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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Epigraph

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 01

  Chapter 02

  Chapter 03

  Chapter 04

  Chapter 05

  Chapter 06

  Chapter 07

  Chapter 08

  Chapter 09

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  HOMICIDE CENTRAL

  Copyright Page

  “Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”

  —stephen King

  “A bad review is like baking a cake with all the best ingredients and having someone sit on it.”

  —Danielle steel

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  I would like to thank Endria Chachere for the much needed editing help, love you so much. Vince McMahon has the best doctors!!! Special shout out to all the AKA ladies I know and haven’t been formally introduced to- the green and the pink. You dames bless the earth with grace, beauty and elegance.

  Charlene Braithwaite-Lovett, Naomi Gonzalez Howard, Arlene Ponce, Deesha Hutchins, La Jill Hunt, Desha Newman-Colon, Delonya Conyers and those I forgot to mention (sorry, my brain be bad sometimes), thanks for reading Smut Central early and letting me know what you felt. I’m very glad you reading vixens enjoyed. I see you Yoshe!!! I love my mommy…

  Uno,

  Brandon McCalla

  01

  “Markus Johnson,” the psychiatrist said, after he walked into her well furnished office. “Please, have a seat.”

  She waved an arm toward a long soft leather couch then she closed the door. Before sitting down, Markus walked over to a huge bookshelf, scrolled a finger over a couple of the leather bound text books. Most of the books on the shelf were school books from her college days. He laughed while looking at all the books on psychiatry and psychology she had studied. Eventually Markus sat down on the couch. The doctor sat on an adjacent chair facing the couch.

  The psychiatrist crossed her long legs. She seemed to be in her early thirties, or maybe her well preserved forties. Her face was plain and she wore glasses, but there was an attraction.

  It was her eyes, very dark blue and almond shaped. White stockings sheathed her toned legs. She had nicely defined hips, and thick thighs.

  Slowly Markus’s feet tapped softly against the rug as he eyed her body for a long while. He saw the way her eyes widened then narrowed. She wore a light brown, very conservative skirt suit, with white shirt. The heels she wore were modest, but the style spelled expensive.

  Although her skirt hadn’t pushed high enough for him to see whether she was wearing a garter or not, his imagination did the rest. She had a very sexy body. Her breasts were at least a thirty eight C cup. Markus wasn’t sure what her ass looked like, but he was certain it looked as fuck-able as the rest of her body. He could tell she was used to men looking at her body. He finally stopped ogling her, and looked at her face.

  “My daughter’s mother recommended you. She said you might be able to help me, if you get my meaning.”

  Markus had decided to grab the bull by the horns, and take control of the first session. He wasn’t completely sure why he was in a psychiatrist’s office to begin with, but here he was on the couch nonetheless.

  “Yes, Gwyneth, she told me you’ve been having anxiety attacks and you have been blacking out. You might have possibly been experiencing panic attacks. What did your primary doctor say?” The psychiatrist asked, eyeing him keenly.

  “All the blood work and the neurological tests came back negative. Anxiety attacks…?” Markus scoffed. “Is that what she told you?”

  “Yes, that is what Gwyneth shared with me,” the psychiatrist readily smiled.

  She was a bit perplexed when the tall handsome and well built Black man walked into her office. Her patient, Gwyneth was white, conservative, and very successful. This man was far younger than Gwyneth. He was wearing jeans, construction boots and a basketball jersey.

  His thick platinum chain and the two rings on his right hand that twinkled with lots of diamonds appeared expensive. He looked like a rap star, a gangster or a drug dealer. Gwyneth told her he was famous, but never got into what sort of fame. She said he was harmless. Dr. Nancy Adler took a deep breath.

  “Anxiety,” Markus said, grimacing. “I don’t know, but I have been blacking out,” he said, staring suspiciously at her. “I blacked out in a club, in the middle of work another time, and once while I was just brushing my teeth.”

  Nancy Adler was a very well established shrink. Markus hadn’t seen another Black person while he was in the waiting room. And from the way the secretary and the other patients were looking at him, none of them had seen any until he walked in the door.

  “How old are you?” Dr. Adler asked.

  She knew Gwyneth was in her late thirties, like she was. This man sitting on her couch couldn’t be any older than twenty. He was a very impressively built man, not too muscular, but tall. Nancy Adler could see why a woman like Gwyneth would be sexually attracted to him. She had gotten pregnant by him, and they had a daughter together.

  “Why do you ask?”

  “Why wouldn’t I?” Dr. Adler replied.

  “Cute,” he said with a snicker. “That rebuttal was cute. Did one of those books on that shelf teach you that?”

  “As a matter of fact, yes one did,” Dr. Adler smiled, even though she knew he was trying to get under her skin. “I would guess you are, a year or two older or younger than twenty-one.”

  “True,” Markus answered. “I’m around that. Why do you ask?” before she could reply, he said, “Is it the age difference between Gwyneth and myself or…?” Markus asked, tracing both index fingers down the sides of his defined torso. “Is it this, if you get my meaning…”

  Markus waited for a reaction, but the psychiatrist paused coolly before responding.

