The Dirty Divorce (2 page)

“Is it my turn yet?” one goon asked.

The attacker smiled. “Yeah, go ahead. I’ve had enough pussy for now.”

“Nooooo. Stop it!” I screamed with terror as the tallest of the goons began to stick his skinny fingers inside of me.

He asked for the keys to the handcuffs so he could flip me over. All I could think was, this couldn’t be happening to me. Any minute I thought I would wake up and it would all be a nightmare, but that never happened.

“No, please,” I continued to plead. I didn’t know why I thought he would have some type of sympathy.

“Shut up, bitch!” the tall goon belted.

After taking down his pants and boxers, he flipped me over and entered my ass with a forceful thrust. At that moment, I felt like I was going to die. It felt like my anal walls were on fire as he moved in and out at a rapid pace. No KY Jelly or another lubricant for him to have easier access, just completely dry. The pain was excruciating.

Despite my constant screams, the goon moaned and bragged on how tight it felt. As many times as Rich tried to get me to do it, I’d never had anal sex before and now what was so precious to me, was being taken away. My body was filled with so many emotions; fear, anger, and animosity. What did I ever do to deserve this? All I wanted was my husband to come to my rescue. Feeling so weak, I passed out…again.

CHAPTER TWO

Rich

Denie and I were on our way to Cold Stone Creamery for her favorite, cookies and cream ice cream cake; a birthday ritual we’d been doin’ for the past two years when my cell phone began to ring once again. It had been ringin’ non stop for the past two hours from a private number, but everyone in my circle knew that I didn’t answer calls from blocked numbers. However, this time my street intuition kicked in and somethin’ finally told me to answer. Denie was jammin’ to T.I.’s old song, Whatever You Like, when I turned down the radio and pressed the button to accept the call; a call that I had no idea would change the state of my family forever. When the nigga on the other end told me he had my wife, I just sat at the traffic light in a daze… in complete shock. I started to go ballistic, bangin’ on the steerin’ wheel in a psychotic rage.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Denie asked.

I shook my head. “Nothin’, Denie.”

“Then why did you hit the…”

“Denie, please let me think,” I said, cuttin’ her off. My mind began to race. How the fuck did this happen? I began to ask myself. How did my day of happiness, celebratin’ my daughter’s birthday, turn into me havin’ to rescue my wife? I’m gonna kill whoever the fuck is responsible for this.

People were beginnin’ to beep their car horns and yell obscenities when the light turned green, and I still hadn’t moved. Before I could even put my foot back on the gas pedal, a police car pulled up beside us.

“Shit. I don’t need this right now,” I said as soon as I heard the annoyin’-ass police siren. As much as I hated the police, I had to keep my composure, especially since I had a gun under the seat. Just in case the officer wanted to get out of the car and question whether or not my brand new black Range Rover belonged to me, I quickly grabbed my registration out of the glove compartment to stay one step ahead. I watched as a young white female cop wit’ dirty blonde hair rolled down her window. I quickly rolled mine down as well and tried to display a warm smile.

“Sir, is there a problem?” the officer questioned. Even though she didn’t have on any makeup, I could tell she was a cutie. I loved to fuck wit’ white broads since they were the freakiest in the bedroom. However, wit’ my daughter in the car, I didn’t want my eyes to roam too much. That reminds me, I need to get wit’ my white bitch, Brittney, from Ashburn at some point. I haven’t seen her in about a month.

“No, officer, we’re fine. My daughter is asthmatic and we were lookin’ for her inhaler, but we found it. She’s fine now,” I answered, tryin’ to keep my cool. Denie quickly played along by grabbin’ her chest like she couldn’t breathe. She’d been taught well.

“Do you need an ambulance, sir?” the officer asked.

“No ma’am. She’ll be fine, but thank you.”

“Alright you folks be careful,” the officer said, as she drove away.

I looked over at my daughter who had a victory look on her face. Yet she was still worried about somethin’. “You always got my back, huh?” I asked, drivin’ off.

“You know it,” Denie replied, soundin’ like a grown woman more so than a seventeen year old.

Instead of headin’ to Silver Spring, I detoured immediately and made my way to my mother’s house in the Northeast part of the city. Wit’ rapid speed, and a concerned look on my face, Denie knew somethin’ was up.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong now?”

