Miss Pearlie.
It had been days since Javier had given me the letter, and after walking around the house like a complete zombie, I was finally ready to confront Rich about the allegations of Carlos’ death. Admiring the gun, I thought of how Rich had obviously betrayed me. It was still hard to believe that he was responsible for killing my husband. I’d been sleeping with the devil the entire time, and never had a clue. As I mourned Carlos’ death and dealt with Mia being sick, Rich was there every step of the way. Now, I wondered if it was out of guilt, or if was he trying to keep close tabs on me for some reason. Obviously, I didn’t really know who he was, so anything was possible at this point. He’d crossed me, and I felt stupid now for loving him.
Realizing that the kids didn’t need to be around, it was good that Denie was hanging out as usual and Maria had taken the girls to visit her sister in Alexandria. This was the perfect time for me to get to the bottom of all this, even if it meant me taking Rich’s life.
“So, what’s it gonna be lie, are you ready to put in some work?” I asked, then admired the beautiful cream handle.
Sipping my glass of wine, I was nice and relaxed. Even though I didn’t do well with alcohol, I still had a clear mind. I was focused and tried my best to control my feelings. Moments later, my Blackberry buzzed against the table. It was Rich.
“Yeah,” I tried my best to disguise my anger.
“You changed the gate code.”
“I sure did. I’ll buzz you in.”
“Yeah, alright,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.
Those days were over where he could come and go as he pleased in my home. I knew that move had fucked his head up, but he had no idea what was about to come next. I took a deep breath to try and get myself together. Taking my glass of wine to the head, I poured myself a second one, then downed that one was well. The shit definitely had me a little buzzed.
Maybe it’ll help me get through the night sane , I thought.
Unlocking the door, I went back into the dining room and sat at the table.
“Marisol, where you at?” Rich yelled.
“I’m in the dining room!”
As soon as he walked inside, I had the gun aimed right at his chest.
Rich quickly raised both arms in the air. “What the fuck is this shit about?” He seemed surprised and cautious, not knowing whether to take me serious or not.
“You think I’m a joke, nigga. Have a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”
When Rich saw tears streaming down my face, he knew I meant business and complied.
“How could you, Rich? I trusted you.”
“Man Trix…I mean Marisol, why the fuck you pointin’ that gun at me? Now, I gotta come in your crib strapped? Why the fuck you trippin’?”
“For starters, you should get a bullet for calling me that bitch’s name, and don’t try to play dumb because I heard you. Your secret has been exposed muthafucka!” I threw Jade’s letter at him.
As he scanned the paper, Rich shook his head in disbelief.
“Are you ready to come clean?” I questioned. Standing up, I walked over to him and this time placed the gun to this temple.
“As a matter of fact I am. I’m tired of holdin’ this shit in. Yes, I’m ready to tell you everything.”
“Speak, you fucking traitor!”
It looked like he wanted to fire off some type of sarcastic-ass response, but knew that would’ve been a dumb move.
“It all started one night I s Lisa out Baltimore while I was handlin’ some business. I wondered what the fuck she was doin’ out there, so I followed her. She ended up at some run- down hotel. I didn’t know what type of shit that bitch was involved in because around that time her attitude had changed. So…”
I pushed the gun further into the side of his head. “What the hell does this have to do with my husband?”
“Marisol, I’m gettin’ to that just calm down,” Rich responded. “Anyway, so I gave it a minute and figured that I would let Lisa get comfortable
It had been days since Javier had given me the letter, and after walking around the house like a complete zombie, I was finally ready to confront Rich about the allegations of Carlos’ death. Admiring the gun, I thought of how Rich had obviously betrayed me. It was still hard to believe that he was responsible for killing my husband. I’d been sleeping with the devil the entire time, and never had a clue. As I mourned Carlos’ death and dealt with Mia being sick, Rich was there every step of the way. Now, I wondered if it was out of guilt, or if was he trying to keep close tabs on me for some reason. Obviously, I didn’t really know who he was, so anything was possible at this point. He’d crossed me, and I felt stupid now for loving him.
Realizing that the kids didn’t need to be around, it was good that Denie was hanging out as usual and Maria had taken the girls to visit her sister in Alexandria. This was the perfect time for me to get to the bottom of all this, even if it meant me taking Rich’s life.
“So, what’s it gonna be lie, are you ready to put in some work?” I asked, then admired the beautiful cream handle.
Sipping my glass of wine, I was nice and relaxed. Even though I didn’t do well with alcohol, I still had a clear mind. I was focused and tried my best to control my feelings. Moments later, my Blackberry buzzed against the table. It was Rich.
“Yeah,” I tried my best to disguise my anger.
“You changed the gate code.”
“I sure did. I’ll buzz you in.”
“Yeah, alright,” he replied in a sarcastic tone.
Those days were over where he could come and go as he pleased in my home. I knew that move had fucked his head up, but he had no idea what was about to come next. I took a deep breath to try and get myself together. Taking my glass of wine to the head, I poured myself a second one, then downed that one was well. The shit definitely had me a little buzzed.
Maybe it’ll help me get through the night sane , I thought.
Unlocking the door, I went back into the dining room and sat at the table.
“Marisol, where you at?” Rich yelled.
“I’m in the dining room!”
As soon as he walked inside, I had the gun aimed right at his chest.
Rich quickly raised both arms in the air. “What the fuck is this shit about?” He seemed surprised and cautious, not knowing whether to take me serious or not.
“You think I’m a joke, nigga. Have a seat. We have a lot to talk about.”
When Rich saw tears streaming down my face, he knew I meant business and complied.
“How could you, Rich? I trusted you.”
“Man Trix…I mean Marisol, why the fuck you pointin’ that gun at me? Now, I gotta come in your crib strapped? Why the fuck you trippin’?”
“For starters, you should get a bullet for calling me that bitch’s name, and don’t try to play dumb because I heard you. Your secret has been exposed muthafucka!” I threw Jade’s letter at him.
As he scanned the paper, Rich shook his head in disbelief.
“Are you ready to come clean?” I questioned. Standing up, I walked over to him and this time placed the gun to this temple.
“As a matter of fact I am. I’m tired of holdin’ this shit in. Yes, I’m ready to tell you everything.”
“Speak, you fucking traitor!”
It looked like he wanted to fire off some type of sarcastic-ass response, but knew that would’ve been a dumb move.
“It all started one night I s Lisa out Baltimore while I was handlin’ some business. I wondered what the fuck she was doin’ out there, so I followed her. She ended up at some run- down hotel. I didn’t know what type of shit that bitch was involved in because around that time her attitude had changed. So…”
I pushed the gun further into the side of his head. “What the hell does this have to do with my husband?”
“Marisol, I’m gettin’ to that just calm down,” Rich responded. “Anyway, so I gave it a minute and figured that I would let Lisa get comfortable
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