  “Gwyneth hasn’t spoken much about you. Quite frankly, I didn’t expect to see what I saw when you walked in.”

  “No one in the waiting room did either. Shit, Doctor, I don’t wanna be here, Gwyneth recommended you. She said you’re her shrink. And that my anxiety attacks, blackouts or whatever, might be psychological, if you get my meaning?”

  “They may well be, Mr. Johnson.”

  “Call me Markus, or Mr. Excitement, that’s what everybody calls me, Mr. Excitement.”

  “Mr. Excitement…?” She repeated sarcastically. “Are you some sort of celebrity, a rapper, perhaps…?” Dr. Adler paused smirking. “Maybe you’re an athlete… A basketball player…?”

  “None of the above,” he said with a sardonic smile. “I’m an adult entertainer.”

  “Excuse me…?” She exclaimed. “An adult entertainer…?”

  “Yeah, a porn star if you get my meaning? You don’t watch porn?”

  “I haven’t seen one in a very long time.”

  “I’ll make sure you get a couple copies of my flicks. They’re very popular,” Markus proudly laughed. “I’m a very good performer.”

  “Ahem, you said you blacked out during w
ork. Was it during…?” Dr. Adler asked, looking uncomfortable.

  “Kind of… If you get my meaning,” he uttered.

  “And you also blacked out while you were brushing your teeth. What were you thinking about during these two incidents… ah activities…?”

  “Hmm,” Markus mused for a beat. “I was thinking about how beautiful the girl was. She had the nicest ass. See, she was what we call a newbie in the biz, a virgin to the camera. I was breaking her in. Her name is Vonchell, I think. Yeah, it was Vonchell, the up and cumin’ porn diva. She’s the best-looking vixen I’ve been with on film,” he said reflectively. “That girl was a little shy at first. So I was loosening her up, if you get my meaning. We were doing an awesome oral scene, and I just blacked out.”

  “I see,” Dr. Adler worded dryly. “Continue…”

  “She was on her fours. That’s industry talk for doggie style, if you get my meaning…” Markus winked mischievously.

  “Okay…” The doctor said, listening intently. She was not amused.

  “I was in front of her. She had just finished polishing me off. That’s industry talk for…” He continued.

  “I think I get it Mr. Johnson…”

  “Please Doctor, call me Markus,” he paused, smiling before continuing. “In any event, I moved behind her. We finished with the oral, and was about to get the vaginal penetration on camera, from behind. There was no need for any cut and redirection. Our scenes were all great. The chemistry we had was good.”

  “It all sounds so technical,” she uttered with sarcasm under her breath.

  “It is, if you get my meaning…?” he responded sarcastically. “I had my dick in my hand, jerking off. Then I was about to push in-between them perfect ass cheeks...”

  “Oh!” the psychiatrist blurted with widened eyes.

  Markus saw her cheeks glowing red. He smiled. “All of a sudden, I started getting flashbacks of my past, I think. Bits and pieces, I can’t remember. Then I just blacked out.”

  “What about your past?” She asked. “And the bits and pieces you can’t remember, what exactly do you mean?”

  “I can only recall as far back as when I was eight or nine years old. Then sometimes I see things… Images, people, places, my parents I think and, and…” Markus wanted to say more, but couldn’t speak.

  It was like there was no air in the room. He couldn’t breathe. He saw a man and a woman. They were waving at him, looking at him with fake smiles on their faces. He saw a little girl with them. She was crying. Someone was dragging him away…Away from them, away from his family…

  The room began spinning and all the oxygen was sucked out of it. He thought he heard the psychiatrist ask him, “Are you okay?” He thought he heard her say, “Quickly, lie back down on the couch.”

  He didn’t realize he was rising from his sitting position until his legs turned to jelly. He fell back down on the couch. Everything suddenly went dark.

  02

  “Drink this,” Dr. Adler said to the recently revived Markus Johnson.

  He was lying on the couch, looking at the plain faced psychiatrist who was looking down at him. In her hand, she had a glass of water. Markus got into a sitting position before graciously accepting the glass.

  After he took a couple of gulps, he asked, “How long was I in La-La-Land?”

  “La-La-Land…?” She snickered at what he named his blackouts. “Only for a couple of minutes, I was able to revive you with smelling salt. I always have a bottle handy for this sort of occasion, Mr. Johnson.” She sat back in a chair facing the couch. “How long are you usually out during these blackouts, without being revived?”

  “I don’t know, maybe an hour or so.” Markus saw the doctor’s expression and asked, “Is that bad?”

  “Blackouts are not good all by themselves, regardless of how long or short you are unconscious. You just lie in slumber. Some people have been known to function during blackouts. And that can be dangerous.”

  “What do you mean by function?”