I glanced over at my daughter, who was my twin. A light skinned version of me, and more Hispanic than black, she reminded me of the actress Lauren London wit’ her deep dimples and almond shaped eyes. Not to mention, her body made her look ten years older, which scared me. “Somethin’ came up, so I need you to stay at your grandmother’s house ‘til things get settled.”

Denie sighed. “Oh, no. Please don’t take me over there,” she said wit’ so much disappointment in her eyes.

“Trust me. It’s best if you stay there for a while,” I answered.

“Are you coming back? Please promise that you’re coming back. Suppose they kill y’all.”

I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. I glanced at Denie again. “What are you talkin’ about?”

“The dude who called on the phone. You should’ve never turned down the music because I could hear what he was saying. Just give him what he wants, so you can come back and get me.” Denie was a lot smarter than I gave her credit for.

My baby girl was so much like me, it was scary. She was down for whatever, and could handle whatever came her way, which made me proud. Any other kid would’ve probably been sheddin’ a tear by now. I’d raised both of my kids to be strong. In my line of work, weakness wasn’t an option.

“Don’t worry, baby. I promise I’ll come back and get you. I’ll never leave you again. Who’s Daddy’s girl?”

Denie was hesitant at first. “Me, your Baby Girl,” she said in a low child-like tone.

“Damn right. You’re my pride and joy.” That was our little thing since she was a little girl. I knew that would comfort her…for the moment.

Makin’ sure we weren’t bein’ followed, I hit a lot of back streets to watch my back. As I pulled into my mother’s drive way ten minutes later, I noticed the ice from the snow storm a few days prior hadn’t been shoveled, which was another thing for me to feel guilty about. Wit’ my mother sick wit’ Coronary Heart Disease, there was no excuse for her yard to look like that. I made a mental note to take care of that as soon as I got out the current mess I was in.

Taking my .9mm from under my seat, I put it in my coat pocket and got out to open Denie’s door. Seconds later, we walked up the hill of the driveway wit’ my arm draped around her shoulder. Denie had been so quiet the past few minutes, I knew she had an attitude, but she had no other choice but to get over it.

My mother took forever to answer the door. It was cold as shit as I rang the doorbell at least ten times.

“Where’s your key?” my mother asked when she finally appeared. Her body seemed more frail since the last time I’d seen her.

“Hey, Ma.” I bent down and gave her a kiss on her forehead. My mind so was distraught that I’d completely forgotten to use my key. “Sorry, it’s a lot on my mind right now,” I said walkin’ further inside. “Hey, can Denie stay here for a while? I have to make an important run.”

“Boy, it don’t make no sense. It’s that girl’s birthday, and all you can think about is running those damn streets!” my mother yelled wit’ frustration. “Aren’t you too old for that mess?”

Denie hated goin’ to my mother’s house, especially since all she did was ramble off quotes from the Bible and utter broken Spanish under her breath, and I couldn’t blame her. Ever since my father died ten years ago, she hadn’t been the same.

“Ma, it’s not like that. This is important,” I replied. “Look, I gotta go.” I walked over to Denie and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry, Baby Girl. I’ll be back.”

The look in Denie’s eyes was pure sadness as she watched me walk out of the door.

When I got in my truck, I could see her starin’ out of the livin’ room window like a little puppy. As bad as I didn’t want to leave her on her birthday, it was about her well-bein’ at this point. Not to mention, I didn’t know who these fools were or what I was dealin’ wit’, so my mother’s house was the safest place for her at the moment. I didn’t want to take any chances. My son, Juan, didn’t answer his cell phone as usual, so I left him a message lettin’ him know to stay at one of his girlfriend’s houses for a minute ‘til he heard from me. Like father like son, Juan had plenty of women. Ever since I’d bought him a 750 Li BMW when he graduated from high school, he’d definitely been a bitch magnet.

My mind began racin’ again and I was officially in guerilla mode. How could I let these muthafuckas catch me slippin’? I knew that the recession and the recent drought in the game had caused a lot of dudes’ money to be fucked up, but I questioned who had the balls to come after me and my family. I loved my family, and everyone in the streets could attest to how much they meant to me. Now that somebody had decided to fuck wit’ them had me in a rage, and they were going to pay…big time.

