Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series)

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  Deja (Joy) King

  On Everything I Love

  God, protect me from my friends. I can handle my enemies. I never forgot reading that in the front pages of a novel. Those words resonated with me. At the time I read it, I didn't believe it applied to me because I had no friends, that was, until I took Maya under my wing. Now here I was, shackled up in a dreary basement, sitting on the cold cement floor with the person I considered being like my own blood staring down at me. No, she wasn't the anointed sister I never had, she was my worst enemy. I had let my guard down, and got caught slipping. Now this diabolical heifer wanted me to step out my shoes and give them to her, then hand her the keys to my cars and house so she could live in that too. To say this chick had me jammed up would be an understatement.

  "Maya, you need to go `head and slit my throat, put a bullet through my heart or however your trife ass wanna take me out, `cause I ain't helping you take my husband. I wouldn't wish you on the worse nigga I fucked, let alone Supreme."

  "Bitch, you think I'm playing wit' your stupid ass? When I said I would take your daughter out this world, I meant it!" Maya said with so much vengeance that spit sprayed out her mouth after each word. Then to make sure I got her message Maya balled up her fist and clocked me on the side of my left temple, causing my eyes to lock shut and my head to plummet down in pain. "Those are the exact type of licks your precious Aaliyah will be getting if you don't wise up and get with the plan."

  This ho is truly fuckin' crazy. How in the hell duhget blindsided and not see I was dealing with a mental case?I believe this sick motherfucker might really kill my baby. I ain't taking no chances. I'll play along with her ass while I'm plotting to get the fuck up outta here and send this bitch floating in the Pacific Ocean somewhere.

  "You made your point, Maya. I'll do whatever I have to do," I said, containing the rage I wanted to spew on her.

  "Good, that's a smart decision. Since you can't save your own life at least you can save that of your daughters'."

  "I guess that's your slick way of letting me know I'ma dead bitch once you don't need me anymore."

  "But of course. I thought that was already under-stood. Once we have our fun with you, it's a wrap. Until then, I promise we'll take good care of you. On that note, I must be going." Maya looked down at her watch. "I'm sure Supreme is starting to wonder where you are and of course I must be there to begin planting my seeds."

  "It's not too late for you to dead this shit, Maya. You, your brother and the third stooge, Devon, can get out of town."

  "And what, let you go free? After all the hard work we've put in, to hatch this plan? That just ain't gonna happen." Maya was determined to see this shit through and there was nothing I could do but figure out a way to break the fuck out, which under the current circumstances was damn near looking impossible. After the punch Mike landed on my jaw and the fist Maya branded on my temple, trying to concoct an escape plan had my head triple spinning in pain. I could barely keep my eyes open and wanted to succumb to my need to pass out, but when I saw Mike grab Maya's arm and pull her to the side, I willed myself to focus.

  "Maya, you need to chill with all this talk about hurting the baby. That shit ain't cool. I know you want Precious to cooperate with you, but you going overboard with pretending you would hurt an innocent child, especially one that might be our blood," Mike said in a low but stern voice as if he didn't want me to hear him.

  "Shit, I ain't fucking pretending," Maya boasted loudly, making it clear she didn't give a fuck who was privy to her threats. "That was some real talk," she continued.

  "Maya, keep your fucking voice down!" Mike ordered, grabbing the bottom of her elbow and edging her forward.

  Maya yanked her arm away, showing her displeasure of her brother's manhandling. "You getting yourself all worked up over a child that probably ain't even yours."

  "Well, until we know for sure let's put a cease to all the baby threats. Is that understood?" Maya remained silent with a blank stare. "Are we clear." Mike barked loudly making more of a statement than asking a question.

  "You can relax, I got you, dear brother," Maya finally said, releasing herself from Mike's clutch. "I really have to go. I don't need any suspicions falling on me."

  "That's cool. So I guess I'll see you back here tomorrow?"

  "Yeah, if everything's straight. Devon, you need to be leaving shortly too. I don't want Supreme to have problems tracking you down."

  "I feel you. I'm `bout to break out."

  "Night gentlemen, I'll be in touch. Oh, and have a goodnight, Precious. I'll make sure to give Aaliyah a kiss for you." Both Mike and I gave Maya a look of disgust, but she sauntered out like she could give a fuck.

  "Can I get a blanket, pillow, something? It's cold as shit down here," I asked Mike trying to vibe him out.

  "What the fuck you think this is, the penthouse suite? The only thing you getting from me is bread and water," he said, coldly.

  "Oh, so all that talk about taking good care of me until it was checkout time was some bullshit?"

  "Letting your ass live a little bit longer is taking good care of you. Be happy you getting that."

  "Like I said from jump, under these conditions you would be doing me a favor by killing me now. It's your sister that wants to keep me alive for her own twisted reasons."

