by Deja King
"I bet you do, but remember, you gotta focus and hit them books."
"I know, and I will."
"Good. Let me get my keys and we're out."
When I pulled up to Maya's school she was eager to get out. "Thanks again, Precious, for the ride, the clothes, and letting me spend the night. Don't forget, you still owe me a girl's day."
"I haven't. I'll call you later on. Make sure you stay in school all day," I emphasized.
"I will. Just make sure you don't forget about me."
I stared at Maya strangely, finding it odd she would even say that. "How can I forget about you? We're like family now. No matter what goes down, we're like this," I told her, crossing my fingers to show that meant we were tight. "Now get in there and kick some ass-not literally. I mean them books." We both laughed and Maya shut the door.
Keeping to my plans for the day, I headed to midtown to pick up the contract from Jamal. To save me the headache of having to park, Jamal left a message letting me know to call up to his office, and he would have someone bring them down for me. I did just that, and within a few minutes I had the envelope in my hand. I opened it and saw that he gave me three copies. I briefly glanced through the paperwork, and without a doubt they looked legit. When I got to the last page of the contract, it had the line that required my signature to seal the deal.
Securing the contract (the most vital part needed for my plan to work), I then stopped at a spyware shop and got the final piece for my scheme. I ordered a custom-made wristwatch that could do up to nine hours of voice recording. If Mike did turn out to be Supreme's murderer, after I got him to admit it on tape I would end his life. I would have the tape edited so only Mike's confession would be heard, and then send it to the detective overseeing the investigation. I don't like fucking with cops, but I had to do something to guarantee that Nico was never charged with Supreme's murder.
Needing to relax my mind and body for my encounter with Mike later on that evening, I spent the rest of day at the spa getting pampered. I had to relax and mentally prepare myself for what might go down with Mike. He was a highly intelligent and dangerous man. I had to be on top of my game not to set off any red flags.
When I got into the passenger seat of my baby-blue Bentley, I was prepared and ready for war. I had my documents neatly folded in my purse. At the right moment, all I had to do was discreetly flip a switch, and my wristwatch would begin recording. And of course, I had my bitch with me. When and if it was time, she would be ready to lullaby Mike.
I slowly pulled up to his crib, keeping my nerves intact. Killing wasn't new to me, but for some reason I was a little on edge. I rang the doorbell, and within a few seconds Mike opened the door. He was looking extra fine in a pair of russet-colored pants with a cream cashmere V-neck sweater that fit perfectly on his 6'2" frame.
"You look stunning," he said, commenting on my winterwhite ensemble.
"Thanks, I was thinking the same thing about you." I walked inside and was impressed with the layout of Mike's home. "This is nice. I've never been to your house before."
"That's right. It's not as luxurious as the estate you live on, but it's cool for a single bachelor."
"I bet you've had plenty of women trying to turn this bachelor pad into a family home." I couldn't blame them. The decor was off the chain. The house was roughly three thousand square feet, with floors that seemed to be marble throughout. I was tempted to take off my shoes, but since Mike didn't ask I let my heels continue to click.
"I don't bring women here."
"Last time I checked I'm a woman."
"Let me rephrase that. I don't bring just any woman here, only the special ones."
"How many times have you used that line, and does it really work?" I was trying to give him a hard time, but I believed he was telling the truth. The first rule with any nigga that hustled on the streets was keep where you lay your head a secret, especially from bitches. You never knew if one would flip out on you and set you up so the next man could rob you.
"This is the first. So you tell me. Did it work?"
"I guess you'll know by the end of the night. But I do know something smells delicious. What did you cook?"
"See for yourself." He led me to the dinning room where a beautiful candlelit dinner awaited. The table was positioned in front of a huge glass window that had a view of the swimming pool. "I made a few dishes," he said. "Some taglionlini lobster, ravioli massala, osso buco, and papardelle."
"You weren't kidding when you said you can cook. I can't even pronounce some of that stuff. But the food smells off the hook, so let's eat."
For the next hour, Mike and I kicked around conversation about different topics, but nothing major.
Then he turned serious. "Having you here, sharing this dinner with you makes me realize how much I've been missing. I've spent the last few years working so hard that I had almost forgotten the importance of companionship, especially when it's with someone you're really feeling."
"I know what you mean. Since losing Supreme there has been a void in my life. But I wasn't ready to let go. Being in so much pain actually gave me a part of him to hold on to. But I know Supreme would want me to be happy and to find love again."
"Could you see yourself being in love with me?"
"Honestly, I could."
Mike stood up and walked over to a small stand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a long silver box and came back over to the table. "Open it," he said.
My eyes widened when I saw the flawless diamond necklace sparkling at me.
"Take that necklace off and let me put this on," Mike said, taking the necklace from the box.
"Wait, I have on the necklace Supreme gave me and I never take it off."
"You can take it off this one time. Please, wear it tonight and you can put the one Supreme gave you back on tomorrow."
"Okay." He unclasped Supreme's necklace and handed it to me. I held it tightly in my hand. I was in shock that Mike had given me such a pricey piece of jewelry even though we still weren't a couple.
