Carl Weber Presents Ride or Die Chick 4 by J.M. Benjamin

Baby’s wetness. She squirmed in delight. He continued to sex Baby with his fingers. She grew wetter and wetter. Treacherous knew she was ready. He guided his rock-hard dick inside her tight, wet hole. Baby’s love box moistened more. She opened her legs wider. Treacherous plunged deeper inside of her with long and hard thrusts. With each thrust she got more excited. The two kissed as he went deeper and deeper inside of her love canal. They made love for hours before finally passing out. They faced each other. Baby lay there with her arms over his back and her legs wrapped around his. Their love juices and perspiration intertwined. Baby reached her hand up and began to stroke the side of his face. He had already started to doze while his semi-erect manhood was still inside of her. She lay there motionless as she watched Treacherous rest. Job well done, she thought, right before she too closed her eyes and drifted off.

Chapter Fourteen
    Arthur Love hit his blinker and turned into the cheap motel’s parking lot. For the past hour or so, he and Randle had been up, down, and all throughout the city, searching for leads that would bring them closer to tracking down Treacherous and Baby. So far they had come up empty-handed.
    â€œWell, this is pretty much the last one in the area,” Love announced as he pulled into the Quality Inn & Suites motel on East Cary Street.
    â€œWhat the hell.” Andre Randle tossed his hands up in the air. “We’re already here. Might as well.”
    Arthur Love chuckled as he put the unmarked car in park. They both took a quick survey of the area then made their way to the motel lobby. Arthur Love spilled into the lobby as Andre Randle followed suit. The first thing they noticed was that the front desk was unattended.
    â€œHello?” Arthur Love called out. He looked from left to right. No one answered or appeared.
    â€œMaybe they’re on a lunch break?” Andre Randle paced the lobby.
    â€œThis time of day?” Arthur Love looked at his watch.
    â€œBathroom break?” Andre Randle shrugged. He was all too ready to throw in the towel. He was already convinced they had run into yet another dead end.
    Arthur Love’s patience grew thinner by the second. He walked over to the counter and frantically rang the guest bell on top of the counter. “Hello, hello, hello,” he sang as he looked left to right for a second time. This time, as his eyes shifted, something caught his attention in front of him. When he looked forward, Arthur Love noticed that the motel surveillance monitors were snowy. His reaction caught Andre Randle by surprise, startling him. In a New York minute, Arthur Love had his service-issue weapon drawn. He began waving his gun in all directions, securing the perimeter. By now Andre Randle had his weapon out and cocked. He too waved his gun in all directions, backing Arthur Love up. Arthur Love made his way behind the motel countertop. The body lying up under the counter confirmed what Arthur Love had already suspected.
    Arthur Love kneeled down. He checked the body’s left wrist for a pulse. “We got a 187.” Arthur Love stood up.
    Andre Randle couldn’t believe it. “You think it’s connected?” he asked Arthur Love. He had called this one wrong and was now unsure.
    â€œThis was a hit,” Arthur Love announced. “Mafia style,” he added.
    Andre Randle shook his head. “It’s a good thing I wasn’t a gambling man,” Andre Randle confessed.
    Andre Randle couldn’t believe their bad luck. He also couldn’t believe how the bad guys seemed to always stay one step ahead of them.

Chapter Fifteen
    Twenty-eight-year-old Carl Davis peered up at the entrance of the store at the sound of its doorbell ringing off, alerting him that he had a customer. He flashed a welcoming smile at the couple who had just stepped foot into the establishment that his elderly father had owned but