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  “We’ve been together for damn near seventeen years. I have put up with the bitches, the disrespect, and the abuse. What you won’t do is put your fucking hands on me because I killed that psychotic ass bitch. How dare you question why I murked a bitch? That hoe has made my life a living fucking hell. I pray that bitch suffered as I burned her ass alive. You should have murked that bitch immediately, but since you was playing in your ass, I handled it like the down ass bitch I am. I did what the fuck I had to do to protect me and my family. I don’t want to hear shit else about the bitch. Do you understand, Markese?

  “You better get that fucking gun out of my face,” I said through gritted teeth.

  She cocked back the hammer as she spoke. “I said, do you understand?”

  “Yeah. I understand.” I was mad as hell but the look in her eyes let me know I better answer or else she would blow my fucking brains out.

  “While you're running around here mad and pissed off because I’m fucking somebody else, Let’s talk about you and that bitch you’ve been parading around the city. Do I have to pay a visit to that bitch’s house? I’m on a roll and I’m killing any bitch I think will cause a problem in my life or my fucking marriage. Hopefully, that shit is a dead ass issue. For that bitch’s sake, she need to move on and count whatever the fuck ya’ll had going as a loss. If not, she will meet the same fate as Yasir. It’s only right I get to murk that bitch since you killed him.”

  I couldn’t believe that Trish ass was holding me at gunpoint and throwing out demands and shit. At first I was scared, but now that shit had my dick harder than a motherfucker. That was until she said some shit that threw me for the loop.

  “I have one more question for you. Have you ever fucked Nisa?”

  “What? Get the fuck out of here. You know that’s my sister. Why would you ask me some shit like that?” I was trying my best to keep a straight face and a serious tone. Trish’s ass has a way of deciphering shit.

  “I knew you were going to say that. I’m not trying to hear that sister shit. Let’s just say you talk in your sleep and I got an ear full. I have been through too much to deal with you fucking someone so close to us. You don’t have to worry about me saying anything about this to her or Killa. Don’t get it twisted; I will be watching both of ya’ll like a fucking hawk. If I even think ya’ll on some bullshit, both of ya’ll won’t even be ready for what I have in store for ya’ll asses.”

  I really had nothing to say. As soon as Trish uncocked the gun and sat it on the nightstand, I immediately knocked her over and it was my turn to point a gun at her. She might have laid down the law, but I run the motherfucking show.

  “Get your black ass off of me!”

  I pinned her arms down with my knees because I knew her ass was ready to punch my ass again. My nose was still leaking and my eye was throbbing. If I have a black eye I’m going to be so fucking mad.

  “It don’t feel so fucking good to have a fucking gun pointed in your face. Does it? The last thing you need to be worried about is if I’m fucking another bitch. I wanted my marriage to work. it was you who wanted out. So I gave your ass an outlet. I’ll admit, I was sick behind you fucking dude, but when I saw that shit I had to off his ass. Did you like that shit he was doing to your hoe ass? Yeah, you liked it. I saw it in your face,” I said her as I pressed the gun to the middle of her forehead. She didn’t respond she just stared at me.

  “Cat got your fucking tongue now? Just a minute ago you wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I got something that will make your ass talk though.”

  I ripped her panties off of her with my free hand as I continued to hold the gun to her head. I pulled my dick out my boxers and I made it find its way to her pussy hole. I rammed my entire dick inside of her.

  “Ahhhh! I hate your ass!” she yelled as I thrusted in and out of her.

  I was trying my best to block out the fact that not too long ago another nigga was in between her legs taking what the fuck belonged to me. That shit made me want to punish her ass even more.

  “Oh you hate me now?”

  I sped up the pace and mad sure my dick was damn near touching her soul. I roughly flipped her ass over and started hitting her ass from the back. I grabbed her long hair and wrapped it around my hand. I continued to fuck her brains out and that shit had me feeling real powerful because I knew she was loving that shit. Especially when she was running from the dick.

