My smile was wide, and so was her eyes. Whatever she heard about a nigga had to start registering. She was terrified.
“Diego, please don’t let him do this. We’re like family,” she pleaded for help.
“Your keyword islike. Hades is my son, and that baby your wife is carrying is my grandchild.La familiais all I have. You fucked up by tryin’ to take it away from me.Mijo,finish up so you can get to yourfamilia.” Diego spoke his piece and left with the crew behind him.
It was just me and Alexis left inside her warehouse. Her cries mixed in with the girls’ growls. They were about to tear her apart limb from limb.
I walked over to the table she had in the corner to retrieve a weapon of mine. Papa was so kind to sneak it in and leave it behind for me. Throwing the covering back, my bident was revealed.
Pickin’ it up, I felt like the king of the underworld once again. Evil was flowing through my veins profusely. Most of all, I was in my element of relaxation. Taking souls was relaxing to me.
The girls surrounded Alexis with Persephone taking the front position. She would do the most damage. Alexis had me fucked up thinking she could take anything from me, including my life.
“Journei was too good for you. That woman is the light in anybody’s darkness. You played with my baby like she was a gem that could be replaced. I appreciate yo’ fuckup ’cause I’m gon’ polish the fuck out that diamond. The love she wanted from you she gon’ get from me.Comer(Eat).”
My final words were praises for the woman I adored and loved. Alexis didn’t know Journei’s worth, but I did. I gave the word for the girls to gorge on Alexis’s flesh.
I took long strides toward the exit with my bident in hand. Before I opened the door, I turned around and threw it in Alexis’s direction. My aim was still on point. It hit her right between the eyes.
Persephone was the first to dive in, taking a chunk of meat off her neck. I was pleased at the moment; however, her words of Journei meeting her at their once shared house was still ringing bells.
I joined my people outside. Diego gave no one room to approach me. He hugged me as a father would his son, and I was appreciative. I loved my family and the loyalty they gave me.
“What now, bro?” Kégo asked.
I checked my phone and saw a message from Journei. After reading what she said, I was furious. “Beat my woman to that bitch’s crib. Journei ain’t seen that side ofHades, but she about to.”
Journei
Love couldn’t love me, because there I was without so much as a “fuck you” from the nigga I truly loved. I was on day two of not hearing anything from Christian. It hurt me to know that he could go days without checking on me or his son.
We were supposed to be his world, but his treatment didn’t show we were. My calls as well as texts and voicemails had gone unanswered. I was frustrated and worried all in one.
My mind tended to go negative a lot. I cried in his arms, letting him know how broken I would be if I lost him, and in the next few hours, I was left alone. He made me feel as if I wasted my breath.
It was nine o’clock at night, and the only attention I received that day was that of my aggravating wife. Alexis had been blowin’ my phone up since yesterday evening.
I had nothin’ to say to her. I blocked her last number all for her to get a new one and bang my line once again. The bitch came back with energy as if she never left. The neglect Christian gave me wasn’t enough for me to fold though.
My stomach growled loudly, telling me to feed my child. Somehow, I managed to go all day and not feed him. His father had my attention when he didn’t deserve it.
I slowly stood from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Gills prepared stuffed salmon with alfredo noodles and a kale salad. The smell was ignored until that very moment. I was starving myself and my son.
Quickly plating the food, I was eager to dive into it. A blunt to the face would have set the meal off right, but thanks to my baby daddy, I couldn’t indulge in shit. That was my first and last pregnancy.
I sat at the island that was in the middle of the kitchen. When alone, my past ran through my mind nonstop. I missed my mother and her infectious smile. It would’ve made a big difference in my life.
With her love, maybe I wouldn’t have turned to the first person who showed me ongoin’ attention and affection. I based my love for Alexis off her consistency, which was the wrong thing to fuckin’ do.
Even after leaving her, she was persistent with gettin’ me next to her again. Like the text she had just sent.
(423) 871-5690: You’re still my wife until I sign these divorce papers. Give me one last conversation and you can leave with the papers signed.
Her text oddly made me want to give her that conversation she was asking for. Walking away with those papers meant more to me than that meet up she was tryin’ to have.
Me: Time and place.
(423) 871-5690: Our home, and I’ll text you before I leave the new warehouse. You know the distance, so that should give you a time frame.
