Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series)

by Deja King

  "I'll handle Precious. You go clean yourself up."

  Maya stayed eyeing me with flames sprouting from her head. I stared right back and even cracked a smile, happy to have been given a chance to fuck her day up the way she had been fucking up mine.

  "I ain't done with you!" Maya warned as Mike walked her piss-soaked ass up the stairs.

  My insides were dancing around and doing cartwheels, thrilled that I had put the bitch in her place if only for a few minutes.

  By the time Mike came back from walking Maya upstairs I had eliminated my joyous smile and put back on my stoic exterior.

  "I was planning on giving you a decent meal today, but after that shit you pulled that's dead," Mike said, locking my free hand back in the handcuff.

  "It was worth it. Maya deserved that shit and then some."

  "Let's see if you feel that way when all you get is a biscuit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But on the real," Mike said with a frown, "You are a bit funky, so I'ma take you upstairs so you can shower."

  "Wow, I get a bath! Why do you even care what I look or smell like?"

  "Shit, I gotta look at your ass everyday for at least the next couple of weeks. I prefer for you to be decent."

  "Why are you going to keep me alive for at least the next couple of weeks?"

  "Mind your business. Like I said, I'm in control."

  "If you're so in control, how can you allow your sister to talk about Aaliyah that way? Especially when you know there is a possibility that she could very well be your daughter." I caught Mike off guard with that and he didn't know how to come back at me. His jaws began flinching and nostrils flaring. I wanted to get the nigga worked up and felt he had opened the door, so I decided to kick it in. "Oh, you stumped for words. Maya working you like she running the show and disrespecting your seed like you a clown nigga. I mean what's really good?"

  "Yo, shut the fuck up! Maya ain't running shit."

  "Then how you gonna allow her to threaten to hurt Aaliyah?"

  "Maya is all talk. She would never hurt an innocent child. We brutal, but not like that. I warned her about the Aaliyah threats and you see she stopped."

  "Yeah, she stopped in front of you, but you don't have any clue what Maya's doing when she get behind closed doors and is alone with her."

  "Precious, I know what you're trying to do, and I'm not feeding into that bullshit. If Aaliyah is my daughter, not only will I guarantee not even so much as a hair on her head will be harmed, but she will also grow up with me."

  "Excuse me, how in hell will you pull that off, given that you're an escaped convict."

  "You always dwelling on the minor obstacles. I'm into doing major shit. Now marinate on that while I go check on Maya."

  I let out a sigh of revulsion watching Mike leave. The idea of him raising Aaliyah was nauseating. Mike was a wanted man, and the only way he could raise Aaliyah was if he left the country. Without a doubt in my mind that was exactly what the motherfucker planned on doing after I was dead and out the picture. Knowing the clock was ticking with time not being on my side, I was intent on finding a way to turn brother against sister. But there was no denying that it would be over my dead body to let that scenario come to fruition. I had already begun planting the seeds and it was still a work in progress.

  "I can't believe that bitch threw her nasty ass piss on me!" I kept belting out loud as I drove home. Luckily I always kept an extra set of clothes, shoes and other feminine products in my trunk for emergency purposes, because that shit right there was definitely an urgent situation. How would I have explained to Supreme why I smelled like some damn urine? Precious' egotistical ass was a pain even though she was on lock down. I was looking forward to the day I would lullaby that ass and have her out of all of our lives once and for all.

  As I was relishing in my thoughts of ending Precious' life, my daydreaming came to a halt. I noticed one police car and what looked to be an unmarked car parked in the driveway as I drove past the gates.

  "Damn, I wasn't expecting for Supreme to call in the cops so soon," I said, checking my appearance in the mirror. My once sleek jet black bob was now loaded with curls after the shower I took to kill all traces of the urine stench Precious left on me. My face was makeup free so I dabbled on some lip gloss to give a little life hoping to cover the worry lingering in my eyes.

  I slowly made my way to the front door, answering in my mind every possible question that might be thrown my way. When I went to unlock the door I realized I had put my keys in my purse. I began rummaging through it and instantly noticed the pink diamond necklace I had yanked off of Precious' neck. Just then the front door opened and a familiar face was standing in front of me.

