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“Lia kept talking stuff, so I beat her ass.” She rolled her little frail neck, and I shook my head at her bad ass.

“Watch yo mouth Luv.” I warned and turned the radio down. “You think I like getting calls from the principal about you not being able to control yourself?” I looked at her pretty face through the mirror and she frowned up.

“I’ll do better if you just let me see about my mom! You deserting her and acting like you our damn daddy!” I merged to the left of the road and pulled over in front of Wendy’s then put my hazards on. Turning in my seat, I looked over at Luv. I really was tempted to whoop her ass.

“Keep talking to me disrespectfully Luv and I’ma beat yo ass. I ain’t desert momma! She deserted us and almost got Passion hurt real bad from those drugs.” I let that slip from anger and regret even saying it. I could hear Passion sniffling and already knew she was crying.

“I’m going to find my momma!” She snatched at the back door and then hopped out. She took off running down the damn street. I sighed with a heavy heart, putting on my hazards, I hopped out and started running after her. Once I caught up with her, she kicked and screamed in my arms. Hearing her scream at the top of her lungs saying how much she hated me, broke my fucking heart. I didn’t know what to do to make this shit better, I would never give up on Luv, but she was making this shit harder than it needed to be.

“Chill Luv, I promise I will go find momma and try to get her some help. You making things hard when I’m just doing the best I can to protect y’all from disappointment and hurt.” I turned the hazards off and pulled back into traffic. I opted out of turning the radio up, I was gone buy them some pizza and take my ass home so I could smoke the biggest blunt possible.

I worried about my mom just as much as the girls. I wondered if she went and tried to get help after her getting raped in beat in front of her own daughter. In my mind that should have been all it took for her to go get cleaned up.

That same dreadful feeling was starting to come over me again. I had an envelope full of money and backpay coming my way from the money I didn’t take from my cut with Queen. Yet I still found it hard to find my own happiness even if it was for just one damn day.

Money didn’t buy happiness, and I now knew this to be true. So, for the sake of my sisters, I would push my anger and resentment to the side and find my mother. Luv and Passion were too young right now to understand and see things the way that I did. Disciplining was also something that I didn’t know shit about. I could threaten Luv all day but she and I both knew that I would never lay a finger on her.

Chapter Twenty-Six

KENYA MONROE

Three months later….

I sat at an upscale hookah lounge watching a bunch of people laugh and dance. I wished just for a moment that I could steal some of their joy and feel just how they were feeling. I remember when I used to be happy and ready to conquer the world. Lately I’ve been so caught up on trying to desperately find ways for Inferno to notice me.

I was still seething when I tried to make a deposit two months ago and the private bank had notified me that my name had been taken off of all accounts. I felt like Inferno snatched something intimate away from me. Depositing large amounts of money made me feel like he trusted me and now it seemed like that bitch Queen had come along and was changing things to her liking.

In meetings, Inferno barely even looked at me. I gave reports, and even put out new ideas and all he did was nod and stare at his phone hard. He still would come by the condo some days for us to work on paperwork for the syndicate. He’d eat my food and talk like we were still friends. I would wait for him to ask me if I needed something, but even those words that I used to long to hear didn’t escape his lips.

There was no spending the night, or me working in his library at his home and sleeping in the room that he had designated for just me. I was trying my hardest to keep my cool, but it was becoming harder then ever. It was starting to feel like he was suffocating me with just the distance that he created. When I asked him last week was everything okay, he looked at me for a long time then chuckled. A chuckle that made me feel like I was pitiful. I felt firsthand embarrassment when I spoke up and tried to even express myself.

“This better be good bitch, I canceled my late-night dick session just to see what your dangerously in love ass want.” I watched Mi’elle sit down like she was the queen of England. Looking at her then back at me would make everyone wonder why the fuck was he so caught up in that girl Queen. I couldn’t lie and say Queen was ugly, she was the true definition of beautiful for a big girl.

Standing next to Mi’elle and I, she couldn’t hold a candle to us. We were bad bitches up and down. From our faces to our perfectly sculpted bodies, I just didn’t see what Inferno’s infatuation came from with this girl.

