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

"Point made. But um, can you turn around and give me
some privacy?"

"Oh please! I've seen everything you got, remember?"

"How can I forget? You did rape me!"

"Why don't you admit it, Precious?"

"Admit what?"

`That you wanted it. That tight pussy was hot for me."

'This cup can't hold my piss and vomit, and that's what I'm about to do if you keep on with that repulsive shit."

"Now, now, now, how soon we forget. You were
practically begging for the dick when you had your legs
spread open and I finger fucked you on the mahogany
desk in your den."

"That was before I knew what a sick monster you
are and that you were responsible for trying to have my
husband killed."

"Those are all minor things and it still doesn't change the fact
that you wanted me just as much as I wanted you."

"Will you please just turn around?" I waited for a few
seconds and Mike finally turned his back towards me. It
was some uncomfortable shit trying to squat down to piss
with one wrist in a handcuff and shackles on your legs,
but l managed.

As I was finishing up I eyed Mike contemplating if there
was anyway I could make a move that could get me the
fuck out of here. He was a few feet away from me and I
could see the keys to the locks in his hand. I wondered,
if I could get him closer and toss the urine in his face and
then maybe use my fingers to dig in his eyes, would that
give me enough time to somehow grab the keys, unchain
myself and break out? Shit, under my current conditions I
had nothing to lose.

I gripped the rim of the cup firmly, seriously pondering
the scheme I had devised in my head. Although it seemed
like a long shot, I was ready to take my chance... that was
until we got company.

"Good morning, dear brother," Maya said, strolling
down the stairs. With Maya in the room I knew I would
have to revisit my escape plan another time.

"What's good? I wasn't expecting you this early."

"I know, but I'm going to be a busy bee today, so I
wanted to check in with you as early as possible."

"I feel you. How's it going on over there in Supreme's
household? I'm sure by now he's wondering why his wife
hasn't come the fuck home," Mike chuckled, smiling in
my direction.

"Poor Supreme isn't taking it very well. And it didn't
help that you idiots left the fucking car in the parking lot
by Cartier. Why didn't you move that shit?"

"Maya, we didn't have time for all that. We were trying to
get in and out without raising any sort of suspicion."

"Don't you think it looks suspicious that you left her
vehicle by a store that she never went into?"

"That was the best place to grab shorty. Wasn't nobody
around and we figured it would take a minute for
anybody to notice the car sitting there. But shit, at least
we grabbed her cell and tossed that shit. If we had left
it at the scene it would've really looked like some foul
play. She could've parked her car there and decided to
bounce. Don't nobody know for sure."

"Damn! Could the two of you please stop talking about
me like I ain't sitting right here?" I said, getting exhausted
just listening to their bickering.

"As far as I'm concerned you ain't here unless I need you
for some shit," Maya retorted like she was some bigwig.

"Fuck all that! How did Supreme find the car and what
happened after that?" Mike butted in, wanting to get down
to the facts and not dwelling on Maya's fiction.

"Cartier called wanting to know why Precious hadn't
come to pick up her shit, and when Supreme and I left the store he saw a tow truck taking the car away. So
that turned into a big production. He ended up filing an
unofficial missing person's report with the police officer
and then speaking with the driver of the tow truck."

"What you mean `unofficial' report?" Mike questioned, and
my ears were burning up extra hard hoping my husband was
on the case and not falling for Maya's slick ass innocent role.

"You know, technically you're supposed to have to
wait twenty-four hours before filling a missing person's
report. But the officer went ahead and took it because of
the whole car episode. That's why I'm pissed that you all
didn't dump that shit somewhere."

"Get the fuck over it. Our priority was snatching
up Precious and that's what we did. All that other
shit is immaterial."

"You may not care, but I'm the one who has to keep
Supreme under control. This nigga already flipping and
he ain't even found a body or no shit."

"What did you expect, Maya? I'm his wife, the mother
of his child. Of course he's flipping, and he gonna be
doing a lot more than that when he finds out your kneedeep in this shit."

"Bitch, please! You ain't the end all be all. The same
way he was getting pussy before he met you, he'll be
getting it after you, so let me worry about Supreme."

"Maya, can you get off Supreme's dick for one second and
tell me the move that nigga tryna make next?"

Maya gritted her teeth and rolled her eyes at Mike,
obviously agitated that he wasn't a supporter over her
obsession with Supreme. I figured right then that the only
way I even had a slight chance of getting out of here was using Mike's hatred towards Supreme to my advantage,
but how to do it was the difficult part. One thing was
for sure and two for certain, Mike Owens was not to be
underestimated, and he was no dummy. In fact, he was
one of the smartest men I had ever encountered. That's
why it was such a fucking waste that he was a complete
sociopath."

"Real talk, he playing his shit close to the vest."

That's right baby, shut that trifling ho down! I smiled to myself.

"He definitely believes there has been some foul play
involved, but he isn't sharing with me what or who he thinks
is responsible. I don't want to pry too much and then bring
suspicion on me. I'm playing it cool."

"That's the smart way to move, but still find a way to stay on
top of his shit. You don't want any unexpected surprises."

"I got you."

"Is Devon coming over today?"

"I doubt it. Supreme was mad skeptical when we left to
go to Cartier yesterday and Devon hadn't arrived for his
shift. That's why I had told that motherfucker not to get
missing."

"Was he able to smooth shit over with Supreme?"

"I think so. When we got back home Devon was there
and gave him some excuse about some emergency
coming up with his girl. Supreme seemed to have bought
it, but I told Devon to stay within sniffing distance of
Supreme until shit mellow out."