  “Like sleep walking, you were about to say something about your parents. I asked you what you were thinking of during one of your blackouts. And you said you were thinking about your past. How do you feel now? Do you feel like you are going to go back to,” she asked smirking, “La-La-Land?”

  “No,” he answered. “Gwyneth didn’t tell you much about me?”

  “No,” she said. Then she smiled at Markus. “Gwyneth as you well know has problems of her own. You never seemed to be one of them.”

  “Okay, that’s true.”

  “Now about the bits and pieces of your past and you only being able to remember as far back as nine years old? You are so young? You should be able to remember more, much more?”

  “I don’t know what it is,” he replied honestly. “It’s like I woke one day in the middle of my life. I was around eight or nine years old, in an orphanage. I stayed there till I was about fourteen. Then I ran away. I was homeless, out on the streets of New York, bouncing from shelter to shelter, doing what I had to do to survive for about ten months. I met Gwyneth, and she took me away from all that.”

  “My God…!” She exclaimed.

  The psychiatrist didn’t know what else to say. She couldn’t fathom a woman like Gwyneth Manners harboring the young Black teenager from off the streets. “Are you telling me you awoke one day in an orphanage, not knowing how you got there, and no recollection of what actually happened?”

  “Yes, I mean no. See, I knew my name but other than that, nothing else. The people at the orphanage told me I fell and hit my head so hard I lost consciousness. And when I came to, I lost my memory. Don’t look at me like that doctor, before you ask, no I don’t know who my parents are. The people at the orphanage never told me a damn thing about myself. They said they had no information anyway. They said someone dropped me at the doorstep, rang the bell and ran off, if you get my meaning…”

  “Astounding…!” She exclaimed.

  “I think I see my parents before each blackout. There was the first time at the club, and then before the doggie style scene with Vonchell… Then it happened while I was brushing my teeth, and here on this couch. I don’t know anything about my past. I didn’t hang around the orphanage long enough to find out. The orphanage was bad news. Gwyneth took me to the social security office but there wasn’t any record of me. I haven’t a birth certificate either. It’s like the beginning of my life up to that age was erased. It’s like I wasn’t even born, if you get my meaning…”

  “I can’t believe this?” Dr. Adler said with genuine bewilderment.

  Before she could say anything else Markus said, “I didn’t come here to talk about my past. I’m here to talk about my present, if you get my meaning… The anxiety attacks.”

  “I’m not sure if your blackouts are due to anxiety, though I believe you are suffering from something psychological. And you see things before you blackout. I find that interesting. The fact that there is no record of your birth and you not having a social security number is very unusual. Perhaps you are from another country.”

  “Like Africa, or somewhere like that, doctor? Perhaps,” Markus mumbled.

  He drained the glass of water and got off the couch. The psychiatrist looked as if she would stand as well. Markus held a hand out motioning for her to remain seated. “Dr. Adler…”

  “Call me Nancy, Mr. Excitement,” she said.

  “Call me Markus, Nancy. Mr. Excitement is a stage name. I wanna be real with you. What I tell you is no act. The place I be seeing before blacking out is an urban area. Like right here in New York City, somewhere, I think.”

  She watched him walk over to her desk. He placed the empty glass atop it. He reached for a book she had on the desk. “Sometimes, I read books and know the ending of the story before I reach the second chapter. Children’s books, and no, I ain’t dumb or nothing, but I’m very curious at times. I look at children’s things to see if they’ll trigger something in me. Gwyneth told me something mi
ght spark some of my memories. She was right. I once did a movie in Brazil, and I felt as if I was there before. It’s like I know of places I’ve never been. I don’t think about these things much, I hang out in the streets. And when its time to do a porno my agent calls me, and I go do the damn thing.”

  “You might have possibly read those books and been to these places, Markus. How can you be sure when you have no recollection of a great deal of your past?”

  “True…”

  “Let’s talk about the first time you blacked out, and these bits and pieces of your past?” she asked.

  Markus walked back to the couch and sat down. He began rubbing his bald head. Dr. Adler thought he might blackout again. He didn’t. She gave him a concerned look. He looked at her, smiled and said, “The first time it happened was over a month ago, at this lounge. I met this woman. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. She didn’t give me the time of day. She was with a few of her coworkers and friends. There was something about her. I couldn’t stop looking. I was drawn to her. It was like I had seen her before, but I couldn’t recall ever seeing or meeting her.”

  “Go on,” the doctor ordered.

  “I offered to buy her a drink, she refused. Something about her must have triggered something in my mind. I started seeing things, a building somewhere, two people who might be my parents. Then I just blacked out.”

  The psychiatrist said, “Interesting,” After a brief silence between the two. “Tell me about the second incident?” she said.

  “The second time was just before the doggie style scene with Vonchell. We were shooting the film in this huge hotel suite the entertainment company used a couple of times. I saw a little girl, of all things. And I saw those same people again. I was being yanked away by someone. Apparently I didn’t want to go where that person was taking me. The little girl was crying. She was crying…”

  “They might possibly be your parents and that little girl, a relation of some sort. What about the third time?”