by Eureka
“Net, Netta, baby, where are you?” I yelled louder as I rushed from room to room searching for her. Frantic, I continued to run throughout the huge house in search of them.
I had built a panic room in the house. My mother sat there with Junior in her arms as she watched me on the monitor losing my mind.
When my mother heard the commotion downstairs, she grabbed Junior and rushed into the panic room and quickly locked the door. Then she called her eldest son who instructed her to keep the door locked and stay there until he came. She was able to see everything from the high-tech monitors that had been installed. She didn’t bother to get her husband so that he could be out of harm’s way. She looked on as she shielded Junior’s eyes from the sight unfolding on the monitor. She watched as her husband’s head exploded like a melon dropped on a concrete floor. Blood and brains painted the wall of the study. She closed her eyes in hurt for the love of her life being murdered, and there was nothing she could do about it.
“I knew this was going to happen, that damn Dutchtress,” Mother spoke out loud in anger.
Junior looked up at her. “Mamma, I want Mommy,” he said with his innocent and sad eyes. It had been over a year since he had seen his mother. He’d just started sleeping through the night without calling out for her. It was almost as if he knew she was still alive.
“No, Mommy is in heaven, Junior. Didn’t Mamma tell you that? No Mommy, but you have me.” Mother bowed her head. A silent prayer escaped her heart for her husband. She waited and waited until she heard a loud bang at the door.
“Mother, it’s me. Open up!”
Hearing the sound of her older son Kainmen’s voice and seeing him on the monitor, she knew it was safe to open the door.
“They killed him; just shot him in cold blood,” she hysterically said as she fell to my knees crying.
Kainmen’s heart hurt over the loss of his father, but now wasn’t the time to show sadness. They had to get out of there and fast. “Come on, Mamma,” he said sternly. His jaws were clenched tightly together. His anger was boiling at this point. Not only did Flex and his boys break through the fortress of this large home, but they killed his father. All because of this little boy Naheri is claiming to be his own. Kainmen was so angry he lifted his Glock and aimed it right at Junior’s head. Junior sat in the panic room with his head turned, playing with his favorite toy, so he didn’t see what was happening.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, my voice roared.
“What the fuck you doin’? That’s my son—your damn nephew. What the fuck!” I screamed as I ran up and knocked the gun from my brother’s hand.
We scuffled for the gun as my mother screamed in terror at both of us. There was no way she was about to let us kill each other or Junior. This was her family, and Dutchtress was behind all of their pain.
“Stop! Stop! Now! You’re scaring Junior,” she yelled as we threw punches in each other’s direction. My desperation and anger gave me strength that my brother had never seen before. I showed what my brother was trying to bring out of me the whole time we were growing up. It was meant for me to take over the empire our grandfather built.
I finally released the hold I had on my brother’s throat and quickly picked up Junior and rushed out of the room. Kainmen looked at his two guards who stood by the door unsure if they should kill me or just let us fight it out. He gave them a head nod, and they lowered their weapons.
“Why the hell did you do that, Kainmen? You . . . You . . .” I said with my eyes full of tears and my voice weak. The pain I was feeling at this moment couldn’t even begin to match the anger I felt for Dutchtress and Flex.
“Ma, if it weren’t for that little boy and Naheri’s fuckin’ obsession with that heartless bitch Dutchtress, Daddy would be alive right now. And you wouldn’t be in so much pain.”
“I know, Kainmen, but Junior is family. Blood or not, he is my grandson, your nephew. There will be no more fighting between you and your brother. The only person we need to be finding and killing is Flex. I thought for sure he was dead.”
Kainmen straightened his suit and brushed off his shoulders. Mother saw the look in his eyes and like she knew all her children, his thoughts were not ones of relief. He had the same look in his eyes she used to see in her father’s eyes when a bloodbath was about to happen.
