Living for Love and Dying for Loyalty 3 Read online

  I jumped out of the car and tightened the hood on my jacket. I patted my pocket to make sure my gun was in place. I made my way up to her door and inserted the key in the lock. The door opened and the inside of the house was pitch black. I heard the TV playing upstairs. I walked up the stairs and found her bedroom. For a bitch who had done so much to hurt others, she was real comfortable and sleeping peacefully.

  “Wake up, bitch!”

  I slapped her so hard across the face that bitch jumped up and started swinging. I drop kicked the bitch in the midsection and she fell back on the bed and doubled over in pain. I instantly took my gun out and aimed it at her ass.

  “Oh shit now! Big bad Trish has show up and showed out.” Carmen was clapping and laughing at the same time. This bitch was nuttier than a fruitcake.

  “Shut the fuck up and sit down before I kill your ass now instead of later.” Carmen was dead ass wrong if she thought she was going to die on her terms. I was running this show and I was going to kill her ass as I saw fit.

  “Girl bye. Stop it with the dramatics. Let’s get this shit over with, bitch. I don’t have shit to live for. You have my man and our kids. I gave him full custody. You should be thanking me. Go ahead, Trish take my life. Please take me out of my misery. You failed the first time and I’m quite sure your weak ass will miss again. How does it feel to have my family, Trish? Yeah, you finally gave Markese a son, but I gave him his first-born son and daughter. Bitch, that trumps your little baby. Have a seat. Let’s talk about why you’re really here.”

  “We’re way past the talking stage, Carmen.”

  I emptied my clip in that bitch. I watched as her body fell limp back on the bed. I watched as she suffered and gasped for air. I wasn’t quite finished just yet. I took the lighter from my pocket and set the curtains on fire. The room became engulfed in flames. From the doorway, I watched as that bitch struggled to breathe not only from her bullet wounds, but from the smoke. I wanted that bitch to burn up and suffer for all the pain she caused not only me, but my fucking family. I ran out of the house.

  I sat back in my car and fired up another blunt as I watched her entire house go up in smoke. I felt so vindicated as I started my car up and drove away. Checkmate Bitch!

  I drove around aimlessly until I found myself sitting outside of Markese’s house. I wanted to talk to him about our marriage and the crime I had just committed. I knew he was going to be mad that I offed Carmen but he would have to deal with it. I tried calling him, but there was no answer. I knew he was there because his car was parked in the driveway. After debating for about thirty minutes, I decided to drive off. As soon as I got ready to turn on the ignition, his door opened up and he walked out, but he wasn’t alone. He was with the same chick he was with at the club. My heart sank as I watched their interaction. They were hand in hand. I was crying because I was hurt and mad. My emotions got the best of me and I was out of the car walking towards them.

  “So, ya’ll a couple now?” I asked as I stood in front of them, blocking them from walking to his car.

  “Trish, move out the way. I don’t have time for the bullshit. You have no right to ask me any questions about my personal life. You wanted out of this shit, right? Not to mention you’ve been keeping company with that nigga. So take your ass home and stop embarrassing yourself.”

  “I’m not embarrassing myself. I suggest you get rid of this bitch because I need to talk to you.”

  The bitch was getting ready to say something, but Markese gave her that look that said don’t say shit. I prayed she said something I was ready to knock the fuck out of her. Didn’t I tell this half-breed trick that he was my husband?

  “Well, right now is not a good time. Come back tomorrow and we can talk,” he said as he pulled her back inside the house and slammed the door. I stood there for a minute trying to get over the fact that he just talked to me the way he did. I wanted to bust every window out of his car. That would only cause more chaos. I got back in my car and went straight to the crib . I made sure I got rid of the gun I killed Carmen with. As soon as I pulled into my driveway, a text came through my phone from Yasir.

  What you doing Ma?

  Nothing getting ready for bed.

  Do you want some company?

  Yeah. I would love for you to come over.

