Trife Life To Lavish Part 2 Genesis & Genevieve...Am I My Brother's Keeper (18 page)

Veronica dropped her keys on the stand right next to
the door when you entered her apartment. Before going
to her bedroom, her heels clicked on the bamboo flooring
as she made a quick stop in the kitchen. She glanced at the
European styled cabinetry before retrieving a crystal glass
and bottle of Merlot.

Veronica then went in the living room and closed the
custom-made drapes on the floor-to-ceilings windows before
heading to the bedroom. She slipped out of the silk wrap dress
and four-inch heels she was wearing and went into the master
bathroom. Her eyes darted to the shower area as the mosaic
marble mural surrounded by honed marble tile for the walls,
ceiling and seat was calling her name but her body needed the
whirlpool tucked into a bay window Veronica turned on the
water trying to make sure she got the perfect percentage mix
of hot and cold before adding her combination of bubble
bath and oils.

"This is exactly what I need," Veronica said out loud
turning on a CD of soothing music and sipping on her
wine. When she stepped in the tub the hot water penetrated
every muscle in her body, sending a relaxing tingle up her
spine.

"Where have you been?" The question from the
familiar male voice made Veronica's eyes open wide.

"Delondo, what are you doing here?"

"I've been calling you all weekend and I couldn't get
in touch with you. I was concerned and I missed you. What
had you so occupied this weekend?"

"I had to attend a business conference. I got back
tonight?"

"You weren't allowed phone calls?"

"Funny... the hotel I was staying at had horrible phone
reception."

"I see," Delondo muttered as if he only somewhat
believed Veronica's excuse.

"So you came all the way from Philly because you couldn't get in touch with me? That's interesting since I
haven't been able to get you on the phone in over a week."

"I've been busy. But I have some business I need to
handle in New York and I need your assistance on some
legal issues I have questions about."

"I should've known," Veronica groaned, rolling her
eyes. "Being concerned and missing me was nothing but a
bunch of crock. I'm surprised you kept a hold of the key
I gave you since you probably never had any intentions of
ever using it."

"You're in rare form tonight. That trip must've stressed
you out."

"No, you're the stress. I'm tired of you taking me for
granted and popping up when you feel like it. We've been
seeing each other for almost a year now but yet you make
me feel like I'm an afterthought to you."

Delondo calmly nodded his head, soaking up what
Veronica was saying. "So what, you're gettin' some new
dick and feeling yourself now, is that it?"

"Fuck you, Delondo!" she yelled and then tossed a wet
soap sponge at him, hitting his right shoulder.

"Is that a yes or no?" Delondo's calm and somewhat
nonchalant attitude was infuriating Veronica even more.

"It's not like you care either way."

"Just answer the question. If you're seeing somebody
else I'll give you your key back and I won't bother you
anymore.

"No, I'm not seeing anybody else," she lied. As much
as Veronica hated the way Delondo treated her she wasn't
ready to let him go. Even with Arnez in the picture, twisting her back out on the regular, Veronica had to prove to herself
that she could make Delondo want to be with her.

"Then stop with the extra drama and just be happy
to see me. The drive made me tired. I'ma go lay down."
When Delondo walked out the bathroom all Veronica
could do was shake her head. He had given her the perfect
opportunity for an exit but she didn't take it. Instead, she
would have to get her energy up and fuck the shit out of
him so he wouldn't know the next man had worn her out.

"Thank goodness I did take this bath," Veronica
mumbled under her breath before closing her eyes. She
wanted to soak it up for a few more minutes before going
to put her work in.

"When our father said you were coming to see me, I
didn't believe him. But here you are."

"Pathological liars usually do have a hard time believing
that people can tell the truth."

"All I was trying to say is that I'm glad you came. I
know it must've been difficult for you."

"Yes, it was difficult but I'm here."

"Did you tell Supreme you were coming?"

"Why, were you hoping he would join me for this
visitation?" Precious questioned with dry sarcasm. "It's a
shame. You're still not over your sick obsession with him."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I can see it in your eyes, Maya." Precious leaned in
closer before continuing, "Perpetrate all you like but you
can't mask the craziness from me."

"This isn't about Supreme. I wanted to connect with
you, we are sisters."

"By DNA only!"

"Precious, why did you come if you have no interest
in at least making an attempt to start over and build a
relationship?"

