An Insane Love

by Bianca

  That was the voicemail. I wanted to beat her fucking ass after that. I swear I thought of many ways to kill her and not have her family and friends snooping around my family. I wanted to kill her so bad, but then I would miss her. That was one of the main reasons why I didn’t want her to go over there. This dude really talked about how good her pussy tasted and how fat her pussy lips were in the same sentence that he was telling her that he didn’t want anything else to do with her. I was not ready to let her go, and I didn’t plan on ever letting her go. Frank and his posse would have to go through me if he wanted her, and I meant that. The Bailey family may have had connections, but they were no fucking match for the Santiago family.

  After the meeting, my brother caught up to me while I was walking out to the truck.

  “You need to get your fucking head in the game. You need to fire that black bitch before you end up getting her and yourself hurt. You can’t do anything for her. You can’t give her kids, and I’m sure she wants those one day. I’m sure she wants to get married one day, and you can’t do that either. Take your head out of her pussy lips for a second and think about this. My son also told me how you damn near killed her the other night for taking a swim. You’re in too deep, brother. Get out while you still can,” my brother spoke and walked away, not giving me a chance to reply to any of what he said.

  After getting home, the first place I went was to see my lady. She was in her part of the backyard, tossing the balls to her two dogs that I got her for Christmas two years ago. Angel and Flash were two Pitbulls that I knew she would like. They were dark as night, and at a quick glance, looked like panthers.

  I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.

  “Hey, mami!”

  “Hey, Romero. I cooked something if you’re hungry,” she said, never turning around to look at me, making me feel bad.

  “I know something else I wanna eat.”

  I kissed the back of her neck, and she still didn’t turn around.

  “Look, I know you’re mad about our conversation before I left the house. I don’t have a problem with you going, but Emmanuel and Miguel are going with you,” I said.

  Yanking away from me, she turned around, crossed her arms across her chest, and stared me down. I was waiting for her to say something.

  “Mayhem will never let them stay in his home. He doesn’t fuck with outsiders, and you know that. Where are they going to stay, because I’m going to stay in Mayhem’s guest house?” She huffed.

  “Well, what does that have to do with me? You figure it out. All I know is, Emmanuel and Miguel are getting on that jet with you. They will not leave your side. I don’t trust—”

  “Me!” She jabbed her fingers into her chest. “You don’t trust me. How long have I been your bitch? What you don’t trust me about? You know what?… We don’t even have to argue about that because fuck you, Romero.” She snapped at me and stomped past me.

  I was going to leave her alone for a little while because, whether she liked it not, Miguel and Emmanuel were going with her. I knew for a fact that they would be able to keep her away from Frank. Either them or me, and I knew that she was not going to want me to go.

  Kade Lewis

  Sitting in my office, I was going over Mayhem’s, Malice’s, and my sister’s accounts to give them their reports for the month. At first, I started off as Mayhem’s accountant, and I was keeping it a secret from my parents because of my dad’s hatred toward the Bailey family, but all that changed when my sister started dating Malice. Their relationship brought so much drama into our lives that the shit made national news. Both the Lewis and Bailey family was the most talked about family in the world for weeks. I mean, I guess I could see that if your mother slept with her daughter’s husband and then tried to kill her because she wanted to continue to sleep with the husband. That shit was straight out of a Lifetime movie, and they needed to hit us up for the rights to that movie.

  After that fiasco, it seemed like everybody’s life had gotten back on track except mine. Malice and my sister, Kam, were still married, and they had my beautiful four-year-old twin niece and nephew. Mayhem was married to Olena, and they had their three kids. Kam’s real dad, Trent, was still married to Olivia, Olena’s sister, and they had their four-year-old son, Trent Jr., and they just adopted a baby girl, Faith. I couldn’t believe that they decided to start over at their age, but to each their own. I said all that to say this; I want to get married and have a family of my own. I was thirty-one years old, and I had yet to have a stable relationship. Even my little sister, Kalena, called herself trying to have a boyfriend.

  Right around the time that shit was going on with Kam, I was talking to this girl named Valencia, or Lency Carter. I had met her at The Bailey Ball, but it didn’t work out with us because working for the Baileys was very demanding. You had to be on point if you wanted to get paid, and sometimes, I felt like working for them was a twenty-four-hour job. Plus, it was probably a good thing that we didn’t work out because when I needed someone to talk to when my sister was going through her shit, she never picked up the damn phone. So, for the most part, I’d been chilling out and fucking with different broads every now and then.

  Looking at the time, I noticed that it was past time for me to go. I had finished up the reports, and I was going to stop by Mayhem’s to take him his papers and go over and visit with my sister and my niece and nephew for a little bit before I went home, and I also needed to talk to Kam about some important shit. Once I was in the car, I called Mayhem to see if he was home. That nigga didn’t want you on his property if he wasn’t there, if your last name wasn’t Bailey, or you weren’t Frank. He’d pop a cap in your ass.

  “Yeah,” Mayhem answered on the second ring.

  “I was calling to see if you were home because I have your monthly report ready,” I told him.