  "Maybe, but I like the idea of letting you suffer a bit before ending your life. Being locked up like an animal is one of the most humiliating feelings in the world, especially when you a rich nigga used to living a life of luxury. You can get a taste of how I felt being locked up at Clinton for all that time. I'ma enjoy watching your Beverly Hills ass being dead on the inside but very much alive on the outside, to see how pathetic you'll be when we're done with you."

  I simply put my head down and ignored what Mike said. There was no sense riling him up any further because whatever torture plan they had in mind, I prayed it didn't include Mike raping me again.

  "I'm outta here, Mike. I'll check in tomorrow," Devon said, giving Mike a pound. He had been so damn quiet, I almost forgot he was still in the room. My eyes darted around the chilly, dark basement which I would now be calling home for however long
. At any moment I expected a rat to dash across the concrete floor or a poisonous spider to crawl up my leg. I was truly in hell.

  "Hold up, I'll follow you up. I'm done with her for the day," Mike said, grabbing some keys off a metal chair in the center of the room. "Sleep tight, Precious. And don't bother screaming because this room is soundproof. Plus, we way the fuck out, can't nobody find you here anyway."

  I watched as Mike and Devon went upstairs leaving me alone in this miserable existence as if I was nothing. I stared up at the small dim light bulb dangling from the ceiling, hoping that one day I would see the light again too. Then I heard the door slam and my body jumped, and a few seconds later it was pitch dark.

  "I can't believe they turned off the little bit of light I had." My body stiffened up in fear not able to see shit. "On everything I love, all those motherfuckers gon' pay!"

  As I pulled up my candy apple red Jaguar to the gates, a smile crept across my face. I knew that if I played my cards right that soon this estate and everything in it would belong to me, including Supreme.

  "Hey, Maya," the security guard waved as he opened the gate for me. I simply grinned and waved back. I remembered that he was one of the only guards that Precious liked, and I made a notation to myself to fire his ass after I became the new Mrs. Mills.

  As I drove up the circular entrance and parked near the waterfall, it was time for me to put my game face on. Once Supreme got wind that Precious was missing he would instantly suspect foul play. Every movement I made from the moment I stepped through the front door would then be critiqued, so from the get, I had to come correct.

  I took a deep breath and headed to the door using my key for entry. Before I had a chance to close it, Aaliyah came running towards me. I assumed she had been expecting her mother the way her sparkly eyes and bubbly smile instantly disappeared when she realized it wasn't Precious.

  "Hi, Aaliyah!" I gushed, bending down on my knees and giving her a hug. She reciprocated the affection but it wasn't the excitement she always had when greeting her mother.

  "What up, Mayas We thought you were Precious," Supreme said, walking towards us in the forty-foot high limestone entry.

  "Precious isn't here? Where did she go?"

  "She left early this morning to pick up a surprise she had for me, and here it is going on five o'clock and I haven't heard from her."

  "You haven't heard from her since this morning? That's strange. Did you try her cell?"

  "Yeah, I been blowing that shit up but she ain't answering her cell or the car phone. You haven't heard from her either?"

  "You know how I'm always forgetting my cell. I left it in my bedroom. Let me go check to see if she left me a message."

  "Thanks, I appreciate that, Maya."

  "No problem, but I'm sure she'll be walking through the front door any moment," I said, giving Aaliyah a kiss before heading upstairs. When I got to my bedroom I closed the door and took my cell out of my purse, tossing it on the bed. I sat down for a few minutes letting some time pass to give the impression I was checking my calls. But before I could even make it back downstairs Supreme was knocking on my door.

  "Maya," I heard Supreme call out after beginning a second round of banging.

  "Come in." I flipped my cell open pretending to be checking messages. I held a finger up giving Supreme a sign to wait as if listening intently. "Nothing," I sighed shutting my phone close.

  "Damn, this shit is crazy. Where could she be?"

  "Supreme, I'm positive she's good. Precious probably decided to get a spa treatment at the last minute and lost track of time, you know, some simple bullshit like that."

  "Maybe you're right. She is good for getting side-tracked."

  Ring... Ring... Ring!

  `Hold on, Maya, let me get that. It might be Precious calling."

  "Go head, it probably is...not!" I chuckled as Supreme rushed to pick up the landline. It was a shame the circles Supreme would be running around in for the next few weeks, wondering where the hell his wife was. I damn sure didn't want to see him losing his mind over Precious' useless ass, but shit had to run its course.

  I decided to head in Supreme's direction to give the notion of concern for Precious whereabouts. At first I walked towards their master bedroom, but then realized the sound of his voice was coming from downstairs. By the time I reached the bottom step, Supreme's once calm voice had now raised and become animated.

  "What you mean she never came to pick it up? That was hours ago and you just now calling! Fuck that! I don't want to hear none of your fucking excuses. This is some bullshit! I'm on my way over there!" Supreme roared before slamming the phone down.

