by Miss KP
Realizing that the kids didn’t need to be around, it was good that Denie was hanging out as usual and Maria had taken the girls to visit her sister in Alexandria. This was the perfect time for me to get to the bottom of all this, even if it meant me taking Rich’s life.
“So, what’s it gonna be lie, are you ready to put in some work?” I asked, then admired the beautiful cream handle.
Sipping my glass of wine, I was nice and relaxed. Even though I didn’t do well with alcohol, I still had a clear mind. I was focused and tried my best to control my feelings. Moments later, my Blackberry buzzed against the table. It was Rich.
“Yeah,” I tried my best to disguise my anger.
“You changed the gate code.”
“I sure did. I’ll buzz you in.”
“Yeah, alright,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.
Those days were over where he could come and go as he pleased in my home. I knew that move had fucked his head up, but he had no idea what was about to come next. I took a deep breath to try and get myself together. Taking my glass of wine to the head, I poured myself a second one, then downed that one was well. The shit definitely had me a little buzzed.
Maybe it’ll help me get through the night sane, I thought.
Unlocking the door, I went back into the dining room and sat at the table.
“Marisol, where you at?” Rich yelled.
“I’m in the dining room!”
As soon as he walked inside, I had the gun aimed right at his chest.
Rich quickly raised both arms in the air. “What the fuck is this shit about?” He seemed surprised and cautious, not knowing whether to take me serious or not.
“You think I’m a joke, nigga. Have a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”
When Rich saw tears streaming down my face, he knew I meant business and complied.
“How could you, Rich? I trusted you.”
“Man Trix…I mean Marisol, why the fuck you pointin’ that gun at me? Now, I gotta come in your crib strapped? Why the fuck you trippin’?”
“For starters, you should get a bullet for calling me that bitch’s name, and don’t try to play dumb because I heard you. Your secret has been exposed muthafucka!” I threw Jade’s letter at him.
As he scanned the paper, Rich shook his head in disbelief.
“Are you ready to come clean?” I questioned. Standing up, I walked over to him and this time placed the gun to this temple.
“As a matter of fact I am. I’m tired of holdin’ this shit in. Yes, I’m ready to tell you everything.”
“Speak, you fucking traitor!”
It looked like he wanted to fire off some type of sarcastic-ass response, but knew that would’ve been a dumb move.
“It all started one night I s Lisa out Baltimore while I was handlin’ some business. I wondered what the fuck she was doin’ out there, so I followed her. She ended up at some run- down hotel. I didn’t know what type of shit that bitch was involved in because around that time her attitude had changed. So…”
I pushed the gun further into the side of his head. “What the hell does this have to do with my husband?”
“Marisol, I’m gettin’ to that just calm down,” Rich responded. “Anyway, so I gave it a minute and figured that I would let Lisa get comfortable before I barged in the room to see what was up. Once I broke the door down, it was dark and I started bussin’ off. Once I turned the light on, the first thing I saw was Lisa naked in the bed screamin’. Man, my mind went crazy. I was so fuckin’ pissed that I wasn’t even focused on who she was in there wit’. Next thing I know, I had a gun to my head. Once he spoke, I couldn’t believe it was Los. I also couldn’t believe how the nigga had the audacity to tell me that he loved her. He went on and on about how I didn’t deserve Lisa because I didn’t know how to treat a real woman.”
“So, let me get this straight, my husband actually told you he loved Lisa?”
“Yeah.”
I smiled. “Is that the best you can do Rich? You know what, my patience is wearing thin, so please give me a reason not to fucking kill you right now!”
“Marisol, just listen to me!” he yelled as his eyes suddenly watered.
In all the years I’d known Rich, there was only one time I’d ever seen him cry, and that was when his mother died. He instantly got my attention once I saw some type of emotion.
“All I could think about was how me and you had slept together back in the day and maybe God was punishin’ me. I was hurt.”
“So, you killed him because of that bitch?”
