The Dirty Divorce Part 3

by Miss KP

  I stood up to help my daughter. “Carmen, stay with Maria. I’m going upstairs to help your sister get cleaned up.”

  Carmen nodded her head. “Okay Mommy. Feel better, Denie.”

  “I’m alright,” Denie insisted.

  “No, you’re not. Come on,” I responded as we made our way upstairs.”

  If there was anything I could’ve done to remove the pain from Denie’s heart I would. It hurt me to see her in so much distress, and how she’d alienated herself from the world. I’d been worried sick about her ever since the incident at the hair salon. When Jermaine called and told me he’d found Denie laying on the sidewalk and that someone had shot up Georgia Avenue trying to get at her, my heart instantly stopped. To make matters worse, Denie had no idea who the person could’ve been. She didn’t even get a good look at the car. That was the scary part.

  One thing after another kept happening to Denie and I felt like her life was spiraling out of control by the minute. I’d worked so hard to try and get her past the Javier situation, and now this shit was a major set back. However, there was no way I was gonna allow anything to happen to my daughter, so I’d been keeping close tabs on her. It was my job as a mother to protect her, especially since her father wasn’t shit. I hadn’t even called him about the incident, and didn’t have any plans on telling him. This was something I was gonna handle myself. For all I knew, it could’ve been because of something he’d done that caused this shit. I knew I’d chosen this crazy life for me and my family, but I probably would’ve had second thoughts if I’d known it would cost me their lives. Maybe it was time to get out the game. In the end, this shit wasn’t worth it.

  “Denie, what’s wrong with you?” I asked as she sat down on her bed. “How long have you been feeling sick?”

  “I don’t know. It’s nothing major. I just got dizzy for a second and became nauseated, that’s all. Please just leave me alone. I need to change into something else.”

  “I’ll back off, but just listen to me first. No matter what the past was with us and my faults, I love you and I always have if that means anything,” I said, allowing my guilt to get the best of me.

  Denie forced a slight smile. “I love you, too. I’m not mad at you. I understand more than you think I do.”

  “Well, help me understand what’s going on with you then.”

  “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m just tired.”

  “You have to be strong, baby. I know that was a traumatic experience, but things will work out. Don’t worry. Once I find out who did this, it’s a wrap for them.”

  “I really don’t feel like talking right now,” Denie responded.

  “Okay can I just say one more thing and then I’ll go?”

  Denie slowly shook her head. “Yes, what is it?”

  “I think if you try and work on your relationship with your father, you would be in a better place. I’m not gonna be dealing with him anymore, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”

  “What is it gonna take for you to see Rich for the animal he really is? He fucks up anything he touches. I used to be just like you and never understood why people only saw the worst in him until he hurt me,” Denie informed.

  “Well, your father really does love you and…”

  “Look Marisol, I can’t take it anymore. I need to tell you something.”

  “Denie, call me Mom. It made me feel good to hear you say that. I don’t want to be Marisol to you anymore. I want to be your mother.”

  “Okay… Mom,” she said with a smirk.

  “That’s better, now what’s up?”

  All of a sudden her smirk turned into a frown and she broke down crying.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

  I rubbed her back in a circular motion. “It’s okay. I’m always gonna be here for you.”

  “Don’t be mad, but I lied to you and I feel bad.”

  “Whatever you have to tell me I can take it, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

  “Javier was telling the trut did tell him that Rich killed Uncle Carlos, because he did. He caught Lisa and Uncle Carlos together and that’s what made him do it.”

  “Denie I know you’re mad at your father right now, but it’s no need to make things up because I know the truth. I know Lisa killed him.”

  Denie jumped up. “Stop being in denial and just hear me out. I’m so tired of Rich making you look like a fool. He killed Carlos, then covered everything up so that Uncle Renzo wouldn’t kill us all. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you after all you’ve done for me.”

  I stared at my daughter for a minute trying to process everything. “Denie, it’s okay. I was going to kill Javier regardless, so don’t feel like you have to carry that burden on your heart.”

