The Dirty Divorce Part 3 (17 page)

“Cool. See you in a little bit,” he said, then hung up.

“Love you, too,” I said, putting my phone down.

Getting out of the water, I dried myself off before putting on some of my Almond Cookie Body Lotion by Carol’s Daughter. I then remove hot rollers that gave me big, sexy hair and sprayed on some body glitter. After deciding on a sexy, red thong set, I swallowed the Ecstasy along with three shots of Ciroc, and took a huge deep breath. It was almost showtime.

****

“Baby, I’m home!” Javier yelled forty minutes later. “We got company. You ready?”

He always knew how to make me feel better. By the sound of his voice, he obviously wanted me to be comfortable and I loved him for that.

“Yeah!” I yelled back.

I’d set the mood with all the candles and rose petals leading to the bedroom, so you could tell Javier was impressed.

“Damn, baby you really did it up,” he said, looking around the room. He then looked at me. “Wow, I don’t know if I can share you lookin’ all good like that.”

“Can I take off the blindfold now?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, are you gonna tell me who you brought home?” I questioned. The suspense was killing me.

“Just lay back and enjoy our night. No more questions.”

He started to kiss me on my neck first and as he worked his way down my body the flood gates opened. I was so wet. Maybe it was the drinks or the E pills, or maybe it was just the anticipation of me wanting this night to be over with all at the same time. Javier’s soft kisses were tender as he worked my thong off with his teeth. Next, he sucked my toes, which instantly turned me on, but I couldn’t help but wonder if my silver mirrored minx toenails would still be intact when he was done. As Javier worked his way back up my leg, he got lost in my pussy and flicked his tongue against my clit with just enough pressure that made me want to just cum all in his mouth. As he slurped and sucked my juices, I moaned wanting more.

“You like that baby?”

“I love it. I love you, Javier. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he replied.

“Make love to me baby.”

“We’ll get to that.”

After Javier used the furry handcuffs I’d bought to restrain me to the bed, something told me that the girl was up next. As I prepared for her soft gentle touch, all of a sudden things got rough. Instead of the girl making her move, Javier shoved his dick inside of me with a forceful thrust, which wasn’t his style.

“Ouch, baby that hurts,” I said. It felt like my pussy was on fire as he continued to fuck me at a rapid pace. “Javier, you’re hurting me!” I wailed.

At the moment, I started to wonder if this was a good idea.
Is he that fucking excited
, I thought to myself.

When Javier didn’t respond, I tried to take it and act as if I was enjoying myself, but couldn’t. The shit was hurting way too bad.

“Turn over,” he said in a demanding tone.

Even though it was hard for me to maneuver with the handcuffs on, I was able to turn my body onto my stomach. Once I placed myself in the doggy position, he didn’t waste time entering me from behind. Then all of a sudden I felt a tongue flicker across my clit again. Realizing that the girl had finally decided to join the party, the threesome had officially begun. However, before I could even react to the woman’s actions Javier started stroking me really hard again. I was in a world of pain as he once again rammed his tool with powerful strokes.

“Javier, don’t do it so hard!” I commanded. When he took his dick out, and tried to insert it in my ass, I really went off. “No! Stop!”

“But you said anything for me,” Javier replied.

“I know, but not there, please not there,” I whined like a two year old girl.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” another voice belted.

My anxiety level suddenly began to increase. “T-Roc, is that you?”

He removed my blindfold. “Yeah, now shut the fuck up and let me in this ass before you make my dick go soft.”

“Oh my God, Javier what’s going on?” I asked frantically.

Instead of answering, I couldn’t believe Javier was eating me out and jerking his dick while T-Roc entered my ass. I screamed to the top of my lungs in pain as T-Roc pounded in my ass with an excruciating force. Each time he pushed his thick shaft inside, it felt like my insides were about to rip apart.

“No…please…stop!” I begged.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like being with Lisa in the warehouse all over again. Never in a million years did I think Javier was referring to another man, when he mentioned the word, ménage a trois. T-Roc at that. Javier had certainly crossed the line.