  Any other time I would have never even allowed Yasir inside of my house out of fear that Markese would come over, but he hasn’t stepped in the house since the day he left. Plus, he was laid up with that bitch anyway. I needed to be held and made love to in a way that Markese hadn’t. I jumped in the shower and waited for Yasir to arrive. I left the door open for him so that I wouldn’t have to go downstairs and open it when he arrived. I laid in bed, naked, waiting for him to arrive.

  In the midst of trying, to wait up for him I fell asleep. The feeling of someone rubbing their hands up and down my legs jarred me from my sleep. I woke up and Yasir was under the cover making his way towards my pussy. He licked all the way from my feet to the opening of my pussy. The feeling of his wet tongue on my body made me shiver and get goose bumps all over my body. His tongue game was electrifying.

  “Oh shit ,Yasir. That shit feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

  I grabbed his hair and ran my fingers through it as he buried his tongue deep within my walls. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled him up because I wanted to feel him inside of me.

  “You taste so good, Trish.” Yasir said as he positioned himself in between my legs. I reached up and kissed him tasting all of my juices.

  Yasir took the head of his dick and moved it up and down my opening until I became soaking wet. He inserted himself inside of me and we became as one as he began to make slow and sensual strokes. I swear I felt every inch of him inside of me. He was hitting all the right spots. I had my eyes closed and my head all the way back as I moaned out in pleasure. The clicking sound of a gun caused both of us to stop in midstroke. Yasir jumped up before he could react. Markese, Boogie, Rahmeek, Killa, and Hassan were beating the shit out of him. All I could do was cry and beg for them to stop. This shit was my fault. I would never be able to forgive myself if they killed him.

  “Please stop before you kill him!”

  I had pulled the covers up over my body and was standing in the corner screaming and hollering begging for them to stop. There was blood all over the walls and the bed. Yasir was kind of big so he wasn’t going out without a fight. He was trying his best to fight back, but he was no match for these psychotic motherfuckers. After what seemed like an eternity Yasir finally stopped fighting and moving for that matter. His face was unrecognizable. I cringed at the sight of his eye hanging out of the socket. I knew he was dead. All I could do was sit in the corner of the bedroom and sob. I felt totally responsible for his death. I watched as Killa, Hassan, Rahmeek, and Boogie dragged Yasir’s naked body out of the room. Markese was out of breath and looking at me. I knew he was coming for my ass next. I tried to run out of the room, but Markese caught me by my hair and slammed my ass on the floor with so much force that all the air was knocked out my lungs.

  “Really bitch! You the love that nigga that much you’re fucking him in my bed and pleading for his fucking life! Regardless of anything I have ever done to you, I have never violated our home by fucking another bitch in it! You call yourself getting you some revenge?”

  I was in so much pain I couldn’t even respond. I knew at any moment he was about to rain blows down on me.

  “I want you out of my motherfucking house. I already got my son from my momma’s house since you insist on dropping him off with her and my father every chance you get. Now I know why. So you can be a hoe!”

  Markese got up and left my ass on the floor. I balled up in a fetal position and I cried. I don’t know how long I laid on the floor. I was too damn scared to move out of fear that Markese was somewhere lurking to lay hands on my ass. I finally gathered the courage to get up and went into the guest room and lay across the bed. I could hear Markese t
alking to the rest of the crew. I would just leave when I knew he was gone. I was ashamed and embarrassed. I couldn’t face him or the crew. I wonder what the fuck they did with Yasir’s body that fast.

  The next morning I woke up and the previous nights events came back to my mind. I sat up on the side of the bed for a minute before I walked out of the room. I was scared to look inside my bedroom because it was so damn bloody. I peeped in and it was spotless. It looked as if nothing had ever happened. I must have really been sleeping because I heard nothing. I was wrapped up in the same sheet I had the previous night. I looked out of the window and Yasir’s car was gone. I hoped that they had let him go, but in my heart, I knew that he was sleeping with the fishes. I heard the kids downstairs in the kitchen. I became scared because I wasn’t ready to face Markese. I jumped in the shower and the water felt so good as it hit my body. I placed my head under the water and cried. After letting it all out, I dried myself and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt along with a pair of wheat Timberlands. Markese wanted me out of the house and I wasn’t about to fight to stay. I packed as much as I could.