  "Maya Owens, correct?" the pale white man with short spiked flaming red hair asked. When I zoomed in on his beady blue eyes I quickly remembered who he was.

  "Yes, and you're Detective Moore. How are you?"

  "I've been better, and I'm sure so have you."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean with your best friend missing and all."

  "Precious, yes, but has it been determined that she's actually missing?"

  "Do you think it can be something else?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

  "I have to go to the bathroom really bad. Can you excuse me for one second?"

  "Sure, I have to get something out of my car. I'll be waiting in the living room for you when I get back. I have a few questions I need to run by you."

  "No problem, I'll be right back." I ran upstairs with the swiftness. From the corner of my eye I noticed Supreme and another officer sitting in the living room talking. My heart was racing and I had to get away from Detective Moore. It was freaking me out that Precious' necklace was in my purse, and if he caught sight of it, the jig would be up. I ran in my room, tossed my purse on the bed, took a few deep breathes and headed back down the stairs ready for my interrogation.

  "Is everything okay? You seemed to be in some sort of rush when you came in here," Supreme asked.

  "Yeah, I had to go to the bathroom and didn't think I could hold it much longer. What's going on here? Did you find out anything about where Precious might be?"

  "We're working on that. You suggested that maybe Precious wasn't missing. Do you have another scenario of what might've happened to her?" Detective Moore asked, walking up from behind me. I peeped a puzzled look on Supreme's face and I wanted to bitch slap Detective Moore.

  "No, I don't have any other scenarios. I just didn't know that it had been decided she was missing."

  "Then what could it be?' Detective Moore continued to press.

  "I have no clue. Isn't that the job of a detective to figure things out? Isn't that why you're here?"

  "Actually, we came to speak to Mrs. Mills about another matter, and that's when Mr. Mills informed us that he didn't know where his wife was."

  I glanced at Supreme, totally confused as to what was going on. Supreme put his head down and didn't say a word.

  "What something else did you come to speak to Precious about?" I inquired.

  "Remember when we were investigating the kidnapping of Aaliyah and the drive by shooting both you and Mrs. Mills were involved in?"

  "Yes, I remember."

  "Well, we told Mr. and Mrs. Mills that ballistics matched the unregistered gun used in the drive by with an unsolved murder in New York."

  "Okay, and your point?"

  "It's someone that's linked to another unsolved murder in the New York area that Mrs. Mills knew." Detective Moore looked down at a piece of paper obviously trying to pretend he didn't remember the name of the murder victim. "His name was Terrell Douglas."

  "I don't recognize that name," I said, lying through my teeth. I would never forget Terrell.

  "He lived in New York and was the younger brother of a Nina Douglas who was engaged to Mrs. Mill's childhood friend, Jamal Crawford."

  "It's still not ringing a bell, sorry."

  "Mrs. Mills was one of her bridesmaids and
you actually accompanied her to the dress fitting at the bridal shop in Manhattan, correct?"

  "Yes, now I remember," I said, casually. "So the same gun that was used in the drive by is the murder weapon used in the unsolved killing of Nina's brother. I never knew Nina had a brother, but then again, I didn't know her that well. What a crazy coincidence."

  "That's the thing. I don't believe in coincidences. What are the chances that Terrell, who was related to Nina who was friends with Mrs. Mills, would both end up dead and neither of their murders has ever been solved? Then the same gun used to kill Terrell ends up in a drive by against you and Mrs. Mills. That doesn't seem like a coincidence to me."

  "Wasn't Nina working for my brother?"

  "From the information I gathered from the NYPD that seems to be the case."

  "Then it kinda makes sense."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I'm saying Mike was behind the plot to kill Supreme and the kidnapping of Aaliyah and the drive by. Maybe he was responsible for both Nina's murder and her brother's too."

  "You could very well be correct. I just find it strange that right when we're starting to make some headway on the case that Mrs. Mills disappears."

