Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series)

by Deja King

  I simply grinned at Devon's remark. If his desire to take a dip in my juices would speed this murder up then I was willing to give him a taste right now. At this stage in the game anything was doable as long as Devon understood that this is my show and I run this.

  Role Play

  Being locked the fuck up will definitely humble a bitch. That's all I could think about when I woke up the next morning with my stomach growling. It was hitting me harder and harder each day that I went from chilling in a luxurious estate to being someone's prisoner, unable to have control over my next move.

  After my slick antics with Mike yesterday he didn't show his face for the rest of the night. I yelled out a few times because not only was I starving, but had to piss. After wearing out my pipes for over an hour off and on, I finally accepted the fact the nigga wasn't fucking with me. I eventually fell asleep, pissy, hungry and now waking up to the same shit. As my eyes darted around the room trying to entertain myself I glanced down at my feet and got fixated on my chipped French pedicure, "Damn, I fell off!" was all I kept repeating until I heard the bedroom door being unlocked.

  "I see your up," Mike said as if he didn't have a care in the fucking world. But why shouldn't he? It was obvious this nigga hadn't missed a meal or a grooming.

  "I know you heard me last night screaming my ass off in here. Even prisoners get a bathroom break," I said, sucking my teeth.

  "In this prison, using the bathroom is a privilege which you lost after trying to make your great escape."

  "Oh, so what, you gon' have me pissing on myself for the duration of my stay?"

  "Hopefully you've learned your lesson and it won't come to that, but we shall see." Mike came towards me and began unlocking my handcuffs.

  "What are you about to do to me?"

  "You wanna take yo' ass to the bathroom don't you?" That was one question that didn't even need a response. "Now come on, but I'm telling you now, I ain't in the mood for no bullshit this morning."

  "I won't give you any."

  "Right, let's go."

  It wasn't until I was in an upright position that Mike took a gun from his back pocket and held it to my spine.

  "Is the gun really necessary?" I smacked.

  "I learned my lesson dealing wit' yo' crazy ass, and for your sake I hope you did too."

  When we entered the hallway the smell of breakfast food smacked me in the face. My stomach immediately started grumbling and I was tempted to start begging Mike for some food, but thought I needed to take one objective at a time. When we got to the bathroom I stepped in the entrance and started closing the door so I could handle my business on the toilet.

  "Nah, you leaving the door open, shorty," Mike said, pushing the door back open.

  "What the fuck, you got a gun patrolling my every move. Can't I at least do what I got to do in private?"

  "No, you lost all rights to privacy. Now hurry up."

  "I shouldn't have to share this wit' you but I need to shit." "Go head, just make sure you spray that Oust afterwards and turn on the fan."

  "That's how this is going down? I have to shit with the door open and you posted at the door?"

  "Exactly. Now hurry the fuck up before I start making yo' ass wear diapers for now on."

  "Fine, but could you at least turn around so I can maintain a little bit of my dignity?" Mike obliged my request but I still felt like less that zero grunting and shitting in front of this motherfucker. I knew I had done some foul shit in my life but this punishment right here was almost too much to endure. By the time I finished and wiped my ass all my pride had damn near diminished. I went to the sink and washed my hands, feeling defeated.

  "Come on, it don't take that long to wash your hands, and don't forget to spray `cause you stunk up the joint for real."

  Once again as we began what I call the prison walk back to the bedroom, the smell of the food lingering in the air had my stomach sounding like a disgruntled tiger.

  "What the fuck you stopping for?" Mike pushed the gun firmly in my back as I suddenly stopped a few feet away from our destination.

  "Mike, I'm so damn hungry! Can I please have something to eat?"

  This nigga didn't say shit. He stayed quiet and I imagined his trifling ass laughing behind my back.

  "Don't make me beg, but I will," I said, not giving a fuck. What in the hell did I have left to lose? This nigga already had me shitting in front of him. We had come to the point where anything goes.

  "I don't know. Last time I demonstrated some kindness and fed you, the favor was returned by you getting all this strength up to clobber me with a fuckin' trashcan and tryna break out. Food seems to be to you what spinach was to Popeye."