  “Oh, nah, I’m not at home. My fault, Kade. I completely forgot that you were supposed to be dropping them off. I don’t want you to go out your way, so you can just drop them off at Rubee’s, and I’ll pick them up later,” he told me.

  “Aight. I got it.”

  “The papers are sealed, right?”

  “Yep,” I replied.

  “Aight,” he said and hung up.

  Luckily for me, I knew everything about the Baileys, so I knew her address. Rubee was one of the Baileys that you didn’t see too much because Mayhem didn’t let her hang out a lot. Every time they had a ball, Mayhem made her stay at home and tend to her daughter. I had only seen her a handful of times, and the last time I saw her was at the New Year’s party that Kam threw, and that was back in January, and it was now June. So that was how often she came around.

  Thirty minutes later, I was pulling my black BMW i8 in her driveway. I grabbed Mayhem’s report and got out. My phone rang the second I closed my door. The caller ID read Unknown, and I already knew who it was, but I didn’t have time to talk to him right now because I hadn’t talked to Kam yet. I walked up the few steps and knocked on the door and stepped back a few inches.

  The door opened, and a lump instantly grew in my throat. The first thing that I noticed was that Rubee had on a crop tank top with no bra, with her nipples on full display, and a pair of small ass satin shorts with some thigh-high socks on. Rubee had her thick natural curls pulled into a large wet ball on top of her head. The ends were blonde, and it was actually sexy as hell, and it matched her golden complexion. Her face was bare, compared to the few times that I had seen her. The brown freckles across her nose were such a turn on. Rubee had to be like the same height as Kam, which was about five feet seven, and she was petite as hell. It was crazy that one glance at her, you wouldn’t know that she had a kid.

  “Ahem.” Rubee cleared her throat before she smiled at me, showing off her cute ass smile.

  “Uh, Mayhem wanted me to drop these papers off to you. He said that he was going to come and pick them up.”

  “Where he at?” she asked me.

  “Do Ma
yhem tell me anything?” I asked her and smiled at her.

  “His ugly ass don’t tell nobody nothing, but want you to tell him everything.”

  We stared at each other for a few moments, and right before I was getting ready to say something else, I heard tires screeching behind me. I turned around and saw her nigga jumping out the car with pizza boxes in his hand.

  “Stay beautiful, mama,” I told her, and she blushed.

  I turned around and walked down the few steps, just as Sebastian walked up.

  “What’s good? What you over my shit for?” he questioned me.

  “Rubee,” I said and brushed past him.

  “What that nigga doing coming over here, and why the fuck you open the door looking like a fucking slut for?” he snapped at her, just as I was opening my car door.

  I turned around just as he had slammed the house door. I shook my head and slid in my car. I only had to be around that nigga a few times to know that I ain’t like that nigga. I backed out of their driveway and headed to my sister’s house. My phone rang again, and it was the same unknown call.

  “Yeah,” I answered the phone.

  “Why you ain’t answer the phone the first time I called, son?” my dad said into the phone.

  Kason had been in jail for the last few years. Maybe four or five years or something like that. The nigga deserved it though. He choked my mom to death and then dumped her fucking body and car in the lake. He would have gotten away with it too, had his dumb ass not forgotten to get rid of the cameras in our old home. He did a lot of fuck shit that I didn’t agree with, but he was still my father. I hated it though, and I knew I was the last person that he had in his corner. Kalena doesn’t go see him, and Kam for damn sure didn’t go see him, and that was what I needed to talk to her about.

  “I was busy at the moment when you called,” I replied.

  “Oh… for the Bailey family. I’m sure they have you running like a—”

  “Dad, don’t do this right now. What’s going on? Did you get the money, books, and stuff that was sent?”

  “Yeah, but that’s not what I called about. I called to see if you had talked to Kam. I really want to apologize to her. I have had years to figure out what I wanted to say to her, and I just want to apologize to her, for real,” Kason said into the speaker. “I want to see her and my grandchildren.” I sighed and shook my head just as I was pulling through the gates of Kam’s house.

  “Dad, Kam is not your daughter, and her kids are not your grandchildren.”

  “Boy, I raised that damn girl! She is my daughter, and those kids are my grandkids. She was a Lewis before she was a Bailey. Remember that!” he hissed.

  “But she’s not even a Lewis anymore. Her name is Kambridge Wilson- Bailey, and you know that. Look, I’m getting ready to go in here, and the next time we talk, I’ll let you know what the verdict is. You also have to remember that you held a gun to her husband’s head in front of her and made her choose. You beat her ass like she was a slave for years. You—”

  “Don’t remind me of that. I just want to apologize to her. See her. Is that too much to ask?”

  “Yes,” I replied. “Listen, I have to go. Talk to you soon,” I said and hung up while he was calling my name.

  For a while, I wasn’t even fucking with my dad because of the shit that he did and said to Kam. A few years ago, he sent me a long ass letter, apologizing for everything he did to me, my sister, and my mom. He wanted me to come visit him, but it was still too soon. Shit, I was pissed at my mom, but I didn’t think she deserved to die. Her ass should have been sitting in jail for trying to kill my sister. In sum, my fucking family was fucked up, but a little over a year ago, I went to visit him. Ever since then, I’d been visiting him once a month. He seemed to be doing good behind bars, and he was still getting his ‘special’ treatment because there were prisoners that still wanted to kill him.

