by Zi'ere
107
“Pain took my heart and put it through a shredder. He got physical with me. He raped me. He married me and finished fucking the rest of the women in Arizona.”
Broderick holds his head down.
“Here you come to save the day but you strong arm and I know a possessive man when I see one.” I am steady getting ready to make my move.
“I told you a long time ago not to trust anyone, even me. Didn’t I tell you that, Kam?”
“Yeah, you told me that.”
“But you are so smart that you forgot the lecture.”
“I promise you I didn’t forget a damn thing that you said.”
He chuckles.
“Then you bring this hoe into my house, talking about she is going to be taking care of my babies? The babies that I have carried for nine months? I doubt if her illiterate ass has a high school diploma. But, she’s your choice . . . Your love, your soul mate, the one that you will do anything for.
Okay, I have over twenty million at my disposal right now. I have the home of my dreams. I have allowed my children’s father to be the only one feeding them. They need to know him. But I’m stupid? You think that when Ant came to get Khloe’s DNA swab, that you had won. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
Before Broderick holds his head up to face me again, I shoot him in the top of his head. I am thankful that he isn’t completely inside of the nursery. I have no desire to clean up blood in my baby’s bedroom. In another second, I pop Sanye in between her eyes.
She then falls back on top of the man that she loved, who apparently loved her just as much in return. I hop over their bodies to run into my bedroom to get my phones. When I get back to watch my babies, Broderick is moving and making a weird noise. I shoot him in the heart and the noise immediately stops.
“Montrez, I need you at my house right now! I got two big snakes in my home and they’ve made a mess coming out of their skin.”
He tells me that he will be at my house in twenty minutes. Thank God it is a Sunday afternoon. When he pulls up he has a beautiful woman with him that he introduces as his business associate.
Her name is Ebony and she looks as if she takes care of major shit and doesn’t play games about it. She was carrying a bucket filled with cleaning solutions and sponges. I lead them up the stairs to the bodies that I have knocked down.
“Damn Kamille, you killed your husband? Ya’ll haven’t even been married a month!”
“I’m not in the mood for this shit, didn’t you kill your wife too! I killed that muthafucka for the same reason that you killed yours! Gone bring this half bred ass winch in my house talking about they are taking my babies. I was just released from the hospital today.”
“Oh, before I get dirty can I see your baby?” Ebony asks genuinely.
I smile. “There are actually three babies.”
She marvels at my new gifts, while Montrez figures out the best way to get the two bodies out of my home.
I go back to the door.
“How much is this going to cost me?”
“You owe Ebony two hundred thousand dollars if you want to cash in on Broderick’s insurance policies.”
“Yes, I definitely want to do that!”
I will be right back. I go downstairs to my office. In the safe in the floor, I grab the money that was going to yield quadruple the net worth of my late husband. In no time at all, Montrez has the bodies wrapped in a dark colored plastic wraps. Just as quick as he works, his partner is doing the same.
By the time that she gets off of her knees, the hallway looks as if nothing has ever happened at all. I am a nervous wreck but this shit had to be done. I hand the beautiful woman her fee for not even an hour’s worth of work. I am unsure how she is linked to the good doctor but the woman is definitely worth her fees.
No matter how many times that I offer to help, she and Montrez both advise me not to touch anything, not even the plastic covering. I let them out of the back door as my doorbell starts ringing at the front. Montrez gives me a hug and is gone off into the night.
Stymy and that bitch tried to slick like they are the got damn makers of oil! It ain’t no fun when the rabbit has the gun . . . Now is it muthafucka? Coming in my space to strip me down…naw, Kam was done with that shit a long time ago!
I am in no hurry to get to the door because I know exactly who it is.
“Damn! What took you so long to get to the door?”
“Hello to your yellow ass too!”
“My bad, my fault. Where’s that muthafucka at?”
“I’m not sure. He left and he’s not answering his phone. But I am glad that you are here. I need you to go to the store for me.”
“Kam this mufu is talking about stopping your fucking clock and you are talking about going to the damn grocery store?”
I want to laugh but I can’t.
“Whatever he has plans to do, he hasn’t done it yet and I need things from the store. So are you going to do it or do I need to call someone else?”
“Shit, you ain’t worried about shit, so I’d look like a female right now, spazzing the fuck out! Make me a damn list!”
