by Miss KP
There was no way I was about to be fucked at all. “Just kill me,” I responded.
“I didn’t give you that option yet,” Uncle Renzo responded.
“I want some of that sweet ass,” Pablo chimed in. He barely knew how to speak English.
“No! Don’t do this!” I yelled right before my boxers were ripped off.
Before I could say another word, Pablo rammed his dick in my ass so hard, I was ready to die instantly. I yelled as loud as I could, hoping someone would hear me as Pablo fucked me like a virgin. I felt completely violated.
Moments later, Uncle Renzo put the gun to my head with the silencer attached and asked, “Any last words son?”
“Fuck you, nigga. In a matter of seconds the FBI will be up here and your ass is going down regardless, if I’m dead or alive.”
“Well, how about I take that chance,” he responded just before the room went dark.
Chapter Twenty-Six
LISA
My life was a complete mess. I just didn’t know what to do at this point to get back on track. I’d been calling Cornell since Miami, and each time he sent me straight to voicemail. With me and Juan still not speaking, now I really didn’t have anyone to talk to. Hopefully the appointment with my stylist Jermaine would lift my spirits.
When I walked into the shop, it was eleven o’clock and the salon was already busy. Looking around, I noticed that his assistant Kelli, washing somebody’s hair, but Jermaine was nowhere in sight.
“Kelli, where’s Jermaine?” I inquired.
“Girl, he’s on his way. How have you been? I haven’t seen you around in a while.”
“I’ve been okay. How long is he gonna be because I rushed up here so I wouldn’t have to hear his mouth.”
“He should be here…”
Before she could even finish, Jermaine walked in and greeted everyone looking fabulous as usual. I always loved his creative style of dressing.
“You know you were about to get it,” I said as he walked up to me and looked at his watch.
“Wow, Miss Lisa. It’s 11:05. You’re on time for a change.”
I gave him a playful push. “Shut up.”
“Come on, girl. Let me see what we need to do with this hair,” Jermaine replied.
“As long as it’s not a weave, you can do whatever. The last time I got that, all types of shit happened in my life.”
Jermaine smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. “Well, you’re definitely gonna need a trim. Let’s go to my private room because you look like you need to talk.”
When we went to the back of the salon where he did several celebrity’s hair, he got right to work.
“So, what’s going on sista?” Jermaine asked, before he pulled out his shears.
“Jermaine, my life is a mess. Where should I begin?”
I was usually a private person, but for some reason I trusted Jermaine. I knew that I could tell him anything without it being repeated and more importantly without being judged. It didn’t take long before I laid it all out for him. From the death of Carlie, to the divorce, my fight with Juan, and the situation between me and Cornell, I was an open book. As usual, Jermaine was a true friend and just listened.
“Lisa, this is what you have to remember. God don’t make no mistakes. You have to remember prayer cures all.”
“I know, but I’ve been feeling like I just want to give up.”
“You can’t. Look at all I’ve been through in my life. Do you see me giving up? No, I keep pushing.”
“You always know how to make me feel better.”
“That’s what friends are for,” he sung in his best Dionne Warrick impression. “You need to call Juan. That situation has gone on long enough. Someone has to be the bigger person.”
“I don’t know. That fight was pretty bad.”
“Lisa stop being so damn stubborn and call him.”
“I’ll call.”
“You’re not leaving this shop until you call him. That’s your son.”
“Okay, Jermaine, damn.”
As I reached down in my purse to get my phone, I had to admit…Jermaine waright. The situation had gone on long enough. Besides, I missed hearing Juan’s voice anyway.
Scrolling through my I-phone, I stopped on Juan’s name then touched it. As the phone started ringing, I made a promise to myself that I would never go this long without speaking to my son again. When the call went to voicemail, I called back a second time and that’s when a strange voice answered.
“Hello.”
“Umm, may I speak to Juan?”
“May I ask whom I’m speaking with?”
“This is his mother. Who is this?”