"It looks beautiful on you."
"It's rare, but I'm at a loss for words. I can't believe you got this for me."
"You're the type of woman I could see myself being with. Giving you this necklace was a small way of showing you that."
"You're incredible. Not only am I attracted to you physically, but you have great taste in jewelry and I respect your street and business savvy."
"Thank you. I'm actually still deciding which one is more cutthroat. The street game can be brutal, but the music business is just as lethal, if not more. You're dealing with so much money, and everybody is trying to get their share of the pot."
As I listened to Mike preach about the music industry, I realized that this was the right opportunity to strike. While he continued to talk and poured himself a glass of wine, I switched on the button to start recording. "I'm glad you brought up how vicious the music business can be, because I almost forgot about some papers I wanted you to take a look at for me. I'm taking them to my lawyers in the morning, but it never hurts to have another pair of sharp eyes to read over something this important."
"Sure, baby. What do you want me to read over?"
I unzipped my purse and pulled out the envelope with the neatly folded contract. "Here. If you don't mind, take a look at this." I handed Mike the contract, and he put his glass down giving the documents his full attention. I watched as he read intently, flipping each page. His body remained calm, but I could see the vein pulsating in his neck, revealing his anxiety.
"I know you're not going to sign this," he said, tossing the contract on the table.
"Why do you say that? I think twenty-five million is more than a fair offer. There are also bonus stipulations and other perks, including royalties."
"I thought you said that you would give me an opportunity to make an offer before selling to Atomic."
"I never said that. I had no idea you were even interested, especially since Supreme wasn't one of your favorite
people."
"You don't remember me telling you to come to me before you accepted Jamal's or anyone else's offer for Supreme's masters?"
"I recall you mentioning it briefly, but I chose not to take you up on that offer. But I'm letting you look at them now." I smiled, purposely antagonizing Mike and hoping to rile him up
"Yeah, after the lawyers for Atomic already drew up these bullshit papers. You can't sign this!" he belted out as he picked up the contract and tore it up.
"What are you doing?"
Mike slammedhis hand down on the table. "Precious, I'm only protecting you. Jamal isn't offering you enough. You shouldn't even sell Supreme's masters. You should go into business for yourself, and I can be your partner. We can put Supreme's music out on my label-make that our label."
"So you're offering me half of your company for what, the rights to Supreme's music?"
"Yes, we can do this together, not only as business partners, but as husband and wife."
Talk about desperation, the nerve of him to give me some fake-ass marriage proposal so he could control Supreme's material. I knew that once I signed over the rights, I would have been signing my death certificate as well. "Huh! You can't be serious. I don't want to be in the music business, and I'm definitely not ready to jump into a marriage with someone I don't know shit about. I mean, you have serious control issues, tearing up my contract. That's insane."
"I can't let you sign those papers."
"You think ripping up the contract is going to change my mind? I do have other copies you know."
"Don't do this, Precious."
Mike grabbed my arm with a solid hold. "Let go of my arm!" But when I tried to fling his hand off me and my arm remained still, I realized just how strong his grasp was.
"Listen to me. I never told you this, but Supreme was planning on signing with my label. While you were in the hospital, he came over here and we talked. We were this close to negotiating a final deal. So see, Supreme would want me to have his music, not Atomic records."
"You're a liar. Supreme couldn't stand you. He would have never given you his music."
Mike's jaw muscles began twitching and his patience was wearing thin. "You have no idea everything I went through to make sure that music ended up in my hands. When I found out Supreme's contract was up with Pristine, I tried every tactic to get him to come to the other side."
"You mean the dark side?"
"If you want to call it that. But every side in this here music game is dark. There is nothing innocent about it. When you decide to enter this world, you're checking your soul at the door, trust me. If you don't, you'll be eaten alive. Supreme had gotten so huge he started believing that the rules no longer applied to him. I had to show him differently."
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean. Don't stand here and tell me that it never crossed your mind that I was the one who was responsible for his death."
I felt my blood pressure rising. Mike was justifying the fear that had been bubbling inside of me. "You murdered Supreme?" I asked flatly.
"I didn't do it personally, but I hired the men that did," Mike admitted with no remorse.
"Then you might as well pulled the trigger yourself. Those men were shooting to kill anyone in sight, and that included me."
"Yes, that's true. From the moment I first saw you, I always wished you could've been mine, but with life it's all about timing. You were Supreme's wife, so if he had to go, then so did you. But when you survived, I thought maybe our time had finally come and we had a chance. You had everything I needed and wanted. Physically, you are perfect; mentally, we're one in the same, and you held the key to the power I craved. I was willing to be patient so I could have you all to myself. Of course we had our stumbling blocks when you started dating Jalen. I couldn't let some knucklehead basketball player destroy all the work I had put in."
"Wait. That was you who had me tied up as your goons almost beat Jalen to death? You're beyond a monster."
"You left me no choice. I warned you to stay away from him at the club, but being the stubborn person you are, of course you ignored my advice, and so did he. When I found out you were spending the night with him in some hotel, I had to act fast. What if you started falling in love? Then there would be no room for me in your life. That was unacceptable."
