Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (14 page)

"True. I'll brainstorm on it. Maya, thank you for doing
the right thing."

"You're not giving me a choice, Mike. This is your show, so I'll play my part. You two enjoy your evening," Maya
said before leaving.

Mike laid his back flat across the bed and put his hands
over his face. "What the fuck happened to us?"

"Are you asking me?"

"No, I'm asking myself."

"Yeah, `cause yah some fucked up motherfuckers. I
thought I was damaged, but the Owens family got me
beat."

"You don't have to rub it in, Precious."

"I mean am I really telling you something that you don't
already know? The scary part is, as fucked up as your
thinking is, I believe you're trying to make the best out of the
horrible situation you created. Maya, on the other hand still
ain't comprehending that this is some bullshit. She doesn't
think she's doing anything wrong."

"I'm hoping that she'll get there."

"Nah, she ain't got no conscious. Even when I was out
in them streets causing havoc I felt remorse for a few
motherfuckers I had to take out. But at that moment I
felt I didn't have a choice. It was like my life or theirs, so
of course I chose mine. Maya don't even seem to have
the capability to have remorse and that's frightening.
And Mike, not too many things frighten me. Thank God
Aaliyah is going to be with Supreme's parents. That will
help me sleep a little bit better at night."

"I was glad to hear that too. Maya's obsession with
winning Supreme over has her being erratic."

"Damn sure do, so you better be careful. Maya is
determined not to let anything or anyone stop this fantasy
life she's created in her mind with Supreme."

"True, but that's why I had to utilize my gun leverage."

"Would that have something to do with the cat named
Terrell?"

Mike lifted his upper body off the bed and turned
towards me.

"How did you know about Terrell?"

"I heard you and Maya arguing about him the other
day. Who is he?" I could tell Mike didn't want to tell me
which made me want to know even more. "Mike, you
might as well tell me. I'm a prisoner for goodness sakes!
Who am I gonna tell?"

He let out a deep sigh like fuck it. "Terrell was Nina's
younger brother."

"Nina... the Nina that was engaged to Jamal and working
for you?"

"Yep, that Nina."

"What is Maya's connection to him?"

"That was supposed to be her quote man unquote. Maya's
young hot ass was in way over her head with that dude."

"What happened?"

"He was a lil' young hustling nigga from Queens makin'
paper. He wasn't a major nigga in the drug game, but he fo'
sho' was on a come-up makin' moves. Somehow him and
Maya started dating. Again, me being so caught up in my
own shit I had no idea she was dealing wit' cat, not until I
got a phone call one night."

"From who?"

"Maya. She was crying being all hysterical. She told me
to come get her from this townhouse in Jersey. When I
got there she let me in and I see Terrell on the floor laying
in a puddle of his own blood."

"What, did somebody run up in the crib and kill him?"

"Yeah, Maya's crazy ass."

"Wait a minute, Maya killed him?"

"I didn't stutter. She killed that nigga over some young
girl bullshit. He was supposed to be her man and he was
fuckin' around on her. The kid was only eighteen. What
the fuck do you think an eighteen year old nigga, makin'
money in the streets is gonna to be doing? But she was
fifteen and out of her league."

"So she killed him?"

"She claimed it was an accident. That she was only
tryna threaten him with the gun but it went off. I knew
she was lying. I was looking in the eyes of a killer. I knew
those eyes. I had them too."

"Wow, and I thought when she killed Nina it was her
first time. No wonder it seemed so effortless."

"Maya killed Nina too?"

"You didn't know that? I thought for sure Maya would've
told you."

"No. I always assumed you killed Nina."

"It was your sister. That was the incident that brought
us so close together, because Nina was about to kill me
and Maya shot her first. I had no idea that Maya even
knew Nina before I introduced them."

"They didn't."

"But Maya was dating her brother."

"She was fuckin' her brother and she was just one of many.
But when I saw him lying on the floor I recognized his face
immediately. He used to get drugs from me and I knew he
had an older sister that he was holding it down for."

"You're talking about Nina."

"Yeah, that's when I decided to recruit her. She could
work for me and I would put money in her pocket now
that her brother was dead because of my silly ass sister. So
at the funeral I approached her and took it from there."

"Why did you hold onto the gun?"

"I know it's crazy, but I swear every time I was about
to ditch that shit something kept holding me back and
I'm glad I did. Trust me, if I didn't have that gun situation
lingering over Maya's head there's no telling what she
might do."

"So why do you fuck wit' her?"

"Unless you have your own brother or sister it's hard to
explain the bond. You can be at each other's throats but
you rise and fall together."

"I understand, but if you don't mind me asking, what
did you do with the gun?"

Mike gave a slight laugh. "I feel like I shouldn't tell you."

"Why? It's not like IT ever have a chance to get it. After
we leave LA we're off to another country. It doesn't really
matter if you tell me. I'm just curious."

"You're right, what's the harm? After Donnell did that drive
by shooting for me I had him take it back to New York."

"You had that nigga take that shit all the way back to
New York? How?"

"All those details aren't necessary. The point is he got it
there and back to its proper resting place."

"Its proper resting place ...I'm lost. Where would that be?"

"The apartment Nina lived in and Terrell paid the rent on
until he was murdered. Call it twisted, but it was like my
gift to Nina. When her brother died she was crushed. Me
stashing it at the spot Terrell would hold down for her was like me putting the shit to rest."

"If you say so."

"But now it's even more ironic. I mean they both died
at the hands of Maya. And the gun she used that could
put her away for the rest of her life is stashed at a spot
that both of them called home at one time."

