Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) (17 page)

"How did he know your name?"

"I wanted to know the same shit but felt it best not to question
him. Me and my nigga was always in some bullshit around the
way and I figured he heard about us being on some menace to
society type shit."

"I can see that."

"But, umm, like he had heard my prayers. When I got to his car, Quentin offered me a chance to work for him.
He started me off on some low level gofer type shit, but I
followed his directions meticulously without ever fucking
up, and soon my pockets stayed thick. After that my mother
and Maya never had to worry about food, clothes or shelter
again. I became the man of the house and shit was straight
all thanks to Quentin Jacobs."

"That's some story. Quentin was the family savior."

"No doubt, and he still the savior now. Even when I got
locked up he was helping me make moves from behind
bars. He made arrangements for me to be able to stay in this
house. Now he came through with this money I need and
I'm straight."

"Shit, everybody needs a friend like Quentin."

"We more than friends. Quentin said I was always like a son
to him and he definitely became like the father that was never
there for me."

"He don't have no kids of his own?"

"He is married and he does have kids with his wife, but
he don't really talk about them. He keeps them shielded, out
the life. As long as I've known Quentin, I've never been to
his house or met his family."

"Wow, talk about keeping shit on the low."

"Yeah, that's probably why he's been able to stay on top
of the game for all these years. Can't nobody fuck wit' you if
they don't know how to get to you. But enough talk about
Quentin. Let's eat."

I watched as Mike put some plates and silverware on the
table, and although I was hungry my mind remained fixated
on Quentin. Something about him was intriguing and it just
wasn't because he was a boss man.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were on a plane
to New York."

"I missed the flight," I lied as I stood in Supreme's
bedroom doorway.

"What time is it?" Supreme eyed the clock and I noticed
the half empty bottle of liquor on his nightstand.

"I hope you don't mind that I came back here, but I
had nowhere else to go," I said, moving slowly towards
his bed.

"Why are your clothes wet?"

"It's pouring down rain outside."

Supreme stared up at the skylights and saw the rain splashing
against the glass. "You're right, I'ma little out of it."

"That's okay, you've had a rough day."

"You mean a few rough days."

"Yeah, but it'll get better," I said, stroking my fingers on
the back of his head.

"You should go change and get out of those wet clothes
before you get sick."

"Supreme, you're always so concerned about everybody
else. I don't know how Precious could've ever left you.
But you're right, I do need to get out of these clothes. I
peeled out of my ultra teal, off-the-shoulder jersey dress,
and let it drop to the floor. I stood in front of Supreme
with only my cream lace thong and three-inch jeweled
thong sandals.

"Maya, what are you doing?"

"I think it's pretty obvious," I said slipping, off my
panties. "It's okay to want me because I want you too."
I lifted the blanket from Supreme and his fine ass was
already naked. That nigga had sculpted muscles from
his shoulders down, but the most important muscle
was sticking straight up hard as hell, ready to fill up
my wet pussy.

"Maya, we can't do this! It ain't right!"

"You let me worry about what is right," I said, wrapping
my other lips around his solid long, thick tool. I stroked
my tongue up, down and around his dick before focusing
my tongue action on the tip of the head.

"Damn, Maya!" Supreme moaned, leaning his head back.

"I know you want this pussy," I purred, knowing he hadn't
fucked since Precious disappeared. I knew he was horny as
hell and I was taking full advantage. Like a vampire needing
a blood fix, Supreme reached for me and devoured my neck
with passionate kisses until finding his way to my breasts. He was sucking on them so hard it almost felt like bites,
but the roughness of the shit was turning me on. Supreme
cupped my ass with his hands and jammed his humongous
dick inside of me. I screamed so fucking loud I thought the
glass would shatter.

"Maya, do you want me to stop?"

"No, please don't stop! This dick feels so good! I can
take it!" And I could. Shit, if I had my way I would be
taking this dick on a regular. Now all I had to do was get
rid of Precious once and for all.

"I got your message. What's so urgent?" Devon asked
as he sat across from me in our regular meeting spot.

"There's been a change of plans and I need your help
to execute it."

"Does that mean we're back to taking out the detective?"

"Not yet. That might not be necessary."

"You sure?"

"I ain't never sure about shit until after it happens, but
we need to handle Precious first."

"Precious? Mike told me he had that situation under control."

"When did you talk to Mike?"

"The other day I went by to see him."

"And what did he tell you?"

"That Precious and the baby were leaving the country
with him. They were waiting for Aaliyah to come back and
they were out. He said he already discussed it with you."

"Yeah, he did but I never agreed to it, and I'm not
agreeing to it now. Precious has to go."

