The Dirty Divorce (8 page)

“Fuck y’all!” Mike managed to say.

I bent down and leaned over him. “So, is this the same dick you stuck in my wife?” When Mike didn’t respond, I looked over at Rico. “Oh, I think this muthafucka must have some type of memory lost!” I yelled before punchin’ him in his face.

When Mike began to squirm, it didn’t take long for the bitch to definitely come out. The look in his eyes gave me satisfaction that the war was soon to be over. The look of fear in his eyes made me bend down again to hear what he had to say.

“Man, you were fucking my girl. All I wanted was for Trixie to love me, and all she talked about is how much money you had. I got tired of hearing your name in our fucking conversations.”

“You kidnapped and raped my damn wife all because of some speculation in the streets. She’s a whore! Why the fuck you think they call that slut Trixie? You fell in love wit’ a trick!” I yelled.

“It wasn’t speculation. I’ve been following y’all for a while now. I even followed y’all to Atlantic City. I knew you were fucking her.”

“I take all my bitches out of town. Your bitch wasn’t special. You the only nigga out here who loves that hoe!”

“So, what. She was my girl, not yours,” Mike replied.

I laughed. “You sound like a real bitch right now. Are you that pussy whipped?” At that moment, Carlos and Rico started laughin’, too. “Was Trixie involved?” I asked Mike. I had to know if she was tellin’ the truth.

“Why?” Mike inquired.

“Did I tell you to ask me any questions, nigga? Answer me! Did Trixie have anythin’ to do wit’ that shit?”

I guess Mike could tell from my expression that I wasn’t playin’ around because he answered wit’ a weak, “No.”

“Good because I can’t even begin to tell you what I was gonna do to her if she was,” I answered. “Where them other niggas at?” I wasn’t sure if Mike was gonna snitch on his boys, but it was worth a shot. He never responded.

“Enough talking. Let’s punish this nigga,” Carlos added. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was ready to do some damage.

“Yeah,” Rico co-signed.

All of a sudden, Mike got extremely bold. “You should’ve stayed away from her then I wouldn’t have had a reason to do what I did. You fucked my girl, so it was only right that I fuck yours.”

The veins in my neck began to throb. I was so pissed off. “That was the wrong answer.” I turned to Rico. “Since this muthafucka decided to stick his dick in my wife without permission, cut that shit off. I’m tired of hearin’ him talk!”

Luckily we were in the soundproof studio because when Rico grabbed a pair of hedge clippers out the backpack and cut Mike’s dick off, he let out a horrific scream that could be heard from miles away. Blood shot out from everywhere.

Carlos shot me a look. “This is how we do it on the West side!” he blurted out wit’ his Columbian accent.

I had to admit, Carlos was definitely better at killin’ niggas than I was. He’d learned it from the best; his father, my Uncle Lorenzo, who was our Columbian connect and had street cred that I would die for. I handled my business when I had to, but I just popped niggas, never any demented shit like we were doin’ now, but Mike deserved it. I had a message to relay to all the young niggas in the street who didn’t know who the fuck I was.

Not wantin’ to be at the scene too much longer, I decided to hurry up and finish Mike off. Not to mention, the stench of his fresh wound was damn near unbearable. It was time to go. When I gave Carlos a quick head nod, he handed me the silencer that I quickly placed on my gun. Moments later, I put the .45 caliber to Mike’s temple and smiled.

“Lights out, nigga.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Rich

Instead of goin’ back to the hotel wit’ Trixie, I called her just to cover my tracks so there wouldn’t be any suspicions later. Not to mention, bein’ wit’ her right after I’d popped her man wasn’t the best idea. I told her Denie was sick and that I had to rush home to be wit’ my baby. I started to use Lisa as an excuse, but Trixie would’ve caught on to that lie instantly. She knew Lisa didn’t come between me and my infidelity most of the time, so I had to switch up my story. As I turned on Military Road, I thought back to Trixie tellin’ me that she saw Lisa today, which pissed me off. I hated when Lisa lied to me. Regardless of the fact that it was in the wee hours of the mornin’, I was gonna let her ass have it once I got home.

After I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later, for the first time in weeks I felt a sigh of relief. Now that I’d taken care of Mike, all I had to do was pop them other two niggas so my family could be safe again. I needed to know that my family was no longer a target so I could focus on my business ventures in L.A. ‘Til then, I couldn’t get too comfortable. I knew how niggas were when it came to revenge, and even though no one knew I’d killed Mike, I still couldn’t get too relaxed. I had to stay two steps ahead of these muthafuckas at all times.

