The Dirty Divorce Part 2

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by Miss KP


  “Thanks. I’m sorry if I was rude to you, I’ve just had a rough morning, that’s all.”

  “No worries. Now you’re here and whatever was so awful this morning couldn’t possibly be more precious than that gift you have right here.”

  I just nodded and smiled as she went to get Carlie and set me up to nurse. The more my mind wondered, the more I couldn’t believe the test results. I couldn’t believe God was punishing me this way. I just knew he’d blessed me with a piece of Carlos to help me get through his death, but apparently that wasn’t the case. As thoughts continued to swarm around in my head, Tanya placed Carlie in my arms. I just stared at her.

  “Okay, I’ll give you some privacy. Buzz if you need me,” she said then walked off.

  “How didn’t I notice the exact resemblance you shared with Rich, Carlie? I should’ve known it. Look at your eyes. They’re light brown just like his,” I said to her as I continued to stare.

  There was a blank emptiness inside my heart. I felt as if it had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I didn’t know how to feel anymore. As my mind raced, I felt confused and alone.

  Either it was time to nurse Carlie, or she felt my vibe because she started to cry. With my addiction being the cause of Carlie fighting for her life, I knew that me doing a line not even two hours ago was a bad idea, but I had to play it calm to make sure no one found out. Before someone got suspicious, I placed my nipple in her mouth and she finally latched on.

  As I fed her, I thought about court. Even though the judge had awarded me pretty much all of Rich’s assets, I was still down. Now I had money and really didn’t need Juan or anyone else to take care of me, but here I was stuck with a sickly newborn baby by a man that I hated. Not paying any attention, I was interrupted by Tanya who quickly walked over to me like something was wrong.

  “Ms. Sanchez, your nipple is covering her nose, the baby’s choking.”

  My eyes widened as I pulled my breast out. “Oh my goodness Tanya, I didn’t even realize it. Thank you so much.” What scared me was the fact that I’d faked my reaction. Did I try to suffocate Carlie on purpose, I thought.

  “You have to be careful, if her breathing tube comes completely out of her nose. She could lose oxygen, and that definitely could be fatal.”

  “Yes, I understand. Thanks again.”

  “No problem, she seems fine. The reason I came back was to let you know that you both have visitors.”

  I had no idea who that could be. Thinking it might be Juan and one of his random chicks, I nodded my head. “Okay, you can let them in.”

  However, as soon as the door opened, I noticed it was the last two people on earth that I wanted to see. Rich and Marisol.

  “What the fuck are y’all doing here?” I asked.

  Rich knew just how to push my buttons. se’s presence irritated me as she waltzed her ass in the room all dolled up like she was on her way to some type of major event.

  “Bitch, don’t start wit’ me. You heard the judge. I came to see my daughter,” Rich said.

  “Oh, so now you care that quickly? You just called my daughter all types of crack babies and wished her the worst. Now you wanna run up here and act like you some type of caring father. And you got the nerve to bring her in here? Both of y’all get the fuck out!”

  “Lisa, what’s your deal? I don’t know who you’ve become. I’m here for support and here you are coming at me as if I’ve done something to you. I lost my husband and you haven’t even been there for me. But I call myself being the bigger person coming to see you and the baby for moral support,” Marisol replied with much attitude.

  “Marisol, you’re not the only one who lost Carlos, we all did. Stop playing the victim,” I shot back.

  “Rich, I’m about to leave before I fuck her up. It’s but so much I’m going to take,” Marisol said with an evil scowl.

  “Marisol, you know she’s a little fucked up in the head. Now you see what I’ve been tellin’ you all this time. Now you see what type of bitch you’ve been defendin’ all these years,” Rich told her before he looked back at me. “Let me hold my daughter.” He walked toward me, but I quickly threw up my hand.

  “Get the fuck back. I asked both of you to leave. Should I call security?”

  “Is everything okay in here, Ms. Sanchez? There can’t be any loud talking or noise in the hospital, let alone in the NICU. If you all don’t keep your voices down, I’m gonna have to ask you all to leave,” Tanya said in a very stern tone.