Chapter 28
Mita’s Confession
After looking through the briefcase and finding all those folders, I decided to get some answers. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water from the faucet. I drank the water like I haven’t had any in days. I filled it again and downed the water. My balance was back, and my dizziness was gone.
“You awake?” I asked upon entering the bedroom where Mita lay resting peacefully, unaware of what was in store for her.
“Mm, yeah, I’m awake,” she said with a smile on her face right before she remembered where she was and what she had done. Mita quickly sat up in the bed. “E . . . lana . . .” she said stammering over her words.
I just gazed at her as I held up one of the sex toys in her view. Her eyes widened. Her expression was like a deer caught in headlights. She was caught.
I walked over to the bed with slow, calculated steps. Mita reached for the sheet to cover her body. “Oh no, don’t be shy now. Let’s look at all of that.” I snatched the covers from her naked body. The look I had in my eyes made her cower toward the headboard.
“Look, I’m sorry. I thought you were into me. I mean, you did kiss me back. So I thought it was time to take us to the next level.” Mita began inching toward the nightstand.
I watched her and allowed her to move closer. Close enough to open the drawer. Then I watched the shock and horror displayed on her face and started laughing.
“Is this what you were reaching for?” I held up a small caliber .22 Smith & Wesson handgun.
Mita lowered her shoulders down in defeat. “So what are you gonna do to me? I-I know you are mad, but please, please, spare me. When Nah—”
I heard her getting ready to say the name of the person I wanted more than life itself to take his last breath. “No, continue, please. This should be interesting. So you were saying that Naheri did what?”
Mita inched her body toward the edge of the bed in hopes that I would show her some forgiveness and mercy.
“Last year, before your accident, Naheri’s brother Kainmen approached me about handling you. He asked me to give you enough drugs to kill you at Naheri’s party. I told him there was no way I was going to jeopardize my career for him and his desire to kill you. He laughed at me and threated to kill my family. I agreed to do it, but when I saw you, there was no way I could kill you. You were, I mean, are the total package. Beauty, brains, and power. I could not believe the information he gave me on you. After I changed my mind, I went to Naheri thinking I could get him to help me out. I asked him to get my family to a safe place away from his brother.”
I walked over to the chair on the side of the bed. All of my attention was on Mita. I picked up one of the dildos that she had left on the floor. My thoughts went back to the night of the party. “That’s why when I first saw you in the hospital you looked real familiar to me. You were one of the guests at the office party. I thought you were one of Naheri’s colleagues. But that still doesn’t answer how, or why, you would take over my life the way you have. I mean, when they wheeled me in that hospital, I was all but dead, and you, you nursed me back to health. Then . . .” My anger was building up again. All the unanswered questions I had were making me more and more ready to slash her throat. Mita, full of fear to make a sudden movement, slowly rose to her feet and stepped in front of the window. I noticed her make a hand motion in front of the window.
“Oh, no one will be driving by. This is a very quiet block; mostly elderly people live around here. So guess what? It’s just you and me. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I walked over and placed my hand on Mita’s shoulder, gently rubbing it, giving her a sense of comfort. “D
on’t be scared. I just want answers. So tell me how my husband Naheri played a part in this.” I gave Mita a slight smirk when I noticed her look down toward the evidence from the night before sprawled across the floor. I gave her a warm smile. “No, don’t worry about any of that; it’s okay. If I wasn’t so drugged up, I might have enjoyed it.” Mita sighed, relieved. “Okay,” I said, “back to how Naheri played a part in all of this, how you took care of me.”
Mita took a deep breath. “I want to say I’m sorry. I only wanted to keep you safe. When Naheri got my family to safety, he told me that everything was okay. And that he and your son would be leaving for Jamaica. When I asked him about you joining him, he got a crazy, mean scowl on his face. I didn’t pursue it further. He just told me that you and he were getting a divorce. I found that odd, since the last time I saw you both, and you looked happy. When he and I were in medical school, you were all he would talk about. The opportunity never came for us to meet when we were at college because I stayed in the books, and eventually, my hard work paid off. I was given a scholarship to Princeton in the middle of our school year, so I transferred. But you were all he would talk about when you guys first met. He would tell me about you and the long dates and even longer conversations. I was happy for him. After I left, we stayed in touch as often as we could. Then life happened, and we lost contact.”