“No, I didn’t kill him. I jumped on him and tried to beat the shit out of him, since I didn’t think he would shoot me. We were fightin’ like two dudes who didn’t even know each other when my gun fell. Next thing I knew Lisa was screamin’…tellin’ us to stop or she would shoot. She pointed my gun and everything, but we still didn’t stop. That’s when the gun went off a few times. At first I thought I was hit, but she’d missed me and hit Los. I didn’t know what to do at that point. The nigga I loved more than anything was dead in my arms. Lisa killed my brother, Marisol. Now you know why I hate her so much.”
To say that I was in shock would’ve been an understatement. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My husband who I loved and mourned had been fucking Lisa right up under my nose. My heart ached, and I didn’t know how to react to this news. Sitting back down, I placed the gun on the table before running my hands down my face. This shit was a devastating blow.
“So, Rich tell me, how did Carlos end up in The Chesapeake Bay left to die?”
“He was already dead. I panicked and figured that I had to protect my kids. I didn’t give a fuck about Lisa, but I knew that if Uncle Renzo found out what happened, not only would he kill Lisa, d shoottake Denie and Juan’s lives as well. I covered up his murder to protect my kids. I know that I kept this from you, but I just didn’t know how to tell you. I wondered if you would expose the truth to Renzo.”
For some reason the soft spot I had for Rich was my weakness. As crazy as it seemed, I actually believed him. What was I to do now? My mind was all over the place and I needed more answers.
“So, what did Jade have to do with this and why would she say you killed Carlos?”
“That night I had a room and Jade was waitin’ for me. I was distraught once I got there and told her what happened. She was upset that I followed Lisa to begin wit’. She made it more about me and Lisa than her really understandin’ the bigger fuckin’ picture. She was always threatened by Lisa, and when I catch that bitch she’s gonna pay for this shit!”
“Well, just in case you didn’t know, Jade is dead, and her family thinks that you’re responsible.”
“What? Who told you that shit?” he asked with an alarming expression.
“Her brother Javier. Jade can actually rot in hell for all I care. No friend of mine that I treated like family would keep something from me and protect a dude she just met. Did you threaten her or something?”
“No. I was gonna tell you everything, but Jade felt it was best that you didn’t know. She’s the one who felt that you would go straight to Renzo wit’ this.”
“What?” I yelled.
“I mean you can’t fault her. Carlos was your husband,” Rich replied.
“Yeah, he was, but that bitch didn’t know what the fuck I would’ve done.”
“I feel ya. We had a big fall out over all this. Jade told me since I was so concerned about Lisa she never wanted to see me again.”
If Rich was lying about all this, he deserved a damn Oscar. Something deep inside was telling me to proceed with caution, but my heart was telling me that Rich would never intentionally hurt his own brother. I always felt that Carlos and Rich loved each other more than they loved me or Lisa, so maybe he was telling the truth.
“You all betrayed me. You, Carlos, Jade, and Lisa ain’t shit. Why didn’t you just tell me, Rich? I thought we were better than that. Now, I don’t know what or who to believe. This is
just all too much to deal with, just get out!”
“I’m not leavin’ you like this,” he said, making his way closer to me. “I love you, Marisol. If I didn’t love you, I would’ve never forgiven you for what you did to Denie. I mean you left my newborn daughter on my fuckin’ doorstep. She’s fucked up wit’ me because of all this, and here I am still lovin’ you.”
He knew how to get to me. No matter what, a part of me felt like I owed both him and Denie. As Rich reached out to hold me, I immediately felt vulnerable. I didn’t know if it was the wine or my emotional overload, but I let him hold me. Strangely, I felt safe.
“Marisol, I’m sorry for hurtin’ you. We actually hurt each other. Let’s try and move on and focus on raisin’ Denie to be better than us. Everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is our second chance to be together and do what’s right. There are other things that take precedence, Mia’s condition for starters, and the business. Lisa is going to pay. Trust me, I have a plan for that bitch. You let me handle that. Her doctor told me that she admitted to killing Carlie.”