“Ma’am this is Agent Patterson. We were hoping that someone would call his phone.”
“Why, what’s wrong? Is my son in jail? What’s going on and why do you have his phone?”
“Well ma’am we hate to inform you, but Juan was murdered early this morning at a hotel in Los Angeles.”
Instantly, I felt flushed. “No, you must have the wrong person. Juan didn’t go to Los Angeles.”
“I’m afraid he did, Mrs. Sanchez. Juan was working as an informant for our office and unfortunately things went wrong. We weren’t able to get to him in time because he took off his wire. Now, I actually just landed back in DC right before you called. I would love to stop by your house to give you more…”
I cut him off. “Sir, you must be mistaken. My son isn’t a snitch. Please stop playing games.”
“Ma’am we have Lorenzo Sanchez, Pablo Galan, and Armondo Galan in custody right now in connection with his death.”
It felt like my heart stopped. At that moment, something told me that this man wasn’t lying. I covered my mouth with my hands as tears welled up in my eyes. “Oh my, no, please no. Don’t tell me this.” I dropped my phone, fell to the floor and screamed to the top of my lungs.
“What’s wrong?” Jermaine asked as he tried to console me.
“Oh my God! Noooooo!” I continued to scream. By now, Kelli had made her way into the room.
“What’s wrong?” she said.
“I don’t know,” Jermaine replied. “Lisa, tell me what happened. Is it Juan?”
“Jermaine call Rich right now,” I managed to say.
I couldn’t fix my mouth to say the words. My son was all I had, all I ever had and there was no way I could live with him being dead. No matter what my son did, there was no reason for Lorenzo to kill him. After Jermaine called Rich, he took off my cape then walked me outside and sat with me until Rich got there.
“Lisa…please tell me what happened.”
I shook my head bak and forth. “I can’t believe this.”
Jermaine continued to pry until Rich arrived, about twenty minutes later.
“What’s goin’ on Lisa?” Rich questioned as he jumped out of the car. “This shit better be good. You know I don’t fuck wit’ you like that anymore. I started to not even come.”
“Rich! Oh my God!” I cried out as I held his chest.
“Man, what the fuck is wrong wit’ her, Jermaine? Is she high?”
“No, she’s not high? She was on the phone and got some bad news about your son.”
Rich turned to me. “Lisa, talk to me. What happened to Juan?”
“Juan is dead Rich, he’s dead!”
Both Rich and Jermaine’s eyes lit up.
“What the fuck do you mean he’s dead?” Rich questioned.
“Renzo killed him.”
“What?” Rich yelled.
“When I called Juan’s phone, some FBI agent answered and said that Juan was an informant. He said that Renzo killed him before he could get there.”
I could see the pain in Rich’s eyes as he told me to get in the car so he could drive me home. I’m sure he didn’t want to get emotional in front of me, but he probably thought Jermaine had heard enough of our family business. However, that’s far from the way I felt. I sobbed uncontrollably as Rich made his way t
o my house. With Juan gone I had nothing else to live for. Everyone who I ever cared for was now dead, so what the fuck was the point in living anymore?
“Who the fuck is this?” Rich asked out loud when he pulled up in the driveway.
He hadn’t even turned off the car good before a strange white man with freckles, made his way toward us.
“Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez, I’m Agent Patterson. Mrs. Sanchez, I’m the one who you just spoke with.”
As Rich and I got out the car, Rich didn’t waste any time going off.
“Where the fuck is my son’s phone?”
Agent Patterson stared at Rich a few seconds. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to keep it for a few days before I give it back. Just in case Juan had any correspondence with Lorenzo, I’ll need that for evidence.”
“So, what do you want?” Rich asked in an irritated tone.
“First off, I would like to say that I’m sorry for your loss,” Agent Patterson stated.
“You don’t have to apologize for my son being dead because if you gave a fuck he would be here right now. All the fuck you pigs ever care about is solvin’ your case!” Rich yelled.