Mita’s demeanor turned from calm to shaky. She looked at me with pleading eyes. “Do you mind if I get a cigarette? I said I was gonna quit this nasty habit, but . . .” she nervously chuckled. She walked toward the nightstand and got a cigarette out of the box. I could see her hands shaking as she lit it.
I watched her as she took a deep pull from the cigarette. Smoke filled the air. She took one more long pull. As she began to speak, smoke from the cigarette escaped her lips.
“When Naheri and I connected back up, the first time was that night at the party. He kept a watchful eye on you. Every move you made that night with that Flex guy he knew about. He was a little tipsy . . . No, he was a lot tipsy, and he was about to make a scene, so I took him to an empty room, and that’s where he told me the whole story. Every move you made. From your affair to the murders he planned on pinning on you. He even told me his real name. I was shocked at first, thinking it was the alcohol talking, but seeing my friend, a man I considered a brother, in so much pain, I had to do something. When he drunkenly asked me to help, I said anything I could to keep him from making a scene and destroying everything he worked hard to build.
“Again, I thought it was the liquor talking, so I didn’t put much into it, that was . . . until he showed me a file with pictures and other incriminating evidence. I briefly looked at the file and put it back in the drawer. I thought he was crazy; I found out just how crazy when he came to my house and demanded I help. I had to help him, or he would have killed my entire family. I’m so sorry.” Mita started crying, holding her hands over her face. She cried and cried. “I looked at him as he pleaded with me to help. I still didn’t think he was going to do anything. That wasn’t the Naheri I knew. Months later when he showed up at my house and asked me if I was ready to help, I told him no, but he used the fact that he helped hide my family from his brother, and that I owed him. When he showed me a picture of my mom and sister bound and gagged, I agreed to help. I didn’t know what he had planned but when I saw you in the hospital scared and bruised . . .”
“So what you’re telling me is that he had this planned all of those months? When you saw me in the hospital, what? What was your part then?” I asked seething with anger.
I wanted to slam her head down on the nightstand. Not only did she take advantage of me, but she raped me. All while my manipulating husband took my son, killed the only man I truly loved, and to top it all off, he stole my fucking money. In my mind, all of that was about to be rectified. Starting first with Mita. I held Mita’s hand and looked deeply into her eyes. “Look, Mita, this is no one’s fault but your friend’s, my husband, Naheri’s. You did keep me alive, and I’m grateful for that.” She held Mita in an embrace that seemed to calm her. “Mita, when was the last time you spoke to him?”
Mita looked into my eyes. “He called me last year to make sure you were dead. He told me that my family was safe, and I no longer owed him. He also told me they were staying at his childhood home in Kingston, the home of his grandfather. The very home he and his brothers grew up in.”
I knew the home she spoke of. In fact, it was the home my henchmen invaded several years ago. The very home I slit the throats of Naheri’s grandfather and uncle. I found this to be the perfect time to kill two birds with one stone.
I led Mita back over to the bed. All of the toys and evidence from the night before still laid in the open. I tried to imagine what had happened. All I could remember was passing out, and Mita hovering over me. I gently laid Mita on the pillow. I seductively rubbed her shoulders. When she saw that this was about to go into round two, thoughts of her ravaging me the night before probably entered her mind. She smiled and began to coo. Then Mita felt something stiff and long entering her wet box. She looked up at me with a loving smile on her face. I smiled and gave her the impression that I was into it. She threw her head back in passion as she felt the long stiffness move in and out of her cave. When she heard a click, she looked back up into my eyes, which now were cold and empty.