"Who lives there now? Nina's been dead for a minute."

"I have somebody that checks up on it every now and
then, but nobody. Nina always maintained that spot even
after she moved in with Jamal, but it was mostly for me. The
apartment was in a low key neighborhood in Queens so I
would use it for some business purposes occasionally."

"So what, you keep paying the rent every month to
maintain it?"

"Right before she died, Nina resigned the lease. I paid
that shit up for the whole year in advance. To this day that
landlord ain't neva asked no questions and don't even know
that Nina is dead. When it's time to renew the lease, he puts
it under the door and I get my people to pay that shit up
front for the year. And you know how motherfuckers are.
All they want is the loot and no tenants complaining about
the noise. I'm two for two on that."

"Interesting. You better hope Maya doesn't ever find
that spot."

"Nope, like I said it's a real low-key spot. She doesn't
know anything about it. That's exactly the way it needs to
be. Having some collateral is good because you can never
be too careful. But like I said, Maya and I share a bond. It
won't ever come down to that."

I heard what Mike was saying, but that so called bond
he shared with Maya appeared to be one-sided to me. I wanted to be wrong because with his help I would
get my daughter back. But see, I was always taught that
when a man was sleeping, a woman was thinking, and
in this particular case I think that applied to brother and
sister too. Maya wasn't going to let anybody-including
Mike-get in the way of her being able to walk in my
shoes.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" was all I screamed for twenty minutes
straight when I left from seeing my brother and Precious
at the stash house. Those two motherfuckers were trying
to ruin everything that I had worked so hard for. I couldn't
fathom how Precious was able to turn my brother against
me. Thepower ofpussy, kept flashing through my brain. It had
to be that because what other reason would Mike develop
a conscious? I thought back to when I first started seeing
glimpses of it. It all came around to Aaliyah. He had a
soft spot for that little girl and for her mother. I preferred
for Precious to be dead, but I was willing to let Mike ride
into the night with that manipulative tramp, but not with
Aaliyah too. Supreme would be devastated and would
spend the rest of his life searching for her and leaving no time for me and him to become a family. I had to figure
out a way to work this shit out, and it started tonight.

When I got back to the house Supreme wasn't home and
Aaliyah was gone. His parents must have been in and out.
I wondered what Supreme was working on that had his full
attention. I knew Precious was at the center of it but I wanted
the specifics. I couldn't focus on any of that right now. I didn't
know how much time I was working with before Supreme
would be home and I had to try and work my magic. I ran
upstairs and headed straight for the shower.

It was now or never so I had to go hard. I stepped
out the shower and began the completion of my
transformation. It would be the tiny details that would
make all the difference and I wasn't missing one. Every
ten minutes I would check out the security camera to
see if Supreme was pulling up, and on the fourth look I
peeped his Lamborghini zooming up the driveway. My
hands were shaking because I was so nervous, but there
was no backing out.

I hurried down the stairs, dimming the lights and positioned
myself right in front of the steel case windows. With the
moonlight beaming through, the views from downtown LA
to Pacific Palisades were even more spectacular.

When Supreme opened the front door, my back was
facing him. I heard the door shut and his footsteps on the
marble floor. His pace was quick when he first entered
but became slower with each step. I knew by that, he had
noticed my presence. I remained motionless as if a well
sculpted wax figure. The steps got closer and closer and
I was ready to jump out my skin from nervousness, but I
wanted this shit to work out so damn bad I wasn't about to fuck it up.

Then I felt the strong arms I had been dying to feel,
wrap around my waist. Supreme took in his favorite Dolce
& Gabbana light blue scent I had purposely taken from
Precious' room and sprayed on my body. He buried his face
on my slender neck immersing in the seductive aroma.

"Baby, I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away.
I've missed you so much. I'm so happy you're back
home," Supreme whispered, gliding his hands up the silk
negligee to my breasts and massaging his fingers against
my hardened nipples. "Don't ever leave me again." He
pressed his lips against my skin, sprinkling kisses up and
down my neck. With forcefulness he turned my body
around now pressing his lips on mine with eyes closed. I
let our tongues intertwine and then closed my eyes too,
letting my body melt in his arms. I never knew that a kiss
could feel almost as good as the actual act of sex. Then it
happened... all motion stopped.

"Maya, what the fuck are you doing? I thought you were
Precious!" Supreme said, pushing me away. Although his voice
was raised, I didn't see anger in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Supreme. When you walked up and put
your arms around me, I got caught up in the moment.
Please forgive me."

"But look at you, your hair. . .you have on Precious'
nightgown and that perfume. That's the only kind Precious
wears because she knows it's my favorite." Supreme
backed away from me and sat down on the couch. "I
can't believe I did what I just did."

"Supreme, it isn't your fault. I can understand how
you mistook me for Precious, that's the only reason why you were attracted to me. I should've stopped you, but I
didn't. I'm so wrong for that."

Supreme sat with his head down, still baffled by what
happened. "Why do you look like that like Precious?" he
asked. I knew he was trying to make sense of a situation
I carefully calculated.

"Well you told me to go treat myself and I decided
to get a makeover. The stylist suggested the hair color
and extensions. It didn't really register with me that it
was so similar to how Precious wears her hair until I got
home and saw all the pictures around the house. As for
the negligee and perfume, Precious actually gave it to
me a long time ago when I was with Clip and we were
having problems. She told me this was a guaranteed way
to seduce him and make him forget any other woman he
may have been creeping with."