Reserve My Curves 3

by BM Hardin

  Scandalous!

  Loyalty was nowhere in his back pocket.

  Apparently he didn’t care about anyone, accept getting what he wanted out of the deal.

  He was just like everyone else.

  But I was still devastated over what he’d just told me and revealed to me about Josephine.

  I had no idea she felt that way about me!

  I loved her so much and she’d tried to have me killed?

  My feelings were so hurt.

  And Grant wanted her to be me?

  He actually wanted her to be like me?

  Hell, for years, I didn’t even want to be me.

  I didn’t have anything. I was nothing to admire or to put on a pedestal, and I couldn’t believe that he thought that Josephine wasn’t good enough.

  He’d always seemed to love her so much.

  He’d taken a bullet for her and almost died trying to save her.

  He’d given up his entire life so that she could have hers.

  It just didn’t make sense.

  But I knew that it was the truth.

  I just knew that it was the truth.

  And for that alone, I was so angry!

  Grant had driven my sister to despise me enough to try and have me killed because he wanted her to be me, for some stupid ass reason.

  I hoped he croaked over and died.

  I really did.

  “Don’t hold it against her. She knows it was wrong. At the time, she was angry and in a bad place. And of course, Silas knew Sonni was back in town and up to no good. She had some dirt on him and she’d actually come to the police station and guess who she spoke to. Me. She gave me a few copies of pictures and recordings not knowing that Silas was my brother. I told him and he told me to take care of her. I followed her to your house that day. I didn’t expect you to be outside. Silas said that he was picking you up and you were supposed to be gone. You weren’t supposed to be there. You weren’t supposed to see it.”

  I just had no words.

  The car was running.

  And…my phone was still recording.

  I said nothing because there was nothing for me to say.

  But now I knew, more than ever that I had to get away from it all and I had to do it fast.

  I was done.

  I was done with Silas.

  I was done with everything.

  I was done!

  “And Carmen. Well, I wasn’t exactly trying to kill her. I just wanted to scare her and have a little fun with her. She was carrying my baby, I wouldn’t have killed her. At least not while she was pregnant. But that little bitch managed to get away. And I can’t find her. Nevertheless, everything that I have ever done, was all for money. I was raised by a single mother and I’ve had to work hard for everything that I have. And never seemed to have enough. But now, I’m set for life.”

  Still not responding, I put the car in reverse, but suddenly I thought of a question.

  It was still the one thing that I didn’t know.

  “Do you know what it is that Silas has against me? Well, maybe not now, but in the beginning? Why did he initially want to kill me?”

  Wiley opened his car door.

  “Now that is something that you are going to have to ask him. Seems like you to have a lot to talk about. By the way, did he ever tell you how he met Carmen?”

  “Um, he ran into her one day, and thought that she was her sister at first or something like that. Carmen had just gotten out of the mental institution.”

  “Or maybe he met her in there. Hey Envy, do me a favor. Tell my brother goodbye for me,” Wiley said, got into the car and drove away.

  I was stumped.

  I mean I was just…

  I didn’t even know what to say that I was.

  What was Wiley trying to say?

  So the way that Silas and Carmen met was a lie?

  Oh my, this was all just too much!

  My head was spinning as I started to drive away.

  Why was everything in my life so messed up?

  What was I going to do?

  Something had to be done.

  Something just had to give.

  After what I’d just heard, I couldn’t trust anyone and I had to do something.

  My life obviously depended on it and so did my babies.

  There was no way in hell that I could be in this mess any longer than I had to be.

  These people had destroyed my life.

  They destroyed my family.

  And Silas was just as guilty as everyone else.

  Pulling up at home, my mind started to work out all of the specifics.

  I decided that my original plot to get away from Silas and this life, just wasn’t going to work.

  But what I had in mind this time just might do it.

  I found my phone and made a phone call.

  Surprisingly, it ranged on the other end and I knew that there was no turning back.

  ***

  “Can I taste you?”

  I looked at Silas with the side eye.

  My first thought was hell no, but since it was about to go down, I might as well enjoy the pleasures of his tongue one last time.

  As Silas licked and kissed on my lips, I toggled my thoughts between what he was doing to me, and what he’d done to me.

  He was truly a devil in disguise and I had to get away from him and everything and everybody surrounding or involving him.

  I just had to.

  I forced myself to concentrate on his tongue and it didn’t take long for all of the empty spaces of the room to become filled with my moans of satisfaction.

  Soon my legs started to shake and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

  It was time for me to release my frustrations inside of his mouth, one last time.

