“No, I have to get going. I thought Priscilla was going to be at the cabin with her parents, but she just texted me saying she was on the way home.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fine. I so wish I could have had you all night,” I pretended like I was disappointed.
“Cheer up, babes. You know I’m only with her because of her father’s connections.”
I wanted to burst out laughing because this fool actually thought I gave two fucks about him and the senator’s daughter. That’s right, Mr. District Attorney was married to Senator Muir’s daughter. That was one of the reasons why he was so careful not to be caught up in any kind of drama. Because that would definitely bring shame on the senator and his daughter.
We chatted for a few, and then he got dressed. “It was nice to see you again, Malaya.” He gave me a hug.
“It was definitely my pleasure, Devon.” I hugged him back. “So, you’re sure you can’t drop the case against my client?”
“Malaya, don’t turn this into an argument. I’ve already told you I can’t do that. Not on this case, but you can call me on your other cases.” His phone started buzzing. “I’ve got to run. Thanks for a great time, babe,” he said and went out the door.
I ran to the door and locked it. I was tired, and my pussy was sore from all the fucking we did. I was ecstatic because this time was more business than pleasure. I walked over to the wall and pulled out the camera. “Let’s see if you still feel this way,” I said to myself.
I decided to take a shower, and then I ordered room service. I was exhausted, so I decided to spend the night. After all, I paid for the entire night. I ordered steak, well done, with mashed potatoes. I also ordered a bottle of expensive wine. The price wasn’t cheap, but I had money, so I wasn’t worried. I checked my e-mail as I waited on my food.
I heard my phone ringing, so I grabbed it. It was Nyesha calling. “Hey, baby girl.”
“Mama, where are you? Can you come and get me?” she asked.
I knew my child, and I know something wasn’t right. “Nyesha, what’s wrong, baby?”
“Mama, Grandma over here talking ’bout how you killed Daddy off. I told her to stop talking ’bout you like that, and she’s talking ’bout I’ma be worthless just like you.”
“Say what?” I jumped off the bed and grabbed my clothes off the sofa. Before she could respond, I was dressed, minus my underwear, ’cause I had no idea where they were, and God knows I didn’t have time to find them.
“Please come and get me, Mama, before I snap on this lady.”
“Where is your damn sister at?”
“Sitting in there with her.”
“I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone before she was able to say a word.
I grabbed the videotape, put it into my purse, took a long, good look around the room, and left. I practically ran to the elevator. I was mad as fuck, and only God knew what I might do to this bitch once I got there. See, I didn’t care what a bitch said to me, but my fucking kids were off-limits.
I jumped in my car, and I was probably doing damn near ninety in a sixty-five mile-per-hour zone. I was trying my best to calm down, but the more I thought about what this bitch said to my child, the more my blood pressure rose. A ride that was supposed to take me about twenty-five minutes took me less than twenty minutes. I parked my car and ran up to the doorway. I banged as hard as I could on the door.
“Who the hell is that beating on my door like that?” I heard that ol’ hog say as she opened the door.
“Where is my child at?” I pushed past her.
“I’m right here, Ma,” Nyesha said as she walked over to me.
“Get your shit, and get your sister, and y’all go into the car. I’ll be out there in a minute.”
“Ma, let’s just go.” She grabbed my hand.
“Let me go! And do what I tell you to do.”
“You’re not welcome up in my house. My son’s blood is on your hands.”
I watched as my daughter gathered her shit and called her sister. She pranced downstairs with her face balled up. I didn’t give a fuck about her and her attitude right now. As soon as the girls walked out the door, I dug into that old bitch’s ass.
“Let me tell you something, you old hog. Don’t ever talk to my fucking daughter the way you talked to her today. Bitch, if you have a fucking problem with me, address me, bitch.”
“You low-class whore. I told my son you weren’t worth shit, but his ass didn’t listen. You killed him; you are a murderer! I will be there when they arrest you, and I’ll be there when they stick that needle in your arm.”
