Chapter Alexis
Alexis
The time had come for me to get my wife back and take that bum ass nigga Gills off the map.
Kégo and a few men they brought over were kidnapping him tonight, which I was thrilled about.
He caused problems in my life that I didn’t need.
Then they were ones that couldn’t get overlooked, so it was time for him to go.
It was one thing to sleep with someone’s wife, but to get her pregnant was disrespect on a different level. That bastard ass baby she was carryin’ wouldn’t make it another twenty-four hours either.
There were two plans in play for Journei gettin’ rid of that abomination she thought she was having. One was to have her take the abortion pills or let Kégo and his men beat on her a lil’. Either way, it was gettin’ the fuck up out of her.
Galleria had been on my ass lately about wanting to kill Journei. No disrespect to Diego, but his daughter was goin’ to end up spread across the Mississippi River some-damn-where fuckin’ with me.
I didn’t give a fuck on how she felt about Journei. My wife wasn’t dying by nobody’s hands but mine. I loved Galleria, but I was in love with Journei. That outweighed anything I had goin’ on with her.
I put Kégo on Gills to find out his whereabouts, and he came back with information for me within a few days. I knew that was the best move ’cause my tech man wasn’t hittin’ on shit.
His cologne was smelled before he was seen. Diego had entered my office with Kégo by his side.
Both men were dressed comely in all black. While Diego sported more of a fitted suit, his son had me ready to cum with the thuggish look he chose.
I cleared my throat and caught the ancillary saliva he had me produce while watching him walk around my office. That man was a sight to fuckin’ see, and he knew it.
“Is it a go or what? I got somethin’ I’m tryin to slide in before the night’s ova,” Kégo spoke first.
His comment copped a squat right up under my skin. Jealousy coursed through my veins, and whoever the lucky bitch was almost made it to my list. I shoved the thought away and answered him.
“Yeah. Your boys got here almost twenty minutes ago. Stick to the plan. Me and your dad will be here waiting.”
“Bet. Can y’all order some food or somethin’ before I get back? I’m a lil’ famished.”
I laughed at his comment as I crossed my legs. Humor was found in his words, but they were also enticing. I had plenty for him to eat and then some.
“I’ll feed you, Kégo.” I flirted.
“Ha! I’m already knowin’,” he replied with a wink. “I’ll catch y’all in a few.” He walked out, and my eyes stayed on him longer than I planned them to.
“Don’t be that girl, Alexis. You’re sleeping with my daughter already. Leave my son alone.” Diego gave his two cents on me and his son’s encounter.
I denied what he so bluntly exposed. “I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, old man. Galleria is my priority and only concern.” My lie wasn’t believable at all.
“If she was your only concern, then this Gills guy wouldn’t be gettin’ escorted to his own funeral now, would he? I’ll be at the bottom makin’ sure everything is covered.” He sauntered out the door and left me in my head.
I was too far in to stop now. Gills had to go, and if I had to turn the tables and take them out as well, then so be it. Journei was irreplaceable, and his daughter was to pass the time.
I messed up and apologized for my wrongs. She fucked up and didn’t say a damn thing until she got caught. Her trifling, sneaky, dick-loving ass really had me fooled thinking she could do no wrong.
However, I wasn’t ready to let her go. Journei was my property. Those divorce papers she tried to get served to me went in up in flames the same as Gills’ church. The only way she’d be able to get away from me was through death, and even then, we would share a life in hell.
The divorce papers gave me an idea. I texted my wife using the papers to see her again. I proposed one last conversation in exchange of me signing the papers that were currently ashes.
Dick Lover: Time and place
I couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on my face. She played into it without a second thought. I texted back, letting her know our crib was the meeting point, and before I left the warehouse, I would hit her to come.
It was after midnight when I got the call from one of Kégo’s men saying they were twenty minutes out. They did their job with no complications. A few bullets to the chest or head would sum this night right on up.
I sat up on my couch and stretched my arms wide. I was in no rush to get myself together. The last part of my plan hadn’t checked in yet, so I hit them instead.
Me: What’s the word?
Vito: She’s not there or with that nigga. You gotta do this one yourself, boss.
“Fuck!” I shouted out loud. Journei rejected my invitation the first time to lure her in. Now she was missing in action. She thought I didn’t know about that damn condo in Nashville. I knew. I just didn’t care to roll up on her ’til now.
Crackin’ my neck on both sides, I tried to calm down. I wanted her to witness that nigga taking his last breath. This whole thing was because of her in the first place.
That text was to throw her off. I was really hoping she was either with him or in her own condo. I guess I was goin’ to really have to meet up with her at the crib. That wasn’t in my plans for real, but no biggie.
I could see her face again, fuck her, and handle that bastard in her stomach, then possibly get back to loving her. I sent her a text saying I was headed out. I didn’t know where she was, so we’d see if she showed.