  I patted Carlie’s back. “I asked them to leave, but they won’t go.”

  “Well, if you need me to call security I can but…” Tanya tried to say.

  “Hold on, Miss. What are the rights here for fathers? That’s my daughter and I have a court order that states I’m able to visit my daughter. She cannot make me leave,” Rich interrupted.

  Tanya cleared her throat. “Listen, I don’t want to be involved in your family issues. All I ask is that you respect the rest of the parents and their children, that’s all.”

  “Okay, we will,” Rich said as Tanya left.

  At that moment, Carlie starting crying. “See, you made her upset,” I said, patting her back even more.

  “Rich, let’s just go. You both have been through a lot today. Maybe it was too soon for you to come,” Marisol suggested.

  “h, listen to your girl,” I added.

  “Alright, let’s roll.” Rich turned to me. “Bitch, I’m gonna get my daughter away from your ass one way or the other. You won’t ever raise this one,” he said as him and Marisol left.

  I was so upset, but just kept rocking to calm Carlie down. I didn’t understand how Rich could parade Marisol in here as if he wasn’t the reason why she was mourning right now. He had some nerve. Fuck them both, I thought as my rocking increased. They had me so irritated at that point and ready to go. After buzzing the nurse so she could take Carlie back to the NICU, I was ready to leave. Usually, I felt bad when I had to leave my daughter, but this time was different. She was no longer my love child that I’d conceived with Carlos. She was a reminder of the night Rich made me relive being taken advantage of. She was a reminder of all the things that were wrong in my life starting with Rich. I needed to figure out my emotions. I needed a way out.

  Chapter Seventeen

  RICH

  That bitch Lisa had to go. She’d already been awarded most of my shit in court, and now that slut was tryin’ to keep me away from my daughter. Even though I was still in shock from when the judge announced Carlie was mine, there was no way I was gonna let that coke sniffin’ bitch raise her. Lisa had beaten me at my own game. When I thought I was exposin’ that cheatin’ whore, it all backfired in my face. Now, I had to find a way to get my life back…startin’ wit’ Carlie. I just needed to prove that she was a coke head, which wasn’t going to be hard. Hopefully after that, the judge would reverse the order.

  I knew I should’ve killed Lisa’s ass when we were in the warehouse, I thought. Never again would I spare another bitch’s life based on sexual emotions or love. I banged my fist on the steerin’ wheel as thoughts of Lisa and my money situation continued to dance around in my head. Now that my money had dried up so fast, I needed a quick come up. Especially since Uncle Renzo hadn’t been fuckin’ wit’ me. The fact that he was gonna rely on Marisol to feed these streets instead of me, really had me fucked up. I really needed to make a way to come out on top and get my bread back.

  Marisol and I rode in silence for about fifteen minutes when suddenly I felt her hand on mine.

  “Rich, everything is gonna work it’s self out,” she assured.

  “Man that sounds good, but Lisa knows that I have a problem wit’ anybody who fucks wit’ my money or my kids. She already messed me up wit’ Denie.” I knew I’d fucked up when that slipped out, because Marisol loved Denie as if she was her own. I knew she would want to know why I’d made that comment.

  “So, Rich, what really happened between you, Lisa, and Denie? Why do
I feel like it’s more to the story than you’re leading me to believe? You just said she fucked you up with Denie. What do you mean by that?”

  I sighed. “She always used to talk bad about me in front of my daughter and now Denie thinks that I’m a fucked up person.”

  “Where the hell is Denie?”

  There was a deep concern in her eyes like she wanted answers. Marisol wasn’t the kind of woman that you could tell anything to, so I knew I wasn’t gonna be able to just blow her off. She was a boss bitch that went hard and demanded respect. Not to mention, she really loved Denie and genuinely always cared about her.

  When we pulled up to my house, I looked over at Marisol who had her arms folded like a five year old child that wanted to stay up late on a school night.

  “Look Marisol, Denie is just being a rebellious teenager. She’s mad that I don’t approve of her boyfriend. So she left to be wit’ him.”

  “So, you just let her leave…just like that.”