"That's cool. And how's Aaliyah?" Mike questioned,
actually sounding genuinely concerned.

"She's doing fine."

"I know she must be wondering where her mother is."

"Yeah, but kids are resilient. She'll get over it,"
Maya shrugged.

I tried to stay out of their conversation, but hearing
Aaliyah's name made my blood start bubbling. "No she's
mot gonna get over it! She ain't a puppy, Maya, she's my
little girl!"

"Was your little girl."

"It don't matter what you do to me, Aaliyah will always be
my child and ain't nothing gonna change that."

"I'm so sick of hearing your self righteous jabber. Maybe
if I take this," Maya snarled as she reached towards my
neck, ripping my pink diamond necklace off, "You'll shut
the fuck up and acknowledge that little happy family life
you were living is now over."

A shiver shook through my body and I looked down at
my bare neck. That necklace was a symbol of the love and
bond that I shared with Supreme. The last and only time I
had been without it was when Mike took it off my neck that
night he raped me. And now Maya was raping me again
when she snatched it off.

"You're going to burn in hell for that, Maya!"

"You talking a lot of shit for someone who is already
living there. Huh, and you stink! Mike, give this bitch
a bath. I have to go and check on my man, Supreme
anyway." Maya was doing her best to rub it in my face
that I was without my child and my husband.

I felt a tear beating to drop out of my eye, but I refused
to let it fall. I would not let that trick or her brother
know they were breaking me. I took a deep breath and
swallowed hard, getting pumped up.

"I ain't the only one who needs a bath!" I mocked, tossing the cup of piss I was still holding in her face.
"Now who stink?"

At first Maya was so stunned by what I did she wasn't sure
what I had thrown on her, but then the stench kicked in and
she was incensed. "Heffa, I'ma kill you right now!" Maya
howled as she lunged at me.

Mike rushed over to block Maya from unleashing her
beat down as I used my one free hand to try to get some
licks in. "Maya, chill!"

"Don't tell me to chill! I'ma fuck her up!" Maya continued
screaming and swinging her arms.

"I'll handle Precious. You go clean yourself up."

Maya stayed eyeing me with flames sprouting from her
head. I stared right back and even cracked a smile, happy
to have been given a chance to fuck her day up the way
she had been fucking up mine.

"I ain't done with you!" Maya warned as Mike walked
her piss-soaked ass up the stairs.

My insides were dancing around and doing cartwheels, thrilled that I had put the bitch in her place if only
for a few minutes.

By the time Mike came back from walking Maya upstairs
I had eliminated my joyous smile and put back on my
stoic exterior.

"I was planning on giving you a decent meal today, but
after that shit you pulled that's dead," Mike said, locking
my free hand back in the handcuff.

"It was worth it. Maya deserved that shit and then some."

"Let's see if you feel that way when all you get is a
biscuit for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But on the real,"
Mike said with a frown, "You are a bit funky, so I'ma take you upstairs so you can shower."

"Wow, I get a bath! Why do you even care what I look
or smell like?"

"Shit, I gotta look at your ass everyday for at least the next
couple of weeks. I prefer for you to be decent."

"Why are you going to keep me alive for at least the
next couple of weeks?"

"Mind your business. Like I said, I'm in control."

"If you're so in control, how can you allow your sister
to talk about Aaliyah that way? Especially when you know
there is a possibility that she could very well be your
daughter." I caught Mike off guard with that and he didn't
know how to come back at me. His jaws began flinching
and nostrils flaring. I wanted to get the nigga worked up
and felt he had opened the door, so I decided to kick it
in. "Oh, you stumped for words. Maya working you like
she running the show and disrespecting your seed like
you a clown nigga. I mean what's really good?"

"Yo, shut the fuck up! Maya ain't running shit."

"Then how you gonna allow her to threaten to
hurt Aaliyah?"

"Maya is all talk. She would never hurt an innocent
child. We brutal, but not like that. I warned her about the
Aaliyah threats and you see she stopped."

"Yeah, she stopped in front of you, but you don't have
any clue what Maya's doing when she get behind closed
doors and is alone with her."

"Precious, I know what you're trying to do, and I'm not
feeding into that bullshit. If Aaliyah is my daughter, not only
will I guarantee not even so much as a hair on her head will
be harmed, but she will also grow up with me."

"Excuse me, how in hell will you pull that off, given
that you're an escaped convict."

"You always dwelling on the minor obstacles. I'm into
doing major shit. Now marinate on that while I go check
on Maya."

I let out a sigh of revulsion watching Mike leave. The
idea of him raising Aaliyah was nauseating. Mike was a
wanted man, and the only way he could raise Aaliyah
was if he left the country. Without a doubt in my mind
that was exactly what the motherfucker planned on doing
after I was dead and out the picture. Knowing the clock
was ticking with time not being on my side, I was intent
on finding a way to turn brother against sister. But there
was no denying that it would be over my dead body to
let that scenario come to fruition. I had already begun
planting the seeds and it was still a work in progress.

"I can't believe that bitch threw her nasty ass piss on me!"
I kept belting out loud as I drove home. Luckily I always
kept an extra set of clothes, shoes and other feminine
products in my trunk for emergency purposes, because
that shit right there was definitely an urgent situation.
How would I have explained to Supreme why I smelled
like some damn urine? Precious' egotistical ass was a
pain even though she was on lock down. I was looking
forward to the day I would lullaby that ass and have her
out of all of our lives once and for all.

As I was relishing in my thoughts of ending Precious'
life, my daydreaming came to a halt. I noticed one police
car and what looked to be an unmarked car parked in the
driveway as I drove past the gates.