  "Mike, I'm being serious right now."

  "Shit, I'm serious too. Ain't nobody playing. The reason I didn't fuck wit' you none last night was because I was zoned out on medicine tryna get rid of the migraine you left me with. I ain't up with playing those types of games with you today."

  "If you feed me I promise I'll be on my A game. I won't try no bullshit. I give you my word on that."

  Mike came from behind and stood in front of me staring into my eyes intensely. I wanted to spit in his face and rip my claws through his skin, but instead I conjured up some big crocodile tears, enough to water up my eyes real good but not let a single one trickle down my cheeks. This would give a more convincing performance. Because everybody knows I don't shed a tear over shit, so this would give the appearance of me being on the verge of breaking down but trying to remain strong. Honestly, that wasn't far from the truth, but I'm a soldier. I don't lay down, I gets down, and slowly I was implementing my plan.

  "Yo, are you about to cry?" Mike had a perplexed look on his face, stunned by my crushed expression.

  I tilted my head down as if trying to hide my embarrassment of admitting defeat. "No, I'm good. Everything's cool," I said, clearing my throat.

  Mike lifted my chin gazing in my eyes like this was some fucking love story. Negroplease! was all I could think to myself. "No, you're not cool. I see this situation is finally taking its toll on you. I wondered how long you could remain tough, but even you have your breaking point, Precious."

  "I said I was good, Mike. You can stop pretending like you give a fuck if I'm okay or not. I know you don't give a damn how I feel."

  "That's not true. I do care about how you feel."

  "I can't tell. You've tried to humiliate me every chance you got."

  "I only wanted to humble you. Since the first time I met you, you've always had this mentality that the sun rises and sets on Precious' ass. I needed for you to understand that it doesn't."

  "Your point has been made," I said, clapping my hands as if giving a mock standing ovation.

  "Precious, stop! I'm kicking real shit right. From me kidnapping you and having you hauled up in here has always been about teaching you a lesson. You've always farted around like you was Miss Untouchable. I needed to show you that you're not. At this moment was the very first time that I've seen that you know that you aren't."

  I wanted to burst out laughing that this slimy motherfucker who raped me had the audacity to stand in my face and give me a sermon on teaching someone a fucking lesson on humility. But, hell I was willing to play this bullshit out for this self righteous snake.

  "I can't front. I don't like to admit I'm wrong about shit, but what you're saying is valid, I'll admit that."

  "Wow, progress has finally been made." This nigga stood grinning real proud, as if he was being honored at some prestigious award ceremony. This clown was carrying on like I was some charity case that he reformed.

  "Who would've thought that you, Mike could be the one to make me admit to my flaws. Once again, I've underestimated how much influence you have over me when I let my guard down."

  Mike didn't respond verbally to what I said. Instead he grabbed my arms and led me into the bedroom and handcuffed me back to the bed. He left the room, still silent, closing the door behind him.


  Oh fuck! Did I take that kissing ass shit too far? I thought I really had my performance tight and he was licking that shit up like a lollipop. Damn, right when I finally feltI was making a breakthrough with that sociopath Iplay my cards all wrong.

  I kept shaking my head trying to figure out at what point did the conversation go wrong. I was dissecting each word that was exchanged between us so hard that at first I didn't hear Mike come back in.

  "Sorry I took so long but the food was getting cold so I had to warm it back up," he said, as he placed a tray of food on the dresser.

  I was grinning so damn hard inside. I'm still that bitch!

  "That's okay, I'm just so thankful you decided to bring me some food. You have no idea what you've just shown me." That fucking a nigga will let you have him for one night, but stroking a nigga c ego will letyou have his mind for a lifetime.

  "Yes, I do. That I'm genuinely concerned about what happens to you," Mike said, un-cuffing my hands.

  "Exactly," I said, reaching for the tray of food. This dude had prepared a bacon and cheese omelet with grits and buttered crescent rolls. Then he had me washing my meal down with freshly squeezed orange juice.