  “I need you to believe me. It’s the truth. Rich is a piece of shit!”

  As my daughter cried and felt guilty for holding so much in, I finally saw Rich for the bastard that he really was. I guess it had to take the right person to allow me to see it. He was gonna pay for lying to me and taking my husband away from his kids. Trying to stay strong, I held back my true feelings.

  “Well, baby I hate a liar and I’ll definitely get to the bottom of this. Just be easy. Don’t worry about anything. I have it all under control. I just want to see my old Denie come back.”

  I wanted her to know that I was there for her no matter what.

  “It’s hard. There’s just so much on my mind.”

  Not wanting to pry, I decided not to push her anymore. But to my surprise, Denie suddenly opened up and started to talk. When she finally gave me details about the time she spent with Javier, I was appalled. At that moment, Jade’s outburst at the funeral, became crystal clear in my mind. Now, it all made sense. She’d tried to send me a message, but I’d been too dumb to see it. All this time my daughter held the answers that I went through hell and high water to get. Finally, I knew the truth.

  Even though deep down inside I always knew Rich killed Jade, Javier had still crossed the line by violating my nineteen year old daughter. Denie seemed to cry the most when she told me that Jermaine had given her some uncomfortable news about Javier, but wouldn’t tell me about that part. As bad as I wanted to know what Jermaine said, I decided to wait until she was ready to open up. Denie was like a fragile flower now. At any moment she could fall apart, so I had to be overly delicate with her.

  After a long heartfelt conversation, Denie and I promised to never keep secrets from each other. Although I knew she was still holding something back, I wasn’t even sure if I was prepared for much more. At that point I needed some air and decided to go and get a mani-pedi. Along with the desperate nail pampering, I also needed a moment to digest all the information that had been exposed to me.

  After I got out of the shower and put on some lotion, I decided to put on my green convertible maxi dress and a pair of flip flops. Tossing my sunglasses into my hot pink Louis Vuitton Alma bag, I grabbed my keys, then walked out of the door.

  Today I decided to drive my BMWine haI could let the top down and exhale. Once I got inside the car, I couldn’t help myself. I needed to curse Rich out. As I dialed his number my blood boiled all over again. Of course he didn’t answer the phone, so I decided to leave him a message.

  “You bitch-ass nigga. I know you’re ignoring my call, but it’s all good. The gig is up muthafucka, you’ve been caught. I advise you to stay the fuck away from my house, and if not, you’ll see what happens when you get here, you fucking punta!”

  Taking a deep breath, it felt as though I had so much more to say, but I had to plan this out carefully. As I waited for my iron gates to open, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see Carmen running out of the house with Maria chasing after her.

  “Mommy, Mommy!” she yelled running toward my car.

  “What the hell?” I quickly put my car in park and got out as Carmen ran down the pavement.

  “I’m sorry, Miss Marisol. Carmen heard you tell Denie that you leaving so she ran
out after you crying.”

  “I wanna go with you, Mommy!” Carmen wailed.

  “Carmen baby, I’ll take you tomorrow. Mommy needs to have some time alone right now.”

  “But Mommy you don’t ever take me anywhere anymore. I don’t want to stay with Maria. I want to go with you,” she whined.

  Not wanting to disappoint my kids anymore, I quickly gave in. “Come on, Carmen get in,” I said, opening the door.

  Carmen was all smiles as she hopped inside moments later. She’d obviously played on my guilt, which ended up working in her favor. How could I argue with a five year old when she was telling the truth? Maybe a day with Carmen was what we both needed. Reaching down on the passenger side floor, I looked in my bag and got out my Chanel sunglasses and put them on.

  “Mommy where are my sunglasses?”

  “Look in the glove compartment and get some.”

  Carmen held up a pair of pink sunglasses with heart shaped rims. “Mommy these aren’t mines, these are Mia’s.”

  “It doesn’t matter, just put them on.”

  “No Mommy. She’s gonna be mad at me.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Baby, Mia is in heaven and she has a lot of sunglasses now, so she won’t mind you wearing those, okay. She’ll probably be happy that you’re wearing them.”

