Twice the Lies (Once Upon a Liar Book 2)

by Elbie Dee

  “I’ll be back,” I told Karleiyah and Zirko after I walked into their room to give them hugs.

  “Where are you going Mommy?” Karleiyah asked. She always has been nosy, but that was the protective personality she was born with.

  “None of your business!” I laughed. “Dezzie is going to take you to Maw-Maw and Paw-Paws in a little while,” I explained.

  “Okay!” Zirko exclaimed. He was always excited about visiting them.

  I smiled and walked out of the room. I rejoined Dezire in the kitchen and grabbed my keys and phone from on top of the table. I thanked her and placed a peck on her cheek. Since she was like a sister to me, I knew that I could do that. Unlike Alynn who would probably try and grab my pussy afterward.

  “Thank you,” I said.

  “You’re welcome. It’s not a problem. You know I love you. Just be careful,” she instructed, before I walked toward the front door.

  After passing my stone walkway, I hopped into my Lexus and crunk the ignition. Luckily, Dezire parked next to me so I wouldn’t have to get her to move her vehicle. My heartbeat sped as I placed my gear into reverse. Once I was backed out of my driveway, I took in a breath of air before placing the gear into drive.

  “Are you in the office?” I asked Axe, who was on the other end of my phone line. When I pulled up to the stop sign at the end of my street, I thought it was best to confirm he would be there when I arrived in Charlotte.

  “Yeah, I’m here. What’s up?” he asked.

  “Since the case is tomorrow, I’m going to stop by to discuss some things,” I informed him, as I nibbled my teeth over the bottom of my lip in anxiousness.

  “Okay, have you left yet?” he asked, and I hesitated to reply. “I’m only asking because the firm is closing at four. If you get here before then, I could offer to close if everyone else decides to leave,” he stated.

  “I’m leaving now,” I let him know, before I hung up the phone and continued my path to Charlotte.

  When I found out that Axe was the person Bradson hired to be assigned to my case, I quickly declined. I was furious! Not at Bradson, but at Axe for accepting me knowing I would lash. It had been over five years since I last saw him! Not once did he try to reach out and become a part of his children’s lives! He had become a successful lawyer, and my children were having to nickel and dime off of me.

  A week went by and my feelings kept their stance. I didn’t think a soul could change my mind about the situation, until I received a knock at my door. Since Bradson had just left, I knew the possibility of it being him was rare. Besides, his key was attached to his car key ring and could easily walk in at any given moment.

  “May I help you?” I asked, in a sarcastic tone.

  Once he replied and leaned over to kiss me, I could no longer control my emotions for him. Truthfully, he was the first man I loved. Therefore, he was the only one who could hold my heart in place. He was the foundation, and my heart was his cement. I shocked myself when I fell for his juicy lips taking control over mine.

  “I’m sorry,” he apologized, after he pushed himself back from me. Luckily, all four kids were in the room. If they would have come to the door, they would have noticed me kissing who they knew as my lawyer from where he stood outside of my door.

  “Don’t be sorry,” I said in an instant.

  “I didn’t come for this, though. I came to get you to accept the fact that I could win your case,” he informed me.

  “I’m sure you can. We can do this. I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure things out,” I said, before closing my door.

  I walked over to my blinds and watched as he drove from my street. I swear, if the kids wouldn’t have been home, then I would have pulled him in the house and fucked him in my living room. Through all the bullshit Bradson did to me, I would have cared less if he showed. I would have been delighted to allow him to see me fucking another man… especially one he paid to represent me. It wouldn’t have been the last laugh for me, but it damn sure would have been a good one.

  Just as promised, I called Axe the next day to discuss my case. After running down all of the details on what happened that night, he told me he was going to subpoena Bradson to be a witness. He went further to include that he was going to obtain the video footage of the times Alynn entered the gate, as well as the time when Bradson and I showed. When he asked how she got my gun, I confessed that Bradson and I were gone at a hotel after what was supposed to be a wedding. He informed me that he was going to have a team from around the Rock Hill area test for fingerprints around the windows of the house. Once we had a plan in motion, we got off of the phone… but it was far from the last time we would speak.

