31. Schizo
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
SCHIZO
A COUPLE DAYS LATER…
F or weeks, I had been tryna figure out who the hell that woman was that went to the hotel with Pun. I had been kicking in every door imaginable to try and figure out what the fuck he did with our fucking shit and had been coming up empty handed. I was ’bout to lose my fucking mind. The nigga was dead and our shit was still missing. Chad had been still fucking with us and it was pissing me off even more. I was a one-issue type of nigga. I liked to handle shit one thing at a time, but shit was hitting back to back and it was gon’ cause me to react drastically.
I tried talking to Scar to see if it was possible that Chad had killed Pun and taken our shit, but we couldn’t tie the murder to ’em as of yet. At this point, three wars were brewing in the streets of Montgomery and pretty soon, it wasn’t gon’ be safe to go anywhere.
I took one final look at the blown-up photo of the woman Pun was with. I had been staring at that shit for hours. I shut my MacBook, rested my elbows on the desk, and rubbed my temples. Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was going on two in the morning, and I needed to find my way home before Kay got to blowing my ass up and wondering where the fuck I was. She hated whenever I stayed out too late. She got to swearing up and down that I was doing some shit I wasn’t even doing.
Sure, I cheated on her back in Ocean Reef before we tied the knot, but I hadn’t touched another woman since. I’m not saying that I hadn’t thought ’bout it, ’cause I damn sure did. Almost every single time I closed my eyes, I saw Stoney’s face. I replayed the intimate moment we shared with each other. I was going fucking crazy. I yearned to be close to her and that was the exact reason why I had been keeping my distance from the hotel in the last three weeks. I didn’t know what the fuck I’d do if I got close to her again. It was possible that I’d give in to my urges and sleep with her again. That was the last thing I wanted to happen. It’ll just end in disaster for all of us.
I got up from my desk and exited my office in the warehouse. We had a huge shipment coming in soon to replace all the drugs that were stolen while we were gone. Lucky for us, we still had shit placed all over the city, or else our customers would have been looking for product elsewhere since we would have been considered dry .
I set the alarm, locked the warehouse down, and hit the fob on my car. I called Kay’s phone, but it went straight to voicemail.
“I told that damn girl ’bout going to sleep without plugging that damn phone up.” Shaking my head, I got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
It took me ’bout forty-five minutes to make it home and when I pulled into the garage, Kay’s Range Rover wasn’t in there. It wasn’t in the driveway either, which only meant that she wasn’t home. I had never in life dialed her number that fast just to get nothing but the voicemail again. The last time some shit like this happened, we were at the resort and she promised to never pull some bullshit like this again.
Kay knew the lengths I’d go to if I thought something was wrong. If she didn’t turn up before the sun, I was putting an APB out on her ass. If I had to go out there and hunt her down, she wasn’t gon’ like the outcome.
Getting out my car, I entered the house from the garage. As I tossed my keys on the counter in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, I logged onto my FaceBook to see if Kay had posted anything to let me know where she was. She had taken a couple photos over three hours ago that had damn near gone viral. She was wearing this black pants two-piece with some pumps and a Fedora hat. The pictures were taken in the house. That shit was no help. If she had taken pictures three hours ago, she hadn’t long left the house. I just chucked it up as her going out with her friends and was ’bout to call it a night.
Chugging my water, I crushed the bottle and tossed it into the trash. I sauntered down the hallway to my bedroom to take a nice hot shower before I climbed in the bed. Kay had clothes tossed all over the bedroom. I hated that shit ’bout her. She’d make a huge mess then turn right ’round and not clean up after herself for days. The shit drove me fucking insane.
Gathering her clothes from the bed, I tossed ’em into the chair in the corner of the bedroom. Pulling my shirt over my head, I dropped it in the dirty hamper and entered the bathroom. I turned on the shower to steaming. The smoke took over the entire bathroom. I stripped out my clothes and stepped over into the shower. The hot water beat my body and relaxed it. Taking a hot shower after a long day was one of my favorite things to do to unwind.
I finished up my shower, reached out the door, and grabbed my towel off the hook. Wrapping it ’round my waist, I trotted out the bathroom and heard a loud thud coming from the front of the house. I grabbed my pistol off the nightstand and cocked it. If someone was stupid enough to break into my shit, they were gon’ meet their fucking maker tonight.
When I made it to the living room, I found a drunk ass Kay picking up the end table that she probably bumped into and knocked over.
“You almost got yo’ ass shot.”
Her eyes synced with mine, and she giggled. “How ’bout you shoot me with something else?” She stumbled in my direction with her eyes trained on my dick. The closer she got to me, the more I smelt alcohol on her breath. Kay stopped in front of me and I got a whiff of Burberry cologne. Grabbing her by the neck, I slammed her into the nearest wall and scratched the side of my temple with the barrel of my gun.
Her eyes widened like saucers. It was as if she completely came to her senses and all alcohol left her system. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Handling me like that.” She shoved me away from her, and I grinned. No way my wife was stupid enough to be with another man. There had to be some logical explanation as to why she smelled like a man. Had to be, or else I was committing a murder tonight.
“Where the fuck you been, Kay?”
She rubbed her neck and peeled away from me. Her feet began to take her toward the back of the house, so I grabbed her by the wrist and slung her into the hallway wall.
Pressing my frame firmly against hers, I said, “I’m not gon’ ask again.”
“I went out with some friends. Since when did you feel the need to question me ’bout my whereabouts?”
“Since you brought yo’ black ass in here smelling like a nigga. You been with a nigga?”
“Now why would I do something stupid like that? I got you. What I need another nigga for?”
“So why you smell like a nigga, Kay?” My trigger finger was itching. If she knew like I knew, she’d stop hesitating and tell me what the fuck I need to know.
“I ran into Sean while we were out and he hugged me. Can I go take a shower now?”
“What you running to the shower for? Let me smell yo’ pussy?”
“Ew! No!”
My hand tightened ’round the gun and it rammed into the wall directly next to her head. Kay jumped and screamed. Dust settled as sheetrock dropped to the floor. “I’m gon’ tell you this in the nicest fucking way possible. If I find out that you’re cheating on me, I’m gon’ kill you. Ain’t no ifs, ands, or buts ’bout it. If I were you, I wouldn’t do something as stupid as that.” I pecked her on the lips and trudged off.