  “Why can’t I go to heaven and be with Mia and Daddy? Uncle Rich said a bad man hurt Daddy and that’s why he had to leave and go to heaven.”

  “Ooh Carmen those glasses look pretty on your pretty face.” I tried to change the subject when I felt my eyes well up with tears.

  Her smile went from ear to ear. “Thanks Mommy.”

  I couldn’t believe that muthafucka had been talking to my daughter about Carlos. The more I found out about Rich, the deeper my hatred for him seemed to develop.

  ****

  Carmen and I ended up having a great day together, but since I still needed some time to myself, I told Maria to come and meet us at Woodmont Grill Bethesda so she could take Carmen back home. As I walked Carmen to Maria’s car, I locked eyes with a familiar face driving past the restaurant. It was Grady.

  What the hell is he doing in town, I thought.

  He hadn’t called me in months, so I wondered what he was doing in D.C. Obviously he’d noticed me too because he held his hand up as he made a U-turn and I gave Carmen a kiss. By the time she and Maria pulled off, Grady pulled up. He had some chick in the car with him that gave me a ‘who the fuck are you bitch’ look, but I decided to let it go. Little did she know, I could take him if I wanted, so she needed to calm the fuck down. After double parking, he jumped out of the car looking handsome as ever.

  “What’s up, babe?” he asked. His fine-ass got out and gave me a strong hug.

  “Hey, Grady, what are you doing here?”

  “I been in D.C. for a minute. Man, I’ve been tryin’ to get in touch with you for a minute now. Rich gave me your number, but every time I call your phone the shit is off.

  I looked surprised. “What number did you call? Rich didn’t tell me that you were trying to get in touch with me.”

  “I mean it’s all good. I knew you were busy dealin’ with your daughter and all. Oh, I’m sorry to hear about your loss.”

  “Thanks Grady.” I certainly didn’t wanna talk about Mia. “So, what number did Rich give you,” I asked as he went back to his Maserati to get his phone.

  He was dressed really simple with a white tee, shorts and a pair of Gucci sneakers. With dark chocolate skin, he reminded me so much of Lance Gross. If I didn’t have on my sunglasses I’m sure the bitch he had in tow would’ve been ready to beat my ass, because I was definitely checking him out. I couldn’t hear what the chick was saying to him, but all I knew was her neck was rolling and by the end of their thirty second conversation her lips were pouting and her arms were folded. Maybe she could sense that me and Grady had fucked before. But damn it was a long time ago, when Carlos was alive. We were doing business one night in Houston, and one too many drinks had me on my back. We never discussed our one night since he feared Carlos would kill him, so it was water under the bridge right after we both came. But as horny as I was, I wouldn’t have objected to taking another trip back down memory lane again.

  “Here’s the number right here,” Grady said, handing me his Blackberry.

  My eyebrows wrinkled. “This is Carlos’ old number. Why would Rich give you this number?” For some strange reason, I had yet to disconnect Carlos’ phone service.< />

  Grady shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. He’s been taken care of me. As a matter of fact I just left him a couple of hours ago.”

  “Oh really.”

  “Yeah. He said you wanted him to take care of things now since you were still dealin’ with your loss. You seemed shocked. Was the nigga lyin’ or somethin’?”

  I had to play it off. “Oh, no. That’s exactly what I told him. Listen, put my number in your phone and give me a call for now on. I’m back so you can deal with me directly.”

  “Okay cool,” Grady said, as he repeated the number back to me to ensure it was correct.

  “Call me anytime, even if you get tired of that chicken head you got in the car.”

  “You know I will. Take care.” He winked before walking back to the car and pulling off.

  Smiling to hide my anger, I quickly ran back to my own car, then pulled out my phone. I was so pissed as I redialed Rich’s number, my hands started to shake. Once again, I felt like a fool for trusting him. After finding out about the robbery and the Grady shit, now I knew who’d taken the ten grand that day. Here I was thinking that my most honorable business partner, Devin had shorted me, and Rich’s ass had been robbing me right up under my nose the entire time. There was no way I was going to allow him to get away with this shit.

