Living for Love and Dying for Loyalty

by Mz. Lady P

  “Where the fuck is my man’s money?”

  He managed to let out a slight whimper with some words. “I ain’t telling you bitches shit.”

  “Oh you’re not?”

  I began to squeeze harder and harder. Finally, he couldn’t take any more. He pointed towards the closet. I squeezed his dick until blood shot out from it. His ass was alive but barely. In the closet, we found a secret door that led to another room. We were shocked at what we had found. This nigga had surveillance on everybody. Our comings and goings, drug transactions...everything. Mont had enough to put his whole crew away for a long time.

  “We have to burn this bitch down now! Grab the dough and let’s be out,” Nisa said.

  After we grabbed the money, we started pouring gasoline all over the house. I made sure to pour some on his ass. I wanted Mont to suffer. I was glad the girls were there to help.

  After striking a match, we walked out of the house with the house in flames behind us. I felt such an adrenaline rush go through my body. Before going our separate ways, we made a pact to never speak on what we had just done. I had to hurry up and get home before Markese, considering the fact that I’m not supposed to be outside.

  Chapter 27 - Markese

  I haven’t slept a wink since all this bullshit been going on. I feel real bad about putting my hands on Trish. My emotions and my ego got the best of me. I can’t even look at her so I’ve been avoiding her. I stay out real late and leave early in the morning. I hope and pray that her face heals. I will never be able to forgive myself if it doesn’t.

  Ever since Carmen left our kids, Trish has been a hell of a mother to them. I’m glad they weren’t home when all of that shit happened. Right now, I have them out in the guesthouse with our nanny, Rosario. I can’t have them looking at Trish while her face is looking like that. I checked on them before going in the house with Trish.

  Something smells good as hell, I thought to myself as I walked into the kitchen.

  “What you cooking this time of night, Trish?”

  “I had a taste for some chicken. There’s enough for you if you want some.”

  She grabbed a plate and put some chicken on it for me. Trish handed me the plate and walked out of the kitchen. I wanted to follow her, but I know she’s still scared of me. After eating the chicken, I went upstairs to our room to find money all over our bed. Trish was in the shower so I went into the bathroom.

  “Why the hell is money all over the bed?” I startled her by yelling.

  “I got your money back.”

  I stepped into the shower and closed the shower curtain.

  “How did you get it back? Did you have to fuck to get it back?”

  “No Markese. I got your money back plus some. I fucked up and I had to make up for it. Does it matter how I got it back?”

  “As a matter of fact it does, Trish.”

  “Well I’m not going to tell you. If you want to beat my ass again, then so be it. I deserve it anyway.”

  She walked out of the bathroom past me. Grabbing her arm, I turned her around looking her into her eyes.

  “You didn’t deserve shit. I should have walked away like a real man is supposed to. I’m sorry. I will never put my hands on you again.”

  Trish hugged and kissed me. I lifted her up and laid her on top of all the money on the bed. I made to love to her all night and apologized over and over again. She was crying and apologizing as well.

  The next morning Rosario brought the kids over and we all ate breakfast. I turned on the TV to watch the news. BREAKING NEWS flashed across the screen as a reporter began to speak.

  “A five alarm blaze that has been burning for at least six hours at a house in Oak Park, Illinois has finally been extinguished. Fire fighters searched the house and found what they believe to be the body of the homeowner, Lamont Wilson. Due to the presence of an accelerant and trauma to the body, this is being labeled a homicide.”

  I knew Trish was behind this. I know I told Trish to get my money back, but I wanted to kill that nigga myself. Trish was just sitting there with her poker face on.

  “Do you know anything about this?”

  “Who me?” She pointed to herself. “You told me I couldn’t leave the house. I have been here the whole time.”

  “Pack y’all a few bags,” I said. “We’re going away for a little while.”

  “Come on kids were going on a trip.” Trish was smiling the entire time.