  Axe and I went from speaking once a week, to calling one another almost every other day. The conversations that were solely based on my case topic, inclined quickly to conversing about the kids. Since he missed so much of their lives, I thought it would be nice of me to catch him up on the type of people they are. We would talk for hours. Never has Axe been too busy to talk about Karleiyah and Zirko. As a matter of fact, the only reason we hung up our lines is when Bradson was pulling in the driveway.

  Recently, he brought up the possibility of us getting back together. I honestly informed him that it would be hard to do so. We didn’t leave each other on good terms, and I knew the past would become a factor in a reborn relationship between him and I. Furthermore, I had yet to allow the kids to meet him in a fatherly manner.

  Since our initial meet, the kids and I showed up for appointments at the firm three more times. On each date after the first one, they were directed to the playroom so I could conduct business with Axe. The last appointment we had, I almost allowed him to introduce himself to them as their father.

  Once he opened the door and lifted his leg to take the first step toward the playroom, I got cold feet and told him it was best if we waited until everything was over. He didn’t oppose, although I could tell his feelings were let down.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered, after he closed the door again and I stood up from my chair. He walked over to where I stood in front of my seat and welcomed me into his arms.

  “I understand, baby,” he whispered back, after planting a kiss on my forehead.

  He held me for a few minutes. Once we both realized we could be taking the chance of getting caught, he released his arms from around my body. Truthfully, I was bummed. His touch felt so good, and I caught myself falling back in love with him. Instead of expressing myself, we ended our appointment.

  Professionally, I shook his hand and walked past him to exit his office. I was down the hallway and glanced back once I got to the doorway of the playroom. He stood tall, and I couldn’t help but to smile back at him. After snapping myself from the daze, I opened the playroom’s door and informed our kids that it was time to go.

  They said their goodbyes to Ms. Lassiner, who was the attendant. Once they joined where I stood, I waved to the woman and the three of us walked out of the firm together. We walked down the pathway until we reached my car. Karleiyah and Zirko hopped into the back seat after I unlocked the doors with my key fob. I went to my driver’s side door, and before I got enough of a grip to tug on the handle, I happened to look toward the door of the firm.

  Vaguely, I saw Axe staring through the glass smiling at us. I smiled back, but realized I had the kids with me. Without wanting to look suspicious, I snapped myself from the daze and hopped into my car after I had the door opened. After starting the ignition and confirming that the kids had their seatbelts strapped, I backed out of the space and left the parking lot feeling whole for the first time in a long time.

  3:53 p.m.

  I pulled into the lot of the firm with just enough time to spare to get into the building before they were scheduled to close. I quickly pushed the button on my Lexus and grabbed my fob and phone before jetting out of my vehicle. My fingertips grazed the door and only confirmed it was closed from the sound as I approached the sidewalk. I lightly jogged
down the pathway until I reached the doors of the firm. I pulled on the metal handle, and allowed myself in.

  “Hey. Is Mr. Brown available?” I asked the secretary. She knew he was my lawyer, but I always wished to hold professionalism. As far as I knew, nobody else knew Axe as my kids’ father other than him, Bradson and I.

  “Yeah, baby! Go ahead back. There’s nobody else in there,” she said. After nodding my head, I walked to the left and opened the wooden door and strode down the hallway until I reached his office.

  Knock. Knock. Knock. I tapped my knuckles on the door.

  “Come in Ms. Selters,” he yelled from the other side of the door. It was the sexiest thing in the world to me for him to acknowledge me with that title. I smiled and lowered the door handle until it detached from the panel.

  “Well hey, Mr. Brown,” I whispered, and said in a seductive tone. He took his eyes from his paperwork and looked up to me. As I closed the door, I noticed his droopy eyes begin to get a tad lower than usual. Right then, I knew there was a strong possibility that his dick was beginning to harden.

