everything I had not to kill her ass right on the spot. Trixie had this thing where she would make her boyfriend jealous and talk about all I did for Lisa, just to get him on his game. Trixie loved drama and kept shit goin’. Luckily, nothin’ ever got back to Lisa. This was the main reason why I kept my wife away from her shop.
“Get off of me! What are you doing?” Trixie asked as her eyes bulged.
“Answer me! Did you have anything to do wit’ that nigga robbin’ somebody?” For some reason, I didn’t want Trixie to know I was the person her boyfriend had robbed just in case she wasn’t involved.
“No…I didn’t,” Trixie pleaded. “What’s wrong with you?”
Somethin’ in her eyes told me she was tellin’ the truth so I let her go. I just hoped my gut instinct was right.
Trixie grabbed her neck then began to cough for a few seconds, before finally looking back at me. “Are you fucking crazy? What the hell was that all about?”
“Nothin’. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t involved. I don’t want my girl to be participatin’ in shit like that.” Trixie was no where near my girl, but I had to put that out there to make sure she wouldn’t know what I was up to.
“So, that’s the way you had to show me?” Trixie asked as she coughed again.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, turnin’ on the charm.
Trixie finally forced a smile. “I’m glad you finally called me your girl. That sounded nice.”
After calmin’ her down a bit more, I let Trixie know that I had some things to take care of and I would be back even though I had no plans on comin’ back at all. Wit’ revenge on my mind, I quickly left the hotel, jumped in my car and called Carlos to let him know what was up. He knew what time it was and was ready for us to handle our business. As I drove down Route 1 in Alexandria, thoughts of me fuckin’ Trixie in the first place, started to consume my mind. If I’d just kept my dick in my pants, none of this would’ve probably ever happened. Trixie threw it at me and I fell for it, but I guess I had finally learned the hard way that good pussy had a hefty price tag.
CHAPTER SIX
Rich
Carlos and I headed down Indian Head Highway three hours later to make sure Mike paid for what he did to me and my wife. I had one of my other soldiers, Rico, casin’ Trixie’s crib to see if the nigga was home, and luckily he was. Trixie had made the caper easy by givin’ up all the information I needed for my revenge. She’d told me months ago exactly where they lived and what kind of car the nigga drove which ultimately worked in my favor. The bitch loved to pillow talk, which was probably the reason I was caught up in this shit to begin wit’. As I listened to Lil Wayne’s song, Shoot Me Down, my rage began to rise and my blood boiled. Thinkin’ about all the shit the nigga had done, I was ready for war. Mike was gonna pay for what he did. I was ready to settle the score.
Once we pulled up on Trixie’s street, we parked behind Rico who was sittin’ several yards away. After quickly turnin’ off the car and the headlights, I made sure to call Trixie one last time to make sure she was still at the hotel. I didn’t need her to make any surprise visits, and we definitely didn’t need any witnesses. When Trixie confirmed that she was still in Crystal City, and would stay there ‘til her flight the next mornin’, I quickly hung up then gave Carlos a head nod lettin’ him know it was time.
Dressed in all black, all three of us made our way to the back of the house like trained ninjas makin’ sure no one spotted us. Our plan was to go in through the basement door, hopin’ that his punk ass hadn’t activated the alarm. However, even if he had, that shit still wasn’t gonna stop me from draggin’ his ass
“Get off of me! What are you doing?” Trixie asked as her eyes bulged.
“Answer me! Did you have anything to do wit’ that nigga robbin’ somebody?” For some reason, I didn’t want Trixie to know I was the person her boyfriend had robbed just in case she wasn’t involved.
“No…I didn’t,” Trixie pleaded. “What’s wrong with you?”
Somethin’ in her eyes told me she was tellin’ the truth so I let her go. I just hoped my gut instinct was right.
Trixie grabbed her neck then began to cough for a few seconds, before finally looking back at me. “Are you fucking crazy? What the hell was that all about?”
“Nothin’. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t involved. I don’t want my girl to be participatin’ in shit like that.” Trixie was no where near my girl, but I had to put that out there to make sure she wouldn’t know what I was up to.
“So, that’s the way you had to show me?” Trixie asked as she coughed again.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, turnin’ on the charm.
Trixie finally forced a smile. “I’m glad you finally called me your girl. That sounded nice.”
After calmin’ her down a bit more, I let Trixie know that I had some things to take care of and I would be back even though I had no plans on comin’ back at all. Wit’ revenge on my mind, I quickly left the hotel, jumped in my car and called Carlos to let him know what was up. He knew what time it was and was ready for us to handle our business. As I drove down Route 1 in Alexandria, thoughts of me fuckin’ Trixie in the first place, started to consume my mind. If I’d just kept my dick in my pants, none of this would’ve probably ever happened. Trixie threw it at me and I fell for it, but I guess I had finally learned the hard way that good pussy had a hefty price tag.
CHAPTER SIX
Rich
Carlos and I headed down Indian Head Highway three hours later to make sure Mike paid for what he did to me and my wife. I had one of my other soldiers, Rico, casin’ Trixie’s crib to see if the nigga was home, and luckily he was. Trixie had made the caper easy by givin’ up all the information I needed for my revenge. She’d told me months ago exactly where they lived and what kind of car the nigga drove which ultimately worked in my favor. The bitch loved to pillow talk, which was probably the reason I was caught up in this shit to begin wit’. As I listened to Lil Wayne’s song, Shoot Me Down, my rage began to rise and my blood boiled. Thinkin’ about all the shit the nigga had done, I was ready for war. Mike was gonna pay for what he did. I was ready to settle the score.
Once we pulled up on Trixie’s street, we parked behind Rico who was sittin’ several yards away. After quickly turnin’ off the car and the headlights, I made sure to call Trixie one last time to make sure she was still at the hotel. I didn’t need her to make any surprise visits, and we definitely didn’t need any witnesses. When Trixie confirmed that she was still in Crystal City, and would stay there ‘til her flight the next mornin’, I quickly hung up then gave Carlos a head nod lettin’ him know it was time.
Dressed in all black, all three of us made our way to the back of the house like trained ninjas makin’ sure no one spotted us. Our plan was to go in through the basement door, hopin’ that his punk ass hadn’t activated the alarm. However, even if he had, that shit still wasn’t gonna stop me from draggin’ his ass
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