“Now, Mr. Sanchez, your son has been an informant since he was released from prison last year. It was his choice to try and take Lorenzo Sanchez down. The good thing is, now Lorenzo is off the streets and can’t hurt any of you.”
Agent Patterson looked at me like he wanted a reply, but I was too distraught to say anything.
“Is that your way of sayin’ you’re sorry? That’s your way of apologizin’ for my son’s death? Was my son’s life worth your deal? You know what…get the fuck off my property!” Rich shouted.
“As you wish, Mr. Sanchez. But before I go, I think you should know that your son spared you for your Uncle. If that makes you feel any better.”
Rich looked like he wanted to hit the agent so bad, it hurt. “Get the fuck off my property, now!”
As I watched Agent Patterson make his way back to the car, I still couldn’t believe that my son was gone. Life was not only unfair…it was fucked up.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
RICH
Why now? Now that I’d repaired years of damage to me and my son’s relationship, he was gone. I felt guilty. I knew I should’ve been there to protect him. I knew it was my fault that he’d gotten into drugs in the first place. None of this would’ve happened if I hadn’t been such a fucked up father. Now, it was too late to tell him that I loved him. To tell him how proud I was of the man he’d become. It hurt like hell to know that Juan had turned out to be an informant, but I had to look on the bright side. At least Uncle Renzo was locked up and not me.
The love I had for Lisa had vanished some time ago, but I never could’ve left her in the state she was in. I put our differences aside and watched as she cried nonstop for hours. Even though I had to get to Marisol to see what her involvement was, I couldn’t leave Lisa by herself. She was so fragile that I was almost positive that she would hurt herself. After debatin’ what I should do, I decided to give her a couple of sleepin’ pills so she could rest until I made it back.
When she finally fell asleep, the rage instantly took over my body. If I couldn’t make Uncle Renzo pay, then I would get him where it would surely hurt…through Marisol. I knew I’d fucked up by not killin’ that nigga when I had the chance.
Once I left Lisa’s house, I got in my truck, but strangely couldn’t pull off. My emotions obviously had finally gotten the best of me and I couldn’t pull off without lettin’ out a huge scream. Tears ran down my face as I banged on the steering wheel several times. Holdin’ my head in my hands, I thought hard. How could my son be an informant? Then it dawned on me. When he was in jail, Lisa went through a lot so Juan probably felt that he needed to be home wit’ her. He hated me that much that he was willin’ to send me to jail in exchange for his freedom. But why didn’t he? He could’ve told on me about Carlos, and about me killin’ Jade, but never did. I couldn’t help but wonder why.
So, how did he spare me, I thought. Why did the Agent say that?
I had so many questions for Juan, but he was no longer here to answer them. Then a light bulb went off. Hold up, that connect. He was adamant about me not meetin’ up wit’ him that day. Maybe he was a Fed. Maybe Juan felt as if he owed me for that whole Kwame and Kyle situation.
I reached in my glove compartment and pulled out some tissues to wipe my tears. My pain had turned back into rage as I thought about Uncle Renzo and Marisol. She had to know about Juan because any other time she would’ve called my phone a million times by now. After finally pullin’ off, I headed straight to Potomac, Maryland. I was ready to get to the bottom of all of this. Even if it meant lettin’ Marisol meet her maker.
Ridin’ on the beltway, I turned on my radio and put my Sade CD in. I needed somethin’ smooth to listen to, so I could calm my nerves. Although my anger was out of control, I still had to be smart wit’ my actions. Wit’ Juan bein’ an informant, the FBI still could’ve been after me or maybe even watchin’ . I’m sure they knew by now her connection wit’ Uncle Renzo. I had to make sure I was smart wit’ how I approached the situation. I wasn’t tryin’ to give those pigs a reason to come and pick me up.
Finally arrivin’ at Marisol’s house fifteen minutes later, I pulled up to the gate and punched in the code. The dumb bitch hasn’t changed the code yet, I thought to myself. As I drove up to the house, I collected my thoughts to make sure I didn’t do somethin’ stupid. Especially if I got the feelin’ that the bitch was lyin’. After placin’ my gun in my waist, I used the spare key Marisol had recently given me to go inside. As soon as I walked in, Marisol’s daughter, Carmen ran up and hugged me.