  “What’s up?” he asked, after I took a seat. “I thought we had everything discussed with the case.”

  “Yeah, we did,” I confessed. Before he got a chance to reply, the secretary opened the door to his office.

  “Mr. Brown, I don’t mean to interrupt but we’re heading out,” she informed him, referring to herself and the playroom attendant since they were the only other two people in the building.

  “Ok, I’ll lock up. Make sure you lock the front door after you walk out,” he instructed. She nodded her head and said goodbye to both of us.

  He kept his stare at me as he waited for me to continue with my conversation. We sat in silence looking back and forth at one another. I listened as the sounds outside of the door lessened in volume. Once I was able to confirm that we were alone, I continued with the mission I showed for.

  “I don’t want to ask about the case today,” I confessed, before getting up from my chair and gliding around to his side of the desk.

  “What are you doing Brilese?” he asked, as he stayed put in his chair and looked up to my face. With my body pressed against the side of his chair, there wasn’t a way he could move without taking the chance on touching me.

  “You,” I whispered, before I lowered myself in order for us to become face to face. After biting my bottom lip, I slowly moved my face toward his… until we were close enough to lock lips.

  “Mmm,” he began to moan, as I twirled my tongue around his and caressed his eight-and-a-half-inch dick from over his slacks. He was as hard as a rock, and it was time for me to dive in.

  13

  Alynn

  Finally, trial day arrived. I was ready to get a judgement, and hopefully become reunited with my baby girl for the first time since having her at the hospital. Once I began to have contractions that were almost unbearable that morning, I told a C.O. and they referred me to the nurse’s office. When I arrived, I was instructed to lay down so my cervix could be checked to see if I dilated any.

  “Oh, my goodness,” Ms. Beaks said, after she inserted two fingers into my vagina after she had her gloves on.

  “What?” I nervously asked.

  “You are six centimeters dilated, and we need to get you to the hospital right now!” she informed me.

  “What does that mean?” I questioned. With it being my first pregnancy, I had no idea what the hell she was referring to.

  “It means you’re about to have this baby!” she yelled. “Now sit up and put your pants back on. I’m about to call for an ambulance.”

  I sat up and stood before grabbing the orange pants to my inmate suit from the counter next to the sink. I quickly shoved each foot, one after the other, into the leg holes… before taking a single jump to pull them up to my waistline. Immediately after, I thought that inching them up would have been a better option.

  “I’m fucking peeing everywhere!” I yelled. I stood with my legs spread apart as I watched water pour from my vagina. By the time Ms. Beaks showed to my call for help, the pants were drenched in bodily fluids.

  “Shit!” she blurted, after she rejoined me and noticed I was soaked. “I need a C.O. now!” she screamed, as she stood in the doorway and twisted her head toward the rest of the staff.

  “Ahhh!” I yelled, as I leaned forward and placed my hands on my knees. The pain from the contractions were becoming more intense to the point where my legs were about to give out completely.

  “I need you to stand for a minute so I can get these cuffs on,” the big-boned, woman correctional officer instructed after she came rushing into the room.

  “Are you fucking serious! You want to cuff me and I’m in active labor!” I yelled, as she grabbed my left wrist and began to slowly pull it up.

  “It’s protocol Russo,” she informed me. Once my body was straightened, she placed my wrists together in front of me and linked the handcuffs.

  Within seconds of getting cuffed, I noticed three EMT workers coming through the door with a stretcher. Once they were outside of the nurse’s office, I took a few steps ahead until I was able to plop down on the stretcher which was lowered for easier access. They strapped me to the bed, before they lifted the level and rushed me to the ambulance.

  The ten minutes it took to arrive at the hospital felt like hours, or even days. Luckily, I made it through the doors just in time before I started to get an urge to push. As I was pushed toward a room still laying in the stretcher, a team of nurses were following on each side as they inserted an IV and placed an oxygen mask over my face.