  I shook my head. “Not exactly. One day I came home and she was gone.”

  Marisol stared at me for a few seconds. “Why the hell are you acting so calm? I mean, aren’t you worried about her?”

  “Of course I am. I just don’t wanna push her away even further, so I thought I would give her time to cool down.”

  “Cool down? About what?”

  I shook my head again. “Look, it’s a long story.”

  “What was wrong with her boyfriend? Why didn’t you approve of him?”

  “He used to work for me and I didn’t know they were messin’ around. I’ve seen him do a lot of shit and I just didn’t want that for Denie’s life.”

  Marisol finally lightened up a little bit. “I can understand that, but what I don’t understand is how Lisa fits into all that. I mean Lisa talking shit about you in front of Denie has always been the norm, so what did she do? Rich, I can tell you’re hiding something from me and I wanna know what it is!”

  Marisol was hip and it was hard tryin’ to fool her. I really needed to change the subject fast.

  “Come on Marisol, just let it go. I’m not in the mood to discuss Denie. Today has been hell. How about we just go in the house, I need a drink.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. How about you get some rest and I fix you dinner? We can chill over some champagne like old times. Well, I guess minus Lisa and Carlos.”

  “Man, see that’s why I love you. That sounds like a plan. I need a nap, and I havenpݙt had a home cooked meal in a long time. What would I do without you?”

  “Who knows what we would do without each other. This year has been crazy for both of us, but we need to help each other.”

  All I could think about was, you’re gonna help me, but you just don’t know it yet. She was my ticket to gettin’ back on top and I had the plan that would have her beggin’ me to be her partner.

  When we walked in the house, it was cold as hell. I turned on the heat and then started the fireplace in the livin’ room just in case Marisol wanted to chill in there. Makin’ my way up stairs, I was ready to hop in the shower and get some much needed rest. As I got undressed my knee began to bother me. Ever since the car accident back in the day, I dealt wit’ ongoin’ pain, but since I had gotten shot, it was even worse. I decided that it was best that I chilled in the hot tub.

  After fillin’ up the tub and turnin’ on the jets, I got in and immediately laid my head back. A minute hadn’t even gone by before I started thinkin’ about different ways to get my money right. My plan was to get Marisol to supply me and let me run my old territories again without lettin’ Uncle Renzo know. I had a goal to gain Marisol’s trust so we could eventually become partners. Then I could get her out of the picture all together and take over.

  A smile crept over my face as I thought about bein’ the top dog without anybody in my way. Hell maybe she can help me get rid of Uncle Renzo first, I thought. I knew that wit’ him being around, there was no way I was gonna succeed wit’ my plan. It was best that I take everybody out one by one.

  After sittin’ in the tub for almost an hour, I got out and put on a t-shirt and some Polo pajama pants when suddenly the smoke detector went off.

  “Oh shit!” I yelled before runnin’ downstairs to see what was goin’ on.

  When I ran into the kitchen, Marisol was fannin’ a broom back and forth in front of the detector ‘til finally it stopped.

  “What the hell is goin’ on?” I asked.

  “Nothing I can’t handle. It just got a little smoky.”

  “Well, I know you’ve said before that you can burn, but damn did you mean the house?” I laughed.

  “Shut up. I thought you were taking a nap anyway. I’m not done yet.”

  “I was about to take one right before you decided to burn the house down.”

  “Whatever, Rich! I bet you’re still gonna eat. Besides, my crab cakes are the bomb. I bet none of your bitches can touch me in the kitchen, and you know I’m hip to a couple of them…Lisa included.”

  “Lisa can cook,” I said, defendi’ her without even realizin’.

  “That’s not what Carlos said. He said her food was just okay. Taste this macaroni and cheese.”

  That shit pissed me off to hear Los and Lisa’s name in the same sentence. When Marisol fed me a fork full of cheesy macaroni and cheese, I had to admit it was actually good. I was surprised.

  “Not bad Miss Marisol, not bad at all. I’m impressed.”

  “Told you!” she said overly excited.

