Aleesha sat parked in her Camaro across the street from Milasia’s house, smoking a blunt with her .22 in her lap. When she first pulled up and noticed Lala’s 2013 Lexus ES parked in front, she knew something wasn’t right. She knew her best friend wasn’t there because she was in New York visiting her family, so she knew it had to be no one other than Marcus. Her gut kept telling her that something wasn’t right; she just didn’t know what it was. She put out her blunt, put her phone on silent, tucked her gun in her sweater pocket and hopped out of the car. She threw her hood on and walked across the street.
As she got closer to Milasia’s house, she could hear slow music coming from out of the house. As Aleesha approached the door, she heard “Red Light Special” by TLC, and her knowing Milasia, she knew that she was in there getting her some. This bitch is outta line if they fucking, she thought. Then she wondered what Lala would do once she found out about Milasia and Marcus. She knocked at the door, but got no answer. She tried turning the doorknob and thankfully the door was unlocked, so she slowly opened it and crept in. When she got to the bedroom door, the music in the room got real low, and she could hear two voices talking.
***
Marcus had Milasia bent over in the bed, with her face down and ass up. “You like this dick, don’t you?” he asked as he pounded away at her pussy, fucking her raw and hard like she liked it.
“Yes Marcus ... Fuck that feels so damn good. Make me come baby!” she screamed back, enjoying his dick with every stroke. After about 10 minutes, he pulled out and she already knew the drill. She sucked his dick until he came in her mouth, and swallowed every drop. Then they both laid in the bed, while he rolled up a yay blunt. They had been fucking around for a little over a year now, but had kept it a secret from everyone. Marcus was really feeling her, but it wasn’t mutual because although Milasia enjoyed the sex, she was just using him. Marcus got up to turn down the music, then laid back down so they could talk.
“Damn, you hear what happened to them bitches who fucked up Aleesha?” he asked her.
“Yeah, so what?” Milasia responded, not showing any remorse or hurt.
“Shit. You never know who talked before they got killed,” he said as he hit the blunt.
“I don’t care, Aleesha won’t find out shit. One thing I know is none of them bitches were snitches. So we don’t have shit to worry about. Next week this shit will be over and we can continue our plans.”
“Yeah, but gettin’ her jumped wasn’t part of the plans, you was foul for that.”
“You and Smurf almost killin’ Cali wasn’t part of the plans either,” Milasia countered.
“Ay, we had to make that shit believable. Niggas ain’t just shootin’ niggas now. You either body the nigga or get bodied. He better be glad he didn’t die,” Marcus stated grimly.
“Yeah, but that’s still my brother.”
“Blood, you wasn’t worried about that when you came up with the plan. But shit, what’s done is done. We got bigger shit to worry about. Regardless of what you talkin’, Aleesha and Savage didn’t take that shit lightly. Aleesha might act sweet and let shit slid, but I’ve seen her do some grimy shit, and when it comes to certain things, she don’t fuck around.”
“Whatever,” Milasia said, rolling her eyes. “By next week, all will be said and done. Cali just needs a little more convincing that Aleesha set him up, and we need to somehow tie Savage into all of this before it all goes down.”
***
Aleesha stood in the hallway, and almost passed out. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. How could two people that were so close to her and her husband set her up like that? Not to mention Milasia being the one behind Cali getting shot. She didn’t want to believe that Milasia could betray her, but knowing Marcus was in on it was unbelievable. He was like family to her, despite what they had been through. She wanted to bust down the door and kill them both where they lay, but she knew she had to tell her husband. One thing she didn’t want to do was handle this “business” without him.
***
Savage pulled up to his house and noticed his wife’s Camaro was gone. “Fuck, how the fuck did she get her keys?” he asked himself out loud as he threw his car in park and turned off the ignition. Then he remembered the amazing head his wife had given him earlier that morning. A slight grin appeared on his face as he reminisced. “Damn she slick.” But then reality hit him and snapped him out of his trance as he remembered the real reason he was there.
He picked up his Samsung Galaxy Note 4 and scrolled through his call log. It didn’t take him long to get to Aleesha’s name and he hurriedly tapped it and called her phone. He patiently sat waiting for her to pick up but after a minute it went to voicemail. He waited a minute, thinking she couldn’t get to her phone fast enough, but after three minutes passed, he started getting antsy. He called her back after another five times, but still no answer. He knew his wife, and if she didn’t pick up because she was busy, she would text him back. But five minutes later and still no text or call back had Savage worried. He kept trying to call her back, but still wasn’t getting an answer. He sat in his car and prayed everything was all right with her, all the while was still calling her in hopes she would answer.
***
Aleesha crept back out of Milasia’s house and ran across the street to her car. She hopped in and took her phone out. “Fuck, fifty missed calls. What the fuck happened now?” she asked herself as she went through her phone. When she seen that it was her husband, she knew he probably went back home and seen that she wasn’t there and was blowing her phone up. She put her phone away and decided she was going to deal with him being mad that she left when she got there. She started her ignition and raced home.
When Aleesha pulled up, Savage was outside in the front yard pacing. She didn’t know what to expect looking at his facial expressions. He looked mad and worried at the same time, and as soon as he noticed his wife, he ran up to her car. She barely had a chance to get out before he was all over her.
“Where the fuck have you been? And why didn’t you answer yo phone?”
“I just came back from Mila’s house,” she said as they walked up the driveway.
“Why didn’t you answer yo phone man?” he asked her again, worriedly.
“It was on silent, my bad,” she responded apologetically.
“You good, but yo ass know you ain’t supposed to be out nowhere.”
“I know but that shit don’t even matter no more.”
“What you mean?” Savage asked as he stopped in his tracks.
“Babe ...” Aleesha said as she stopped and turned around to face him. “I found out some shit about Mila and Marcus.”
“Fuck, me too,” he said as they began walking again. They got inside the house and went straight to the living room and took a seat on the couch.
“Look we need to talk, cuz there’s a lot I need to tell you, and you may not be ready to hear it,” Savage said warily as he looked at his wife.
“Okay, well roll up. You probably gon’ need another one by the time I tell you everything,” Aleesha said as she shook her head, thinking on how to tell her husband everything.
“You ain’t ever lied.”
They sat and told each other everything they knew, except for Savage holding back a few facts. He couldn’t bring himself to tell Aleesha he slept with Milasia or that Noelle had been messing around with Marcus, and he prayed that she would never find out.