  “Where the fuck you going? Take this dick like you was taking that niggas last night.”

  Her screams were replaced with loud moans. I wanted to moan as well because her pussy felt good as hell. I felt my cum rise to the tip of my dick and released my load inside of her. She collapsed on the bed and I fell on top of her. We were both out of breath and heavily breathing. I heard my son start to cry so I got up to go check on him. I grabbed him from his bed and brought him back into our bedroom. Trish was sitting up in the bed. As I walked back in the room I noticed her wiping her face. She reached out for him and he went to her.

  “Markese, we are so selfish and ungrateful,” she said as she kissed our son’s forehead.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “We have money, kids, our health, and most importantly we have each other. I can’t believe we just sat here and really had guns pointed at each other. You might not believe me, but I don’t know what I would do if you were killed. All I keep thinking about is Tahari and her kids. Thug is gone. I couldn’t even imagine living life without you, but I’m fighting you and trying to hurt you. My biggest fear is Tahari’s reality. I remember when I couldn’t give you a baby and now we share a son. Yet, we sit up and expose him to shit that we shouldn’t. We should be enjoying life, not acting like we don’t appreciate it. All this bullshit that has been going on has caused both of us to lose sight of what really matters and that’s family. The only way we’re going to make it is if we let go of all the animosity. That is if you want the shit to work out.”

  I had to take in everything that Trish was saying and agreed with all of it. The last thing I want is for us to keep fighting like this and exposing our kids to this shit. My childhood was all fucked up, but that’s not what I want for my kids. They’ve been through enough.

  “I agree with all that, Trish. I need you to understand that when shit gets rough in this marriage, I need you to stick it out. You’re my wife, my better half. when you chose to walk out on a nigga that shit hurt me because I have never turned my back on you when you needed me. We can go on and on about who’s right and who’s wrong. It won’t change shit. It’s up to us the fix it. I’m willing to work this shit out, but I don’t have time for all this sneaky shit.”

  I cut the light off and laid down in the bed.

  “I want to fix it.” She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips

  “Good because this the last time I’m letting your crazy ass pull a pistol on me and let you live to tell about the shit.”

  “Yeah whatever nigga. I bet you got my fucking point.”

  “Loud and clear.”

  The next morning I met up with my lawyer and went to talk to the Detective who called me. (Finish this with him at police station)

  Chapter 24-Lupe Rodriquez

  Since the day that I was deported, I never ever thought of paying a visit to Chicago. That was until I got the news that my one and only child had been murdered. I sent Yasir there to watch over Carmen and kill Markese. Instead, he starts fucking Trish. Now he is missing. It’s a damn shame that I have to come all the way to Chicago and handle these motherfuckers myself.

  I really hate that Carmen was so fucking weak. One would think I didn’t love her, but that wasn’t true. I had to treat her the way I did in order for her to become a heartless bitch like me. I knew from the jump, she was cut from a different cloth than me. She was a woman scorned who let her love for a man dictate her life. It was my love for Juan that led me to become a woman scorned. That love also turned my heart to stone. I became so coldhearted that
I had no problem with killing anyone with the snap of a finger.

  I guess I despised the fact that I was once in her shoes. I had the world at my feet courtesy of my father. He was one of the world’s biggest drug traffickers. My father had the purest heroin all over Colombia. Juan was one of my father’s workers. My father had no idea that I had been having a sexual relationship with Juan. Juan insisted on telling him that he wanted to marry me. I was scared for his life because my father would not take kindly to Juan fucking me behind his back. Juan was lucky that my father was one of his most loyal workers. My father trusted Juan with his product and eventually with me his only daughter. Our drug trafficking operation began to expand into the states. So, my father sent Juan and I to Chicago. We were in charge of the entire operation. I became pregnant with Carmen, so I stepped back and let Juan run the show. Once I gave birth, I was ready to get back in the swing of things. I ended up hiring Ammenah. A decision that I still regret to this day. As I ride in the back of my Lincoln Towncar my mind drifted back to the day I caught my husband fucking the help.

