“Good thing that bullet wasn’t an inch to the right. You would have been permanently paralyzed.” The nurse said as she helped Nick into the house. But Rachel wasn’t that happy about it, she wished he was dead, it would have made her life much easier.
If only his ass would have died. She told herself, watching her hobbled husband hop.
“Yeah, I’m blessed to be here.” He said looking to his wife with a smile, but she didn’t return the gesture. Instead her face was stone, no smile, no frown, just vacant of all compassion, like a piece of stone.
It had been a long two weeks, filled with a few surgeries, but now it was time, Rachel’s husband was coming home but she still wasn’t happy, in fact she was irritated.
“Alright sir. Lift your leg.” The nurse asked Nick, but his wife wanted to break his leg again.
She was happy and irritated at the same time. Happy because now she could finally confront him, but sad as she would actually have to be in his presence.
Why don’t you just leave his ass? She asked herself, but she knew the answer to that. Leave him and do what? She had to wait, waiting was the name of the game, like she learned in the army.
If you wait, you can both be together. She thought about her love, her true love. Her superior officer was who she wanted, and for him she would wait forever. And if that meant eating shit with her husband, that’s what she would do. But what she found out was unacceptable, she wouldn’t play the innocent silent wife to a gay bastard.
It took everything in Rachel not to kick Nick out of the wheelchair, but she held Nick, trying to keep her composure and not act up in front of the nurse.
“Alright...there you go sir.” Rachel stood back as the nurse helped Nick into his wheelchair.
“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” Rachel said.
“No problem. I can show you how to care for him if you need it?”
“No thanks. I think I pretty much have everything covered.” Rachel gave a smile that would convince even the hardest jury that she was a loving and caring wife. Rubbing on her husband’s shoulders as the caregiver spoke, but the only thing on her mind was finally getting the truth.
“Well that is it. I’ll be back tomorrow to check on you.” Rachel played the role. She smiled from ear to ear, putting on the show of the perfect wife. But the squeeze she had on Nick’s shoulders was a vice grip.
“I’ll go ahead and walk you out.” Rachel smiled, walking behind the nurse to the door, leaving Nick by himself. She locked the door, and pulled her gun out of the holster before she even got to the stairs.
“Fendi...it's me…” She heard him whispering. “She knows. She knows everything.” She fought to stay hidden but she needed to know what else he was going to say. “She’s a cop...I never told you this but. She...she has connections. I think she might be trying to find you. Wherever you are, just stay there.”
Moving from her hiding place Rachel crept up on him. Calm and collected Rachel asked the question she already knew the answer to, “Who was that?”
“What...nobody?” He fumbled his cell phone, trying to stuff it in his pocket. But she didn’t believe him. She never believed him and now she had proof.
“You would think that after a woman stays by your side through a horrific accident, you would be true to her.”
“Look. I told you it was nothing. Please just drop this.” But she had no intention of dropping anything. Instead she was ready to pick up a few things that she had been waiting to say.
“I wish your ass was dead. A bullet right to the skill is what you deserve.”
“Why would you say that?” Rachel got in his face, her lips inches from his when she screamed her message into his face.
“BECAUSE YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!”
“I told you I was sorry. What else do you want me to do?”
“Die...I want you to die! I’ve wasted all this time on you and all you want is a fucking dick.”
“What are you talking about?”
To her he was a pile of shit, possibly lower than shit, and she gave him a look to show him just how low he was. “I thought you were over this...this shit with these men.”
Nick was surprised, shocked, and appalled all at the same time. He scrambled for words.
“Look. It was a mistake. I’ve had this urge for so long and I didn’t know how to tell you and...”
“SHUT UP...SHUT UP YOUR DAMN LIES” she showed him her gun now. She had turned a blind eye to his past. He was upfront and told her about a gay escapade in college.
“It was just college you told me. It was a mistake...you were confused.”
“Were you just as confused when you sucked the lieutenant’s dick in the squad car?” She froze for a moment.
“Yeah, I’m not the only one playing dirty am I? You didn’t know I knew about it. But the whole damn precinct knows.”
“No they don’t.” Nick laughed in reply. “You see. Two can play this game. Just because I’m cheating with a man doesn’t make shit any better for you. Or maybe it does, I don’t fucking know. All I know is I should have divorced your ass when I found out.”
“Found out?”
“Oh yeah. I’ve known for a long time. Or maybe I should just go to internal affairs with all the shit that I know.” Her career flashed before her eyes.