Let’s see who gets to her first, I thought to myself. She was gonna pay for killing Carlos, too.
As Rich tried to slide his hand down to the small of my back, I knew what he was up to. However, I didn’t fight it because I was definitely in need of some sex, even if it came from Rich. We hadn’t slept together in months, so I’d been on a serious sex drought lately. Rich was my comfort zone and that’s why I allowed him to carry me upstairs to my bedroom.
“I love you girl,” Rich whispered as he laid me down on my bed and began kissing me on my stomach.
His tongue played with my navel before he took off my leggings, made his way down to my vajayjay and started flickering his tongue against my clit. His warm mouth felt so good as he took his fingers to spread my lips apart. Once Rich got further inside, he went right to work. Making love to my pussy with his mouth, he soon started taking off his pants. Never to be outdone in the bedroom, it wasn’t long before I maneuvered my way to his dick and took him whole. Yeah, deep throat was my specialty. But that wasn’t the end because that wine had me feeling quite frisky. I was ready to get my freak on. After jumping on top of him, I quickly inserted his tool, then took it like a true stallion.
“Tell me this is the best pussy you ever had,” I demanded.
“Why you think I keep comin’ back? I love this shit.”
Riding his dick to the perfect rhythm, Rich placed his hands along my waist as I slid my dripping pussy down his pole. He then buried his face in my breasts as I suddenly sped up the tempo. He never could really handle me on top and sex with him always felt like a competition of, who was gonna defeat who. I could feel his penis jerk as he tried to hold back from cumming, then quickly pulled out.
“I ain’t ready for this shit to end,” Rich said in a low tone.
Flipping me onto my stomach, he entered my nest from behind, fucking me fast…and hard.
“Tell me you love this dick!” he yelled, then smacked my ass.
“I love it Rich, ahhhh, I love it.”
His rock hard dick banged against my walls with so much force, I thought my head was gonna through the headboard. As his body began to shake, I played with my pussy to make sure my climax was even more explosive. Within seconds, my thighs began to vibrate and a tingling sensation raced down my back. We both came at the same time.
As soon as Rich collapsed on top of me, he gave my right cheek two soft, delicate kisses.
“Did you missed me, babe?”
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“Yeah, I did.”
No matter how much I let Rich fuck me, he would never get another chance to fuck me over. I had to come up with a plan to make sure what he told me was true. As I laid in bed with moistness between my legs, I thought about how Lisa was gonna pay for what she’d done.
And so is Rich, if he’s lying.
Chapter 9 Denie
Damn, what a night I thought to myself as I crept in the house through my back entrance.
I didn’t feel like the interrogation on where I’d been all night, especially since it was two in the afternoon. But thinking back on it, Chanel and I had a damn blast. I’d met Chanel a few months ago while going to see Nelson in prison down in Petersburg, VA. Her boyfriend, Stan, was locked up at the same time, so we instantly connected and had been road dogs ever since. Even though I’d made it clear to Nelson that, ‘I didn’t do prison’ well and had no intentions of fucking with him while he was locked up, at least I’d met a true friend.
She was always down for whatever. After hitting up the Wizards vs. Celtics playoff game, we went straight to the after party at Bar 7. Since I was still on my ‘revenge against Lisa’ mode, I thought it was the right moment to make my move on Cornell Willis. I knew that she was already at the edge of the cliff, and this was my plan to push that bitch all the way off. These athletes were such marks, so I knew it wasn’t gonna be a problem baiting him. He was so easy to get it kinda pissed me off. I was ready for a huge challenge, but I guess I was just that good. By the end of the night, he’d hit me off with courtside seats to the next game. I guess he thought that was his way of trying to get in my pants, but little did he know, I loved to fuck. It wasn’t about his money. I had my own. It was about getting in his head. I didn’t have love for none of these niggas out here.
As I laid across my bed, I laughed at the text messages coming in from Cornell.
Did you make it home yet? I told you to hit me to let me know
Yeah I’m home, I texted him back.
