Page 23 of When Darkness Comes Knocking
Fortune told me not to open the door unless it was the police or him. I agreed and put my phone on speaker. My heart raced as I paced my floor back and forth. I couldn’t believe someone just tried to kill me. If I didn’t have my weapon, there was no telling what would’ve happened.
My body vibrated. I could hear the police sirens in the distance, but I wouldn’t feel myself again until I was in Fortune’s arms. The sirens grew closer, and their red and blue lights filled my salon.
Hurriedly, I walked to the door and peered out of it. The two uniformed cops exited their vehicle and walked toward me. I walked out and greeted them.
“Evening, Officers. I’m Perrae Powers and I made the call. Over there is my vehicle. It’s completely ruined. However, there’s more.”
“Evening, ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant, and this is my partner, Officer Garner. Are you hurt anywhere?” he probed.
“I’m not hurt physically, but mentally and emotionally is a different story.”
“That’s understandable. I see your car is totally wrecked, but what’s the more you speak of? What else happened?” Officer Garner quizzed. They walked over to my car, flashing their lights over it with me in tow.
I exhaled. “After I made the call to y’all, I heard a bottle roll. I looked up, and a hooded figure stood right over there at the end of the lot.” I pointed in that direction.
Both officers turned and looked then focused their attention on me. “What happened after that?” Officer Bryant queried. His flashlight roamed over the ground and stopped at a few droplets of blood.
“I slowly walked back to my salon when that person lunged full speed at me. I’m a legal concealed carrier. I hit him in his shoulder to slow his movements down, but he continued to pursue me. I fired and shot him in his thigh.
“After that, I ran back inside and locked the doors. I called my boyfriend. I’ve been waiting on you guys the remainder of time.” I released another deep breath.
Officer Bryant noted my statements in his notepad. Officer Garner pulled on blue medical gloves and collected samples of the blood found at the scene. Screeching tires filled the lot. We all looked up instantly, but it was only Fortune.
His customized black truck swiftly turned into the first empty spot before he hauled ass to me.
“Do you know this man?” Officer Bryant questioned.
I could see why he was concerned. Fortune was a big man in height and size. Niggas with them maintained prison bodies hit different. Fortune’s fitness routine was rigorous, and he never missed a day of it.
“Yes. I know him. This is my boyfriend, Fortune Makers.”
Officer Bryant went back to what he was doing. I faced Fortune and basked in his tight embrace. “Thank you so much for coming. I’m so grateful you’re here.”
“Baby, stop saying thank you. I’m your man. It’s my job to be here and support.”
Fortune released me partially. His hands cradled my face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
I shook my head. “Not physically, but mentally and emotionally, yes. It’s been a minute since I fired my weapon. I didn’t feel good about it, but I’m glad to be alive, that’s for sure.”
“That’s my girl. Always shoot first and ask questions after. We’re going to get through this. I promise you we are.”
I nodded. My tears had finally fallen. I was in my safe space, so I could do so. Fortune was my safe space for sure. “I hear you and believe you.”
Fortune pulled me back in his arms. “Please believe me, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I believe it, love.”
A throat cleared, and both of us looked at the officers. “Ma’am, by any chance, did you see the face of your attacker? Do you have any leads on who it can be?”
“I didn’t see the person’s face because they wore a large hood, but from the build, it was definitely a man. He was tall, medium build, with broad shoulders. As far as enemies goes, I don’t have any, but my neighbor and I are on bad terms.
“I’ve made reports of his rude, aggressive, and violent behavior. I recently had cameras installed in my home because I had no video footage proof that it was him sabotaging my property besides what my gut instincts told me. I know actual proof of my neighbor committing those acts would help. There are cameras here, though, but again, they won’t show his face because of his hood. I’ll provide the footage for you all,” I affirmed.
“That would be great. Also, I’m sorry about your neighbor. Can you provide his name and your address? We’ll look into this matter for you,” Officer Bryant voiced.
“Thank you, guys. I’ll get that footage for you,” I replied. I gave them Myron’s name and retrieved the footage from my office. After a few more questions, the officers left.
Triple D Towing arrived and towed my car to my dealership. I hated to be in this bind. My car wasn’t brand new, but she was a luxury model. I’d have to get a loaner until further notice.