  When I went downstairs, Markese was sitting on the couch with his head in hands. That meant he was still upset and I needed to hurry up and get the fuck out of dodge.

  “Hey Mommy!” Gabriella and Juan said as they wrapped their arms around my waist. Lil Markese ran towards me as well. I picked him up and kissed him all over his face.

  “Hey, my babies.” I hugged and kissed them. I looked over at Markese and we made eye contact. It looked like he had been crying.

  “Where are you going, Mommy? Can we go with you?”

  “Let me talk to Daddy first. Take your brother and ya’ll go to the movie room and watch Frozen. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

  Gabriella did as she was told and I watched them to make sure that were completely out of earshot. Lately, they have seen so much drama. The last thing I wanted them to know is that their father caught their mother fucking another man.

  I sat down on the couch next to Markese. There were many things I wanted to say, but the words wouldn’t come out.

  “Thug was gunned down last night.” He said as he laid his back on the couch. That’s when I saw fresh tears falling down his face. He and Thug were really close so I knew this had fucked Markese all up.

  “Oh my God! What the fuck happened?”

  “He was shot outside the club. Niggas shot him in front of his fucking wife and mother. That was some bitch ass shit to do. He has four shorties at home that need him. I can’t believe my fucking nigga is gone.”

  I was now crying because I felt so sorry. Thug is the glue that held their family together. I know Tahari is going through it. She and Thug have that type of love that bitches wish for. I needed to get over to her house and console her. We had become so close since we were introduced last year. I grabbed my keys from the coffee table and was ready to head out the door.

  “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Markese roared.

  “I was going to go over and sit with Tahari and the kids.”

  “You can call her on the phone. I want you to get the kids some clothes and take them to the condo. Go straight there. Don’t go anywhere without me knowing. Shit is about to get real out here behind this shit. Plus, I’m not too trusting of you and the fucking company you keep.”

  Markese walked right past my ass out of the door. I wanted to say something back to his ass, but I knew that he was upset. I packed the kids up and we all headed over to his condo. As I drove, all I could think about is all the events that had taken place in a matter of twenty-four hours. Markese was trying to avoid me, but I really needed to talk to him about Carmen before he heard about her death.

  Chapter 23- Markese

  It’s one thing to know that your wife is fucking with a nigga, but it’s a whole different story when you see the shit with your own eyes. No matter what I have done to Trish, I would never violate the house that we have built together by bringing a bitch there. I just keep seeing that nigga fucking my wife. The look on her face let me know she was enjoying that shit. Accompanied with the fact that my fucking cousin was just murked made me lose my cool. My emotions got the best of me and I started beating the fuck out of that nigga and my crew followed suit.

  The ultimate disrespect came when this bitch was in the corner begging and pleading for this nigga’s life. It took everything inside of me not to beat the shit out of her ass. I wanted to kill her ass, but I couldn’t kill the mother of my child. Her little boyfriend wasn’t so lucky. He was in the wrong fucking place at the wrong fucking time.

  When Trish showed up at my condo unexpectedly, I was actually getting ready to take Nadia home. Nadia and I were not a couple. I had only had sex with her once and that was the night of the grand opening. Nadia wanted more than I was willing to give her. I wanted to fix things with my marriage. I told Nadia that it was best she moved on because there was no future for us.

  Trish showing up like that and demanding that I talk to her had really pissed me off. Who the fuck did Trish think she was? she no longer wanted to be in a relationship, Not me. I tried on several occasions to fix our shit. She had even got to a point where she was trying to keep my son away from me. I left it alone and fell back. I agreed with the shit because I knew she had become overwhelmed with the Carmen situation. Trish was hurting and she was no longer happy being with me. What the fuck did she want me to do?

