The Dirty Divorce (7 page)

After climbin’ off my manhood, Trixie began suckin’ on the woman’s pussy as if her life depended on it. Trixie was gentle, but aggressive. The woman moaned and screamed like someone was killin’ her. Moments later, the woman began to shake a little before her body went completely numb. It was obvious that she’d cum for the first time of the night, but not the last. At that moment, I turned the chick around and started fucking her doggy style. I loved the way she felt as her ass bounced up against my stomach. I smacked it a few times then continued to pound her pussy like a jackhammer ‘til the base of my dick began to tingle.

“Oh, shit I’m about to cum!” I yelled.

“Go ahead. Cum Daddy,” Trixie replied.

Seconds later, I quickly pulled my dick out and squirted warm cum all over the chick’s back. It wasn’t long before Trixie came over and placed her mouth back over my tool to suck the rest of the juices out. Trixie was a real freak, and I loved that shit.

After the last round of sex, Trixie dismissed the chick after she got dressed and I gave her a stack for her services. As good as the girl’s pussy was I definitely had to have her back for another one of our little rendezvous. As soon as we were alone, Trixie laid on the bed and put her arms around me.

“So, did you get my text today? I saw your wife and I want that Louie bag she got, so you owe me.”

I frowned instantly. “Where did you see Lisa at?”

“She came to the shop to get her hair done. Somebody fucked her hair up, so I had to nurse that shit back to health. Maybe one day you’ll let me and Lisa fuck you together so that way we don’t have to keep sneaking around.”

Suddenly, I smacked the shit out of Trixie. Even though she was always sayin’ somethin’ slick out of her mouth, this time she was way out of line.

“Why the fuck did you hit me?” Trixie asked, holdin’ her cheek.

“Learn what the fuck to say out your dumb-ass mouth. I don’t play when it comes to my wife. You’ve known me long enough. Don’t play wit’ me like that. We just fuck. That’s my wife.”

“So, I’m just a fuck, Rich? I’ve been fucking with you for over two years and I still don’t mean anything to you? Do you know how hard it is to play dumb in front of your wife?”

I shook my head. “Trixie, how am I supposed to feel anything for you when you go around town givin’ up your pussy to every man you meet? Not to mention, you got a dude at home. You just fuck wit’ me because your man is broke. You think I’m stupid, but I know the game.”

“For your information, my man ain’t broke. He just came up on some bread and I’ve been doing just fine. If your ass had been around and not ducking my calls for the past month you would know that he upgraded my shop and bought me the new SL Benz. I fuck you because I love you Rich, not because of what you can do for me. I…”

I had to stop her. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“I said I love you. It started off with you being just a fuck for me, too. I had sex with you because you were looking out for me, but now it’s bigger than that. If that wasn’t the case then I wouldn’t be here. Mike has been doing everything possible to make me happy, but for some reason I can’t shake you. Rich, I love you!”

“I wasn’t talkin’ about that stupid love shit. I’m talkin’ about your so called man. How did he come up on some money?”

“Him and his boys robbed some dude and came up in a major way. He said he did it for me. He said he wanted to make me happy and give me the world. I told you it’s not always about money. Rich, you have no idea how I feel about you.”

As Trixie began to vent and cry, I immediately tuned her out. So many mixed emotions started runnin’ through my mind. I knew for a fact that the nigga she fucked wit’ was the same dude who’d robbed me. It wasn’t a doubt in my mind. He had to die tonight. As anger consumed my body, I looked at Trixie and placed my hand around her neck.

“Did you have anythin’ to do wit’ that shit?” It took everything I had not to kill her ass right on the spot. Trixie had this thing where she would make her boyfriend jealous and talk about all I did for Lisa, just to get him on his game. Trixie loved drama and kept shit goin’. Luckily, nothin’ ever got back to Lisa. This was the main reason why I kept my wife away from her shop.

“Get off of me! What are you doing?” Trixie asked as her eyes bulged.

“Answer me! Did you have anything to do wit’ that nigga robbin’ somebody?” For some reason, I didn’t want Trixie to know I was the person her boyfriend had robbed just in case she wasn’t involved.

“No…I didn’t,” Trixie pleaded. “What’s wrong with you?”

Somethin’ in her eyes told me she was tellin’ the truth so I let her go. I just hoped my gut instinct was right.