  "Detective Moore, get the fuck out my house!" Supreme demanded, rising up off the white sofa, pointing towards the front door.

  "Mr. Mills. you need to calm down."

  "No, you need to shut the fuck up! My wife is missing and you want to come over here on some bullshit fishing expedition about some unsolved murder that happened in NYC. That ain't even your motherfucking jurisdiction."

  "Mr. Mills, we are following all leads, and when that weapon ended up being used in a crime that took place in Los Angeles, the investigation did become part of our jurisdiction."

  "My wife ain't killed nobody and she didn't just disappear. Some foul ass shit done happened. But just like I had to do things my own way to bring my daughter home, I'll do the same to get my wife back since you dumb fucks can't never seem to be able to solve shit."

  "Taking the law into your own hands is never the way to seek justice. I promised you we'd bring your daughter home, and we delivered," Detective Moore bragged.

  "You didn't deliver shit! If anybody deserves credit for bringing Aaliyah home it would have to be Maya, not the LAPD."

  Detective Moore and his partner both turned towards me with a look of antipathy. Shit, I didn't care because I was beaming on the inside. Maybe working my powers of persuasion on Supreme wouldn't be as difficult as I thought.

  "Mr. Mills, we should be going."

  "Yes, we finally can agree on something."

  "If you hear from your wife, please have her contact us. But we will do our own investigating, and if we find out anything I'll let you know."

  "I'm sure you will. You know your way out."

  Detective Moore and his partner took their time leaving, with their eyes slithering around as if they thought Precious was going to jump out from hiding. Clueless that I had her chained up in a basement so far the fuck out that the location wouldn't even pop up on the top-of-the-line navigation system.

  When the door finally slammed closed all I heard was a thunderous crash followed by a loud, "Fuck!" Supreme had thrown an antique marble vase across the room and it broke into a million pieces.

  "Supreme, I know you're upset. . .so am I, but try to calm down."

  "Maya, I don't want to hear it. Please, just go get Anna so she can clean up that shit. I don't want Aaliyah to see it."

  "I understand. I'll go find Anna." After I looked in the kitchen and outside by the pool for Anna I decided to go upstairs thinking she was putting Aaliyah down for a nap. Throughout my search, the disgusting glare Detective Moore gave me kept replaying in my head. I knew he didn't like me and that was cool, but I was more afraid of him trying to link me to a criminal act. In subtle ways he made it clear that he felt something wasn't quite right with my self defense explanation after Clip and Destiny were killed. But without evidence to back up his suspicions he couldn't prove it. He had a hard-on for me since then, and that could lead to a lot of trouble.

  When I got to Aaliyah's room the door was slightly ajar and I stuck my head in, but the only person I saw was Aaliyah lying in her crib. I went closer and observed her sleeping so peacefully. "Oh, she fell asleep with the bottle in her mouth." I picked up the bottle and rubbed her cheek. "You really are a beauty. Maybe one day soon your daddy and I can give you a little brother to play with since your mommy won't be able to do so." I bent over, kissed her forehead and then headed towards Anna's room, passing mine on the way, and noticed a figure by my bed. I tiptoed closer and through the crack of the door I saw that it was Anna. At first I thought she was cleaning my room and about to make up my bed, but then I realized what she was holding in her hand.

  Oh fuck, the necklace! I told that nosey bitch to stay out of my room, but she's so damn hardheaded. Calm down Maya. You've come too far to startfucking up now.

  "Anna, I was looking for you. Mr. Mills wanted you clean up a little mess he made downstairs," I stated calmly.

  "Miss Maya, you startled me!" Anna said, grabbing her chest as her body jumped.

  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. What is that you're holding in your hand?"

  Anna was so caught off guard she forgot she was holding not only my purse, but the necklace in her hand. "I was about to put some clean linens on your bed and your purse fell."

  I did peep some fresh sheets on the dresser so I believed she was telling the truth, but the damage was done. "I told you there was no need for you to clean my room, that I would do it myself."

  "I know, but it's a habit. Mrs. Mills always likes every room to be perfectly clean."

