Ain't No Wifey 2 (13 page)

              “What the fuck is you talking about Susan?” I yelled while shaking her.

              “This bitch left Miya unattended and someone kidnapped her,” Micah yelled.

              “They took Miya. I took my eyes off of her for two minutes to help the children get ice cream and I came back and she was gone. A woman was carrying her away and she hopped in a car before I could chase her down,” she sobbed.

              I let go of her and looked her in the face; I knew she wasn’t telling me my baby was abducted. I pulled my fist back and punched her in the face. Once she fell to the floor I hopped on her ass and rained a combination of fists to her body. She shook and cried while screaming but I didn’t hear any of that I continued to punch, kick and stomp this bitch into the ground. I felt Micah grab me and pull me off of her. He walked toward his car while I screamed at the bitch still on the floor in a ball.

              “You white snow bunny bitch. I trusted you with my daughter and you let her get taken, you stupid fucking bitch. You be lucky if I don’t come back and fucking kill your ass!” I screamed as I was shoved in the car.

              Micah got in the car and looked out the window at the cops helping Susan up. I was so out of breath I was heaving in and out still amped. How could someone take my baby? What the hell she mean she stepped away for two minutes. Miya was a millionaire’s baby. Excuse me for sounding harsh but she worth more than her snot nose kids.

              “Baby, you have to calm down and speak to these pigs. They will help us get Miya, baby,” he warned and caressed my thigh.

              “Micah, they don’t believe us. You see what happened last time and they laughed in our face.” I got out the car and walked over to Susan. Her face was fucked up and she was red and bleeding everywhere.

              “Miss Santos, you are very lucky your neighbor doesn’t want to press charges or else your ass would be down at central booking right now…. We are doing everything we can do to assure a safe return for your daughter. We put out an amber alert out so we will keep you posted. Do you have pictures that we can use?” the older officer asked. I ran in the house and retrieved about six photos of my princess and handed them to him.

              After all the cops left, I sat in the car with Micah fuming mad. They didn’t sound confident and that didn’t sit well with me. I didn’t know the first place to start looking for my daughter. My phone rang and I answered on the first ring.

              “Hello?” I yelled into the phone.

              “You want your baby? Get three million up and I’ll call you with the details on where to leave it.” It was something familiar about the voice. I knew the voice but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

              “Tell me where my baby is,” Micah looked over at me and snatched the phone. He put it on speaker and I wanted for the caller to speak.

              “Minka, you don’t scare me… you and Ashley are getting what you deserve,” he cackled.

              “Juelz, I thought you were dead. I heard the shots,” I whispered while holding my chest. I felt like I was in the twilight zone.

              “Think again, you thot. You did a good job on killing Snuff though. You didn’t tell me you knew how to handle a gun like that.”

              “What the fuck is he talking about, Minka?” Micah yelled at me.

              “Oh, I didn’t know hubbie was on the line. Well, since I got both of you on the line. I need three million by tomorrow night. Don’t worry I got someone who will take very good care of your princess,” he said and ended the call.

              Micah massaged his neck and looked me in the face so I could explain. I thought I left that behind me in New York. Now it had followed me and was putting all the people I cared about in danger, especially my daughter.

              “Minka, I ain’t about to play games with you, what the fuck was he talking about?” he sternly asked.

              “Damn, when we broke up, Ashley got in shit with her baby father who happens to be my ex- boyfriend. She had to kill him to avoid paying a debt he owed her sister’s man. She shot him and I killed her sister’s man because I knew he would blackmail her. We thought they both died in that parking garage. Snuff, the one I killed has a brother who found me in the club the other night. He said he wouldn’t kill me if I gave him some money.” I said never taking a breath. The way he looked at me, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

              “Minka, what the fuck do you get yourself involved with? That’s some crazy shit, you was shooting people while carrying my seed?” he shook his head in disbelief. I ignored him and called Kirk.

              “I know for fact he is the one who shot and raped Ashley,” I said as I held the phone to my ear. It rang for a while before he answered.

              “WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU TELL ME JUELZ WAS ALIVE?” I screamed into the phone.

              “Wait, how you found out?” he had the nerve to ask.

              “He kidnapped my daughter, Kirk… you don’t think you should have warned me he was looking for me and Ashley? I know you knew.

              “I planned on getting that nigga before he touched you, shit, damn. Lace gonna have my head.” He blew out some air.

              “Well he done got my baby now. He wants three million tomorrow night,” I explained to him.

              He told me to come pick him up from his hotel. I knew he was shitting brick from that four-letter word LACE. Sylvester Santos made the hardest niggas fold; Kirk was big boy in charge until that Lace came into the equation. I knew Kirk was willing to put his life on the line to bring my baby back home. Or else his life would be ending if she didn’t return home.

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Milan

              I woke up with my husband lying beside me and snoring peacefully. If I had known me stepping out the club would have made his ass come home, I would have been out all the time. I got up and went to take care of my hygiene. Once I was done, my phone started ringing so I went to answer it.

              “Hello,” I sang into the phone, feeling real good about the morning I had.

              “Milan! Where the fuck have you been?” Minka screamed hysterically at me. I looked at the phone and noticed it was a little after ten at night.

              “Calm down, bitch. I was getting some much needed sleep and dick,” I chuckled but she didn’t.

              “Ashley is in critical condition! Miya was kidnapped while I went to the hospital because you weren’t answering your phone!” she screamed.

              “WHAT! WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?” I yelled while slipping on a pair of jeans out my closet. Donovan had jumped up already and was looking around confused.

              “Papa, someone kidnapped Miya and Ashley was shot,” I said to him before I got back to the phone. “Where do you want me to meet you?” I asked Minka.

              “Me and Micah at the Hilton hotel in downtown Miami. Why do I feel like my life is being ripped apart at the seams?”