  She wanted her space so I gave it to her. We both found comfort in other people. The only difference was I never had my son around Nadia and we never fucked in the house we shared. this bitch had my seed around this nigga. I spent my hard earned money building her that dream house. I don’t give a fuck what nobody thinks. That bitch violated the code by bringing that nigga in my shit. It doesn’t matter if we were separated. I don’t play no disrespectful ass shit like that. Her ass is lucky she’s still breathing. If Trish knows what’s good for her she will tread lightly around me.

  The city temporarily closed the club due to the ongoing shooting investigation. With us having criminal backgrounds and being known drug dealers, the police pulled all type of stunts to get our licenses revoked. We all had our ears to the streets trying to figure out who had hit Thug up. Malik and Sarge were quite sure it came from the Italians, but I wasn’t too trusting of that theory. The Italians would not have waited until he was coming out of a fucking nightclub. If they wanted to get at him, they would have run up in the crib and killed the entire family including the kids. That’s just how they got down.

  The events that had transpired over the last twenty four hours had a nigga exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to the crib and go to bed. I pulled into my driveway and I sat there for about an hour before going inside. I smoked a blunt and drank the last of the Remy I had left over from a fifth I had grabbed earlier with Malik. I needed to be tipsy if I had to be around Trish’s ass. I have so much anger and frustration inside of me I might end up killing her bitch ass.

  My phone was constantly beeping alerting me that I had voicemails. I hadn’t been answering any of my phone calls because I was mourning with my family. As if I didn’t have enough problems, the first damn voicemail I heard added to the never ending bullshit.

  Mr. Jackson, this is Detective Santo and it’s imperative that we speak. I’m not sure if you are aware, but a property in which you own in Wicker Park was burned down yesterday evening. We have reason to believe that this was arson. The body of a unidentified woman was found burned beyond recognition. There is now a pending homicide investigation. The body has been transferred over to the Cook County Medical Examiner’s Office for autopsy. We need to speak in person ASAP. My number is773-888-8000. If you don’t come in voluntarily, we will come to you.

  I became so angry about the message that I began to bang my fists against the steering wheel. This was the last fucking thing I needed. The police are about to be all up in my shit. I was definitely going down to the station to talk to his
ass with my lawyer.

  I immediately hit up my lawyer and made plans to go in and talk to the detective the following day. It was about three in the morning when I finally walked into the crib. I entered my bedroom and Trish was laying on her stomach in a white lace panty and bra set. She looked sexy as fuck to me. I rocked up just looking at her fat ass sitting up real nice and pretty. Her cheeks were hanging out the bottom.

  Temptation was a bitch. However, I wasn’t ready to even touch her, let alone make love to her. I immediately took a long cold shower. Once I was finished, I stepped out of the bathroom and Trish was sitting up in bed. She was biting her bottom lip so I knew she had something she wanted to say. I didn’t want to hear shit she had to say. I threw on a pair of boxers and laid down in the bed and turned my back to her.

  “Markese, I need to talk to you about something.”

  “I’m not in the mood to talk right now. So lay your ass back down and go to sleep!”

  “I killed Carmen.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  I had sat up in bed and was now facing her and she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I had to roughly pull her face towards me so that she could look me in my face. Tears were streaming down her face at this point.

  “I killed Carmen,” she repeated as she yanked her face out of my hands.

  “Why would you do some shit like that without hollering at me first? Do you have any fucking idea what you have done?” Before I knew it, I had slapped the shit out of her.

  “Motherfucker! Don’t put your hands on me!”

  Trish had punched me in my nose causing my shit to leak instantly. I was bent over holding my nose when she punched my ass in my eye. Before I could even counter she was raining down blows on my ass. I fell back on the bed and that’s when she straddled me and had her hot pink nine millimeter pointing at my ass. This bitch had lost her mind.