“Ha-ha, you’re a funny old bitch. I’m done arguing with you. Like I said, the next time you address my child, I’m gonna knock yo’ fucking head off. Mark my words.”
“Get out of my house! Get out!” she screamed.
“Bitch, why are you worried about me? You should be worried about that faggot your son was fucking.”
“I rebuke you in the name of Jesus. My Trent was not gay. You are trying to drag his name in the mud so you can cover up your dirt, you evil . . .”
I looked at that bitch, turned away, and walked out before she could finish her sentence. I walked to my car and got in. I started the car, reversed, and pulled off.
“Ma, I didn’t want to leave. Why did I have to go? That was her and Nyesha arguing.”
“Shut the hell up, little girl. Where the hell were you when all of this was going on? You act like that ain’t your twin; that is the closest person to you. If somebody jumps out there with her, you should be the first one to protect her. That old woman had no right to say the shit she said to your sister,” I lashed out.
I didn’t want to hear shit else right now, so I cut up the music. My day started off good but, thanks to that old bitch, I was ending it in a fucked-up way.
As soon as I got in the door, I poured a glass of wine and walked upstairs. This was one fuck that I could say was well worth it. Before you knew it, I was dozing off. I was tired, mentally and physically.
CHAPTER TEN
Javon
These motherfucking niggas almost took my life. On my seeds, I swore I was gonna kill everyone who had something to do with it. The doctors told me I was lucky; I didn’t think it was luck. I thought it was more like the Big Bro Upstairs was looking out for me. I knew it was a long road to recovery, but I was ready ’cause I had shit to handle out in these streets.
I was daydreaming until I heard someone enter the hospital room. I opened my eyes, and I noticed it was Tania. “Hey, babe,” I said as she walked in with a plate in her hand.
“Hey,” she said dryly.
“You a’ight?”
“I’m good.” She sat down in the chair.
I had no idea what her ass was sulking about. To be honest, I was in too much pain to really give a fuck.
“Yo, so you were fucking that lawyer bitch, huh?”
“Damn, B, a nigga’s fighting for his life, and here you are, coming at me with some shit that’s not true.”
“I talked to your doctor; you’re doing much better. I done waited long enough. I saw your fucking text messages between you and that ho. How could you do this to me and your kids?”
“Where the fuck is my phone, and how did you get it?”
“You’re a fucking asshole. I just find out you’re cheating, and you’re worried about your fucking phone. I swear to God, I fucking hate your ass right now. How could you? I gave up my life to help you. You think I’ma let this bitch just walk in and fuck up what we have? Over my dead fucking body. You hear me?” she screamed.
I tried to sit up in the bed, but the pain was unbearable. This bitch knew she wouldn’t be doing all this screaming if I wasn’t in this bed. I’d never put my hands on my children’s mother, but I definitely would bounce on that ass ASAP.
“Yo, B, cut all this drama. I ain’t trying to hear that shit right now. I’m with you, so I don’t know why you’re tripping like that.”
“You think
that’s enough because you’re with me? There were days when I called you, and you didn’t pick up your phone, and you lied that you were out grinding. Nah, you were out screwing this bitch.”
“Yo, you need to go home. My body is hurting, and I want to go to sleep.”
“Yeah, right, nigga. You keep playing with me, and I’ma show you and that bitch I ain’t nothing to play with.”
I pressed the call button.
“Yes, may I help you?”
“Can you please come in here and escort Miss Davis out of here?”
“I’ll be in there in five minutes.”
“You’re dirty as fuck. You goin’ to call the fucking people on me? I’ll just fucking leave. You ain’t got to worry ’bout me coming back up here. Now your bitch can come. Oops, I forgot, her ass can’t.” She threw my phone at me, grabbed her things, and left, still cursing.
“Fuck,” I yelled out. I felt a sharp pain in my back. I knew I had to be careful. The doctor said that if one of the bullets had gone in one inch farther, it would’ve hit my spinal cord, and I would be crippled. I swear, I ain’t no spiritual nigga, but a nigga definitely appreciated the love.