  Marisol was a kid at heart under all that toughness, and that’s what Carlos loved about her. She could be tough when he needed her to handle business in the streets, but could also be silly at times. He was really lucky to have her and always felt that they were perfect together. However, the whole time I envied what they had, he was fuckin’ my wife behind my back.

  Makin’ my way back in the livin’ room, I decided to lay on the floor in front of the fireplace and pop a bottle of Ace. A glass of champagne I was sure would ease my nerves and help get my mind right. In order for the night to go as I planned, I poured Marisol a glass of champagne and dropped a Roofie in her glass. She was a lush when it came to champagne, so I knew my plan would work.

  “Ooh, I heard a bottle pop,” Marisol said, comin’ in the room wit’ my plate.

  Baked crab cakes, mac and cheese, greens, and cornbread. Either I was very hungry or the shit looked as if my man G. Garvin cooked it himself.

  “Damn Marisol, I didn’t know you could lay it down in the kitchen like this.”

  “I try, I try,” she said wit’ a smile.

  As Marisol handed me the plate, I gave her the glass of champagne, makin’ sure she had the right glass.

  “Don’t drink too much. You know how you can’t hold your liquor.”

  Marisol sucked her teeth. “Please. I’m a heavy weight mister.”

  “Yeah right.”

  “I am.” She gulped down her first glass as if she had something to prove.

  Four glasses later, Marisol was beyond tipsy and laid on the floor tryin’ to act as if she had it all together. But the more she talked, the more her words slurred. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would be all over me…beggin’ for the dick.

  “You’re twisted already off of four glasses,” I teased as she got up to take our plates into the kitchen.

  “No I’m not. I’m good,” she said stumblin’.

  “No, you’re not. Sit down. I’ll get these,” I replied before takin’ the plates out of her hand.

  Lookin’ around the messy kitchen that Marisol had left behind, I placed the plates in the dishwasher, then wiped the counter and stove before realizin’ it was completely silent in the livin’ room. I thought Marisol had passed out ‘til I suddenly heard my old-school slow jam CD playin’.

  Yeah, this shit is workin’ out exactly as planned, I thought to myself. I was ready to cash in, and loved the thought of Carlos’ spirit watchin’ me as I planned to fuck his wife. Pay back is a bitc
h nigga.

  Dryin’ my hands, I came back to the livin’ room to find Marisol dressed in nothin’ but a hot pink, lace thong set. Her breasts were at least a 36D. And even though I was an ass man, I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her body was gorgeous.

  “Marisol, what are you doin’?” I asked, tryin’ to play it off.

  “Don’t act like you don’t want this. I see your man poking out of your pajama pants.”

  Lookin’ down, I saw that my dick was completely at attention. But after starin’ at her body that looked like it belonged to a twenty-year old, I couldn’t help it. By the time Adore by Prince came on, that was all she needed. Marisol started to do a striptease as she made her way down to the floor and landed in a split. As she moved her body back and forth like a snake, her long, cinnamon colored hair swayed from left to right.

  As my dick began to throb, I could no longer contain myself. Walkin’ over to her, I quickly pushed Marisol onto her back. Her thong had bows on each side that I decided to untie. But before I could finish the other side, she forcefully sat up and decided to pull my pants down so I could fuck her in her mouth.

  “Come on Rich, I want you to cum for me. I want to drink your babies,” she said, pullin’ out my dick.

  It didn’t take long before she placed my tool in her warm mouth then started to move her head back and forth. I could tell she was a pro by the way she worked her tongue. Not to mention, she didn’t let her teeth scrape up against my dick.

  “Aahh shit, that’s right. Suck that dick,” I said.

  “You like it baby. You like this deep throat,” Marisol moaned in between slurps.

  I was just about to answer when I suddenly pulled out.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I don’t want you to regret this tomorrow. Do you really want this or is it just the drinks?” My plan was to play it off as if this was all a mistake.

  “Does it fucking matter? You got a wet pussy sitting right here and you’re questioning if you want to be inside of it. I need to be fucked Rich and I need it now! You gonna make me go get my gun and make you fuck me.”

 

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