Read Online Scandal: Crossing Boundaries (Scandal Series #1 INTERRACIAL ROMANCE) by Jean St. Claire - Free Book Online
Authors: Jean St. Claire
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by myself? Don't forget that you were raised there."
"Keisha, just let me call this girl right quick," Davonte said holding up his hands to keep his wife from walking out the door. "She'll be here in less than twenty minutes."
"Bye Davonte," Keisha said, turning, "Love you babies."
"Keisha!"
Keisha opened the door and rushed down the driveway, jumped into her Lexus and pulled off. A moment later, Davonte came running out onto the walkway, calling her name while barefoot, but was accosted by the nosy neighbor Holly who just so happened to be standing at the edge of her lawn for no apparent reason.
The bitch probably thought they were having an argument.
Her mind was filled with worry while she raced across town. Her aunt Linda was the oldest sister of her mother's three sisters. She also happened to be the only sister her mother could tolerate.
Always in a perpetual state of quarreling, the sisters rarely talked to each other, except Linda and her mother.
Linda had helped Keisha when she was just starting out, studying to become a teacher, so she owed her aunt a lot. The only problem was, her aunt could be ignorant as hell.
An educated woman that had worked as a secretary for the sheriff's office for many years, you would never guess it with how the woman could act when she was in her own house deep within the hood.
"Come on, God damn it!" Keisha yelled when she got stopped at a stoplight near the entrance to the south side, slamming on her horn.
A black woman stopped in the lane across from her, rolled her eyes at Keisha's fury.
"The fuck you looking at?" Keisha snapped, ready to jump out and fight.
The woman quickly averted her eyes.
She almost got into several accidents on her way to Linda's house.
When she pulled onto her aunt's street, her heart nearly stopped when she saw what was just outside her house. She then let out a surprised gasp, her heart racing like a jackhammer. "Lord, help me, Jesus."
There were police cars everywhere, emergency personnel and a whole lot of yellow tape. There were several sheets on the ground, covering still forms. This could only mean one thing.
A homicide had been committed.
Chapter 9
"A untie Linda!" Keisha yelled, pounding on her aunt's door, her heart racing in her ears.
Oh my God, what am I going to tell momma?
Keisha had parked to the side of all the commotion. When personnel had refused to immediately talk to her, she ran onto her Aunt's porch, screaming her name.
After waiting several minutes, wringing her hands with panic, she began to pull her cell out her purse, dreading what she had to do. That's when she heard the lock on the inside being undone, and she watched as the door was snatched open, revealing a gaunt face.
"My niece!"
"Thank you God!" Keisha wept with joy, relief filling her body.
If there was a real life version of the crypt keeper from Tales from the Crypt, then her aunt was the prime example. Heavy in her early years of life, Linda had eventually gotten so big, nearly four-hundred pounds, that she had gone on to have weight-loss surgery.
Now she was less than a shadow of her former self.
Shortly after surgery, for some reason or another, all of Linda's hair had fallen out, leaving her with patches of hair here and there. She was now forced to wear wigs, and on any given day, they might have looked like something you would scare children with.
Today she had on one such wig, hanging halfway lopsided off her head.
"Girl, what you crying for?" Linda asked curiously, mashing her gums. Keisha's nostrils were immediately assaulted by the smell of liquor and cigarette smoke.
Some things never change.
"Momma said that you hadn't been answering the phone," Keisha cried, her body shaking like a leaf. "When I saw the police and the yellow tape I thought something awful had happened to you.
Linda waved a dismissive hand, making a sour face. "Girl, them niggas know not to fuck with me." She glanced over Keisha's shoulder to the police in the
"Keisha, just let me call this girl right quick," Davonte said holding up his hands to keep his wife from walking out the door. "She'll be here in less than twenty minutes."
"Bye Davonte," Keisha said, turning, "Love you babies."
"Keisha!"
Keisha opened the door and rushed down the driveway, jumped into her Lexus and pulled off. A moment later, Davonte came running out onto the walkway, calling her name while barefoot, but was accosted by the nosy neighbor Holly who just so happened to be standing at the edge of her lawn for no apparent reason.
The bitch probably thought they were having an argument.
Her mind was filled with worry while she raced across town. Her aunt Linda was the oldest sister of her mother's three sisters. She also happened to be the only sister her mother could tolerate.
Always in a perpetual state of quarreling, the sisters rarely talked to each other, except Linda and her mother.
Linda had helped Keisha when she was just starting out, studying to become a teacher, so she owed her aunt a lot. The only problem was, her aunt could be ignorant as hell.
An educated woman that had worked as a secretary for the sheriff's office for many years, you would never guess it with how the woman could act when she was in her own house deep within the hood.
"Come on, God damn it!" Keisha yelled when she got stopped at a stoplight near the entrance to the south side, slamming on her horn.
A black woman stopped in the lane across from her, rolled her eyes at Keisha's fury.
"The fuck you looking at?" Keisha snapped, ready to jump out and fight.
The woman quickly averted her eyes.
She almost got into several accidents on her way to Linda's house.
When she pulled onto her aunt's street, her heart nearly stopped when she saw what was just outside her house. She then let out a surprised gasp, her heart racing like a jackhammer. "Lord, help me, Jesus."
There were police cars everywhere, emergency personnel and a whole lot of yellow tape. There were several sheets on the ground, covering still forms. This could only mean one thing.
A homicide had been committed.
Chapter 9
"A untie Linda!" Keisha yelled, pounding on her aunt's door, her heart racing in her ears.
Oh my God, what am I going to tell momma?
Keisha had parked to the side of all the commotion. When personnel had refused to immediately talk to her, she ran onto her Aunt's porch, screaming her name.
After waiting several minutes, wringing her hands with panic, she began to pull her cell out her purse, dreading what she had to do. That's when she heard the lock on the inside being undone, and she watched as the door was snatched open, revealing a gaunt face.
"My niece!"
"Thank you God!" Keisha wept with joy, relief filling her body.
If there was a real life version of the crypt keeper from Tales from the Crypt, then her aunt was the prime example. Heavy in her early years of life, Linda had eventually gotten so big, nearly four-hundred pounds, that she had gone on to have weight-loss surgery.
Now she was less than a shadow of her former self.
Shortly after surgery, for some reason or another, all of Linda's hair had fallen out, leaving her with patches of hair here and there. She was now forced to wear wigs, and on any given day, they might have looked like something you would scare children with.
Today she had on one such wig, hanging halfway lopsided off her head.
"Girl, what you crying for?" Linda asked curiously, mashing her gums. Keisha's nostrils were immediately assaulted by the smell of liquor and cigarette smoke.
Some things never change.
"Momma said that you hadn't been answering the phone," Keisha cried, her body shaking like a leaf. "When I saw the police and the yellow tape I thought something awful had happened to you.
Linda waved a dismissive hand, making a sour face. "Girl, them niggas know not to fuck with me." She glanced over Keisha's shoulder to the police in the
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