. talk show or something where people were discussing my case like it was a murder mystery and one of the host talked about how " I could easily be an accomplice " and that this can be an " Bonnie and Clyde " situation. All this commotion made me miss social media, I really wonder what they're talking about on TikTok .

"Ahh putain baisse le son" A shirtless Chase said as he enter the living area yawning. ( ahh fuck turn that down) .

" I'm sorry, you're all over tv ." I said in a taunting manner .

" I don't give a fuck." He said before he walks into the kitchen then return with an annoyed look . " Where's breakfast ?" I then raised a brow and looked at him from head to toe wondering who he is talking to.

" I ate already." I said before trying to direct my attention back to the television but that immediately failed when he plugged it out and stand in front of me.

" Zuri don't make me fucking angry I had enough!" He yelled causing me to flinch. " make me something to fucking eat!" He yelled and I stared at him with anger in my eyes and I lost it.

"Fuck you!" I yelled after I stand up in front of him not caring about what the outcome would be . " I'm not your servant !"

" Who are you talking to like that?" He challenged.

"You, yeah you motherfucker !" I then shove him . " you sicko, you're dead.. everyone knows who you are and what you've done. You psychopathic bastard!"

He didn't do anything but just looked at me with his eyes wide open, he was shocked by my actions .

"Comment as-tu pu" He whispered to himself before he sat down on the couch. "

" So what? Aren't you going to torture me now ?" I questioned.

" Je ne peux pas..." He whispered again . " I love you Zuri... I just want to have a family with you and live happily ever after "

" I don't even want to fuck you so how can I have a family with you?" I said coldly. " you disgust me !" I then stormed off into the bedroom and throw myself on the bed. An hour as passed and he enter the bedroom. I then sat up and looked at him, he had a plate of eggs, bacon and sausages on it .

" I made you breakfast ..." he said .

" I already ate." I replied confusingly because I had told him that I already ate breakfast.

" I know but I want to eat with you, I also want to apologize for the way I speak to you ."

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We sat around the wooden table eating quietly until he decided to say something . " I have no fear about the cops and no fear about me being on television. Zuri for years I had nothing to live for until I met you, nothing else matters because I have you . "

"But how are you to live like that...how can you live while being hunted down ? " I questioned.

" I have connections that can do wonders Zuri, even if I get captured I don't think I will stay long in prison . "

" What? You're getting life sentences that's for sure , there's no way you can avoid that."I countered causing him to roll his eyes .

" I have connections that is all you need to know. I want you to get your nails , hair and whatever done so tonight Im going to someone who can give you umm what do they call it in English uhh... yes a maintenance day." After he said this I couldn't fight my smile, I can't tell when last I've gotten braids , sew ins or done anything to my hair.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed . " I want braidsss" I then began to dance and he chuckled.

" You're so adorable ." He said as he watched me .

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Knock knock!

I jumped when I heard knocking on the door, I immediately think it was the police but Chase then got up from the couch and walked towards the door and opened it casually. A curvy stylish black woman was standing at the door with a huge bag in her hands .

"où est la fille? " She asked. ( where's the girl)

" Ravi de te voir aussi Marla, la « fille » est là-bas. N'oublie pas qu'elle ne parle pas couramment le français." He replied signaling over to me .( Nice to see you too Marla, the 'girl' is over there. remember she isn't fluent in French). She then rolled her eyes and brush pass him and walked towards me.

" Zoryy!" She greeted me with a smile and I awkwardly smiled too even though she didn't pronounce my name right. " I'm Marla your new stylist honey. " Marla was about 5'3, curvy, she was wearing a neatly done red lace wig and if I wasn't a black girl myself I would've thought it grew out of her scalp, her tails were those retro square ones with like Pearls on it , her jewelries were clearly real gold and silver, she also smelled like heaven on earth .

" Hello!" I replied smiling widely . Her presence made me so comfortable and I couldn't explain why.

She then observed me from head to toe , not in a rude manner but a shocked one in fact "Uh-uh pookie you need a full maintenance kit, hairs done, nails done, eyebrows need to be trimmed waxed, lashes ...mmm." She then turned to Chase and frowned . " You couldn't call me earlier ?" Chase then shrugged . " Ou ka kidnape yon ti fi men omwen kenbe l sou kaka chèk " She added and I turned my head curiously, that wasn't necessarily French she just spoke.

" Are you Haitian ?" I asked .

" Yes .." She answered and I smiled even wider .

" I'm Jamaican , we both Caribbean !" I exclaimed causing her to laugh.

" Caribbean baddies " she joked . I then looked over to Chase who was just smiling softly at me . " Okay let's get started ."

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" I met Chase when I was doing a client's hair, can you believe he came to kill her ?" Marla said as she was braiding my hair, it hurt but honestly I enjoyed the pain, I can't tell when last I experienced my hair getting braided . " And he did but thankfully that psychopath spare me and weirdly enough after that day I kept bumping up into him and eventually figure out he was doing that to make sure I was keeping my mouth shut. "

" To be honest the way how Chase act I genuinely thought he never met another black person before . " I added causing her to laugh.

" He acted so with me too, " She said and I wondered why he never fell for her too. " every time I change my wigs he would act all shock and shit, talking about how comes your hair grew so fast or how comes your hair color different. "

" He asked me how did my straight hair went to curly one time !" I joked

" Anyways after that he helped me to get a job styling for criminals, sis I know it's fucked up but they pay more than regular degular customers so I just do the job. " She said and that snapped me into reality, she wasn't a good person.

" Oh- " I replied and my mood change immediately because Marla worked for people like Chase and probably had to style another kidnapped girl already for their captor. Chase wasn't in the living area anymore he was as in the bedroom and I wanted to test something . " He beats me, torture me.." I said to her but she didn't say anything . " He killed an innocent woman two days ago just because she saw me ...she loved him." Still Marla was quiet. " Please help me ..." I whispered .

" Alright your hair is all done, now let's do them nails ti bebe." She completely ignore my words."

" Marla!, I'm afraid he will kill me eventually." I please trying to get her attention.

" I'm sorry Zory but I can't do shit but my job, it pains me hun but If I do anything I'm dead. Chase as connections , people that will hunt and kill for him. I have a two children that I want to live for ..." she clarified. " I hate that I can't help you but what can I do ? I have to just do my thing ."

" I understand...." I replied. The rest of the time went off quickly as we both were quiet .

8 hours later .

" Aiit I'm done .." She said after trimming eyebrows . I then. Looked into the mirror and smiled.



" I love everythingggg!" I then hugged her and she hugged me back warmly .

" it's the least I can do for you babes . Chase I'm done !" She said causing Chase to walk out of the room and looked at me in awe .

" Beautiful!" He then run over to me and kissed me, I tried to move but he put his hands behind my head. I was beyond embarrassed that Marla had to witness this , she just stand there awkwardly with a tight smile . " Marla I will send the money to your account asap, thank you even though Zuri was beautiful before you ...you added to it . " he said while touching my hair .

" I guess I'll be going now... Zuri I'm -...I enjoyed your presence... I'll pray for you ." And with that she was gone.

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To be continued

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