  "Precious, if you continue to cooperate with me your stay here can be a pleasant one." Mike was now eyeing me the same way I did my plate of food before quickly devouring it down.

  "I don't see how any stay can be pleasant when you know eventually you're going to die."

  "Plans can change. This doesn't have to end with you dying."

  "So you say, but I don't think Maya is going for that."

  "I told you before, let me handle Maya. All you need to focus on is being loyal."

  "Loyal to you?"

  "Of course."

  "What I was trying to say was I'm surprised you want my loyalty because it's not like you need it," I said, trying to smooth over how appalling his request sounded to me.

  "I do need it."

  "WhY?"

  "Because if I let you stay alive I would need to know you would never cross me."

  Boy oh boy, Mike surely hadgame with him. It took me a second, but I now understood what was going on in dude's head. He definitely was scheming to maneuver some pussy out of me, but see, the thing was he didn't want to have to take it like he did last time. This demonic fuck wanted me to spread my legs willingly!

  "I understand the whole loyalty thing, but I can't lie and say that I don't have trust issues. A lot of foul shit has happened between us and it's hard to be loyal to someone that you don't know will be loyal back to you."

  "That's real, Precious. That's why I'm making an effort to show you. I know I only have a little bit of time to prove that, but if you let me, I will."

  "Why do you say that you only have a little bit of time?"

  "Because within the next week I'll have my money and will be able to get out of LA and start a new life, hopefully with you."

  I almost choked on my orange juice when Mike used the words "new life" and "with you" in the same sentence. "You want me to come with you?"

  "You and Aaliyah. For the short period of time I spent with her it was as if we bonded. I can't help but believe she really is my daughter. Of course this is all contingent on you proving your loyalty," Mike quickly added.

  "I woke up this morning ready to die and now you've given me a reason to live. How ironic is that shit?"

  "It's a lot to swallow but I think it could work. From the moment I laid eyes on you in the club a few years ago, I knew you had all the makings to be my wife. That shit ain't changed."

  "The thought of being with Aaliyah again, this all sounds so promising, but I can't see Maya going for it. I don't think you understand how ruthless she is. You look at her as your baby sister, but trust me, Maya is no longer a little girl."

  "You think I don't know that? I hardly recognize her anymore. But I try to be patient with Maya because I know a lot of it is my fault."

  "Why do you feel like that?"

  "Maya never knew her father and it affected her emotionally," Mike revealed with regret in his voice.

  "I can relate to that. I still don't know who my father is."

  "Neither does Maya. Even though my dad disappeared from our lives before Maya was born, she always believed we had the same mother and father, but we don't. I don't know who Maya's father is. My mother never told me and I didn't bother or care to ask. I figured he was another low life, like the rest of the men that came in and out of our lives. So Maya turned to me to be that father figure and I let her down."

  "How?"

  "I didn't protect her from the sorry ass men my mother would have up in her crib. I mean I don't believe none of them messed with Maya physically, but psychologically she always felt unwanted, as if our moms was choosing being with the men over her."

  "Damn, I feel like I'm reliving my childhood all over again."

  "The difference is Maya had me and I should've stepped up to the plate and been there for her, but I was too busy doing me. I was in those streets building a drug empire not understanding or caring that I was simply throwing money her way so she could stay out my face and let me do what the fuck I wanted to do. Now look at her. She's a killer just like her brother."

  "Mike, you didn't make her into a killer."

  "You don't have to spare no punches wit' me, Precious. Maya has no soul. The only reason you got yours back is because you fell in love and had a baby. The same would have to happen to Maya if she has any chance at redemption."

  I swallowed hard, agonizing over what Mike said. This nigga was treacherous but he knew his shit. That is what saved me, and it was killing me inside that Maya was turning to Supreme to do the same for her. The difference was the love Supreme and I share is as real as it comes. It was no manufactured concocted bullshit. I was praying that he would remain loyal to our vows and commitment and not fall for the poison Maya was feeding him. But once he read the fake ass letter Maya had me write, I knew there was a strong chance all that dedication was history.

  "Mike, I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me."

  "Go head."

  "You're hoping that Maya will be able to make Supreme fall in love with her, aren't you?"