Moments later, T-Roc’s body began to shiver, which told me he was releasing himself inside of me. It was the most degrading thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

“Man ole girl got some good ass,” T-Roc joked. I could tell he was pulling up his pants.

“Yo’ why you do that shit man? Hell, I ain’t even fucked her in her ass yet,” I heard Javier say.

“Don’t be mad because I got to it first,” T-Roc boasted. “Thanks for the treat, Denie. You lovebirds enjoy the rest of your night.”

Turning my body over, I watched as they gave each other a pound.

“I’ll hit you tomorrow,” T-Roc said.

As T-Roc left the room, I broke out into an uncontrollable sob.

“What’s wrong, Denie?” Javier had the nerve to ask me.

“Take this shit off me now!” I screamed. After he removed the cuffs, I turned over on my back and continued to weep.

It took all the strength that I had not to try and kill the man that I’d fallen in love with. My body was in so much pain, but my heart hurt ten times more than that. When Javier came toward me, I cringed.

“Why are you all tense? Don’t get your panties all in a bunch.”

As I cried silently I was so mad at myself for not listening to Marisol and Rich. I ignored him as he asked me shit over and over like I had something to say.

“Man, I wish I could hear what was goin’ on in that head of yours. Shit, I guess you’re pissed off at me, huh? But I know you wanted it though.”

“Are you serious? You know how much I hate him. I can’t believe you let him do that shit to me.”

“Look, you agreed to this. Don’t try and make me out to be the bad guy. You know you liked him fuckin’ you. Look at how freaky your ass was dancin’ at the party.”

“Who are you? I thought you loved me,” I said in disbelief.

“Shit, I had to make you think that in order to get the revenge I needed on your precious parents. What was the likelihood of me fuckin’ wit’ Rich’s daughter? The muthafucka who killed my sister. Shit just works out sometimes, just the way you need it too. It was fate that we saw Rich in the mall that day,” he said with a huge smile.

“So, you let a man violate me just to get back at my father. You’re a piece of shit, Javier!” I screamed.

“Oh, you think that was bad, wait to you see what I really have in store for you. See, there was a method to my madness. Even though you got some good pussy, I had to be careful to make sure my plan worked. After a couple of months, I think my mission has been accomplished.”

I had no idea what he was talking about.

“Why Javier, how could you?”

“Easy. The passion in yo’ father’s eyes told me that nigga loved you, so I knew at that point I had to get back at his punk-ass through you…the person he probably loves the most. Finally, he’ll get the payback he deserves. He has no idea what he did! Jade was all I had out here.”

Fuck you and Jade.
I thought to myself. He was getting so hyped, I decided not to go back and forth with him any longer. He didn’t deserve a response. It was obvious that Javier didn’t love me, and now I knew what I had to do.

Chapter 19
Marisol

“Who the hell is ringing my phone this early in the morning,” I said irritated.

Taking off my Juicy Couture Eye Mask, I reached for my phone off the nightstand to see who had the audacity to wake me up from such a deep slumber. I didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID.

“Hello.”

“You have a collect call from, Lorenzo Sanchez, an inmate at…”

Not feeling like listening to the recording, I pressed 0 to accept the call. Why the hell was Renzo calling me at seven a.m. L.A. time? He knew damn well the main reason why I had Maria living with me was because I wasn’t a morning person. Usually I didn’t get out of bed until at least twelve unless there was something to do that usually revolved around money. I didn’t even know inmates could call that early. But knowing Renzo, he probably already had several guards on his payroll. As much money as I placed in his commissary, he had enough to hire a few folks.

“Hey, Renzo,” I answered half asleep.

“Good morning, Marisol. I know I probably woke you up, but I really wanted to see if you’re gonna be able to come and visit me next week. I need to talk to you about some things and what’s going on with my case.” I could tell in his voice that he wanted answers.