As soon as I was sure that she was gone and not playing her little games, I grabbed my phone and scrolled through it. I thought the police had my phone. I wondered how the hell she got it. I decided not to use this phone anymore. The shit might be tapped. I didn’t see them just letting it go, just like that.
I used all my might and reached for the hospital phone. I dialed Malaya’s number.
“Hello,” her sexy voice echoed.
“Damn, you just left a nigga for dead, huh?”
“Who is this?”
“Damn! I ain’t been gone that long, and you’ve already forgotten a nigga,” I said jokingly, but I was so serious.
“Hello, Javon. I didn’t expect to hear from you. How are you doing?”
“Damn, you put the professional voice on a nigga. Lemme find out you’re around another nigga and shit. How come you ain’t been up here to see a nigga and shit?”
“Really? Don’t you call me checking me about shit. I came up there, and you had me on the ‘no visitation’ list.”
“What? What are you talking about? I ’ont know nothing about that. Man, my stupid-ass baby mama must’ve done that shit. I ain’t know nothing about it.”
“Yeah, I met her the day I came to visit you. Her ass was carrying on, talking ’bout how you and I were screwing around. I swear, if I wasn’t scared of getting locked up and messing up my law license, I would’ve beat her ass right in your hospital room.”
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I wasn’t trying to hear that shit. I didn’t give a fuck how much Tania got on my nerves; there was no way I was going to sit back and watch anybody, and I mean anybody, beat her ass. Well, Malaya didn’t know that, and there was no need for her to know that.
“Well, babe, I told you before, you ain’t got nothing to worry about. I’m about to hit these nurses up and get your name taken off that list. I want to see you, babe. I was hoping you would be here once I opened my eyes.”
“Hmm. Whatever, Javon. I will be up there tomorrow to discuss your case.”
“Malaya, I love you, girl.”
All I heard was the dial tone in my ears. Damn, I can’t get none of these bitches to cooperate with a nigga. I bet you if I were dead, their asses would be all over me, crying and shit, talking about how good of a nigga I was. I ain’t tripping. As soon as I get out of here, I am going to give them this dick. That was what they really wanted, to feel me all up in their guts.
I pressed my morphine button because the pain was killing me, plus I needed something to help me feel better. I felt helpless being up in this hospital bed without my gun. I started to feel the effects of the drugs and, before you knew it, I was dozing off.
* * *
At 4:00 a.m., the nurse entered the room to check my vitals. I was mad as fuck ’cause this bitch cut on the light, which woke me up. I wished her ass would just disappear. “Ay, what time the doctors come in? I’m ready to get out of here.”
“Dr. Patterson will be in at nine a.m. He will be coming to see you.”
“A’ight, cool.” I closed my eyes, trying to doze off again. Hopefully, this bitch could keep her ass out of the room.
The next morning, I was up bright and early. I was ready to see what kind of news the doctors had for me. I wasn’t feeling my best, but I was ready to get up out of here. Plus, a nigga ain’t got no insurance, so I wasn’t prepared to lie up in here so this motherfucking hospital could milk me dry.
I heard someone enter the room, so I figured it was the doctor. Instead, it was two dudes with shades on who were dressed in suits. I quickly recognized that they were no doctors but more likely law enforcement. I didn’t say anything because, truthfully, I ain’t got shit to say. I already told them pigs that I didn’t see who shot me, and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell them.
“Good morning, Mr. Sanders. My name is Detective Pelluso, and this is my partner, Detective Rosales.”
“What’s good?” I barely uttered.
“How are you feeling? I see you’re doing much better than the last time we stopped by. We were under the impression that you may not make it,” said Rosales.
“Oh, yeah, well, that’s how it is sometimes. So, what’s good? Do I need to call my lawyer?”
“No, we’re here to chat with you. No lawyer is needed. Right, Pelluso?” He turned to his partner.