When I walked into the house Lisa had fallen asleep on the couch in the family room. Before I woke her up, I stood over her and stared at her honey toned skin for a bit. She was such a beautiful woman and despite all the other bitches I had, I still loved Lisa. It upset me sometimes because she didn’t see how much I loved her. I tried to give her the world even though I felt like nothin’ I did was ever enough. My anger set in all of a sudden when I looked at her hair and thought back to her goin’ to Trixie’s shop and how she had lied to me.

“Lisa, wake up!” When she didn’t move, I shoved her. “Wake your ass up!”

“Huh, Rich I’m tired. Let me go back to sleep,” she replied incoherently.

I pulled on her arm. “Man, get the fuck up. You know I can’t carry your ass up the stairs.”

“Leave me alone!” she yelled then pulled away.

“Where you go today, Lisa?”

“What? Rich leave me alone,” she said as she dozed back to sleep.

I glanced over at the leather ottoman and saw her prescription bottle of sleepin’ pills, which explained why she was so out of it. At first I agreed for her to take them after the rape incident, but now that she was obviously becomin’ addicted, I had to put an end to that shit. I slapped Lisa’s face a little to wake her, but she still didn’t budge. At that point I started to wonder how many sleepin’ pills she’d actually taken.

“Fuck it. She’ll just have to stay down here,” I said to myself as I made my way toward the stairs. I left her in the family room and decided to take a shower, go to bed, and deal wit’ her lyin’-ass later.

*****

When I woke up the next afternoon, Denie was layin’ in bed next to me, sound asleep. Whenever she came into my room and climbed on my bed like a toddler was an indication that she wanted somethin’, so I had to be prepared. After doin’ a few much needed stretches, I leaned over and kissed her on her forehead.

“Hey, Baby Girl.”

Denie opened her eyes and smiled. “Hey, Daddy, did you get enough rest?”

I looked at the clock which read 12:18 p.m. “I guess. I got in pretty late, so I’m still a little tired. What’s up wit’ you? What are you doin’ in here?”

“Well, I came in here early this morning, but you were still sleep.”

“I’m glad you didn’t bother me.”

“Daddy, I know how you are about your rest. I kept coming back every thirty minutes, but you would never wake up, so I just decided to wait. I guess I fell asleep waiting,” Denie replied. “It feels good to be back at home with you.”

“I know you’re glad, Baby Girl, but let’s just cut right to the chase. What do you have to ask me?”

Denie smiled again showin’ her deep dimples and guilty expression. “Can we go shopping today?”

I shook my head because I knew she wanted somethin’. “Denie, tomorrow is Christmas. What would be the point of going shoppin’ today?”

“Daddy, there’s always a reason to shop, but mainly because I want to pick out my own stuff for Christmas this year. I’m seventeen years old, why can’t you just take me to buy my stuff?”

“Because you’re still my baby and I like surprisin’ you wit’ gifts. If you pick everything out, that’ll take the fun out of it Denie. Besides, I’m sure your mother has already picked out your gifts.”

“So…I don’t care. We don’t have the same taste, so I doubt if she gets me the stuff I really want. I wanna go to Neiman’s to get me a new bag. My salesperson, Quincy, called and said they just got a new shipment of Gucci and Chanel bags in. Let’s ride out to Tyson’s Corner before they close.”

“Denie, baby, I don’t really have time to take you shoppin’ today.”

“Please Daddy, you bought Ma a new Louie bag before Christmas.” She poked her lips out like a spoiled brat.

I hesitated for a few seconds, then caved in. It was hard to say no to my Baby Girl.

“A’ight Denie, hurry up and get dressed because I don’t have a lot of time.”

“Thanks, Daddy. I love you!”

As Denie left my room, Lisa walked in. She looked out of it...as usual.

“What is she so happy about?”

“I’m about to take her to the mall.”

“The mall? Rich don’t spend anymore money on Denie. I already told you what I bought her. That girl is too fucking spoiled as it is.”

The last thing I wanted to talk about was the mall. “Where did you go yesterday?” I made sure my tone was serious.

“I told you I was going to get my hair done. Where were you? What time did you get in here last night? Or should I say this morning?” Lisa asked.