  After an elevator ride to the third floor, I was rushed on the stretcher to a hospital room. Once we all were inside, the team unloaded my body from the stretcher and placed me on top of the hospital bed. As the ambulance team exited the room, one of the nurses took scissors to my pants and cut along the seam of the left leg first and followed by doing the same to the right. She pulled my pants upward until they were released from my body.

  The second she did the same to my underwear, I felt another urge to push. The urge continued, and I closed my eyes to stare underneath my eyelids until it was all over. It was too late for me to get an epidural, so the excruciating pain cut deeper and deeper. Twenty minutes later, I felt a wave of relief take over my body.

  “Wahh!” I opened my eyes once I heard my daughter cry for the first time.

  Once she was cleaned up by the staff, she was placed in my arms. I cried in tears of joy, and thanked God for allowing me to have a healthy baby girl. Beautiful was an understatement. She was tan, and her midnight black eyes shone up at me. The head full of black, wavy hair explained why I had so much heartburn throughout my pregnancy.

  She had some of Bradson’s features, but she had a lot of my traits as well. She had my button nose, and small lips. Her facial structure was comparable to mine as well. I gazed at my eight-pound, two-ounce baby as she was straddled in a blanket as I held her in my arms. I finally had a purpose in life. The only thing left to hope for was a trial which worked in the favor of getting to be with my baby more sooner, than later.

  “Miracle Grace Russo,” I whispered to her. Although Bradson was the birth father, there wasn’t a way I would give my pride and joy his last name. She was all mine.

  The day I was discharged from the hospital, I was asked who the birth father was and if he was informed that his daughter was born. The social worker who asked me, also informed me that if he wasn’t willing to care for my child, then she would be placed into the foster care system as I awaited trial. Without wanting to put that kind of burden on my daughter, I confessed that I didn’t have his phone number so there wasn’t a way to contact him.

  I began to tear from the thought of my baby being mistreated in the system. Bradson and I were an act of my revenge toward Brilese for not wanting to be with me, but I knew he would still accept his own flesh and blood… as he did in the situation he caused with Merrisah. She asked me for his full name,
and the last residence I knew of. Quickly, I gave her all the information I knew about; Brilese’s address, his first and last name, and the last place where Brilese told me he worked. She said she would dig and try her best to locate him.

  A few hours after our meeting, I was discharged and brought back to the jail after an officer came and provided me with a new uniform. I was brought to my cell with loads of thoughts running through my brain. From dawn to dusk, all I could think about was where my daughter was going to end up. I tossed and turned for days, without eating a spec of the trays of food that were offered to me.

  About a week went by and I finally had gotten the answers to the questions about my daughter. I was pulled from my cell and led to an empty room to meet with the same social worker that met me at the hospital. I took a deep breath of relief once I was informed that Miracle was placed in the care of her father. Although I was in joy, I hoped that Brilese wouldn’t try anything to harm my daughter. She never gave me a reason to think that she would harm a child in any manner, but she also never had to experience what I put her through.

  The thoughts about Miracle’s placement were replaced with prayers for her safety for the next month… up until the day of my trial. Finally, I would reach a sentence. I hoped that the judge and the jury would accept my plea to a mental health disorder. I was evaluated after the meet with my lawyer, but I had yet to have heard back with the results.

  “Russo!” I jumped up from the mat as I laid and waited to be called for court.

  My hands and body both shook uncontrollably, as I walked toward the door of my cell. I waited for an officer to approach and watched as the metal door slid open. A male correctional officer stood with handcuffs in his hand, and I turned around and placed my hands behind my back. Additionally, shackles were placed around my ankles.

  Once I was cuffed, I was led to a police car inside of the garage where all the government owned vehicles were parked. After I was shoved into the backseat, we exited the garage and I was escorted to the courthouse. We pulled into another lot upon arriving for court. I was instructed out of the car, and through the doors.