CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It had been days and Mario strangely had not heard from his wife. After her calling the few times and him pushing ignore, he could only assume Kat had gotten in touch with her exposing the dirty deed they had done at the cemetery. For the first time in years, Mario had not stepped foot out of the house. He slept most of the day, having dreams about his mother. His appetite had increased and his depression had caused him to eat damn near everything that was in the refrigerator and freezer. Mario didn’t know if he was coming or going. Several of his people had hit him up, texting the addresses to a few high-stakes dice games, but he wasn’t in the mood to gamble. He felt like he’d lost his edge and urge for that some months back. He’d tried calling Angie V just to talk, but he could never seem to get in touch with her either.
Feeling like shit, as well as looking the part, Mario dragged himself off the couch. Jumping in the SUV, he noticed the tank was almost on empty and he still didn’t want to stop to get gas. Turning into the Walmart parking lot, Mario had no reservations about pulling into a handicap space and daring any person young, old, male, or female to challenge him. As he sat there, he tried calling Angie V once more. He got the voicemail. He then texted and still got no response.
Going inside Walmart, Mario did his usual: he went straight to JPay to put some money on Sasha’s books. Even though she hadn’t spoken to him for whatever reason, she was still his wife and he still owed it to her to make sure she was good while doing time. As he stood at the counter, he searched the checkout lines and all the cashiers to see if he saw Angie V. Finally he asked the older woman who always helped him at the JPay register if the Spanish chick Angie was working today. Without hesitation, she informed Mario that Angela Vega had taken ill a few days back and was off the schedule until further notice.
Holding his receipt in hand, he headed back out to the SUV. Before starting the engine, Mario texted Angie V once more, asking if everything was okay because he had heard she was ill, and what could he do to help. Tossing his cell onto the passenger seat, Mario hoped his friend replied as he drove to the gas station.
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Kat was beside herself. Trapped in the house with her pride, she’d nursed her bruised face for days. Each and every time she stood in the mirror, she relived what she and Mario had done at the graveyard. While part of her still wanted to throw up in her mouth for the ultimate betrayal of her lifelong best friend, the other part could not help but fantasize about how good the sex was.
Naked in the shower, Kat let the hot water run down on top of her head and she got chill bumps as it trickled down the crack of her ass. It had been a long time since she’d had any real dick up inside of her and she hoped she wasn’t sprung. It was one thing to have fucked the enemy, but to lust after him was another.
Reaching her hand out beyond the curtain, Kat grabbed her bullet-shaped companion and went to work. In and out, out and in, all she could think about was Mario. Kat knew it was wrong. She still hated his guts for the way he had always treated her best friend; and she even hated him for having sex with her as well even though they were equally at fault. As she was close to climax with her best friend’s husband in mind, she swore to herself that the first opportunity she got to fuck over Mario and his smug world, she would. Knowing that his no-good, slick ass was trying to get with ol’ girl at Walmart, Kat knew to start there. The only main thing that she wanted to preserve in the meantime was her relationship with Sasha, which she cherished almost more than life itself.
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Mario left the gas station and headed back toward the house. After swinging by McDonald’s he pulled in the driveway. As he sat there he wondered what Sasha was doing at that moment and if she would ever be able to forgive him for what he’d done as far as Kat was concerned. He had no way of knowing that his wife was on LOP and couldn’t call, let alone that she knew absolutely nothing about Kat. He could only assume when Kat callously threw herself and him under the bus, he dragged Angie V along with them for the ride. Why wouldn’t Kat be so vindictive to do so? That’s who she was and who she always was since the moment she’d first stepped to the car out at the park trying to push up on his boy Dino and him. The fact that she was low-key whispering for both of them to have a threesome with her and forget about her ugly, boring-ass friend standing back over to the side was never brought up again, especially after all the gunfire and death that erupted seconds after she mentioned it. However, Mario never forgot what a snake Kat truly was and just how fake her loyalty was to Sasha; and the fact that he just fucked her proved he was right all along.
Mario finished off his fries before getting out of the SUV with his burger still in the bag. Walking up on the porch he paused as his cell phone went off. Looking down at the screen he saw, thank God, it was Angie V returning his text. She said that she had been extremely busy, and asked if he could call her after seven. Mario instantly replied yes with a smile on his face.