  While Trish was packing, the doorbell rang. It was the mailman. He had a small package addressed to me with no return address. I opened the package. It was a DVD without any writing on it. I walked into the theater room, placed the DVD into the player, and pressed PLAY.

  The very first thing I saw was Trish dressing and undressing in a room, unaware that she is being watched. The next scene was of Mont and Trish drinking on the couch. Trish never saw Mont slip a mickey in her drink. Eventually, she passed out. Mont checked to see if she was out cold. He started to violate her in the worst way. Mont undressed her and carried her to his bedroom.

  Mont got on top of her and spread her legs. As soon as he entered her, she jumped. It looked like she was enjoying it for a minute, but snapped out of it. Mont started snapping and breaking shit in the room. Trish was scared as hell. I saw it in her eyes. The next scenes were so graphic and disgusting that all the life drained from my body. This nigga savagely raped her and purposely took pictures and videotaped the shit to get back at me.

  I never knew Mont felt this kind of way about me. I ain’t never did shit but be a friend to him, and he’s been against me all this time. How could I miss all the signs?

  Tears began to fall from eyes because I knew that Trish didn’t fuck him willingly. All she kept saying was ‘I have to get home to Markese.’

  Mont hated that shit. Trish probably would never look at me the same, not after the way I whooped her ass. I was about to cut the DVD off, but Carmen’s face popped up on the screen.

  “That bitch ain’t so perfect now, is she? It’s funny that you always try to uphold this bitch like she the Queen of Sheba. She ain’t shit but a ho who ran to your friend’s house just to get away from your no good, lying, cheating ass. This is so hilarious to me. I guess you’re regretting the fact that you left me because she found out about our affair. Let me rephrase that...I mean our relationship. We were together for five years. That’s not an affair. Oh, yeah, how does it feel to be a single parent? It’s a shame I had to leave them on your doorstep, but what was I supposed to do? You wouldn’t answer the phone for me, and you wouldn’t come see them. Drastic times call for drastic measures. I will be back to get my kids, Markese. Please believe that shit. It’s a shame I have to do all of this to get your attention. I bet I got your undivided attention now. You are going to regret the day you shitted on me. Ain’t no fun when I got the gun, motherfucker. Now watch me work and watch closely. Oh yeah, one more thing. I bet it killed your soul to see your bitch sucking your friend’s dick. You better hide your guns because that bi-polar bitch might try to blow her brains out this time.”

  Carmen has lost her mind. She and Mont have been plotting against us for a while, obviously. Mont is at the morgue and this bitch is on the loose. I have to put a bullet in her skull ASAP. My emotions are everywhere. I gathered my thoughts and destroyed the DVD. I have to keep this shit to myself. Trish will never know that I saw it. I wish I could kill that nigga Mont all over again for doing my baby like that.

  “Markese, we’re ready to go,” Trish said, breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Alright, baby.” I hugged her tight and gave her a kiss

  After dropping Trish off, I went to The Towers to find the crew. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw them standing there. The look in their eyes let me know that they had heard about Mont.

  “Markese, what the fuck is going on? They’re saying it was a homicide,” Boogie said, sounding pissed off.

  “Yeah, that’s the same shit I heard on the news.”

/>   “Who the fuck would want to kill Mont? They know he’s a part of our crew. I know he’s been on some bitch shit lately, but we’re still a family,” Killa said.

  “Family don’t hurt family,” Nisa said as she walked away and got into her car.

  We were speechless as we watched Nisa drive off. Her comment meant one of two things; Nisa knows who did it or she did it herself. The look she gave me let me know she knew what had happened. Nisa had helped Trish get my money back. I knew she hadn’t told Killa and Boogie. My pride and my ego would never let me tell them what happened between Mont and Trish. That shit was too embarrassing. Hopefully, this don’t come back and haunt us later. I’m taking this to my grave.