  It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I woke up to the sun shining and the birds chirping. Despite how beautiful it was,I was in a real dark place. I had just received a call from Colombia informing me that my father had a heart attack and died. I was now head of his drug operation. My husband and I were about to be the King and Queen of Heroin.

  I walked down the long corridor of our home. Beautiful portraits of our family aligned the walls. I stopped at the poster size picture of my father. “Voy a hacer que te sientas orgulloso de mi padre.”

  I told him that I would make him proud of me. I kissed his picture and continued down the long corridor. Once I made it to Carmen’s bedroom, I opened the door and checked on her. She was sleeping soundly. I continued the search for my husband. I checked his office, but he wasn’t there. H wasn’t in the kitchen or any other common areas of our home. It was oddly strange that Ammenah was not around either. Since she stayed in the guest house, I proceeded out of the back door and towards the guest house. I didn’t even knock I just went straight in. The sounds of moaning caught my attention instantly. I slowly crept towards the bedroom. There was Juan on top of Ammenah. I turned and walked away.

  That was the moment I became a heartless bitch. I dished out my revenge slowly, but surely. Juan was a beast when it came to the drug trade. I needed him to keep my operation afloat. I started having an affair with Chico just to get over Juan. However, Ammenah got the brunt of all my anger. Once I found out that she was pregnant, I went full steam ahead in fucking up her very existence.

  I took that bitch of a daughter from her away and made her my drug mule. The hatred I harbored in my heart for these women is what led to my deportation. That’s why I was disappointed in Carmen. She was better than being a woman scorned. It’s too late for regrets now because my daughter is dead. I have a real big problem with these people being alive that hurt her.

  Despite being in Mexico, I had eyes and ears all over Chicago. I’m not the Queen for shit. I know names and addresses. I have a long list of people I need to pay a visit. My first stop is Stacy’s house . I have something I think that she would like to see. This bitch and her mother are living off of my fucking money. Juan better be happy he’s already dead because I want to blow his brains out. He, his mistress, and their love child are still fucking my life up after all these years.

  Chapter 25- Stacy

  The positive sign on the pregnancy test confirmed what I already knew. I was pregnant with Boogie’s baby. I couldn’t wait to tell him the good news. The last week had been rough on us all. Thug’s funeral had already taken place. It was now time for the healing to start. Boogie had been keeping his promise of not touching heroin anymore. I was so happy and proud of him because I knew how hard it was to shake a dope habit. Our relationship had become stronger than ever. This pregnancy is just what we need to make our bond stronger.

  I was preparing dinner for us when the doorbell rang. I turned the burners on the stove down low and rushed to the front door. I swung the door open without answering or looking in the peephole. The person standing on the other side of the door was my worst nightmare come true. I instantly regretted not looking through the peephole.

  “Surprised to see me, huh? The last time I saw you we were in court and you were testifying against me.” Lupe Rodriquez and her two goons pushed past me and made their way into my home without permission.

  “What the fuck do you want, Lupe? If you came here to kill me, let’s get this shit over with. I know this isn’t a social call so what the fuck do you want.”

  Lupe walked around my living room and looked at the pictures on my mantle of Boogie and me. Her two goons were positioned by the door.

  “You always did have a way with words. By the way, how’s that bitch of a mother of yours?”

  “My mother is just fine unlike your miserable ass.”

  She let out a chuckle as she continued to survey my living room. I still couldn’t believe this crazy bitch was in my living room.

  “I came here to show you something.”

  One of her goons handed me a large manila envelope. I took it from his hands and opened it. As I thumbed through the pictures, the life drained from inside of me.

  “Surprised I know about him, huh? The look on your face tells me your husband has no idea about him.”