"Hell, I don't give a fuck either way. I don't even like that chick, so I'm down for however you want to move forward."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear. Let's head over to the
stash house and we can discuss it further in the car."

After discussing the plan with Devon on our drive over
to the house, I then thought about how relieved I would
be to get rid of Precious and no longer feel I was living in
her shadow. That wasn't possible as long as she was alive.
Her death was my only solution. Even after Supreme and
I had that incredible night of sex I knew Precious was
heavy on his mind. Even though he believed his wife
left him for the next nigga, he was still mourning her ass.
The shit was about to drive me crazy. I was going to take
great pleasure putting us both out of our misery.

"Maya," Devon huffed.

"What!" I said with an attitude because I didn't like how
he called my name.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the last few
minutes. We're here."

"Oh," I said, seeing the house out of the backseat
window. "You remember the plan, right?"

"Of course. Shit, I'm ready."

"Well get what you need from the trunk."

"Already did that while you was spacing out."

"Funny! Let's go then."

When we walked in the house Mike and Precious were
lounging in the living room watching television like they
was a fucking married couple.

"Isn't this cute, love in the afternoon," I mocked at my
simple ass brother.

"What yah doing here? We ain't got no meetings on the
calendar," Mike said, getting up from the couch.

"Oh, now that you're playing house with Precious, I
need a reason to come visit my big brother?"

"Maya, don't start with the bullshit today. I'm not in the mood."

"I hope you're in the mood for something else."

"Something else like what?"

"Excuse me, Mike, do you mind if I get something to drink
from the kitchen?" Devon asked, reciting his line perfectly.

"Go head, man, help yourself."

"Thanks. Maya, do you want something?"

"No, I'm good. I have some things to discuss with my
dear brother, that's all." I watched as Precious was eyeing
the situation and Devon's movements. That bitch wasn't
stupid. She knew some shit was up.

"Spill it, Maya. What's so fuckin' important that you had
to stop by on a sunny Saturday afternoon?"

"That's no sort of greeting for your sweet younger sister."

"Maya, we both know there is nothing sweet about you."

"I think Supreme would disagree with that." I saw
Precious balling her fist as she sat on the couch, no doubt
ready for an all out beat down, but she would have to
hold tight -I would get to her in a minute.

"If you came over here to fuck with Precious about
Supreme, you can leave with that bullshit. We already
discussed this shit, and she knows Supreme is all yours.
We don't need you coming over here rubbing that shit in
her face."

"Aren't you the superhero. But sorry, your kryptonite
has run out."

`What the fuck are you babbling about? I don't like word play."

"We're sticking to the original plan. Precious has to go...toda "

"I told you she was gonna try this shit, Mike. Maya
won't feel content until she knows I'm dead."

"Precious, nobody ever said you weren't a smart girl.
You know we both can't be walking this earth, one of us
has to go, and unfortunately that's you."

"You lowdown, pathetic piece of shit!" Precious spat,
now standing next to Mike.

"Both of ya calm down. Ain't nobody doing nothing.
Maya, Precious is leaving with me and you're leaving this
house. The only time I want you to come back is when
you're bringing Aaliyah so we can get the fuck outta here."

"You're not getting it, Mike. I'm not bringing Aaliyah,
and Precious is going to die, today."

"I ain't letting that happen, Maya,"

"I had a feeling you were going to say that."

"Mike, watch out!" Precious screamed, but her warning
was too late. Devon had already used his stun gun to
knock Mike out. Precious then kicked Devon in the crotch
area in an attempt to get the stun gun out of his hand.

"Back the fuck up!" I said, pulling out the .44 magnum
I was packing. "Devon, you handle my brother and I'll
tend to Precious. Get to walking, G.I. Jane, before I bust
a cap in your ass," I directed.

"Maya, somehow, someway you gon' pay for this shit."

"One things for sure, the payback won't be from you
because soon you'll be on your way to hell. Now get the
fuck in that room." I shoved Precious in the bedroom and
locked the door.

"You will get yours!" Precious yelled out through the
door. She could scream all she wanted because all that was coming to an end.

"First thing first," I said, going back to the scene of the crime.
Devon had already carried Mike downstairs to the basement.
Mike was a solid nigga, but Devon was a humongous gorilla
dude, so lifting him was lightweight work.

"Hand me the cuffs," Devon said, as he chained up
Mike's feet. "He already starting to come too." I tossed
Devon the handcuffs, not wanting no fuckups.

"Yo, what the fuck happened?" Mike said, shaking off
his few minutes of a blackout.

"Dear brother, I'm so sorry it had to come to this."

"Maya, why the fuck do you have me chained up?" he
asked, realizing the tables had turned and he was now
the prisoner. "No, you can't be doing this. And Devon,
you in on this bullshit too?"