Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (12 page)

After confirming my appointment at the beauty salon, I
sashayed my ass downstairs ready to head out formy transformation.
I damn near had an "Anna" moment and fell down the fucking stairs, when to my shock Detective Moore was standing in the
foyer with Supreme.

That fool is supposed to be dead with a bullet to the back of his head.
What the fuck happened? Devon, you have some explaining to do!

"Good morning ... well I should say afternoon, Maya,"
Detective Moore said with a pleasant smile.

"Hi," I replied dryly. "Back so soon? I see you couldn't
stay away."

"I did come back yesterday to speak to Mr. Mills. I
understand you, him and the baby were out all day."

I slightly nodded my head, giving no verbal feedback.

"But today's visit is courtesy of Mr. Mills. You see he
gave me a call today and I rushed right over."

"I'm sure you did. Supreme, is everything okay?" I asked,
trying to disguise my annoyance with the detective.

"No, nothing is okay anymore."

"What's wrong?"

"I got a letter from Precious," he revealed with pure
depression in his voice.

Yes! I cheered inside. "A letter? What did it say...is Precious
alright7" I sounded so damn concerned for a second I forgot
that I was the one that had the bitch on lockdown.

Supreme didn't respond, as if in a state of shock, so
Detective Moore decided to be his spokesperson.

"Apparently, Mrs. Mills feels she needs some space and
isn't sure if she's coming back to her family."

"What! That doesn't sound like Precious."

"You know, Maya, I have to agree with you," Detective
Moore said in an eerie way. "I met with Mrs. Mills numerous
times during the kidnapping ordeal of their daughter and
she didn't strike me as the type of woman who would walk away from her family. If for some reason she did want to
leave she would tell you to your face not in a letter."

I felt my cheeks burning up and hoped they hadn't turned
the color red. "What do you think, Supreme? Do you believe
it... did Precious really write the letter?"

"It's definitely her handwriting," he acknowledged.

"But I'm going to have it submitted to our crime lab and have
the validity authenticated," Detective Moore added. I expected
that would happen anyway, that's why I was so fucking careful
with the handling of the letter.

"I think that's a good idea. Maybe Precious didn't write
it, Supreme."

"Or maybe somebody forced her to," Detective Moore
said out the blue, damn near knocking the wind out of me.

"Forced her! What do you mean by that?"

"Maya, you seem like an intelligent young lady. I think
you know what the word `force' means."

"Of course I know what it means. I'm simply asking
who would force Precious to write that letter and why
would you think somebody did."

"Because I'm a detective and that's what we do, think
of every scenario when investigating a case... especially
one that is as complex as this."

If I'd been packing, more than likely I would've
pulled out my heat right then and started blasting on that
loose lip fool.

"Mr. Mills, I'm personally delivering this letter to the crime lab
today and I'll get back to you when I find out anything."

"Thank you, I'll be waiting to hear from you."

Supreme walked Detective Moore to the door and
I waited in the living room. The detective had me so worked up I had to sit down and relax. I was supposed to
be acting as Supreme's rock and couldn't let him see the
chips falling off my exterior. I stood up when Supreme
came in the living room ready to lend my support.

"Supreme, I'm sure after the crime lab runs tests it'll
reveal that Precious didn't write the letter," I said, knowing
it would reveal the opposite.

"It damn sure looked like her handwriting to me. I tore
this house up looking for every piece of paper Precious
wrote-anything on to compare to the letter, and I know
in my heart it was her handwriting."

"But what about the detective's theory that somebody forced
Precious to write it?" I had to know if Supreme believed that
because if he did, he would never let go and I wouldn't have a
chance in the world to win his love."

"I want to believe she was forced because the thought
of her turning her back on me and Aaliyah...I don't know
if I could deal with that. Precious is the love of my life.
What could I have done to make her stop loving me and
to leave our daughter? And the only person I keep going
back to is Nico."

"You think Precious could've left you for Nico?"