  Chapter 28 - Markese

  The Takedown

  We’ve been sitting in Juan’s conference room on pins and needles, praying the crew got all the dope. As soon as we made it to Juan’s, we handed him two duffel bags full of money. This nigga wanted to count the money by hand to make sure it was all there. This was great because it gave the crew more time. As soon as we got the word from the crew that they had the dope and were out, it was time for us finish this shit.

  “I’m impressed,” Juan said. “I didn’t think you would be able to come up with the money.”

  “Cut the bullshit, Juan,” Rahmeek said. “We have made you a substantial amount of money over the years. Obviously you’re low on cash since you had to snake us to get this.”

  “How dare you come into my home and insult me! You fucked up the pickup and you have to pay for that. Now get the fuck out of my office before I blow both of your fucking brains out.” Juan stood up and pointed his gun at us.

  At that moment, we instantly upped our guns and had them pointed at him. Before we could even let off a shot, Carmen and the five masked gunmen who had robbed us walked into the conference room.

  “Why wasn’t I informed about this little party?” Carmen said.

  “Mija, what are you doing? Who the fuck are these men?” Juan asked angrily.

  “Don’t mija me! Your ass has never been a father to me.”

  “Carmen, what the fuck are you doing? Get your little crew out of here because before they be some dead motherfuckers,” Rahmeek said

  “I suggest you shut the fuck up, Rahmeek. There is no room for your ass to even be talking me. I’m still having hard time dealing with the fact that you raped me.”

  “Bitch please! You were begging for the dick so I gave it to you. You and I both know I don’t have to take no pussy.”

  “Mija, talk to me what is all this about,” Juan interrupted.

  “This is about all of you,” Carmen sneered. “First, you are the worst father in the world. How could you sit back and allow these men to hurt me and your grandchildren? It’s all about money with you and these two clowns. Second, Rahmeek, yes I left you high and dry when you were locked up. I needed more than you were able to give me. Regardless of all that, I did love you. Expecting me to wait for you was selfish as hell. Last but not least, the father of my children. Markese, you know this is all your fault right? All I ever wanted was you, and all you ever wanted was her. You just left my kids like they weren’t shit.”

  I cut her ass off. I didn’t want to hear it. “Save all that crying! You’re the one that left your kids on my fucking doorstep like they weren’t shit. Trish is more of a mother to them than you will ever be.”

  “Markese, fuck you and that dick sucking bitch.” Carmen wore a sinister smile on her face.

  That bitch really struck a nerve within me and she knew it.

  “Mija, please put the gun down. Let’s talk about this. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you were feeling this way.

  “Yeah, listen to your father and put the gun down,” Rahmeek said

  “My father? Please. This is what I think of my father.”

  Carmen turned around and shot Juan twice in the chest. We knew we had to get the fuck out of there. Gunfire erupted all over the room. When the smoke cleared, the gunmen were dead and so was Juan. Carmen was gone, and Rahmeek was on the floor with a gunshot wound to the chest.

  Looking up, I saw Nisa and Killa in the room with their guns still smoking. They looked just like Bonnie and Clyde. I was happy as hell to see them. We needed to get Rahmeek to the hospital quickly. We made a call to Hassan and Boogie and told them to me us at the hospital.

  Rahmeek is big as hell. It took everything inside of us to drag him out the house and into the car. We kept talking to him, trying to keep him alert, but he was drifting in and out of consciousness. I drove him to the nearest hospital I could find, but he had to be air lifted to Cook County due to the trauma.

  They rushed Rah to emergency surgery immediately. He had lost a lot of blood. Hassan was able to donate blood to his brother. Thank God, Killa and Nisa stayed behind just in case some shit went wrong. Rahmeek and I would probably be dead if they hadn’t. We sat in silence, just waiting it out to see if he was going to make it.

  My crew informed me that the drugs and money were secured in our storage units. I was relieved about that. First thing in the morning, we will be taking the money to our accountant to clean it up. It’s time for me to call the girls and break the news. Aja is going to kill me if Rahmeek doesn’t make it.