I had no idea what these niggas wanted with me but, whatever the fuck it was, I wasn’t about to entertain it in any form.
“Mr. Sanders, how well do you know Mrs. Ipswich?”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I asked. How well do you know Mrs. Ipswich?”
“She’s my lawyer, but you already know that, right?” I asked sarcastically. I wasn’t sure where this nigga was going with his questions, but I was feeling uneasy.
“Yes, we are aware that she is your lawyer. Let me come straight out and ask you a question. Are you and she involved on a personal level?”
“Nah, what gave you that assumption?” I grinned nervously. I had no idea what this fuck nigga was implying.
“Hmm. That’s strange because we got word that you and Mrs. Ipswich have more than a client-lawyer relationship.”
“Detective, I don’t know where you’re getting your info from, but she’s my lawyer; that’s all. But, anyway, what’s all this questioning about? I’m pretty sure you didn’t come here to check up on my relationship with my lawyer.” I sat up straight.
“You’re right. I have proof here that you and Mrs. Ipswich are more than friends.” He placed some pictures in front of me. I grabbed the pics and looked down at them. They were pictures of Malaya and me when we first started fucking around.
“Where the fuck did you get these?”
“Mrs. Ipswich’s deceased husband hired a PI who followed her around for quite a while. I believe he confronted her about her cheating, and that was why he was killed.”
My throat tightened up on me. If this motherfucker was following her around, did he see when my B went up into the house? I calmed myself down. There was no way I was going to let them see me sweat, not even for a minute.
“You okay, Mr. Sanders? You’re looking like you’ve got something you need to get off of your chest.”
“Nah, I’m good. What I’m trying to understand is, if this is about Mrs. Ipswich and her husband, what the hell do you want with me?” I was ready for them to get the fuck out.
“Here is where you come in. We don’t think Mrs. Ipswich killed Trent herself. We think she had help. We are coming to you to see if you would help us.”
“Help you? What the fuck do you mean?”
“Help us build a case against her. We know you have that big drugs and weapons case coming up, so we’re willing to make a deal if you help us out. Even if you had anything to do with the murder, I think I can talk to the DA, and he can give
you full immunity. Trent was one of us, so solving his murder is really top priority right now.”
“I ’ont know nothing ’bout no murder. I’ve got my own problems to worry about. Feel me?”
“Yes, we understand, and that’s why we are here, trying to get you the best possible deal. Do you recall Mrs. Ipswich talking to you about her late husband?
“Nah, all we talked about was my case. I ’ont concern myself with other dudes.”
“Mr. Sanders, Mrs. Ipswich is a very smart woman. Forgive me, but I have to be blunt. Don’t let her sexy voice and a piece of pussy let you fall into her web of lies.”
“I think it’s time y’all get up out of here.” I stared at both of them.
“Sure; here goes my card. Please don’t wait too long because we’re gonna get her, with or without your help, and if you’re involved in any way, you will be going down also.” He placed the card on the ice table. His partner nodded at me, and they exited the room.
What the fuck, yo? What has this bitch dragged me in? She never told me about no damn PI or the fact that he had pictures of us. If I knew that, my ass wouldn’t have even killed that nigga. I ain’t no fool; these niggas knew more than they were letting on. They didn’t just choose me because I was fucking her.
I picked up the phone to call her, but I quickly decided not to. I needed to see where the fuck this was going. There was no way I was going to let this bitch drag me into her shit. I wasn’t sure that her phone wasn’t tapped. I decided to wait until she came up here today.
I couldn’t sit still after they left. I was ready to get the fuck out of here. I felt like a sitting duck. I was pretty sure they were building a case against her, and I wanted no part of it. That bitch was goin’ to have to take that by her damn self. As soon as I get out of here, I think it’s time to find a new lawyer. Just in case her ass decides to put this shit on me. I didn’t trust any of these bitches!
The doctor walked in my room after 2:00 p.m. We talked, and he asked me a few questions about how I was feeling. My lab results were back, and everything seemed perfect.
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