MVP Reloaded (MVP & Wild Cherry Book 3) by Jihad

Author:Jihad [Jihad]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Urban, Thriller & Suspense, United States, African American, General Fiction, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense
Amazon: B005T93H5W
Publisher: Envisions Publishing
Published: 2011-10-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Karen Parker Rose

"Karen Parker Rose, grow up," Royce said.

We'd just walked into the house, having just come from a charity function in support of Andre Frazier, the Georgia Senator that had been shot last week by a Tea Party member. And after an incredibly boring evening of fake smiles and false promises by politicians that really didn't give a damn if the Senator lived or died, Royce and I left. On the way home, Royce had done what he does best, piss me the hell off.

I grabbed hold of the wrought iron foyer railing to balance myself as I took off my heels.

Royce grabbed my arm. "Seriously, Karen."

I glared down at his hand.

"You need to just leave it alone. Besides, you don't know and more importantly, you can't prove that this Cheryl woman broke into your Rover and - "

"She left animal entrails on my seat," I lied. "She ruined an eight hundred dollar Vera Wang dress."

"What makes you think it was her?"

I looked down at his arm again. "Do you want that hand?"

He let go.

"It is obvious, that you don't give a damn about me, just like it's obvious that you put less than zero stock in anything I say."

He loudly exhaled, before closing the front door. "Not again. How many times must I hear this?"

"How many times are you going to discount what I say?"

"Look, Karen," he reached out to grab my arm.

I shot him a death look.

He pulled back. "You already blackmailed me into abusing my power with your boyfriend. I will not use my influence to have a woman arrested. A woman that you have no proof that she vandalized your truck."

"One, TJ Money is not my boyfriend. He's just another innocent black man falsely convicted in this white imperialistic good ol’ boy slave injustice system."

"When did you become Karen X?"

"I'm going to ignore that." I paused trying to remember where I was going. "Oh yeah, I don't have proof, but I know for a fact that the black bitch, vandalized my truck."

He crossed his arms. "Okay, convince me."

"Suck my dick, Royce," I said storming off toward the stairs.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned at the bottom stair. "To bed!"

"I'll be up in a few to tuck you in."

No, he didn't. And he had the nerve to wink one of his beady little eyes at me. "Come into my room a man and I promise, tonight you will leave as a woman."

"What does that mean?"

"Come try and tuck me in and I'll show you." I said before marching up the hardwood stairs.

"I guess that means I'll be sleeping in my bedroom tonight."

I opened both French doors leading into my private space, stripped off my clothes and went into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I wanted to burn. Burn my skin until it turned red. Blood red.

How did she know? Or did she know? Was it a faulty detonator? A bad wire? A dead cell in the battery. In any case, that bitch should be history, not a fucking hero.

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