I follow him to the kitchen and then I watch him, as he grabs a bottle of water from the fridge. I hear the babies stirring upstairs on the monitor that I still have attached to my waist. Without a word, we both run upstairs.
The boys are awake but Khloe is still getting her beauty sleep. I wake her up first before I tend to my son’s needs. I need to get their sleep patterns on track with the rest of the world. Her daddy changes her diaper, as she waits on her turn to get fed.
As I am nursing, I spit out a list for Ant to make. He’s gone a few minutes later without being told twice like the good man that he is. I smile.
108
I sat back and I allowed Stymy to be himself. Every single person that he felt was a threat to his plan was taken out the game one by one. I no longer had another enemy in life. I have a healthy relationship with my father for the first time ever. I have three beautiful babies, who love me more than anything that I’ve ever felt before. Ant and I make a good set of parents who kept our children’s best interest at heart.
Call me paranoid but I am leery about sharing a space with him. There is not talk of a marriage or anything resembling a committed relationship. He brings it up and I shut it down. What we have is special, it always has been, and I don’t want it to change for anything in the world.
It’s been six months and I haven’t left the house since the day that I came home with the babies. Whatever shopping has to be done, Ant or the chef does it. I have Montrez coming to the house weekly to do counseling sessions with me, even though I now have the same degrees that he has in psychology.
I find out in one session that Stymy killed NaNa because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was in the car with Jai that day. They’d actually had to get Jai’s truck from her house to place her in it at the scene on the side of the road. I am sick to my stomach and hurt. There is no doubt in my mind that she knew that Jai was fucking Pain.
She knew all of her best friends business. I am hurt because I thought that NaNa was my friend as well, yet she never said a word. I am sure that she was fit to be tied and didn’t really know what to do. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be murdered.
All of the pain, rain, storms, and lightening have left me unable to trust anyone. At some point, I am going to have to allow my children to go out in public with their dad especially since we are not in a relationship…that shit drives me to sleepless nights.
I think about setting Ant up with Ebony, since she has come to know the babies. She comes to the house regularly now. Only in my life, would I grow to like a serial killing female. Just like Montrez advised, she is a sweet person. But he did stop me dead in my tracks to read me my rights. Ebony is to be his wife. He doesn’t appreciate the thought of me playing match maker with her. I smile because he was never that territorial over Ivy, his deceased wife.
Look
ing back, the game doesn’t owe Kamille Foster- Adams a damn thing.
Yes, you damn right I kept my last name! It was my children’s last name and it would have raised eyebrows for me to have changed it. I do not have time or room for missteps.
Two days after the murders, the sheriff’s department are on my welcome mat to inform me that my husband was involved in a murder suicide with his ex-girlfriend. My tears are that of a happy nature because Ebony has done exactly what Montrez said that she would.
I had Broderick cremated as soon as the medical examiner released his body. I saved about a teaspoon of his ashes to put in a beautiful urn in the living room, which no one is allowed to rest in. The rest are emptied at the house that Pain and Tiffani shared and lost their lives in.
I started out living paycheck to paycheck, in a tiny apartment. Back then, I wasn’t sure when my next meal was going to be. I was bumped up to paying bills before they were due. Lost a child but now I have moved up to having millions at my disposal.
I now hold a PhD. Regardless to if I didn’t get to keep Stymy’s millions from the gate, I can make my own money now. After Montrez left with Broderick and Sanye’s bodies, I went into the new safe built in the basement for the first time that we’d been in the house.
There is too much money for one person to count. My great-grandchildren won’t have a care in the world. I have checks sent in from the policies that my husband has gotten on his own when he found out that I was pregnant. In addition, I have the policies that I’d taken out on him.
I seriously downplayed the amount of money that I had with Ant. Love and pain makes people do some bad things. In no way am I going to set myself up for another set up over the root of all evil: money.
Every bill that he produced to contribute to his children is in turn given back to him with the impression that I need it for one particular thing or another. He will forever think that I need him to be ok financially. There isn’t an ignorant bone in my body anymore. To come out on top, a woman has to be all over everything that is going on around her.
Yes . . . Kamille is that woman. I watch my babies crawl around me and I wonder if the pain was worth it all. Looking around me, my mind is moving a mile a minute, processing all that I have been through. I have to admit my final thoughts to someone; yeah . . . I loved the pain because it raised me just like a good grandma would.
THE END