“You don’t mean that.” She thought about it for a moment. “If you’re not that guilty why did you sneak and call that bitch and tell him I was coming.”
“You're fucking crazy. I don’t know what you heard.”
“I HEARD EVERYTHING.” She screamed, her trigger finger throbbing, waiting to fire away. “I spent my life being who you wanted. Being there for you, and what do you do? You go and fuck some man.”
“Put the gun down Rachel.”
“I’m not putting shit down. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to in the house that I bought.”
“I paid for this damn house too.”
“When? When you didn’t have a dick in your mouth?”
“Look...this shit is going nowhere.” He tried pushing the wheelchair past her but it didn’t work.
“Where do you think you're going?”
“I’m going to the guest room. I’d rather sleep there than be in this damn room arguing with you.”
“No the fuck you aren’t. You are going to talk to me right now.”
“I don’t have shit to say to you. Now let me past dammit…” He hadn’t touched her in almost a year, and now he was pushing past her, not in love but in anger. Pushing past, he rolled down the hall, and as she watched something fired up inside of Rachel. Rage overtook her and instead of seeing her husband, she saw red. He wheeled himself right past the staircase and as he went down the hall she grabbed his chair from behind. Pushing him towards the stairs he screamed as the chair took a tumble.
She watched as he hit his head on the wall, the wheels of the chair spinning as his unconscious body lay at the bottom of the steps.
Seeing him like that sent Rachel into a panic. She hadn’t thought this through, she should have killed him a different way. This way would bring nothing but calls and questioning.
She only had one person to call for advice. Grabbing her cell phone she dialed his number.
“Hello...Bennett. What is it?” He answered. He called her by her last name and not by the pet name he had for her. That meant only one thing, he was around his wife.
“I did it...I killed him.”
“What?”
“I did it. I didn’t mean to. I think I killed him.”
“Wait a minute Bennett. What are you…?”
“Don’t fucking call me that, get away from around that bitch and talk to me like we usually do.”
“Bennett I think you might be drunk. I’ll pretend like I didn’t get this call. I’m on vacation with my wife and newborn. Get yourself together and take a few days off if you need to. Have a good evening.” Just that quick the phone went dead. She was left alone, her husband lying at the bottom of the stairs and her lover was throwing her in the trash.
A phone ringing filled the air, it was coming from a phone that was discarded on the stairs from Nick’s fall. She galloped down the stairs, grabbing the phone.
The call went dead before she could get to it. But the number and the name on the phone was all she needed.
“You rat bastard. I hope you are dead, but if you aren’t, everybody you think about will be die fucking with me.” She screamed to Nick’s unconscious body.
Stepping over her husband without even taking a pulse, she walked out of the house and jumped into her car.
Dialing with her own cell phone she called the only place that could help.
“Davis.”
“Davis, I need a track on a phone and on a phone number.”
“You got authorization.”
“I’m in the field now. The authorization will be on your desk in the morning.” The pause on the line told her that Davis was unsure.
“Ummm. We're really not supposed to do it.”
“Come on. It’s me...I’ll have everything all ready for you and your ducks will be in a row. I promise.”
“Fine...what’s the number?” She glanced at the phone, reading off the number that just called.
“Alright. I should have a location in a few hours.”
“Hours...come on Davis. I’ll hold, just tell me where the calls are coming from.” He cleared his throat and the typing of the keyboard filled up the line.
“Looks like Houston. Houston, Texas.”
“Really…?”
“Yep...now when can I expect that Authorization number…?” Rachel paused, ready to tell a lie, but instead she hung up the phone. There would be no authorization number. Instead she pulled out her phone and put Houston into her GPS.
Chapter - DON
Since finding out my wife is having another baby, everything in my life has been upside down. The very next day my wife got sick and that meant I had to take care of the whole house. For damn near a week I was out of commission. I even had to take my wife to the hospital, with three kids sitting in an emergency room and no family to help. The shit nearly drove me insane, but you see who has your back when things get fucked up. All it took was a week and my whole operation fell to shit.
Lark wasn’t answering the phone for me, and neither was her dry ass sister. The main bitches in my stable, and they couldn’t even call me back. I tried to hit up Astro, but he was busy on a new venture of his own, and then to top it all off I get invited to the studio by my bitch to hear a track that I never gave her permission to record.
Yet here I was in the studio, after being down and out for a couple weeks dealing with some serious shit, only to hear a hit coming through the studio speakers.
“Your husband, My Trick, Make yo nigga suck my dick.” But the words made my blood hot.