“Uncle Ritchie! Uncle Ritchie!” the six year old yelled. She was so excited.
Ever since me and Marisol started sleepin’ together, I’d seen more and more of the kids. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Where’s your mom?”
“She’s in Mia’s room giving her medicine.”
When I walked in the room, Marisol looked up at me wit’ surprise. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been cryin’. As she administered Mia’s medication, my heart sank. She looked so weak.
“We went to the doctor yesterday. They think Mia’s leukemia is back,” Marisol informed. “They’re running more tests, but they seem certain.”
Even though I felt her pain, I couldn’t let that interfere wit’ what I was there for. At least she still had her daughter. My son was dead.
“So, you don’t know,” I said in a dry tone.
“Know what?”
“Are you gonna play stupid wit’ me or are you gonna be a woman and tell me what your involvement was? You always act like you this go hard bitch. Now, you gonna act like you don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on.”
Marisol looked at me like I was insane. “Are you gonna be that disrespectful and speak to me like that in front of my daughters? How dare you?”
Even though Carmen was on the floor playin’ wit’ her doll, I’m sure she was still listenin’.
“Well, get your nanny up here right now because we got some real shit to discuss!”
I walked out of the room and went back downstairs. A few minutes later, Marisol ran down like she had a bone to pick. We ended up in the foyer by the front door.
“Rich, what the fuck is your problem?” She had her hands on her hips.
“No bitch, what the fuck is your problem?” I shot back.
“Is this a conversation that needs to happen outside? I don’t like the way you’re disrespecting me in my own house.”
“Did you give a fuck about my son? You set him up! I can see it in your eyes.”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Spill it out because I don’t have the patience for this back and forth bullshit, I have a sick child upstairs that needs my attention.”
“Juan is dead, and you killed him! Bitch you fed my son to the wolves.”
Maris
ol paused for a few seconds. “What? I just talked to him yesterday. What do you mean he’s dead?”
“You let Uncle Renzo talk you in to sendin’ him to California so they could kill him! Were you just fuckin’ me so I could let my guard down and trust you?” I felt like a fool. Here I was tryin’ to play her and she was playin’ me all along.
She sat on the bottom step in complete shock. “Oh my God. He used me. Lorenzo used me. Is that what you’re telling me?”
“Oh, you’re good. Now, you’re gonna fake as if you didn’t have any idea about what was goin’ on.” I walked up to her. “I should fuck you up right here.”
Marisol jumped up. “Why would I want Juan dead? That’s stupid. Hell…what didhe do to make Lorenzo want to kill him?”
“Bitch, stop actin’ dumb!”
At that moment, my anger could no longer be controlled and I smacked the shit out of her. I couldn’t stop beatin’ her after that. As I kicked and stomped her, the nanny ran downstairs to let me know that she would call the police if I didn’t leave.
Marisol managed to wave her hands. “No, Audrey. Go back upstairs. Go be with Mia.”
“But…” Audrey tried to say.
“Go!” Marisol replied, before the nanny did as she was told.
She looked defeated and that was somethin’ I’d never seen before. She had a look of guilt about somethin’ else that had nothin’ to do wit’ Juan, to allow me to beat her that way. Honestly, in a way I believed that she didn’t know anything about Juan’s death, but I needed to take his passin’ out on somebody. If Uncle Renzo wanted Juan dead, it would’ve been done regardless if she knew or not. I just felt betrayed and at that point Marisol was the closest to Uncle Renzo I could get.
“Rich, I would never hurt you. I always loved you when I couldn’t have you,” Marisol said crawlin’ on the floor. She held onto her side. “Do you know what I sacrificed for you in my life? I always loved Carlos, but there was something about you that I always wanted. I always saw a side of you that no one else saw…”