  "But Mrs. Mills isn't here, I am. I also see that you're holding a necklace."

  "Yes, yes, yes, it fell out your purse. This is Mrs. Mills' necklace. May I ask what you're doing with it? I'm only asking because she never takes it off."

  "How true. But Precious asked me to hold it for her before she disappeared," I said, grabbing my purse and the necklace out of Anna's hand.

  "I think I should go give this to Mr. Mills," Anna said, reaching her hand out, trying to take the necklace back.

  "That's okay. You go clean up that mess and I'll bring the necklace downstairs to Mr. Mills myself."

  Anna was reluctant to leave and kept eyeing the necklace. But when I didn't budge she made her exit. I waited a few seconds after Anna left the room and then I threw the necklace in the bottom drawer beneath my undergarments. I sprinted out my room. Anna was halfway down the hall and I was right on her tail. After she hit that first step, I used my right foot to kick her in the lower part of her legs. She completely lost her balance which sent her free-falling down the sweeping double staircase. Her eerie screams filled the air. I then placed Aaliyah's baby bottle on one of the top stairs so it would appear to be the cause of her unfortunate accident. If only she had minded her business, none of this would've happened.

  When Anna's body finally hit the bottom, landing and I heard the loud thump, I stood watching for a few moments to see if there was any movement. Once I was pretty sure she was dead, I went back to my room and closed the door. Hell, I didn't want to be the one who discovered her body. When a crime is committed, it's better to have no clue ... clueless!

  Live Till I Die

  The days were beginning to run together to me. I couldn't calculate how many hours had passed, what time it was or anything. But what I did know was that a bitch was hungrier than a motherfucker. Mike hadn't given me shit to eat since I got here. He reneged on that one day he mentioned feeding me, saying it was punishment for tossing my piss on Maya. . .what the fuck ever! All he had given me was tap water so I wouldn't become dehydrated and die. Then that bath Maya insisted I needed was a no go too. At this point I was tired of looking and smelling myself. My once pristine white pantsuit was turning into dirty gray. My mind and body were becoming weak and there wasn't shit I could do about it.

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nbsp; Right when I was about to doze off the light came on and I heard the door opening. Then I heard the familiar sound of the stairs creaking as Mike came down.

  "Good afternoon, Precious," Mike said as he stood over me.

  I remained silent having no energy to respond. "Damn, babe, you look like a piece of shit. But I have good news. I feel that you've been punished long enough, and not only am I going to feed you but I'm going to let you bathe too."

  Even with the encouraging news I was still mute.

  "Precious, did you hear what I said?" Mike asked, lifting up my chin.

  I nodded my head yes.

  "I need for you to speak up. You need to show me some gratitude."

  "Thank you," I muttered weakly.

  "That's more like it. I'll be right back."

  It seemed I had become numb to the pain in my stomach from not eating. But when Mike came back with a tray of food, I wanted to jump at it like a stray dog that had been eating out of trash cans for weeks. "Thank you, Mike. I mean that sincerely."

  "I bet you do. It's amazing how starving an individual can bring out the best in them," he smiled. "Now do I have to feed you, or can I trust you'll behave if I take off the handcuffs?"

  "I'll behave. I just want to eat." I meant that shit too. As much as I despised Mike, he was my savior at this particular moment. When those handcuffs came off I demolished the fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, greens and biscuit he prepared for me. I didn't know who cooked the meal but it was so damn good. But a can of Spam would've been good to me right about now.

  "Slow down, Ma, the plate ain't going anywhere," Mike joked. But I kept on grubbing, licking fingers and all.

  "I can't believe you're feeding me such good food, since you only promised me bread and water, and I had only received the latter so far."

  "You got lucky. Devon brought over some lunch from this soul food restaurant and there was a lot left over. I was in a good mood and decided to share some with you."

  By the time I finished eating the last chicken thigh I was completely full. Going hungry for however many days it had been made my heart ache to all the kids in the world who were truly going without. You never really have an understanding of that type of existence until you fuck around and find yourself in that predicament.