  Tears streamed down my face as I looked at pictures of my son that I gave up for adoption so long ago. I put him in the back of my mind, but I always kept him close to my heart. I’ve sent him a ten thousand dollar check every month since I came into the money Juan had left for me.

  “Please don’t hurt him, Lupe. He has nothing to do with any of this mess. I’m the one who you want.”

  “You really love the little black bastard, huh? I tell you what. I’ll spare his life in exchange for ten million dollars. Please don’t say you don’ have it. I’m fully aware of the inheritance Juan left you. I deserve some type of restitution for all the pain and suffering you have put me through. If you value his life and yours, you’ll have my money by week’s end. Here is my card; call me when you’re ready to talk.”

  Lupe threw her card on the floor and walked out of the house followed by her goons. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening to me. All the pain and suffering this bitch caused me. She wasn’t getting a dime from me. As much as I hated to do it, I had to come clean with Boogie about our nine-year-old son, Kendrick Jr.

  It had been two days since Lupe’s visit. I was so scared and nervous, not to mention the morning sickness had kicked in big time. I decided that today would be the day I told him. I hoped and prayed he understood why I did what I did. I had yet to tell him I was pregnant. I wanted to wait until after he knew about our first-born child. I sat up in our bed and waiting for him to finish his shower. After waiting about twenty minutes, he emerged.

  “Why you looking like somebody died?”

  I didn’t answer him. I got up from the bed and grabbed the pictures Lupe had given me. I handed the pictures to him and sat back down on the bed. I watched as he looked at all of the pictures one by one. There were about ten in all.

  “Who the fuck is this?’ he asked as he threw the pictures on the bed.

  “He’s my son-our son,” I said as I my words got caught up in my throat.

  Boogie was in the process of throwing on a T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He turned around and spoke to me with the meanest scowl on his face. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  “I wanted to tell you about him, but I was too scared they would hurt him. When I almost died from transporting the drugs, I found out I was four months pregnant. The doctor refused to give me an abortion because I was too far gone in the pregnancy. Without a doubt in my mind, I knew he was yours. I gave him up for adoption to protect him. I never meant to hurt you. I’m so sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner. What was I supposed to do, Boogie? I was a witness for the FEDS and on the run for my life.”
I was on my knees in front of him trying to explain.

  “Get the fuck out!”

  “I’m not leaving, Boogie. we need to talk about this shit.”

  “Bitch, you’re getting the fucking out of here!”

  Boogie slapped me and I fell to the floor. He grabbed my hair and began dragging me out of our bedroom and down the stairs.

  “Please stop! Please stop! Baby, you have to let me explain!”

  I cried and pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. I could feel the hairs on my head being ripped from the roots as he continued to drag me. I fought and I kicked trying to get away from him. He was just too strong for me. Once we got by the door, he flung it open and threw me out on my ass. I tried to hurry up and catch the door before he closed it, but I wasn’t quick enough. He threw my purse and a pair of gym shoes out of the window. I was glad I had on a jogging suit. I continued to bang on the door, but he never opened it for me.

  I got inside my car and drove to the house that Juan had left for me. I was glad that it was already furnished. Once I made it to the house, I had the urge to pee. After finding a bathroom I sat down to piss and that’s when I saw small amounts of blood. I hopped back in the car and drove myself to the hospital. It was then I realized I never told got a chance to tell Boogie I was pregnant. I also needed to tell him about Lupe’s visit. That old bitch is up to no good.

  After going to the emergency room, the doctor informed me that I was twelve weeks pregnant. He told me to just get some rest. The visit from Lupe had my nerves all rattled. I was so worried about my mother. I needed to talk to someone about what was going on. I was scared to call my brothers because they would know about my son. I needed my girls to help me. Right about now, they’re my last hope. I was not about to pay Lupe shit. I would kill that bitch dead before I let her ruin my family. I’ve worked hard to rebuild my life. She will not come in and tear down everything that I have built.