Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) Read online

  "So what took you so long to call the crib if you spoke to her around ten? It's about to be six o'clock," Supreme said, agitated.

  "Sir, I had been calling her cell phone and left several messages, as that was the primary number she gave. I then realized she also left a secondary number and that is when I called."

  "Damn, you shoulda seen that shit sooner. All this time has passed and I don't know what could've happened to her. Maybe some foul shit." Supreme said with distress in his voice.

  "Mr. Mills, how were we supposed to know that something unfortunate could've happened to your wife?" the manager interjected before Carol could say another word.

  "I understand that, but it still doesn't change the fact that I haven't heard from my wife since she left this morning to come to your store." Supreme put his head down staring as if transfixed on something he could see through the glass cases. Everyone remained frozen, not knowing what to do or say next.

  "Sir, would you like to see your wife's purchases?" Carol finally asked, trying to melt the ice and, I'm sure to collect their dough. I was worried Supreme was going to choke hold the broad for once again mentioning the items, but surprisingly Supreme seemed serene about seeing them. The woman walked behind a closed door and came out with two long red velvet boxes. She placed them on top of the countertop before opening each one up.

  I stepped forward wanting to get an up close inspection of the jewels. "Precious, always had spectacular taste," I mumbled under my breath, taking in the jewelry.

  "It's his and hers cuff link white diamond bracelets. The emblematic Cartier link is borrowed from the Maison's cult animal, the panther collection. As you can see the diamond paving pieces are sensually wrapped around and the fluid lines sparkle with the light of a thousand flames," Carol gave her spill extra eloquently as her boss smiled in approval. I couldn't be mad at the bitch for keeping to her sales pitch even though it was evident her would be customer was more than pissed the fuck off.

  "Your wife also had the inside engraved. Here, take a look." Carol slid the bracelet closer to Supreme so he could inspect it. "It says `Love 4 Life ...Always'. That's beautiful."

  I was ready to spit on Carol's toothpick ass by this particular point. She was spreading the romantic bullshit on a little too thick. All I needed was for some motherfuckers to step out playing their violins.

  "Here, just bag it up for me," Supreme said, placing his American Express Centurion-also known as the Black Card-on the glass top. My mouth began salivating at the thought of Supreme using that very credit card on me as I devoured Rodeo Drive, shutting the stores down.

  Carol and her manager's face lit up as she swiped Supreme's card through the machine, collecting his coins. "Here's your receipt, sir, and it was a pleasure doing business with you and your wife," Carol said.

  "And Mr. Mills, I'm sure Mrs. Mills is fine," the manager added with an optimistic smile. Supreme simply grabbed the bag and receipt and said nothing.

  I walked slowly behind Supreme trying to get a read on his body language. I couldn't tell if he was angry, worried, or suspect of me. Until I was sure I decided to remain mute. When we got outside the driver stepped out the Maybach and opened the door for Supreme and I to get in, but suddenly Supreme halted his stride. Without saying a word he handed the Cartier bag to his driver and sprinted off. I tried to stay within proximity to see what the fuck was going on without appearing to damn nosey.

  "Oh fuck!" I said under my breath once I got a view of what had Supreme dashing off.

  "Get this fucking car off the back of your tow truck!" Supreme screamed, banging on the driver side window.

  The man was at a stop light about to pull off before Supreme rolled up on him, and I wished he had. "Man, what the hell is wrong with you?" the young black man said, rolling down his window. "How you going to bang on my window in the middle of the street?"

  "Pull this truck over!" Supreme demanded, not caring that the light had now turned green and he was holding up traffic.

  "Man, I'm on the job. I ain't pulling shit over."

  "This my motherfucking car you got latched on the back of your shit and I want to know where the fuck you got it from." Now horns were blowing and people were sticking their heads out of their cars telling them to move, but Supreme didn't budge.

  "Supreme, what's going on? You're holding up traffic," I said, trying to sound like the voice of reason.

  "I don't give a fuck!" he said, grabbing the tow truck driver's collar and pulling him so close that their noses were an inch away from touching. "Pull this fucking truck over, now."

  Right when I believed Supreme was about to start laying blows we heard police sirens pulling up. Supreme pushed the man back, getting his composure together, but the dude began getting all extra for the cops.