"I don't know, but he was the last person she spoke to on
the phone and they do share some sort of sick connection."

"I know what you mean," I said as if reluctant.

"Why do you say than Did Precious say something to you?"

"One day when we were having girl talk and discussing
the men in our lives. I was saying how Clip had been my
first love and I couldn't believe I fell so hard for such an
evil man. She then said her first love had his own streak
of evil in him. Of course that threw me off because there isn't anything remotely evil about you, Supreme."

"So what did Precious say?"

"Her comment threw me off, so I said, `Precious, what
are you talking about? Supreme is the sweetest man I've
ever met. Why would you say he had a streak of evil in
him?' That's when she told me she wasn't speaking about
you, but of Nico."

Supreme put his head down as if he wanted to cry like
a baby.

"I'm sorry, Supreme. I didn't want to hurt you. You
asked me a question and you seem so torn. I only wanted
to help."

"I know, Maya but I wasn't expecting to hear that. But
honestly, I'm not totally surprised. If you'll excuse me, I
need some time alone."

"I understand. Where's Aaliyah?"

"She's upstairs taking a nap."

"I was going to run some errands but I can stay here so
when Aaliyah wakes up I can take care of her."

"That's sweet of you, Maya, but my parents are
flying in today. They should be getting on my private jet
any minute now."

"Oh how nice. How long are they going to be visiting?"

"Just for the day. They're taking Aaliyah back to Jersey
with them. I'm going to have her stay at their house for a
couple of weeks so I can handle things on my end."

"Just know that I have your back and I'll be more than
willing to help you take care of Aaliyah for however long
you need."

"Thank you. I might have to take you up on that when
Aaliyah returns in a couple of weeks. But they miss their granddaughter and right now I have to get down to the
bottom of this bullshit with Precious. With Aaliyah here I
wouldn't be able to focus on this the way that I need to."

"I understand. Does that mean you want me to leave too?"

"Maya, no," Supreme said, reaching out taking my hand.
"I don't know what I would've done without you. You've
been a source of sanity for me these last few weeks. You can
stay as long as you like. I actually welcome the company. I
mean look around. This place is pretty fuckin' huge."

"Thank you, Supreme. I thought with Precious gone
you might be ready for me to leave since we are best
friends-or at least I thought we were. Part of me wants
to believe that something bad has happened to Precious
so I can understand her leaving and not telling me where
she went. I too would feel betrayed if she ran off with
Nico without at least telling me bye and explaining why
she did it."

"I've been so caught up in how this bullshit got me
fucked up that I haven't even considered your feelings. I
apologize, Maya. I know Precious is like a sister to you so
I know you're hurting too. You've been so strong through
all this shit that I took it for granted."

"Don't apologize. We have to continue to be strong for
one another and hopefully Precious will be coming back
home soon." Supreme hadn't yet let go of my hand so I
took it one step further and gave him a slight hug, and to my
delight he reciprocated with a firm squeeze.

Damn this nigga feel good... and smell good too! I
know Precious going through withdrawals missing the
dick downs this fine chocolate motherfucker was stroking
her with.

"Since you don't need me, I'ma head out and run my errands."

"Okay, I'll see you later on."

"Yeah, and make sure you give Aaliyah a goodbye kiss for
me. Tell her Auntie Maya is going to miss her."

"I will. I know under the circumstances it will be difficult, but
try and enjoy yourself today, you deserve it."

"You keep telling me that, Supreme as if you don't
deserve to enjoy yourself too."

"One thing at a time," Supreme smiled before heading
to his office.

When I got in my car the first thing I did was dial
Devon's number. I started the ignition, anxious for dude
to pick up.

"Yo!" he said, like he had been waiting for my call.
"Meet me at our spot ...now!" I said and hung up. I
kept the call short and to the point, because although I
doubted it, you never knew who was listening in.