  I took a deep breath before I got out the car and went up to the door. Just as I was getting ready to stick my key in the door, it flew open. Malice greeted me while he was holding Faith, Olivia and Trent’s new adopted baby.

  “You were sitting out there too long, so I was coming to check on you,” Malice said once he shut the door.

  “Yeah, I’m good. They got you babysitting?” I asked him.

  “Nah. Well, I’m babysitting on my own because I’m trying to get your sister to see that it’s time for us to have another baby, and she’s playing. She said she don’t want to risk getting pregnant with twins again,” he said and laughed, making me laugh.

  “You know she gon’ give you one. Where she at anyway?”

  “In there feeding the twins. Well, watching them eat.”

  I followed him in the kitchen, and the twins lit up when they saw me. They started banging their little forks on the table, making food go everywhere.

  “Uncle Kadey. Uncle Kadey!” they both chanted and tried to get out of their seats.

  “Nun-uh, y’all! Finish eating, and then you can play with your uncle,” Kam said to them, but they weren’t trying to hear that and got out of their seats anyway.

  “Phoenix! Phoebe! What did your mother say?” Malice spoke with authority.

  They slowly crawled back into their seats, and I kissed them both on their foreheads and sat down next to Kam while she snacked on some candy. Motherhood looked good on my sister. She had matured so much, and I loved that about her. Her t-shirt business was doing well. She’d been making a lot of money. KaePaints was her makeup business that she had along with Malice’s barbershop, Rich Cutz, and that business was booming. Her Instagram had over a million followers because she did everybody’s makeup. Every time them Instagram models came to Chicago to host parties and stuff, she did their makeup. If she hadn’t met Malice, I couldn’t say that I believed her spot would be booming like this.

  “Ain’t the baby pretty?” Malice asked Kam while he bounced Faith around.

  Not even looking at him, “Malice, take you and that baby out this kitchen. Matter of fact, take her back to her parents. Thank you,” she said.

  “But—” he whined.

  Whipping her head around, “Malice, take you and that baby out of this kitchen. Thank you,” she spoke through gritted teeth, making me laugh.

  Malice walked out the kitchen with the baby, and she rolled her eyes.

  “He been parading that baby around here, talking about he wants a baby. I told him he better go get one from somewhere else because I’m done.”

  “Seriously?” I asked her.

  “Boy, naw. I’mma give him another one, I just don’t know when. Anyways, you look like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders. What’s good?”

  “I need to talk to you about something, and I want you to promise to hear me out before you snap on me,” I told her.

  She nodded her head, but she looked at me like I had two heads on my shoulders.

  “Um, I spoke to Kason, and he wants you to come visit him,” I said.

  “Like hell!” both Malice and Trent said at the same time.

  I looked up, and they had just walked into the kitchen. Trent was now holding Faith, along with her bottle.

  “Kade, my wife ain’t going nowhere near that prison to see him. Ever! Tell him that the next time you talk to him. The way that he damaged my baby’s life... there ain’t enough apologizing in the world,” Malice said and came and stood next to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

  “He said that he wanted to apologize and to see his grandchildren.”

  “Those ain’t his grandchildren,” Trent said.

  “I told him that, but—”

  “I know,” Kam whispered.

  Looking down at her, Malice asked, “You know what, Kambridge?”

  She ignored him, got up, and left the kitchen. Malice looked at me, and I shrugged. Moments later, she came back with a stack of letters and threw them on the table. They were all opened, addressed from the prison to Kam’s business.

  “Why
you ain’t tell me that he was writing you, Kambridge? I’mma get a restraining order on that nigga, and I swear, I’m going to have his ass—”

  Kambridge placed her hand on his shoulder to calm Malice down because he was getting amped up.

  “I haven’t written him back because I don’t have anything to say to him. I’m not ready. One day, I’ll be ready, but today is just not the day,” Kam said, and I respected that.

  “Dad?” Kam called his name, but he had his back to us, and he was shaking that bottle hard as hell. “Are you upset with me?”

  “Not with you, baby. Not with you. Just the fact that the prison is letting him send you letters after the shit he put you through. Somebody is not doing their fucking job,” he hissed.

  “Fucking! Paw Paw said fucking!” Phoenix yelled out.

  “My bad, y’all,” Trent said, and skated out of the kitchen.

  “Phoenix, that is a bad word. Don’t say it again. Ever,” Malice told him, and he nodded his head.

  “Look, I came over here to bring y’all’s monthly report. That’s it,” I said to them while laughing. “I’m about to go home and eat me a Hungry Man meal and call it a night.”

  “Kade, stay and have some dinner,” Kambridge offered.

  “Nah. I’m good, beautiful.”

  I got up and kissed her on her forehead and then the kids. Malice followed me out to the car to grab the reports.

  “Look, you good, G? You ain’t been spending a lot of time with us lately,” Malice asked me once I handed him the reports.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “I don’t know. You just been seeming distant lately. We ain’t working your ass that damn hard.”