“So this the shit you like, huh? I don’t do bitches.”
“Pew, pew” rang out in the air. Her stomach exploded. The bloodcurdling yelp she released as two shots from my .38 snubnose entered her body through her wet box. Mita’s eyes stayed open in shock as she took her last breath.
I got up from the bed, walked into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. When I looked over at the wall, I saw the small radio. I turned it on and found the station I loved so much. As the classical music interrupted the silence in the house, I made motions as if I were conducting an orchestra. I looked back at the bloody mess on the bed where Mita’s lifeless body lay. I smiled, excited about the face-to-face I was going to have with my son and my soon-to-be-dead husband. Then I stepped into the shower and allowed the warm water to cascade over my head. “Soon, you will see what it is,” I spoke out loud as the music from Johann Sebastian Bach played through the small radio.
Chapter 29
Naheri, All Lies Tell Truths
“Look, I don’t care what it takes, find that muthafucka!” Kainmen’s voice boomed from the other side of the room.
I just sat there in shock and agony. Not only did Flex kill my father, but my wife, my sweet wife was missing. They took her too. I looked back on the surveillance tape, and to my shock and pure dismay, I watched as Flex and his crew tore through my secure and gated home and took things that I held near and dear to me. My wife was unconscious as they tore through the house looking for what looked like a way out. When they came upon my father lying asleep on the couch, I watched in pain as Flex made sure he put a bullet through his head. I could hear my father now, “You should have left this alone when you had the chance, son.” I had to sit back and wonder if Elana was alive too. I picked up my phone to call the only person who would know the truth about that. She promised me. I’ll kill her and her whole family if she double-crossed me.
The phone rang for a moment; then the voicemail picked up. I hung up and called right back. This time, on the third ring, someone picked up. “Mita, Mita,” I called out to her in desperation. Still no answer. I could hear breathing on the other end. “Mita, this is Naheri. I need to speak to you about my wife. Did you kill that bitch as we discussed? If you di—” I heard laughter erupt from the other end, and then the call was terminated. I called right back, only to be met with the voicemail again. I wasn’t sure if that was Mita. All I knew was whoever it was found something I’d said real funny. A sick and eerie feeling crept over my body. I will never forget her laugh. It was the devil herself. I looked over at Kainmen and swallowed a huge lump that seemed to have formed in my throat.
“I
need to go back to the States. Junior and I are leaving tonight.”
Kainmen looked over in my direction with a menacing stare. His eyes seemed cold and empty. If looks could kill, my son and I would be dead right where we sat. Kainmen nodded to his guard that stood at the door. Then in a loud booming voice, he said, “Leave? Leave now? Are you fucking serious? This shit is all because of you and your weak-ass moves. When I sent Rasta to kill that bitch, all you had to do was . . .” He stopped talking. By this time, I sat Junior down in a chair. I looked in the face of my son. His resemblance to his mother was enough to shake my cold heart. The feelings I had for her were not all the way gone. In fact, she haunted my every thought, even at a time like this. The long scar that adorned the side of Junior’s face brought back the reality that they almost killed him. No matter blood or not, he is my son, and I am his father in every way that counts.
I stared at Kainmen. “You are the one who unleashed that fool on my family and me. Because of you, an innocent young woman lost her life. And my son, my son is starting all over because of that savage beast who damn near beat him to death. You did this to your nephew and for what—to get back at my wife? You—”
“See, that right there is what I’m talking about. You still, after all of this, you consider that dead bitch your wife. And because of this little retarded muthafucka who ain’t even yours, our father is dead. The bitch killed our grandfather and uncle; then you sitting here raising her damn son like he’s yours.” He lunged toward Junior. I drew my hand back and punched him in the mouth right before he could make contact with Junior. The commotion caused the guards to rush into the room and break us up. Once again, our mother rushed in. Her face was stained from the tears she shed.