Keys On The Piano (when black and white play together)

We arrived at the airport in Atlanta; checked in and boarded our plane to Italy. I was feeling good now and couldn’t wait to get to our destination. My body didn’t relax until I saw all of my family. I sat around listening to them tell me why they should be at home. I didn’t care what they said, they weren’t going anywhere. I had to make sure the slate was clean, before I let them go home. I started trying to figure out ways to do what I needed to do to get to Washington. I could let Pedro go, but what if something happened to him. I had to lay low for awhile, hoping they’d read the letter and head to Indiana and then we would make our move to Washington. I gathered papers together to send to the world news. They needed to know about the kind of man that was working for the Federal Department. He was a killer and dangerous to anyone who came in contact with him. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to destroy him, but I was working on a master plan. I had been so busy lately, that I wasn’t aware of my birthday right around the corner. I felt old and hadn’t even reached eighty yet. I knew my son’s father was having a fit. He didn’t know where in the hell we were. I listened to the over full messages in my voice mail through the remote server, instead of my cell phone. Scorpion had been calling every day, trying to find us. I had to call him on his other cell phone, seeing that he never called from the other one he owned. I dialed his cell phone and explained what was going on. He told me about some men coming by his home looking for me, but he never opened the door, only talked to them from behind the door. I told him to pack up and leave because they’ll be back, once they arrive in Michigan. He listened to every detail I told him and I stayed on the phone with him, until he was out of the house and headed up the highway. He drove to Ohio and flew to California and then to Italy, under a fake name. I was playing it close, but I couldn’t allow them to kill my kids’ father. He means the world to me and I knew I would kill over if something happened to him. I talked things over with Pedro, not caring if he didn’t understand. My kids loved their father and it wouldn’t be right if he was killed because of me. I knew Antonio and his crew would kill him if they thought he knew something and refused to tell it. This shit was beginning to get crazy. Scorpion arrived in Italy sometime after midnight and I put him up at a hotel close by. Thank God I called him when I did or he’d probably be dead by sunset. I thought about the earrings Eva gave me and pulled them from the hiding place in my suitcase. I jumped at the sound of Naomi’s voice. She was babbling something in confusion and I couldn’t understand her. Naomi walked over and knocked the earrings to the floor, before I could put them on. I didn’t know she could do things like that. It scared the shit out of me to where I ran to get Pedro. He came running towards me, thinking that Antonio and his crew were near. I told him what was going on and he realized that something was wrong with the earrings. I covered them up and put them away and Naomi started talking about the earrings had Antonio’s blood on them. I sat down and thought about her words, listening intently; but hoping for a solution to her words. I couldn’t even think straight, outside of the fact that Naomi wanted me to leave the earrings alone. I didn’t know if Deleon was dead or alive. I was tired from not getting enough rest. Antonio and his crew had me nervous and scared all wrapped into one. I had to find out their location, before they found mines. We started making plans to fly out that Friday, headed for New York and Washington. I used Naomi’s mind to locate Antonio and found out they were headed to Indiana to find my family. I laughed about it and realized I had outsmarted the bastard again. I wasn’t nervous now, being that Antonio was in Indiana. I explained to my family that they were to stay put until I contacted them. We landed around nine that Friday morning, being that Italy’s time is five hours ahead of New York; we had to re-route and go to New York first. I was a little disappointed, because that gave Antonio enough time to meet us in Washington. That’s how my mind was thinking. The dam man didn’t even know where we were. Usually when I went to New York I’d shop, but not this time. We stayed hidden in the shadows of our hotel room, fucking and getting our groove on. The feel of his smooth fingers dancing across my back, had me going. I was arching my ass up, twitching and begging to be handled. He took his time, exploring my most desirable parts. I had forgotten just how good it felt to feel his vanilla skin, on top of mines; with all this drama going on.