  After informing the girls of what happened, I felt like shit, they were all screaming and crying. I even teared up because I know my sister loves that nigga. Man, Rah has to pull through this.

  Finally, the doctor entered the family room and told us that the surgery was successful. The bullet had missed his heart by an inch and exited through his back missing vital organs. Our quick actions saved his life.

  Rahmeek was in recovery and would remain in the Intensive Care Unit. He was in a medically induced coma so he could heal. The girls finally made it to the hospital and were relieved when they found out he would be okay. We all decided to leave to get some much needed rest. Aja stayed with him. With everything that was going on, I got a good look at Nisa. I was feeling the way she looked. From the look in Killa’s eyes, he was feeling her too.

  Chapter 29- Carmen

  I have been contemplating ways to get back and both Rahmeek and Markese but I couldn’t think of anything. That was until I paid a visit to my father. Since I have been a little girl, my father has always discussed business in front of me. Sitting in his office, he went into detail with his head of security about a big shipment that was coming in. That’s how I found out that Markese and Rahmeek were going to do the pickup for my father. It was then that I came up with the idea to rob them. My father would instantly think they stole from him. I prayed that he would kill them. I was trying to find some people to pull off the robbery for me.

  One night I went to the bar. I saw Mont while I was there. We began drinking and talking. The more we drank, the more we expressed our hatred for Markese and Rahmeek. I took a chance and told him my plans. He agreed to help me. He hired some young thugs to do the actual robbery. We were both lonely that night. So, I went home with him. One thing led to another and we ended up having sex. While I was there, he showed me the videotape of Trish. That shit made my day. I begged him to let me send it to Markese, with a message attached.

  The robbery was a success. We split the money among us and the gunmen. My father told me about what had happened with shipment. He was convinced that Rahmeek and Markese were behind the robbery. He informed me that they were coming to drop off the money they owed him. I informed Mont and we were supposed to meet up at my father’s house. Our intentions were to rob my father’s cellar and kill all of them.

  The morning we were supposed to carry out our plan, Mont went M.I.A on me. We were going to use the same gunmen we used for the first robbery. When I entered my father’s office, my emotions got the best of me. That’s what knocked me off my square. As soon as I shot my father, I regretted it. Gunfire erupted all around me. I had to think fast. Then I remembered my father’s secret door in his office that led down to the cellar.

  I got
the shock of my life when I realized the cellar had been completely cleaned out. My father’s head of security was dead. Whoever did it tortured his ass. His throat was slit from ear to ear and his dick had been cut off. Blood was everywhere. I felt a pain in my stomach and realized that I had been shot. I guess the adrenaline caused me not realize the pain before.

  I was starting to become weak and feel pain. I used all the strength I had to get the fuck out of the house. I needed to get to the hospital quick. As I climbed up the stairs, I didn’t hear anyone so the coast was clear. I walked out the back door and got into one of my father’s cars. I was attempting to drive myself to the hospital when all of sudden I started to lose consciousness. The next thing I know I hit a tree head on.

  Two weeks later

  “Welcome back, Ms. Rodriquez. You have been out for quite some time,” a lady said to me.

  I was having a hard time focusing. My throat was so dry. “Where am I?”

  “You’re in the hospital, Ms. Rodriquez. You were in an accident. You have been in a coma for two weeks. I’m Nurse Green and I have been caring for you since you came here.”

  My mind started to race. I was trying to remember what happened to me. It took me a minute, and then everything came back to me. I started to pull at the tubes and the IV that was in my arm. I had to get out there immediately. If Rahmeek and Markese knew where I was, they would kill me. All the moving around I was doing caused pain in my stomach.

  “Oh, no. Ms. Rodriquez. You are in no condition to leave. “

  The nurse fixed my tubes and reinserted my IV into my arm. I think she put something in the IV because I drifted off to sleep. I wasn’t sure of how long I had been sleep. When I woke up, there were two detectives in my room. They were investigating my attempted murder and my father’s murder.