“Don’t play wit’ me, Lisa. Where did you go and get your hair done and what the fuck did you do to it? Is that weave? You know I hate that shit.”

“I went to Jermaine. Damn, why are you interrogating me? Do you want to know what time I took a piss, too?” she asked walking to her closet.

I couldn’t take her smart-ass mouth any longer. Before she even had a chance to figure out what was wrong, I was already out of the bed and right behind her. “You know the one thing in this world that I can’t stand is an ungrateful, lyin’ bitch!” When I smacked her, Lisa fell into the jewelry cabinet and hit her head.

Her mouth was full of blood. “I’m tired of your ass, Rich! Hit me again and I’m calling the po..” before she could get it out I smacked her ass again.

“Don’t you ever threaten me again about no fuckin’ police! Bitch, are you crazy? You have no idea what I just did for your dumb-ass and you want to lie to me about stupid shit. I told your ass not to go to that bitch, Trixie’s shop, didn’t I?”

Denie walked in and ran over toward us as soon as I slapped Lisa for the third time.

“Daddy, stop hitting her like that!” she yelled.

Not wantin’ my daughter to see my violent streak any further, I quickly stepped back. However, my eyes told Lisa that this shit wasn’t over.

“Denie, did you tell your father where I was yesterday? I should whoop your ass!” Without a seconds notice, Lisa jumped up and lunged at Denie like a professional wrestler. It wasn’t long before they started fightin’ like two girls on the street.

“Lisa, stop! Denie didn’t tell me anything,” I said.

I tried my best to break them apart, but every time I would pull Lisa away, she found a way to make it back in Denie’s face. If it wasn’t for Juan comin’ in a few minutes later, I would’ve never been able to stop them. I knew they’d both had a bit of anger toward each other lately, but I never knew shit was this bad. I began to wonder what went down when I was locked up.

Juan immediately ran to Lisa’s defense. “Denie, what are you doing? Get the fuck off of her!”

“Fuck her, I hate that bitch!” Denie yelled.

“Who are you calling a bitch?” Lisa asked. She tried to break free from Juan’s tight grip, but couldn’t.

“I didn’t tell Daddy anything about you. Maybe if your sneaky-ass didn’t lie so much he wouldn’t have smacked you,” Denie countered.

Denie tried to hit Lisa again, but I grabbed Denie in time and took her back to her room.

“I’m gonna get your ass back for disrespecting me!” Lisa belted.

There were red scratches all over Denie’s face as she paced back and forth. “I can’t believe she attacked me,” she said. “Daddy, you can’t let her get away with that.”

As mad as I was wit’ Lisa, I couldn’t allow Denie to think what she’d done was cool.

“Denie, you can’t go around talkin’ to your mother any kind of way. And I’m not even gonna touch the fightin’ issue.”

“But she started it.” I could tell by the tears in her eyes that she was mad because I was takin’ Lisa’s side.

“I know Baby Girl, but you still can’t do that.”

After calmin’ Denie down, I told her to get dressed so we could leave. I knew at this point, it was best to separate the two before things got any further out of hand. When I walked back toward my bedroom door, I could hear Lisa and Juan in a deep conversation.

“I told you to leave his ass. You don’t deserve this shit, Ma,” Juan lectured.

“But you don’t understand. It’s not that easy,” Lisa replied. It sounded as if she’d been cryin’.

“Look, don’t worry about it. Whatever you need to do, I’ll help. All…” Juan stopped in mid sentence when I walked in.

“Don’t stop talkin’ shit on my account,” I said then looked at Juan. It was my first time noticin’ that he’d cut down his mustache really low…too damn low. Now, he looked like the rapper, Nelly or a fuckin’ State Trooper. “What were you just sayin’…that she should leave me?” When a few uncomfortable seconds passed, I continued. “This is the last time I’m goin’ to say this Juan. You need to stay the fuck out of me and your mother’s business, son. Shit just got out of hand that’s all.” I then looked at Lisa. “But I know one thing, if you ever lie or put your hands on Denie like that again, you’re gonna have me to deal wit’. My man saw you at Trixie’s shop when he was picking up his girl, so you need to go and apologize to her.” I didn’t care about stretchin’ the truth.

“I’m not apologizing to her. Since both of y’all are always up each other ass why don’t the both of y’all just get the fuck out!” Lisa screamed.