Cool, baby I had a good time last night. Can we do dinner later on?
How does Morton’s Steakhouse sound?
Sounds good to me, Naomi how about 7, he wrote
Bet, I replied.
I went by my middle name, Naomi, so he wouldn’t know that I had any connection to Lisa. People were always talking about how cheap that nigga Cornell was, but he hadn’t even got the pussy yet, and I was already on his mind.
I guess I’ll fuck him tonight so I can get the wef what I need to send Lisa all the way crazy.
The pictures Chanel took of us together at the club last night while I was at his table popping bottles was sure to drive her crazy. But I had even more in store for her ass.
I thought about taking a cat nap before getting ready for the day party down at Layla Lounge, but since I was pressed for time, I decided to get in the shower and wash my hair. I needed to change my look tonight. Now that I’d let my hair grow back, I had more options to work with. I was so tired of everyone comparing me to Lauren London, I wore my hair curly more often now. I mean she was cute, fly, and all that, but I liked to have my own identity. She even had my damn dimples, so lately I’d been trying to switch up my look to keep the fellas guessing.
Getting out of the shower, I dried off and put on some of my smell goods. I then went to my closet to decide what to wear. Since it was hot outside, I decided on my hot pink Betsey Johnson fitted tube dress and my yellow Louboutins. It was eighty degrees outside and I couldn’t wait to look like Spring.
“Panties or no panties,” I said to myself then looked in the mirror. “Fuck the panties. It’s easier access anyway.”
Needing to coat my stomach, I thought it would be wise to get something to eat before I left. After walking downstairs and into the kitchen, to my surprise, Marisol and my father were in the foyer about to leave out together.
What the fuck is he doing here? I thought. I hadn’t even noticed his car outside.
“You still messing with him, are you serious?” I asked, surprised to see my father and Marisol getting along.
“Didn’t we just talk about you being disrespectful,” Marisol snapped. “I didn’t hear you speak to your father.”
“Wassup, Rich. You that nigga, I gotta give it to ya.” I laughed before walking past them and into the kitchen. Unfortunately, within seconds they were both on my heels.
“Denie, who do you think you’re talkin’ to, and where the hell
do you think you’re goin’ dressed like that? This is not Miami. You need to put some damn clothes on,” Rich preached as if I was really gonna listen.
I ignored him as I made a bowl of fruit salad.
“You think you can manipulate every woman in your life. I used to be gullible and hang onto your every word, but I’m on to you now. Marisol, I thought you were stronger than that. How can he kill your husband and then it be all good? Wow.” I shook my head back and forth.
Marisol looked like she wanted to jump on me, until Rich held her back.
“Why do you keep throwin’ jabs?” Rich questioned. “How long are you gonna make me pay for hurtin’ you? I’m sorry. I just want my daughter back.”
“Whatever,” I replied, trying to stay strong. There was no way I was gonna let that nigga see me cry.
“Let me tell you something little girl. I’m your mother, and this is my house and you will respect me and whatever comes with it. I’ve done too much to try and make things right. You will do as I say, or you’ll see how strong I can be, so try me. For your information, I know everything about your father and Carlos, so no one has to try and hold it over Rich’s head anymore.”
“Let me guess. It was Jade’s fault, or Lisa’s fault, hell, maybe Trixie did it. You think you know, huh.” I laughed then sashayed myself past them and went back upstairs to my room.
Rich looked so hurt, but his ass deserved it. I was glad when I finally heard the front door close, so I could eat my fruit salad in peace. Moments later, my cell phone rang from an unknown number.
“Hello.”
“You have a pre-paid call from a federal prison.” The operator went on and on with instructions on what to do and if I wanted to accept or decline the call. I decided to press 0.
“Man, what’s up? Why you ain’t write me back yet?” Nelson asked.
No bitchassness allowed was my new motto. I definitely wasn’t in any mood for his whining.
“Well, hello to you, too, Nelson. How are you doing?” I said in a sarcastic tone.