  As one cop began directing the traffic the other officer began interrogating Supreme and the driver. "Both of you put your hands up!" he ordered, wanting to make sure neither was armed. "What is going on here? The two of you are holding up traffic."

  "Officer, this man came up to me out of nowhere banging on my window and demanding me to pull over acting crazy. Then this idiot tells me this is his car, like he can afford a half a million dollar custom made Lamborghini," he said, in a cynical voice, turning towards Supreme. He then turned back towards the officer and did a quick glance back at Supreme. "Oh shit!" The man paused as if getting a good look at the person who was ready to put an ass whooping on him a minute ago. "Oh shit!" he repeated. "You Supreme! What the fuck, music mogul Supreme just tried to jack me up! My fault, man. I didn't realize it was you," he said, with a big ass Kool-Aid smile.

  Supreme stood shaking his head in frustration.

  "I don't care who he is, you can't hold up traffic.

  Now pull this truck over to the side so we can clear this matter up," the officer directed.

  "Listen, officer. I just left the Cartier store because my wife was supposed to come by earlier and pick up some jewelry, but she never got there. When I was leaving the store I noticed the car she had been driving when she left this morning on the back of the tow truck. I wanted to know where he got the car from in hopes that it could give me a clue as to where my wife might be."

  "Hold on a minute. What is your name?" the officer asked, taking out his notepad.

  "Xavier Mills."

  "So you believe your wife is missing?"

  "I don't know, but something ain't right."

  "And who are you?" the officer asked, turning his question on me.

  "Maya. I'm a friend of his wife, Precious."

  "And I assume a friend of her husband too?"

  "Yes, we're both concerned about her whereabouts."

  The officer nodded his head and jotted something down on his notepad.

  "Listen, can we please go speak to the driver? I need to know where he picked up my car from."

  "You stay here. I'll go speak with the tow truck driver, and when I'm done I'll then speak to both of you. Excuse me."

  "Yo, these cops get on my fucking nerves. They wanna be so by the fucking book when it's convenient for them."

  "Supreme, I know it's hard but try to relax."

  "I can't fucking relax until I find out what happened to my wife!"

  "We will find her. I'm sure she's okay."

  "Nah, I gotta bad feeling about this," Supreme said, shaking his head as he ran his hand over his face. "God help me if Precious isn't okay, because if she's not, I'm done."

  Then done is what Supreme would be, because Precious wasn't okay and never would be again, thanks to me. But who could really fault me for my actions. I mean, all is fair in love and war, and like a true friend, I would be right there to help Supreme pick up the pieces to his broken heart. Most would call my tactics ruthless or maybe just a good girl gone bad.

  Work In Progress

  "It's morning, now wake the fuck up!" Mike yelled in my face as I struggled to open my eyelids. I had only managed to fall asleep a couple of hours ago and now t
his fool was bringing me back into my misery.

  "Damn, I'm finally able to get some sleep and here you come waking me up."

  "I'm doing you a favor."

  "How you figure that?"

  "You know they say sleep is the cousin of death," Mike said, bending down to eyelevel so we were facing each other. "Now I'm sure you need to use the bathroom, so I brought this for you."

  I looked at the large plastic cup and back at Mike.

  "What, you expect me to piss in that?"

  "This, or you can piss on yourself, It's up to you."

  "Did you at least bring me some tissue?"

  "But of course," he said, reaching behind him and placing the tissue next to the red plastic cup. "Now listen carefully, because if you fuck this up, I'ma have to fuck you up."

  "I'm listening."

  "I'm going to unlock one of the handcuffs on your wrist so you can do your thing."

  "Oh, and I just assumed you were going to wipe my pussy for me after I pissed," I said, sarcastically.

  "Cute, but don't get cute when I take off this handcuff, because it won't be a good look for you."

  "I got you."

  "Now when you're finished, place the cup to the side and put this top on there."

  "I don't understand why you don't let me use the bathroom. I mean you can't expect me to shit in this cup too, now can you?" I asked mockingly.

  "Ain't nobody expecting you to shit in this cup. Just do what I tell you when I tell you. I'm handling this. I know you used to being in control, but that's your past and we dealing with the present."

  "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 question
ed, 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.