“Where you get this hook from?” I knew she didn’t write it. The shit was too brash, too catchy, the bitch had a good voice but her writing skills weren’t on this par.
“Fendi, I told you. Remember?”
“Play that shit back.” I asked the engineer, but before he could, in walked the man responsible for this shit.
“Yo Astro.” The engineer called out. “I’m done mastering and mixing it bro. Take a listen.” The beat came on solid and then the lines.
“Your husband, My Trick, Make yo nigga suck my dick. You call me the sideline but I’m more like a solid chick. Getting my bills paid by yo man naw don’t throw a fit.”
“WOOOOOOO” Astro screamed.
“See I told you.” The song went on and I took everything in me not to slap this bitch across the room.
She didn’t record this with you cause she knew better. With every word I felt like she was talking about me, and I couldn’t stand it. Three minutes lasted too long and by the time it was over my hand was itching.
“What you think?” Lark asked me.
“It’s a hit but...who told you to record this?” The room went quiet. “It was after work one night. You were busy and Astro was here, so we recorded it.”
“So you produced my woman’s record?”
“Man if you want the credit it’s cool, you can have it. I just wanted to help her. She’s a dope artist, we were just…” I saw him glance at her, the look in his eye didn’t take long for me to connect the dots.
“I think that shit was out of line dawg. You should have called me. That’s a violation man.”
“A violation nigga…”
“Baby what’s the problem? I’m just making music and…” I sent her a look that stopped her from talking instantly. I was just about to curse her the fuck out, when the door swung open again.
“Owwww….let me hear that song.” It was Fendi, and behind her was Uzi. That was the only thing that made me smile.
“Yooo what up, what up?” I pushed past Astro’s bitch ass and gave Uzi a shake. “What up with it dawg? What you doing here?” I glanced from him to Fendi. I hadn’t seen her since she got here, we seemed to always miss each other, but I needed my bread and when I called she never answered.
“Aww man I’m coming here to holla at you.”
“Oh word. What about?”
“Fendi was telling me you bought her plane ticket and some clothes or something right...?” I glanced from him to her. She was laughing it up as the song played again, dancing away with Lark over it.
“Yeah, that’s our business.”
“Naw, it’s my business now. That’s my woman, so how much I owe you play boy?” Pulling out a stack from his pockets all I saw were blue faces. He started counting before I could even get the words out.
“Shit, right now it’s like at five grand, with all that shopping shit they did but….”
“Aww five racks? That’s it? Here…” He stuffed bills into my hand. “I would consider this debt between you and my woman done, right?” He put his hand out to shake mine, but I felt like I was on Punk’d, why did this bitch want him to do this now? She had to have put him up to this.
“So she straight a’ight? Ain’t no threatening shit going on. And her aunt’s crib? Let me know what she owe you for that, and I’m gonna take care of it.” I looked at Lark now.
“Bitch you telling my business?” I screamed over the music. “Kill that shit man.” Rushing over to Lark I grabbed her by her collar.
“Bitch you telling my business?” And before she could answer I felt hands on my arm pulling me back. “Hold on nigga, don’t be grabbing her like that, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“This ain’t got shit to do with you Astro…”
“Nigga you tripping, don’t do that shit.” He was puffed up in my face with Fendi, Uzi, the engineer, and Lark all watching from the side. The shit looked like something off a movie, I had to laugh.
“Aww shit…” I chuckled. “I see what’s up here. You're fucking my bitch.” He blinked his eyes, stunned probably that I had figured it out.
“You are, aren’t you?” He held his ground still, managing to look me in my eyes, but I saw it.
“Aww okay, so you wanna be with him?”
“Don’t talk to her, talk to me.” Me and Astro went back a few years. We met on the grind in the music business, but now the nigga was crossing the line.
“So that’s how it is?”
“Yeah, pretty much nigga.” Astro growled, a few of his goons standing up, and after all it was just me by myself.
“Get ya shit out my house bitch.”
“I already did. I haven’t lived there in a week.” The bitch was fully out of pocket and here I was getting pushed out of a studio session I paid for.
I wanted to spaz out, I was ready to kill every person that was in front of me, but it was the middle of the day and I was out numbered.
“Yeah...this shit ain’t over.” I told them, as they backed me out the door I blew a kiss to Lark.
“Bye bitch….cause you're gonna regret the day you did this.” Turning around I walked out to my car with a smile on my face, but in my heart I had already plotted my revenge.