When Denie disappeared from the window, I zipped up my Northface coat, pulled my skull cap over my ears, and hopped back out the truck. I didn’t want her to know what I was up to. Runnin’ around the back of my mother’s house, I had to get some doe. A good amount of my money was stashed in the bottom of the shed since I really didn’t trust banks like that. Even though my mother was nosey, she never went into the shed, so it was the perfect spot. I raced through the snow in the backyard to hurry since time was not on my side. Unlockin’ the padlock, I looked over my shoulder to make sure no one was watchin’. Not only was my mother nosey, but her neighbors were even worse. More importantly, I wanted to make sure the muthafuckas who were tryin’ to ruin my life weren’t tryin’ to creep up on me either.

After walkin’ inside and closing the door behind me, I quickly began removin’ all the bags of soil that I’d placed over a huge wood board. Once the board was removed, I stared at the deep hole that had been covered in dirt. Grabbin’ the shovel, I began diggin’ as fast as I could to get to the suitcase that contained my cash. However, the more dirt I removed, the angrier I got.

“I’ma kill these muthafuckas,” I said to myself. Even though my wife was worth it, I was ready for war at the thought of me havin’ to fuck wit’ my stash.

When I finally reached the suitcase, I quickly pulled it from the hole and placed it on my lap. Knowin’ I had to act fast, I opened the plastic bag the money was in, then began to count out several stacks. I kept my money in bundles, ten thousand in each. When I reached fifty, I placed the money in one of mother’s old gardenin’ bags, and put the rest back. Once everything was back in it’s proper place, I quickly placed the padlock back on the door, ran through the yard and jumped in my truck. The way I pulled off down the street, you would’ve thought I was a driver for Nascar.

After drivin’ for a few minutes, I picked up my phone, realizin’ that I’d left it in the car. I had five missed calls from a private number.

“Shit,” I said, then banged my fist against the steerin’ wheel. I didn’t want those niggas to do somethin’ stupid.

Before I could think any further, my phone rang again. It was from a blocked number again, so I knew exactly who it was this time. “Hello.”

“You better start answering yo’ phone nigga, if you want this shit to work out. You got fifteen minutes or this bitch is dead. When you pull up, blow the horn twice. Oh, and come unarmed.” CLICK

I hated when muthafuckas gave me orders. No one gave me orders, but I had to bow down ‘til I found out who was responsible for this. They were definitely goin’ to pay though. If I had to kill their whole family so be it. I already had it in my mind that I wasn’t goin’ to show any mercy.

Doin’ as I was told, I drove through D.C. at top speed, hopin’ not to get pulled over. Lookin’ at the clock on my radio every few minutes, I ran every red light I could ‘til I finally made it to Ritchie Road. There was so much goin’ on I didn’t even have time to call my cousin, Carlos, who was my right hand man. At a time like this, I wish he didn’t live on the West Coast.

Wit’ only two minutes to spare, I pulled up in front of the abandoned warehouse and tapped the horn two times. Moments later, a door on the side of the buildin’ opened, and an arm appeared, gesturin’ me to come inside. After placin’ my gun back under the seat, I hopped out of my truck to find three masked men all pointin’ their heat at me as soon as I walked inside. Wit’ both of my hands in the air, one of them patted me down and checked every single pocket in my coat. He then handcuffed me to a pole, and snatched the gardenin’ bag out of my hand.

“Richie!” a deep voice rang out from behind a door. “I’m so glad you could make it. Now, punish that nigga!” he yelled.

The tallest of the three dudes immediately came over to me and did exactly what his boss ordered. I didn’t even have a chance to look for Lisa before the muthafucka shot me. The hot metal burned through my skin and instantly tore open my knee. Blood gushed everywhere. It was evident that they weren’t playin’. Seconds later, somebody hit me over the head wit’ a blunt object and I hit the cold dusty floor instantly. The next thing I remembered was the feelin’ of a hot liquid pourin’ over my face. When I finally realized that one of the muthafuckas was pissin’ on me, anger consumed by body like a rapid spreadin’ disease.