  "Yes, but it isn't because I want to hurt you," he answered, taking my hand as if to appease me. I wanted to commence to whooping Mike's ass right there on the spot but kept telling myself to play the game or I would never see my family again. "But because when I leave I know she won't have anybody else. Maya needs Supreme, and with you gone he's going to need her too."

  "Supreme deserves better than Maya, and so does my daughter."

  "I feel you, and that's why Aaliyah will come with us. As for Supreme, you know I ain't checkin' for that cat, but if he can make Maya feel love and bring her some happiness then I'll let him be. Maybe this can right the wrong from her childhood and take away my guilt. Because no matter what, she's my blood and I love her."

  "Mike, this is too much for me to deal with all at once. You're willing to strip away my life and hand it over to your conniving sister. She's got you feeling so guilty about the past that you ain't grasping how vicious she is. This ain't no Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep nursery rhyme shit. Your sister has some serious issues."

  "There are some magazines in the drawer. Sit back, read them and relax," Mike said, standing up from the bed, obviously not wanting to face the harsh reality of who his sister truly is.

  "What about the handcuffs?"

  "I told you I was working on gaining your trust. This is a start. I will be locking the door but having the freedom to walk around the room will hopefully make you feel less like a prisoner and more of a welcomed guest."

  "Wow, the surprises keep on coming! I certainly wasn't expecting this, but again, thank you."

  "I'm making an effort so I need you to do the same thing."

  "Meaning?"

  "Give what I requested of you a chance."

  "You're talking about the loyalty thing."
r />   "Yes. Or have you already made your mind up that it ain't gon' happen?"

  "If it could mean being reunited with my daughter, then I'm willing to try."

  "I always knew you were a smart woman, and the love you have for your daughter makes you even that more appealing. I'll be back later on to bring you lunch. Bye."

  I stood up and then sat right back down wondering what the fuck had just happened. Could this nigga be serious or was this another sick game he was playing to further torture me? The vibe was clear that the attraction he had for me was very much intact, but wanting to fuck me and having us run off together with Aaliyah was two totally different things. Mike was a slickster in every sense of the word, but until I figured out what he was truly up to I would continue my role play.

  I rose up from my queen-sized bed feeling exactly like that... a queen. Today felt like a new beginning because if all had gone as planned, Detective Moore should be somewhere in the coroners office. I was tempted to call Devon to get the full report but opted against it, especially after that disclosure from Supreme about the feds putting a wiretap on Precious' cell phone. There was too much at stake to blow it all on a fucking phone call. Today was Devon's day off so I would have to wait for him to make contact.

  I flipped on the television switch and turned to the news to see if there was any coverage about Detective Moore's murder. I twiddled my thumbs for over fifteen minutes watching everything from the weather report, entertainment news covering Paris Hilton's latest sexual exploit, and local to international news, but nothing on a shooting death of a cop. I stared at the bottom of the screen for a breaking news alert but still nothing.

  "Fuck it! Maybe his body is still sprawled out on the front of his doorstep and hasn't been discovered yet. Or better yet, maybe the police department is keeping his murder under wraps not wanting to alert the media yet until they have a suspect. The last thing the city of LA needs is another unsolved murder of a cop," I said, switching off the television.

  Anxious to celebrate the demise of the once potentially toxic detective, I took a quick shower and planned a day of pampering. Yesterday, after keeping Supreme and Aaliyah out all afternoon and evening in an attempt to block the detective from speaking with him, Supreme surprised me with some cash and it was much more than what he hit me off with the first go round. He said it was to show his gratitude for taking such wonderful care of Aaliyah during these hard times and being such a good friend to him. He even made me promise that I wouldn't spend the money on anyone else but myself because I deserved it. Shiiiit, Supreme didn't have to ask me twice! I wrapped my hands around that cash with all my pearly whites showing like it was Christmas. I always knew that Supreme was generous by the way he splurged on Precious, but I had no idea that just being nice to his prized little girl would entitle me with so many perks. Aaliyah was truly an asset that I hadn't counted on.