Trixie grabbed her neck then began to cough for a few seconds, before finally looking back at me. “Are you fucking crazy? What the hell was that all about?”

“Nothin’. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t involved. I don’t want my girl to be participatin’ in shit like that.” Trixie was no where near my girl, but I had to put that out there to make sure she wouldn’t know what I was up to.

“So, that’s the way you had to show me?” Trixie asked as she coughed again.

“I’m sorry,” I replied, turnin’ on the charm.

Trixie finally forced a smile. “I’m glad you finally called me your girl. That sounded nice.”

After calmin’ her down a bit more, I let Trixie know that I had some things to take care of and I would be back even though I had no plans on comin’ back at all. Wit’ revenge on my mind, I quickly left the hotel, jumped in my car and called Carlos to let him know what was up. He knew what time it was and was ready for us to handle our business. As I drove down Route 1 in Alexandria, thoughts of me fuckin’ Trixie in the first place, started to consume my mind. If I’d just kept my dick in my pants, none of this would’ve probably ever happened. Trixie threw it at me and I fell for it, but I guess I had finally learned the hard way that good pussy had a hefty price tag.

CHAPTER SIX

Rich

Carlos and I headed down Indian Head Highway three hours later to make sure Mike paid for what he did to me and my wife. I had one of my other soldiers, Rico, casin’ Trixie’s crib to see if the nigga was home, and luckily he was. Trixie had made the caper easy by givin’ up all the information I needed for my revenge. She’d told me months ago exactly where they lived and what kind of car the nigga drove which ultimately worked in my favor. The bitch loved to pillow talk, which was probably the reason I was caught up in this shit to begin wit’. As I listened to Lil Wayne’s song, Shoot Me Down, my rage began to rise and my blood boiled. Thinkin’ about all the shit the nigga had done, I was ready for war. Mike was gonna pay for what he did. I was ready to settle the score.

Once we pulled up on Trixie’s street, we parked behind Rico who was sittin’ several yards away. After quickly turnin’ off the car and the headlights, I made sure to call Trixie one last time to make sure she was still at the hotel. I didn’t need her to make any surprise visits, and we definitely didn’t need any witnesses. When Trixie confirmed that she was still in Crystal City, and would stay there ‘til her flight the next mornin’, I quickly hung up then gave Carlos a head nod lettin’ him know it was time.

Dressed in all black, all three of us made our way to the back of the house like trained ninjas makin’ sure no one spotted us. Our plan was to go in through the basement door, hopin’ that his punk ass hadn’t activated the alarm. However, even if he had, that shit still wasn’t gonna stop me from draggin’ his ass out. If the alarm was on, I would just snatch his ass up and continue the job somewhere else. Either way, this was his last day breathin’. My anger was so built up. I wanted to just blast his ass, but I had to remember how much he’d hurt my family, so his death had to be slow and painful. There wasn’t even a need for maskin’ up because I wanted the punk muthafucka to see my face. This nigga was going to pay.

When we reached the basement door, I looked at Rico. “Have you seen any activity in the house since you been posted up?” I asked in a low tone.

“Yeah, his niggas left about an hour ago, so he should be alone if his bitch not in there,” Rico replied. It was hard for him to speak in a low voice since his shit was so deep.

“No, she’s not here. I just called her,” I replied.

“Then we’re straight,” Rico said just before Carlos pulled out a mini flashlight, along wit’ a tension wrench and began to pick the lock. Luckily, Trixie didn’t have one of those slidin’ glass doors because we would’ve had to break the window, which was the plan if all else failed. However, Carlos was a beast when it came to locks. Not only had he started stealin’ cars at the age of twelve, but he also had been caught as a juvenile on several breakin’ and enterin’ charges. All that changed when Carlos got into the drug game, but he still had his skills.

A few moments later, we heard a click, and Carlos immediately spoke up. “Bingo.” It didn’t take long for him to slowly turn the doorknob and open the door. To our surprise, an alarm didn’t go off, which made shit even smoother.

We started up the steps from the basement and ended up in the kitchen. You could smell the aroma of weed and cheap-ass dollar store air freshers throughout the house, which was so disrespectful for a crib in the suburbs. You can take the nigga out the hood, but can’t take the hood out the nigga, I thought to myself as Rico, Carlos, and I moved through the kitchen to the foyer. We listened closely before we approached the carpeted stairs that led to the top floor.