I slipped in my Year of the Gentleman CD needing to
listen to some smooth R&B with all the drama unfolding,
which seemed crazy since I was the one behind most of it.
As I drove towards the restaurant on Robertson Boulevard,
all the reasons that had brought me to this place in my life
right now streamlined through my head. It all started and
ended with Precious. I had these love/hate feelings towards
her. She was everything I wanted to be and had everything I
wanted which made me hate her, but those very same things
made me love her too. The reasoning behind this shit was
so twisted that it was difficult for me to grasp sometimes. But
one thing was for certain; I intended on keeping my eyes on
the prize... Supreme.

When I pulled up in the parking lot I noticed Devon's car was already there. "Shit, he must've been already circling
the area when I called," I said, rushing to get out of the car
because I was determined to make my hair appointment.

"I can explain," Devon stood up and said as soon as he
saw me coming up to the table.

I sat down, motioning him to do the same. I didn't
want to draw any attention to us and his big black ass
standing up as if he got busted fucking around, and trying
to apologize wasn't helping.

"What, was you around the corner when I called?"

"Not exactly around the corner but close to it. I had a
feeling I'd be hearing from you. But listen," Devon lowered
his voice before continuing. "The reason I couldn't hit old
boy off was because he came home with some honey.
I guess even cops have late night booty calls. I didn't
want to take no chances and have to kill both of them.
Tonight though, I'm on it. He's going down, and if he got
somebody with him, they going down too."

"Delete that."

"What? You don't want me to kill whoever with him
too? I mean we can't leave no witnesses."

"No, I mean delete killing Moore. . .at least for the moment."

"WhY?"

"Supreme got that letter from Precious I had her write.
He took it upon himself to call in the detective. Let's just
say the detective is suspicious about this so-called letter
and is having it checked out at the crime lab. Of course
Precious did write it and I want the detective to get the
information and bring it back to Supreme. If we kill him
before that it would do us more harm than good."

"But you know he's a problem. How long do you really want to keep him around?"

"Until I set a few more things in motion. You never
know. The detective might become useful."

"If you say so, but I don't see how."

"You sure are singing a whole other tune. At first you
didn't want any parts of taking the cat out, now you mad
that I want you to cease fire."

"You made a strong argument as to why he had to go
and I felt you on that. But if you want to keep him around
a little longer, I'm game."

"Wonderful. But of course I'll let you know when to
make your move."

"I got you. But I guess that means I won't be getting my
gratitude treat anytime soon?"

"You never know, so keep your finger on the trigger.
Now, I have an appointment to get to. I'll be in touch." I
grabbed my purse and I was off to my next stop.

I had fifteen minutes to get to the salon, but luckily it
was on North Canon Drive, which wasn't too far from
where I was. The traffic was light so I breezed to the spot,
and what a spot it was. This was the type of high-end
establishment that you were on time for, because unless
you were one of their many celebrity clients, coming late
meant your name was crossed off the appointment book.
The valet was waiting with a smile on his face when
I stepped out of my jag. The much younger knockoff
looking Brad Pitt attendee even offered to give my car a
detailed washing while I was getting my hair did, and of
course I agreed.

I strolled into the sexy bungalow-style salon feeling like
a star myself. I thought the place would have a typical, overrated Hollywood that thinks they are somebody aura,
but it was the opposite. The staff of bleach blondes, red
heads and brunettes were too friendly and almost overly
accommodating, offering me everything from champagne
to a personal stylist to pick out a new wardrobe to go
with my new hairstyle. The life of the rich and privileged
had my name written all over it.

"Miss, you can come this way," the stylist who I assumed
was doing my hair said. When I sat down I fell in love
with the garden terrace that was complete with fountains
and rose bushes. I had a clear view because of the floorto-ceiling windows.

"This is the life for me," I mumbled out loud.

"I'm sorry, Miss, what did you say?"

"Oh nothing, just thinking out loud."

"So what are you having done today?"

"I want some coloring, highlights and hair extensions.,,