Mi’elle lifted her hand in the air and that’s when I saw a fresh tattoo of flames, followed by Inferno’s name. She waved a waitress over to our table and looked at me and gave me a sinister smile. I rolled my eyes because I wish I was bold enough to do some shit like that. If I up and tatted Inferno’s name he’d probably do something drastic like cut me off.

“He’s in love.” It pained me to say it, so I quickly looked away, trying to blink back tears. I couldn’t stand Mi’elle but over the years, I learned to accept her crazy ass.

“Aww, and let me guess… You over there hurt and shit.” She rolled her eyes and gave her attention to the waitress. Once she placed her order, I picked up the napkin and dabbed the corners of my eyes.

“That doesn’t bother you?” I asked, getting annoyed with the fact that I even called her to sit with me. Truth was, I felt like she was the only person that would understand how I felt. We basically shared the same dick. Mi’elle has done some crazy things. In my eyes, Inferno should have cut her off after she faked like she was pregnant.

“Hell no, I know that my pussy is top tier, and my head is even better. I don’t bother the nigga, and when he bothers me. I make sure to soak this kitty in vinegar so its as tight as it was the last time he slid in.” She did a little dance in her seat and smiled. I gave her a look of disgust not believing that she was actually okay with Inferno falling in love.

“After the whole baby thing, and him showing me how he really felt about me. I found me other dick to bounce on. Good paid dick to be exact. I love Inferno and would love to be his trophy wife, but I can’t put a stop to finding my real husband by waiting on him. Men like him is too powerful for they own good. They have all the money in the world, so their options are endless. I’m not about to sit up and cry myself to sleep at night, lose most of my beauty by not getting any sleep. I just can’t do that shit. See, that’s why he always call me first. He knows that you are a needy bitch ready to scrub his mansions floors with a toothbrush just to get his damn attention.” She shook her head and opened her Chanel bag to retrieve her vape.

“I’m not saying it to hurt your feelings, Kenya. I mean, I don’t care for your uppity ass, but I get how you feel. I used to feel like that the first couple of years.” She looked off at nothing in particular getting serious. “I’m still in love with Malice my damn self, everything about that man is fire as fuck. I just was able to accept that I ain’t the woman for him and you need to accept it too. If we were the women for him, it wouldn’t be two of us and one of her.”

“You say that like she is above us.” I hissed, getting pissed how she put it.

“Bitch, she is that niggas wife. Don’t say shit about it being business either. I brought one of my baddest bitches over a couple of months ago for his birthday in Mexico. Nigga flew me out and everything. His wife walked in that room while we were all fucking. She walked out all calm and shit, and in my head, I figured, yea, this some arranged shit. When I was getting ready to leave, she set one of the niggas favorite cars on fire and he didn’t do shit about it. If that was us, we would be dead. So, yes bitch… that separates us from her.” She thanked the waitress for her drink and took a slow sip.

“Kenya, you gotta find you some good dick to occupy your mind from Inferno. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Look at you, you called me out of all people, and you know we don’t like each other.” We both giggled at that. I couldn’t stand Mi’elle, she was ghetto and very classless about herself. I never considered screwing someone else besides Inferno. It felt like cheating, and I didn’t want him viewing me as a whore either. The idea didn’t sound too bad though. I desperately needed a distraction.

“What if we both offer ourselves to him exclusively? Like a relationship type of thing.” Mi’elle raised her brows at that like she was thinking about it.

“I do like licking some good pussy. It looks like you taste good as fuck too. I don’t know bitch; I’ll think about it. In the meantime, go find yourself some side dick to jump on. I can’t exclusively be with no nigga unless he trying to marry me. Your idea sounds good because Inferno is paid, but that doesn’t mean he would settle for just us. I’m keeping my options open. Now go mingle like I’m about to go do. Unlike you, I ain’t on that niggas payroll so this drink is on you.” She smiled and stood up, fixing her tight-ass leather mini skirt. She strutted off like she was on the runway and mixed into the crowd.