  As he smacked his lips, I waited for him to move because I knew that he was going to want me to return the favor.

  How do you give a blow job to your husband knowing that you no longer wanted to be with him?

  In a way, I felt like I was servicing one of my old clients.

  I was just doing it because I kind of had to and not because I wanted to.

  Swallowing his rod, it didn’t take Silas long to get into it and I worked overtime to get him to where he needed to be so that it could all be over.

  Silas moaned and told me he loved me but I no longer cared whether he did or not.

  I was done.

  Once he reached his point of no return, I allowed him to release himself, I swallowed it, and then I headed to the bathroom.

  I felt disgusted.

  At that moment, I knew that I was absolutely, positively, done with our relationship.

  Our marriage was over.

  I came back into the bedroom to see Silas sitting on the edge of the bed.

  He was smiling.

  He looked relaxed.

  But I was about to rock his world…and not in the way that he probably wanted me to.

  It was now or never.

  I headed to my purse, picked it up and stood in front of him.

  I’d gone by our house the day before to get the pictures that had been in the box that Sonni had left on the front porch over a year ago.

  Getting the pictures out of my purse, I threw them at him.

  Silas looked at them and then looked at me.

  “So, who is the man in the pictures Silas?”

  “Where did you get these?”

  “That’s not what I asked you. Who is he?”

  Silas sighed.

  “I’m sure you already know.”

  He was right.

  I did.

  After I’d thought about it long and hard, I put two and two together and remembered where I’d saw the man from the accident with Silas’s deceased wife and daughter.

  I’d seen him on the pictures that were in the box.

  He was the man in the pictures talking to Silas and where he’d appeared to be having a meeting with him or something.

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bsp; “So, you paid him to kill your wife and daughter? You paid him to kill them?”

  “No. I paid him to kill my wife. My daughter was never supposed to be in the car. She’d picked her up from school early that day without telling me. She wasn’t supposed to be with her.”

  Silas shook his head in regret.

  “Why?”

  “Because she wouldn’t leave. I’d asked her for a divorce, and she wouldn’t leave. But I needed her to leave so that I could have my opportunity with you. And as for him, he was terminally ill and dying anyway. He owed me.”

  What did he mean his opportunity with me?

  “As much power as you had or still have, you had options. You didn’t have to kill her.”

  “Yes I did. She would have ruined everything.”

  Silas sounded insane.

  “But I thought she was the love of your life.”

  “She was. But something else was more important at the time.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why Silas? What about me?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  Like hell it was.

  “Silas, where did you really meet Carmen?”

  “I told you.”

  “You told me a lie. I’m asking you to tell me the truth.”

  Detective Wiley’s comment told me that it was more to the story of how Carmen and Silas met and I had a feeling that it would make what I was about to do even easier.

  Silas was uncomfortable.

  But I wasn’t letting up.

  “Tell me.”

  “Okay Envy. My childhood was horrible. I was beat, tortured, all because I was the product of mother’s affair. Her husband, my step-father hated me. Every chance that he could, he did something to hurt me or degrade me. He made me pay for my mother’s transgression over and over again. Do you know what it’s like to be young and not understanding why things, horrible things were always happening to you?”

  I looked at Silas as I watched him hold back tears and fight emotions that were desperately trying to get the best of him.

  “When it was time for me to come here, I couldn’t wait, and pretty much cut all ties, except when it involved business. I even kept a distance from my mother just because she was tied to everything that I was trying to forget. I really did meet Nicole, Carmen’s sister, at the bank, but things didn’t go exactly like I’d told you. We actually dated and became an item. But there’s something that I didn’t tell you. I have a disorder. I have the same thing that Sonni had. Multiple personality disorder. I actually met her, Sonni, for the first time in person, outside of my therapist’s office at the time. She knew she needed help, but she wouldn’t go in. She couldn’t accept it. She couldn’t accept the fact that she was sick. She just stood there and wouldn’t make that step to go in and get what she needed. I offered her lunch and after only an hour around her, I knew exactly what she was suffering from. But she wouldn’t take my advice and get help. But she told me that she was having money problems. And I was the one that referred her to Carmen and the hotel. I’m off topic, but going back, I’m okay as long as I take my medicine, but sometimes I get so busy that I forget, sometimes things can get ugly. So, while dating Carmen’s sister, Nicole, I had been running around and had gone almost a week without them and ended up beating a man near death,” Silas took a second to catch his breath.

  I was holding mine.