"How did you know what hotel we were at?"
"Precious, why do you underestimate me? Nina was my mole. I hired her, so I was always one step behind you and five steps ahead."
"Did you have Nina set me up?"
"No, she did that dumb shit all on her own. Falling in love can cause even the strongest woman to lose any sense of rational thinking. Nina fell hard for Nico, but he was still in love with you and she hated you for that. Nina wanted to put you six feet under on several occasions, but I made clear that no one could harm you. After Supreme died, I decided you would be my wife. But Nina let her revulsion towards you dictate her actions, and it didn't work out the way she planned."
"So, was her relationship with Jamal a part of your scheme too?"
"Good ole' Jamal. He was my backup plan. See, I have inside people everywhere, and I knew that Supreme's contract had a tricky little clause. In the event of his death, all of his music would automatically belong to Atomic Records, unless he left behind a spouse or children. In that case, they would receive royalties to his music under contract, and be sole owners of all existing music that wasn't under contract with Atomic at the time."
"Initially when I planned to kill both you and Supreme, I knew that Jamal would be the man with the power. With Nina being his wife, and the way she had that corny nigga wrapped around her finger, the power would then be hers.
"Obviously plans changed, and Jamal was no longer a key factor, so Nina focused more on Nico. She felt it wasn't necessary to keep up her charade with Jamal. She never had any intentions on marrying him. But I tried to convince her to keep it going with him because I never knew when I would need Jamal for an important business deal. But Nina was dick-whipped. She was running the streets closing heroin deals for Nico and plotting your death."
"So now what?" I asked dryly. Listening to Mike break down the madness had left me drained.
"Now I have to kill you. I mean, I've revealed too many incriminating secrets. You're a liability."
"With me dead, you'll never get the masters."
"All is not lost. It also stipulated in Supreme's clause that if his spouse or children die, then the rights will then once again belong to Atomic, unless another agreement has been signed relinquishing the rights to Atomic and going to another party or parties. Since I know you haven't struck such a deal, then once again I'll go to my fallback plan and get Jamal in my pocket."
"You think you have it all figured out."
"That's what I do. But it's really all your fault. If you had just played your position, we would be discussing wedding plans instead of how I'm going to kill you."
"Do what you have to do. Because trust, your day will come, and we all know payback is a bitch."
"So they say. But I'm dealing with right now, and before I put you out your misery I want something that you owe me."
"I don't owe you shit."
"Yes you do. I've been waiting to get a taste of that pussy, and before you die I will." Mike jumped up from the table and lunged toward me, knocking me and my chair to the floor.
"No the hell you won't!" I mustered all my strength and crawled out of his clutches. I made a quick leap towards my purse in a bid to retrieve my gun and hopefully save my life. I wasn't fast enough.
Mike reached for my neck and latched on to the diamond necklace he had just put on. He ripped the necklace off, cutting my neck.
I lost my balance and slipped on the marble floor. "Shit!" I yelled as my back hit the floor. Even with the agonizing throbbing pain, I extended my hand out trying to reach for my purse. It was no use. Mike pinned my arms down then lifted up my skirt and was clawing my body like a dera
nged beast.
"This pussy belong to me!"he groaned as he forced his penis inside of me and pounded on my body with each thrust. "You see what you made me do?" he continued, breathing heavily.
I was boiling over in rage. I believe rape is the worst crime you can commit against a woman. A man is using his power to strip away a woman's right to say "no". He leaves her with no control and feeling weak because she is unable to defend herself.
Now I wanted Mike dead for multiple reasons. I would've preferred him to put a bullet in my head than to stick his dick inside of me. He was about to murder me twice. I felt his body vibrating against mine as he emptied himself inside of me. During his moment of weakness, with the metal heel of my 4-inch pumps, I stabbed Mike in the calf, getting my heel about 2-inches deep.
"Ahhh shit! he groaned as he pulled the heel out of his leg.
Free, I slid from under him, jumped up and got my purse. By the time he looked up, he was staring down the barrel of my gun.
"Now what, motherfucker? Killing you will be my greatest pleasure yet. First, I'ma shoot off one fucking nut at a time before I blast off your dick. Then, right when you're about to bleed to death, I'll finish you off with a bullet between your eyes." I cocked my gun ready to watch Mike's blood decorate the white marble floor.
Suddenly, something came crashing through the windows and busting through the front door.
"Police! Everybody freeze! Ma'am, put your gun down!"
My first thought was whether I could squeeze one off in Mike before I put my gun down and make it seem like a mistake. That thought quickly ended when I realized that at least a dozen SWAT team cops were aiming straight at me. Still, I weighed my options. I didn't care if they killed me, just as long as I killed Mike first. This was about more than just Supreme.
"This son-of-a-bitch raped me, and I want him to die!" I played the sympathy card. Set on murkin' Mike, I at least wanted them to know why.
"Ma'am, please put down your gun. We can't do anything to help you until you put your weapon down."
I heard what the officer was saying and I knew he was right, but Mike raping me kept replaying in my head, and each time I got angrier and angrier.
