Chapter Twenty- Five
Share was talking to the detectives at her restaurant. Will had called and told her what had happened. He assured her that none of the employees were physically harmed, but they were all shook up after the ordeal.
The police began marking shell casings from the bullets that had been fired. The video camera located at the front of the store had been shot at and stopped recording. Fortunately, the other camera had captured footage of all the activities of the day. The detectives were viewing that tape on a VCR that was used to train new employees. There on the screen was Petie when he first entered the restaurant. He left and returned, wearing a ski mask and shooting his way through the building. The tape was put in slow motion so the detectives could get a good look at him. They also tried to identify Petie’s accomplice outside the store at the time of the shooting. Finally, they began to interview the customers and employees.
The detectives had everything they needed to make an arrest. Share filled them in on the letters that Petie had sent her prior to his release. She told them everything she knew, including his address and his friends’ names, and she prayed that they would catch him. After she told them about Petie’s history and the case that he was still on parole for, they were anxious to arrest him. Petie was bad news, and his rap sheet had violent acts that he’d committed listed all over it. One of the detectives asked Will if he knew why this ‘Petie guy’ would be trying to kill him. Will didn’t offer any information. He just told them ”No.”
Petie rode down St. Nicholas Avenue to 125th Street. He wanted to ride past McDonald’s and see what it looked like. There were police everywhere, and undercovers were all over the place. He saw Share’s car, and Will was standing outside talking to the detectives. ”Police-lovin’ muthafuckas,” he said aloud. He headed home, but as soon as he drove up Convent Avenue he saw a blue and white outside his building, along with some plain-clothes officers. Petie panicked. He pulled over and parked, turned off the ignition and watched them. They rang the intercom and somebody buzzed them in; he knew it wasn’t Renee because she was at her sister’s house.
The officers came back out after what seemed like forever. Now they appeared to be just hanging around. Petie started the Navigator, made a quick U-turn and headed to the Polo Grounds.
He grabbed his cell phone and called Ladelle. Lydia answered the phone and told him he wasn’t home. She said she did-n’t know where he was and that he was probably in the Bronx. Ladelle was sitting right there listening. He had told Lydia what to say. He didn’t want to be bothered; Petie wasn’t trying to change. Nigga wanted to keep doing the same thing over and over. Ladelle wasn’t feeling that shit anymore. He gave Lydia a signal to hang up the phone. Petie started telling her how the police were looking for him and that he was going to Queens for a couple of days. He told her to have Ladelle call him in Queensbridge. He knew the number out there.
Lydia hung up the phone and told Ladelle that they should have their number changed; she didn’t want Petie calling anymore. He was bad news.
Ladelle told her he was going to holla at Petie on some serious shit. He hadn’t told her about the McDonald’s episode. He knew she’d break, and he didn’t want her stressing and possibly complicate her pregnancy. Ladelle loved Petie in his own way, but he knew he was going to have to cut him off. It was just one of those things.
Petie decided that it was now time to finally get even with Share. He would fuck her before going to Queens...bitch wanna talk to the police and lay me down again, he thought before parking in front of her brownstone. He didn’t see her car anywhere and she did-n’t know what he was driving, so the element of surprise would be perfect.
Share left the restaurant and decided to shop on 142nd Street. She wanted to feed Pirate and take him for a walk when she got home. The detectives had said they’d notify her when Petie was in custody, and they asked Will to go to the precinct and give a statement. They believed he knew what had prompted the shooting. They thought it was over drug money and didn’t believe Will when he’d said he didn’t know what was going on.
Share turned on her block and parked. She sat in the car for a few minutes, trying to digest all the events of the day. She got out and took her Coach briefcase from off the back seat. She then hit the car alarm and took her house keys out of her purse. Petie eased up behind her as she put the key in the lock. ”Open the door and put the dog away before I kill both of y’all,” he said and placed his burner firmly to the back of her rib cage. The only thing she could do was obey.
They stepped inside the foyer and into the hallway of the brownstone. Pirate came running down the steps and Share instructed him to go back. He did what he was told. Share locked him in one of the rooms and turned toward Petie. ”Now what?” she said. He back-slapped her without hesitating. Share fell hard to the floor and looked up at Petie with a bloody lip as she tried to crawl away from him. He took off his jacket and reached down and popped the chain that hung from her neck.
”Petie, please, I never did anything to you. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you now. I swear I will,” Share cried, with blood spilling from her mouth and snot dripping out of her nose.
”Take off your clothes before I rip them off,” Petie ordered. Before Share could move, he pulled her up off the floor by her throat. Petie ripped the clothes from her body and dragged her into the bedroom by her hair. Share began to scream.
”Stop fucken screamin’ and cryin’. You wanna make all that noise—huh? I’m gonna give you reason to make noise,” Petie said. He spit a razor out of his mouth and cut off Share’s bra and thong. She stood before him, naked and shaking. She had never been so scared in her life. Petie asked her whether she was going to give it to him or did he have to take it.
”Fuck you!” Share said and spit in his face. Petie wiped her saliva from his face with his finger and licked it. ”You sick son of bitch. I don’t know how I could ha—”
Petie punched her in the face before she could finish her sentence. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick through the zipper hole. He pushed Share onto the bed and lay on top of her with his dick and knees in her face. He was shoving his meat into her mouth when she bit him. Petie hit Share in the face until she stopped moving. He went to the dresser and pulled two pairs of pantyhose out of one of the drawers. He pulled Share up to the headboard and tied each of her arms to the bedpost with the pantyhose. She lay on her stomach now, and Petie got completely undressed and lay back on top of her, rubbing his dick between her butt cheeks. She pleaded with him to stop, but he ignored her and roughly entered her. She was bleeding when he finally pulled out; he had ripped her. He rammed his dick back into her ass and fucked her over and over.
Share went into shock and somehow shitted on herself. Petie got up and walked to the bathroom sink, washed the blood and feces off his dick and left her lying there.
Will came in the house and called out to Share. There was no answer, and he thought she might be asleep. But Pirate was barking like somebody had snatched his food. He let Pirate out of the room, and he frantically rushed past Will and ran up the steps.
Will called out to Share again, and Pirate was barking like a mad dog now. Following Pirate, he walked to the top of the stairs and saw Share’s clothes thrown about. He walked into the bedroom and stopped in his tracks. Share was tied to the bed, and blood and shit were all over her legs. The room smelled like raw ass.
Will ran over to the bed and untied Share. He called 9-1-1 and then he called Kalif. Petie was definitely going to die tonight.