              “I'm on my way now. Keep calm, Minka. Don’t fall apart.” I instructed.

*

              Donovan and I were racing down the streets of Miami with a boulder on our hearts. I was so frustrated and Donovan saw it, he reached over and caressed my leg.

              “Cookie, don’t worry. She’s going to pull through and Miya will be returned home, I put that on my life when I say that,” he said as he made a right turn. His eyes were bloodshot red and, although I didn’t know Donovan during his wild days, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

              “I know, babe. I’m trying to be positive,” I said, looking out the window. I jumped when Donovan started banging on the wheel of the car.

              “Who the fuck would try my family!” he yelled while the vein out his neck poked out.

              We arrived at the Hilton, Micah and Minka and the same man from the club was sitting down. The man saw us and reached his hand out and shook Donavan’s hand. I looked at him and wondered what he and Minka had in common and why he was here. However, I knew Minka had a life in New York before moving to Miami.
              “What’s good, bruh, who you?” Donovan asked as he stepped back from their embrace.

              “Kirk, old friend of Minka’s,” he replied, keeping it short and sweet.

              I ran over and wrapped my arms around Minka; she broke down and started crying harder and harder. She held on to me for dear life and I felt bad that I was getting dick and sleep while my sister was dealing with this alone.

              “Milan, I need my damn baby. She has nothing to do with anything. I really need her,” she sobbed into my chest; I patted her head and held her in my arms.

              “Don’t worry, Minka, she’s coming home. I can bet on that.”

Micah

I looked over at this man who called himself Kirk. He said he was able to get my princess back so I was rocking with him for now. Donovan kept pacing the hallway mumbling things to his self. I didn’t want my daughter’s abduction to cause him to go back to his wild and reckless days.

              “I’m dealing with shit right now. Stay with your daughter or I will come over there and shove my gun in your mouth!” Donovan screamed on the phone while slamming his fist in and out of the wall.

              “Chill, homie, I got this. We gonna bring her home. I can bet that.” Kirk calmed him down.

              “How you plan on doing this?” I asked the quicker the better.

              “If I tell you how then y’all wont be natural during this exchange. Just know he will be dealt with, do the exchange.”  It made sense what he was saying; if he told me I would probably be looking around being nervous.

              “My daughter’s life is in your hands…. Don’t fuck up.” I got up and went to get Minka. I carried her out the hotel and back home. Milan gave her sleeping pills to help her cope with not having Miya tonight.

              I prayed like hell my daughter was safe and being treated right. It better not be a hair out of place on her head. The shit Minka was involved had me looking at her in a different light. Why didn’t she think to tell me what was going on? I could have had her and Miya protected like the first family. She was once again keeping secrets that cost her best friend and daughter’s life. I hoped like hell Ashley pulled through. She was strong and I had faith that she would make a full recovery. I already had my accounting pulling the money out my bank and getting it bagged and ready.

28

Sasha

“Lorenzo, you made me do it, I kept telling you to let me be and do what I asked but you had to go opening your mouth to her!” I screamed, standing over Meghan’s stiff body. Lorenzo’s pussy ass sat in the chair tied up crying and sniffling.

              “You didn’t have to do that to her, Sasha. You are fucking crazy and need help,” he sobbed.

              I admit, he just watched me stab his wife repeatedly with the same butcher knife she was using to cut his steak. I didn’t want to kill sissy but she once again was sticking her head where it didn’t belong. I came to my sister in my time of need. Instead of her being there for me she went on and on about Minka. I sat and watched her as she butchered his steak talking about how much Minka didn’t deserve what I did. And how she prayed for Byron’s family. When she asked me to help her finish cutting the steak while she stir-fried the string beans I took it as a opportunity to launch the knife into her back. After all that was what she was doing to me figuratively.

              Lorenzo came in after she was already on the floor, hollering in pain. I stabbed her a few more times before I caught him the living room trying to dial the cops. I stabbed him in the back and tied him to the kitchen chair using pantyhoes.  I turned my attention back to Lorenzo who was still in the chair shaking. He probably thought his life was next right along with his wife’s life. He was right; since he couldn’t do me the favor I asked he had to die. I asked him over and over not to mention it to Meghan; each time I spoke to him he assured me that he wouldn’t. To add assault to injury, here was my blood sister in her kitchen glorifying the bitch I hated; the same bitch that had me jumped and took my man. 

              “Lorenzo, to death do y’all part,” I said, slicing his throat. I knew within a few minutes he would be dead right along with my sister.

              I wouldn’t rest until I had the life Minka had. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I woke up every morning to Micah. Why couldn’t any one do that favor for me and make me happy? Everyone wanted to make it seem like I was crazy. All I wanted was my life to be complete. My plan wasn’t to hurt Micah’s daughter; I just wanted her. The baby I was carrying was gone and probably would never have made it into this world. Doctors said I didn’t eat enough and didn’t take care of my baby.  This was why I had to have Minka’s baby. Micah and me would raise her good. Why did she need her whore of a mother?

              Jeremy…or Juez, I wasn’t good with names, came into the picture at the perfect time and now it was time for him to bow out. He refused to; I didn’t need him any longer. Especially when he mentioned the FBI wanted him. I didn’t need that around me especially after I had Minka taken care of. I didn’t know what his motives were with Minka and I didn’t care. I wanted my face to be the last one she saw when she took her last breath...I needed Micah to focus on his daughter, Miya, and me.

*

              I walked into the house I was living in, Juelz was on the couch with a screaming Miya. All she did was cry and cry. I didn’t have milk to give her so I couldn’t breastfeed. I guess because I couldn’t do for her she didn’t need me. Typical people, only use you for what you got for the moment. Her spoiled ass was probably drinking golden milk.