  “Yeah man. You still wanna call and talk shit. Don’t be leavin’ me no messages like that,” he answered as if my calls were irritating him.

  “Let me tell you one fucking thing. As long as you live don’t you ever fuck with my money, am I clear?”

  “Who the fuck are you talkin’ to, Marisol?”

  “Your broke-ass. Are you so thirsty that you had to steal from me? What type of shit are you really on?”

  “Who the fuck are you callin’ broke?” Rich asked.

  I could care less if I’d pissed him off. “You muthafucka. You’re the only one on the phone, right? I can’t believe you Rich.”

  “What are you talkin’ about bitch? I didn’t rob you.”

  “Correction, what I said was stealing from me. So, do you wanna admit that you were the one at the airport that day?”

  The line was quiet for about three seconds. “Why would I admit to some shit like that when it’s not true?”

  “I didn’t think your bitch-ass would. Who the fuck told you to fuck with Grady behind my back, and why would you give him Carlos’ old number?”

  “Man, fuck you and Grady. You all on that nigga’s dick if you listenin’ to what he sayin’.”

  “Actually being on his dick is a whole lot better than being on yours. I would take Grady over your little dick ass any day.” I knew thatcomment would land as a low blow. Men hated when you talked about their manhood.

  “Are you tryin’ to be funny, bitch? I hope not since your pussy is some shit. I could care less if you ever get on my dick again. I got bitches, sex ain’t ever been an issue for me. You’re the one who keeps callin' beggin’ me to come and fuck wit’ you.”

  “Rich please. You give yourself way more credit than you deserve. I can make myself cum muthafucka. My dildo does me just fine. There’s nothing you can do to me that I can’t do to myself so go fuck one of your whores. Just stay the fuck out of me and my daughter’s lives.”

  “Bitch that’s my daughter! You come back in her life after me and Lisa do all the work and stake claim. You can’t keep me away from my child.”

  “I won’t have to work hard because she doesn’t fuck with you and neither
do I. I advise you stay the fuck away from me.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  “No, it’s a promise.”

  I hung up on his ass before I exposed that I knew the truth about what he did to Carlos and Jade. Rich’s days on this earth were definitely numbered.

  Chapter 24 Marisol

  More than ever, I was really through with his ass this time. Rich was dead to me as far as I was concerned and if it was the last thing I did, he was going to pay for thinking I was a joke. Not only was he playing me with that bitch Trixie the entire time, but now he was fucking with my money, and that’s where I drew the line. I’d devised a plan for some major get back, and Trixie was gonna make it happen for me. No questions asked, she was gonna help me get this nigga. I’m sure she was surprised when I called a few hours earlier and told her we needed to meet at my house for a business meeting. She even tried to tell me that it wasn’t a good idea, until I mentioned the word money. Just like any other money hungry bitch, Trixie was quick to change her tune once she realized that I was willing to pay for her time. When anyone spoke about cash, Trixie would sell her soul to the devil. She would do anything for a coin which worked in my favor, but at the same time I knew that could also backfire and be dangerous. What I needed her to know was that I wouldn’t mind getting rid of her ass if need be. This shit was business…not personal.

  Suddenly, the gate buzzed.

  “I can’t believe she’s on time,” I said, after looking into the monitor.

  “Trixie?” I asked just to reconfirm.

  “Yep. It’s me,” she responded.

  After hitting the button to let her inside, I ran down stairs to open the door. When Trixie walked up a few minutes later, hekfias dressed like she was going out to a club somewhere even though it was only two o’clock in the afternoon.

  Dolled up in an ivory ruffled dress that was probably a shirt, it fell off of her shoulder, and landed just above her ass. With her breasts spilling out the other end, she was way too sexy for what we were here to do. However, her red YSL platform sandals were to die for. One thing I could say about Rich, his bitches were always fly.