  "Supreme, who was that?"

  "The fucking jewelry store where Precious was supposed to be picking up something for me. They said she never showed up."

  "What? She was supposed to have done that hours ago!"

  "I know, and the only reason those dumb fucks called was because she was supposed to pay the remaining balance once she picked up the shit, and they worried about getting their damn money."

  "So what are you going to do?"

  "I'm going over there and see what the fuck is up."

  "Well, I'm coming with you."

  "Cool, let me go tell Anna we're heading out."

  My mind began racing because I hadn't thrown in the mix the possibility of the jewelry store calling and Supreme being alerted so soon that shit was shady. Remain calm Maya. This ain't nothing but a minor bump that isn't gonna change shit in the plan.

  "A'ight, let's go," Supreme said, shaking me out my thoughts as I followed him to the Maybach waiting out front. "Where's Devon?" Supreme asked the driver who was standing out front and opened the back door for us.

  "Mr. Mills, he got held up but said he would be here shortly. He asked me to stay on until he arrived."

  Oh shit! I told Devon dumb ass not to get missing. That motherfucker better have his story airtight when Supreme grill him on why the fuck he was late for his shift.

  "I'll deal with that nigga later. Head over to Cartier on Rodeo Drive," Supreme directed the driver. He then hit a button on his phone and kept redialing the same number over and over again, and I assumed it was Precious'.

  "Who are you are calling?" I asked innocently.

  "Who the fuck you think I'm calling? My wife!" Supreme snapped.

  "I'm sorry, that was a dumb question." I opted to remain silent for the rest of the ride because Supreme was in full blaze mode right now, and one wrong word, he might have the driver pull over and tell me to get the fuck out the car.

  "Don't go to the lot, pull up right in front," Supreme said and hopped out before the driver could even put the car in park.

  I slid over to get out on Supreme's side, but he slammed the door in my face. I leaned back over to my side and got out trying to remain close on Supreme's tail. When I entered Cartier passing the red velvet rope, Supreme was already at the counter demanding to see the manager. It was my first time in the store, but instantly I felt at home. The over 900 square foot of retail space, two level boutique had endless decorative touches from heavy drapes to an 800 pound Murano glass chandelier designed to make the place feel very intimate. Everything from the carpet to curtains was like what you would find in a private residence.

  "Yes, Sir, I'm the manager. How may I help you?" a short cropped, dark haired gentleman asked in a funny English accent.

  "I got a call from one of your salespeople about an item my wife was supposed to pick up from here earlier today."

  Then a snotty, painfully thin bottled blond white chick whispered something in the manager's ear. He simply nodded his head while Supreme leaned on the glass counter as if he was about to smash his elbow through it.

  "Yes, Mrs. Mills was supposed to be picking up some items we had costumed made for her. Are you here to pay the remaining balance?"

  "Listen, ain't nobody tripping off your little remaining balance. I want to know what time my wife was supposed to pick up the
jewelry, who spoke to her last, and what did she say."

  "No need to get upset, sir. We appreciate your business and would be more than happy to assist you with your questions, but we do need to be paid for the items your wife ordered. These are specialty items and cannot be resold, that is why we were concerned about receiving the remaining balance."

  "Yo, would you please stop beating me in the head about that fucking remaining balance? I heard you the first fucking time when you clowns called my crib! What, because I'ma nigga you think me and my wife can't afford to pay for the shit?"

  The manager's face turned beet red.

  "Supreme, calm down," I said putting my hand on his shoulder.

  "Don't fucking tell me to calm down!" Supreme jerked his shoulder, blowing my hand away. A few other customers in the store and the security guard up front were all focusing their attention in our direction.

  "That man looks awfully familiar. Is he some sort of actor or something?" I overheard one middle aged white woman say to her male counterpart as they browsed the accessories section.

  "Sir, I'm going to need you to calm down," the manager pleaded.

  "Or what, you're going to call the police? Go `head, then you'll neva get that remaining balance."

  "Then we would have to take legal action."

  "Sue me, you bootleg Mr. Belvedere, `cause I have big lawyers. So you can either answer my questions and get your fucking remaining balance, or you can keep annoying me with that damn fake ass English accent and get nothing!"

  The manager let out a deep sigh. "Carol, who spoke to Mrs. Mills today?"

  "I did," the painfully thin sales clerk answered.

  Supreme then put his glare on her. "When?" he asked.

  Carol turned her head to her manager as if waiting for his approval before she answered. He nodded his head indicating it was okay to speak and she continued. "I spoke to Mrs. Mills yesterday evening before we closed, and then this morning around ten o'clock. She said she was on her way and would be here shortly. That is why I decided to call her home because I had been waiting and she never showed up," Carol said, in that same funny English accent as her boss.