"Because Quentin asked me to, that's the only reason."

"But you're not even trying."

"Maya, I don't care what sort of bullshit story you
fed Quentin I know you're a psycho. To pretend otherwise
would be a joke."

"I'm not going to hit you with excuses for some of
the things I did but you have to believe that I want to make
amends with you. I've always admired you and even before
I found out we were blood related I loved you like a sister."

"That's why you left me for dead and threatened to
hurt my daughter if I didn't cooperate with you." Maya put
her head down not addressing what Precious said. "Oh,
you don't want to speak on that. Either you want to make
amends or you don't."

"Of course I do."

"Then you need to admit what you did to me and stop
trying to pull the wool over Quentin's eyes."

"I admit I made some mistakes but not everything
happened the way that it seems."

"I get it. That's the story you're running with for appeal
purposes. Good luck with that because it won't work!"

"How can you hate me so much but yet you were able
to forgive Nico and welcome him back into your bed after
he shot you?"

"Listen, you delusional, bitch. What happened between
me and Nico has nothing to do with what you did, there
is no comparison. You're a fuckin' nut who needs to stay
exactly where you are-behind bars."

"I'm really sorry you feel that way, Precious. I was
hoping we could come to some sort of understanding. But
it's clear you have no intentions of letting that happen. But
there is no way I'm spending the rest of my life locked away
like some animal."

"But that's what you are and what you deserve."

"Then I need to toss you some prison attire because
you should be right here with me. Have you forgotten all
the blood you have on your hands?"

Precious stared at Maya. Her hair was pulled back in a
French braid. It was the first time she had studied her face
since finding out they were related. Features that she had
previously brushed off as being similar now had reason
behind them. The full pouty lips they both had, the shape
of their eyes and distinctive bone structure, all inherited
from Quentin. As much as Precious wanted to, there was
no denying the resemblance. Then there was the slick ass
mouth Maya had. Precious wasn't sure if that was their
shared genetics or just some slum street shit.

"Listen, stop with all the comparison shit. It doesn't
matter where you think I should be. The point is, you're
behind bars and I'm not."

"You still only give a fuck about yourself. You might
think I'm psycho but I know for a fact that only ice runs
through your veins."

"You're right. You get no argument from me there."

"Your feelings towards me really haven't changed the
least, even though you know we're sisters."

"Yeah, I actually find you more repulsive, which I
thought was impossible. See, because of that unfortunate
error it makes me unable to kill you. So I guess I'm not as
cold as we both thought."

Maya shook her head in dismay before saying, "One
day you will need me and the funny part is, I'ma come
through for you. We'll see how repulsive I am to you then,
my dear sister. Now excuse me, this visitation is over," were
Maya's parting words as she walked away leaving Precious
slightly puzzled.

Nichelle was about to step in the shower when she heard her
iPhone beep, letting her know she received a text message.

Meet me @ my place ASAP. Emergency!

Renny

"I wonder what's wrong?" she questioned out loud.
But instead of bombarding Renny with questions, Nichelle
simply sent a text back letting him know she was on the
way. Instead of taking the long, hot shower she had been
looking forward to, Nichelle stuck to the basics and was in
and out.

After pulling her hair in a ponytail and throwing on
some sweats with a t-shirt, she grabbed her purse and was
out.

As the taxi pulled up to Renny's townhouse in Jersey,
Nichelle was all sorts of anxious. He hadn't sent any additional text messages and neither did she. All Nichelle wanted to do was get face to face with him and find out what
was so urgent. She figured it pertained to Arnez but hoped
that Renny had found the whereabouts to her brother.

Nichelle rung the doorbell a couple of times and let
out a long huff when Renny didn't answer. "I know he
didn't bounce," she said looking at her watch. It didn't even
take me that long to get here," she continued talking out
loud as she knocked on the door. When the door finally
opened, Nichelle stepped back and reached for the stair
banister, as she was about to fall.

"Nichelle, it's okay. Here, take my hand so you don't
fall."At first Nichelle resisted. She was completely freaked
out. But as the initial shock waned, she was able to do so.
"Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, I just need to sit down."

"Come on; let's go in the living room." Nichelle
followed still not fully comprehending what her eyes were
seeing. "I know you're surprised to see me."