  “Of course I had therapy records, medication and a diagnosis trail here in the states of what was wrong with me but the judge ordered me to serve a few months in the mental hospital anyway…which is where I actually met Carmen. My illness had come from my childhood I was sure. And the only one that had ever understood me was myself. And Grant. Grant was always there to help me. But then I met Carmen. She was so crazy, but as I said she was so smart and brilliant at the same time. I just can’t quite explain it. But somewhere in the midst of it all, we became close. Of course she reminded me of Nicole, because they do look alike, but I didn’t think anything of it. But when it was time for me to go, I promised her that I would pull every string that I could to get her out, and give her a job, and that’s exactly what I did. She was supposed to rot in there but I got her out of there. That’s why I say that she owed me her life. Once I was out and back in control of my life and everything else, I continued to see Nicole, and started seeing Carmen too. It was as though one side of me loved Nicole and the other side of me loved Carmen. I was literally two different men it seemed and I was always torn in between the two. Somehow, after a while, the side that loved Carmen, won. Spare of the moment, something came over me and I married Carmen. And just my luck, the same day that we tied the night, Nicole knocked on the door and Carmen answered. It was the first time in years that the sisters had come face to face. They knew who each other were, though Carmen really had lied at the time and told me that her whole family was dead. Nicole said she’d never mentioned her because she’d only met her a few times and all she knew was that she was sick and her adopted parents didn’t allow her to see her as much as she would have wanted to.”

  What a big, hot mess!

  But I was eager for Silas to finish the story.

  “I had to choose, and since I’d eloped with Carmen, I chose her at the time. But the other man in me, the more logical, highly medicated, rational man, over time, disagreed with my decision. It seemed as though I had a better chance at being just a normal regular man, without Carmen. Carmen just seemed to get worse while out in the real world. She just had so many issues. So, eventually, I divorced her. Gave her plenty of money and I allowed her to stay at the hotel pretty much so that I could keep an eye on her. I felt responsible for her. That’s the real reason I kept her around for so long, other than the fact that she handled business like a boss. Strangely, I still felt something for Nicole and after a while she took me back. We got married and everything else you pretty much know,” Silas said.

  I consumed everything that he’d said and I’d come to one conclusion.

  Silas and Carmen deserved each other.

  They really did.

  They were both certified lunatics and a danger to society and they deserved to be locked away and someone needed to throw away the key.

  I’d seen a few different sides of Silas, but never did I think it was anything to this extent.

  “I know everything except why you killed her…your wife.”

  “I killed her because…”

  I waited.

  And I waited.

  “I killed her because she found out that I was going to kill you,” Silas said.

  And there it is.

  There was the truth.

  But why?

  “I really did try to divorce her so that I could pursue you, but she said no. She wouldn’t leave or sign the damn papers. And going through my phone one night, she discovered that I was up to something. She saw emails of information that I had on you and other things that she’d had no business seeing. She’d even tried to attempt to hold it over my head as some kind of leverage to keep me in the marriage. So it was easier just to kill her. But I never meant to hurt my daughter I swear. I have to live with that every day and if I could take it back I would. I would have let Nicole lived and found another way to deal with her had I known that my daughter was going to die too,” Silas said.

  I held on to my purse tightly, and though he motioned for me to take a seat beside him, I stayed as far away from him as I could.

  “I’ve known who you were for a long time, even when you were with Keymar. I even knew that Sonni your sister when I met her. I’d recognized her. I’d done my research. But my problem was with you. It was only with you. I was going to hurt you a few times, especially once Keymar was gone, but you had Horizon. I always found some kind of sympathy for you. I was always watching you, more or less. Rodney and his wife, the next door neighbors, they worked for me. I hadn’t killed them, but I was going to because they’d crossed the line and caused a problem. They’d had a
job to do and nothing else. But as I said, they worked for me. And the neighbors that lived there before them, and after them, worked for me. Even the neighbors at the new house worked for me too. I needed eyes on you at all times. Even when I wasn’t around.”

  So I was officially scared to death!

  I was scared for my life, and I had a feeling that Silas knew it too.

  “I watched you all the time at the hotel, especially on surveillance footage. Even when you were downstairs. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with you. I just knew that I wanted you to suffer. I just didn’t know how. I was always somewhere watching you or following you. Every job application you done, I made sure to do what I had to do to make sure that you weren’t hired. I wanted your only option to be the hotel, so that I could see you. Sonni actually overheard Carmen and I having a conversation about you and killing my wife one day, which is what she’d somehow managed to record and she’d hired someone to follow me and take the pictures. That’s what the blackmail was about. And once she saw that we were an item, she threatened to expose me. I tried to keep her living because of my love for you, but she was working my last damn nerve. I just had to get rid of her.”