“Well, it depends on if Denie is back home yet. She’s still missing and I can’t lose another child. I just can’t.”

It wasn’t the real reason why I didn’t want to make that trip. I’d really been avoiding him because I wasn’t ready to deal with the ‘I can’t believe Denie is your daughter’ conversation. I’d only been to visit him one time since he’d been locked up, but at the time Renzo was so hyped about his charges, he only wanted to discuss business. Even though Renzo called almost everyday, he’d yet to get the full details about how everything with Rich went down. I’d been able to avoid the discussion to some degree because the majority of the time, I always rushed him off the phone or brought up Carlos’ name, which sucked up his time. By me avoiding the face to face conversations with him I was able to escape the inevitable. However, I also knew that it was only a matter of time before Renzo would ask why Rich was still alive. I needed to play my position and make sure Lorenzo knew that he could trust me until I came up with a plan.

“Well, I just…”

“Oh my God, I can’t believe this, it’s Denie. Hold on.” I clicked over without even letting Renzo respond.

“Hello.”

“Marisol, I need you. Can you please come and get me?” Denie sobbed.

“Denie, oh my gosh! Don’t hang up, where are you? Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” My questions wouldn’t seem to stop.

“

Everything is wrong.”

“Denie, I can barely hear you. Where are you?”

“I’m in New York at Javier’s house.”

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Give me the address so I can come and get you. Where is he? What has he done to you?”

“I gotta go, he’s coming,” she quickly replied.

“No, wait! Don’t hang up, give me address!”

“I gotta go. I’ll call you back,” she whispered then hung up.

“Damn!” I said.

Realizing my daughter was in trouble, I definitely didn’t have time to deal with Lorenzo, so I never clicked back over. It was obvious that she’d snuck away to call me, so I decided against calling her back. I called Rich instead. I was definitely gonna need backup.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Rich, Denie just called.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I need you to come here ASAP. She’s in New York with Javier. She’s in trouble.”

“In trouble? What did she say?”

“She didn’t say much but when I asked her if everything was okay she said no. She was crying and everything. I could tell that she had to sneak away just to call me. I want us to get on the road and start making our way up there until we hear back from her.”

“Well, what if she doesn’t call back. Marisol, you know how Denie is. What if they just had an argument or somethin’? I don’t wanna go all the way up there and look like a damn fool if she makes up wit’ him.”

I couldn’t believe how negative he was. “Rich, I’ll take some of my goons from around the way if you don’t think you can handle being a father for a change.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean,” he said in defense mode.

“Denie would never call and ask for help if something wasn’t wrong. She’s just like you. Denie has too much pride for that. Look, I’ll be leaving here in less than thirty minutes. You can be here by then if you want. If not, then I’ll know you truly are some shit.”

Not even giving him a moment to respond, I hung up on his ass. He’d pissed me off so bad I couldn’t even think straight. After almost two months we’d finally heard from our daughter and Rich was acting like she’d been away at fucking summer camp. Was he really done with Denie, his pride and joy?

Jumping out of bed, I ran to the shower and took a quick bird bath before hopping back out. Grabbing the first thing I could get my hands on that was comfortable, ecided on a pair of black leggins, a black v-neck t-shirt and my hi-top Louis Vuitton sneakers. I was ready to declare war. Pulling my hair back in a ponytail, the last thing to make my outfit complete was a black baseball cap. There was no turning back now and nothing Javier could do to escape his death sentence.

Not knowing how long we would be gone, I threw some clothes into my Gucci duffel bag before grabbing Miss Pearlie. After kissing Carmen and letting Maria know that I would give her a call later, I quickly made my way toward the door. Just as I walked outside, Rich was pulling up. By getting to my house in less than twenty minutes, I guess he really did care.

Jumping in my Cayenne, Rich who was also dressed in black made his way to the passenger’s side before getting in.

Wow, black tee and black no-named jeans
.
I know we’re going to handle business, but he never wears off brand clothes
, I thought. Maybe he was really fucked up.