I messed up and apologized for my wrongs. She fucked up and didn’t say a damn thing until she got caught. Her trifling, sneaky, dick-loving ass really had me fooled thinking she could do no wrong.
However, I wasn’t ready to let her go. Journei was my property. Those divorce papers she tried to get served to me went in up in flames the same as Gills’ church. The only way she’d be able to get away from me was through death, and even then, we would share a life in hell.
The divorce papers gave me an idea. I texted my wife using the papers to see her again. I proposed one last conversation in exchange of me signing the papers that were currently ashes.
Dick Lover: Time and place
I couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on my face. She played into it without a second thought. I texted back, letting her know our crib was the meeting point, and before I left the warehouse, I would hit her to come.
It was after midnight when I got the call from one of Kégo’s men saying they were twenty minutes out. They did their job with nocomplications. A few bullets to the chest or head would sum this night right on up.
I sat up on my couch and stretched my arms wide. I was in no rush to get myself together. The last part of my plan hadn’t checked in yet, so I hit them instead.
Me: What’s the word?
Vito: She’s not there or with that nigga. You gotta do this one yourself, boss.
“Fuck!” I shouted out loud. Journei rejected my invitation the first time to lure her in. Now she was missing in action. She thought I didn’t know about that damn condo in Nashville. I knew. I just didn’t care to roll up on her ’til now.
Crackin’ my neck on both sides, I tried to calm down. I wanted her to witness that nigga taking his last breath. This whole thing was because of her in the first place.
That text was to throw her off. I was really hoping she was either with him or in her own condo. I guess I was goin’ to really have to meet up with her at the crib. That wasn’t in my plans for real, but no biggie.
I could see her face again, fuck her, and handle that bastard in her stomach, then possibly get back to loving her. I sent her a text saying I was headed out. I didn’t know where she was, so we’d see if she showed.
Kégo
That bitch couldn’t have been that clueless. There was no way she didn’t suspect anything fishy goin’ down right under her nose. First off, she was fuckin’ my sister, and I know bitches. They pillow talked like a muthafucka. Twin definitely mentioned Hades and prolly more than once.
Alexis thought we were goin’ to Nashville to get my brotha when all we did was go downtown to the casino. Me and the boys hadn’t had time to kick our feet up for real, so we used that time to do so.
Hades met us there once he got things squared away with Papa. They held a brief conversation about the layout of the warehouse. After that, we had a blast in that fuckin’ casino.
Tipsy wasn’t the word to describe the state I was in, and neither was drunk, but a nigga was unstable than a muthafucka. Words weren’t slurred, but they were shouted. Yeah, I was almost there.
I was about to observe my brotha in his element. The damage that nigga was fixing to inflict on Alexis had me enthused as hell.
“Aye, blow that for me,” I told some big booty bitch that had clung to me since I started hittin’ them numbers.
The craps table was fuckin’ with a nigga that night. I had drawn a crowd, so all eyes were on me. I was showin’ my ass in that damn casino. Them rich white men wanted to put me out so bad but couldn’t.
The Elixir was owned by none other than my family. As an Ortiz, our investments didn’t stop. We owned more businesses than one could count, especially along the eastern and central zones.
“It’s ’bout that time, Kégo,” one of my shootas pointed out.
I nodded and threw the dice on the table. I couldn’t turn around good before the bitch was in my face asking for a piece of my earnings. Bitches of her kind didn’t get shit out of me but dick.
“Bitch, you ain’t sucked no dick but fixin’ yo’ mouth to ask a nigga for his bread. If you don’t get the fuck on.” I wasn’t a rude nigga, but when bitches got on their bullshit, I got on mine.
“Nigga, fuck you. This was a come up for you anyway,” she threw back.
“Nah, but fuckin’ with a nigga like me, it would’ve been yours,” I said with a smirk on my face.
Females saw a nigga with money and got all outside their body. It was the boldness for me. I guess they didn’t give a fuck ’bout embarrassment nowadays.
Hades stood by the door with his hands occupying his pockets. That soft preacher boy I saw when we first arrived in the States had completely vanished. The man that was in front of me didn’t think twice on ending people’s shit.
In this state, people didn’t know what to expect. His tolerance for bullshit was null and void. I saw him kill one of my lieutenants off a hunch he had. Down the line, his hunch was spot on, but we didn’t know that beforehand.