Glancin’ to my left on the wall was a nearly nude photo of Trixie that all three of us stared at. Damn, why does Trixie’s dumb-ass have a picture like that downstairs instead of in her bedroom? I could never make a bitch like that my girl. How did I let her stay around for so long anyway? I thought. No matter how good her pussy was, I vowed to never fuck that hot-ass bitch again. It was time to move on.

Hearin’ the loud music from upstairs, we had a feelin’ that’s where the nigga was, so we didn’t waste time headin’ that way. Wit’ all of our guns drawn, we went straight into the master bedroom then stopped when we heard Mike on the phone in the bathroom orderin’ tickets to Jay-Z’s show at the Verizon Center.

“Yeah, Nikki, I need you to order me two tickets on the front row, ya dig. My bitch gotta be front in center, she love that nigga Jay.” I could tell he was takin’ a pull from his blunt because his voice got extremely hoarse like he was about to choke. “Put it on yo’ credit card and I’ll bring you the money later on. Man, that’s my wifey. I’ll give you some extra money, damn!”

We stood in position in case he was about to make his way downstairs. However, the more we waited for the right time to get at his ass the more pissed off I got, but Carlos shot me a look, that said be easy, so I did. A few seconds later, we heard the shower runnin’ and then he started to sing, so at that point I knew we had to go in after him. As we all moved upstairs, Carlos adjusted the backpack on his shoulder that contained all the shit we needed to torture Mike’s ass as the music and singin’ got even louder.

Mike blasted Young Jeezy. “Let’s talk about money cuz I get a lot of it, I get a lot of it,” he sung as I heard the shower curtain close. “Twist my fingas tho up my hood. Let’s get this money, I know I would, I know that’s right, but still I do wrong.” All of a sudden, Mike started laughin’. “Damn I need to call my niggas back over here, so we can test out my new studio downstairs!”

As Mike sung Jeezy songs like he was about to get a record deal, my blood began to boil. Little did he know, we were two seconds away from puttin’ him six feet under.

I didn’t even wait to see if Carlos and Rico were ready before I slowly opened the bathroom door, then quietly walked inside.

“I need to call up Trixie so she can give up some of that ass before she leaves for N.C.,” Mike said out loud.

“You know what nigga, I still got your bitch’s pussy on my dick right now,” I boasted as I snatched the curtain back to expose his bitch-ass.

Before he could respond, Carlos immediately smacked the shit out of him wit’ the butt of his .9mm.

Even though Mike seemed scared, he didn’t show it. “Fuck you, Rich!” he boldly stated. He leaned against the shower wall holdin’ his head.

“No, muthafucka…fuck you. Did you think that I wasn’t gonna find out about what you did? I mean did you forget that the streets are always watchin’ and always talkin’?” When he didn’t answer, I continued. “So, all of this over Trixie, huh? Who the fuck makes a hoe a housewife?” I looked over at my soldier. “Rico, grab that nigga so we can get this shit poppin’,” I ordered. It felt good. I was on top and now this nigga was my bitch. My prisoner.

Rico immediately grabbed Mike and drug him out of the shower. Although Mike tried to put up a fight, he didn’t succeed up against Rico’s massive 6’2, two hundred and fifty pound frame. This had been somethin’ I dreamed of every night since Denie’s birthday a month ago. How I was going to make the muthafucka who ruined my wife pay.

I contemplated fuckin’ him up to the point that he would live a miserable ass life, like sawin’ off his legs and arms, but then I decided he didn’t need to live. We ended up draggin’ him to the basement completely naked. Since he wanted to lay down some tracks so bad, I thought it was best for me to do him right in his studio.

I laughed when Rico threw his ass on the floor. “Get up Mikey, you don’t mind me callin’ you Mikey do you? Does that shit sound familiar?” I yelled then kicked him in his stomach.

Carlos was treacherous and I knew he was the one for this job when he pushed Mike down on his stomach and stepped on his head wit’ his Nike Boots while he taped Mike’s mouth, hands, and feet. He then grabbed the hammer out of the backpack and began to sodomize Mike wit’ the handle. The shit was gross, but I wanted him to feel Lisa’s pain. Carlos then took the hammer out of his ass and smacked him straight in his mouth wit’ it. It must’ve instantly loosened some of Mike’s teeth because he began to choke.