Malice Matrimony 2: An African American Romance by Lakia

Author:Lakia [Lakia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lakia Presents, LLC
Published: 2024-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Rio

Day four of the process was underway and I arrived at the warehouse in the early evening to keep my pop ups random. We still didn’t know his name but I really could care less about that. The police brought their ass around asking questions and giving half information like they gave a fuck about who shot my house up. These were the same motha fuckas who wanted to lock me in a cage for some shit I didn’t do. Weak ass cops were always one step behind, telling me that they were mercenaries but I learned that the first time I stepped in the room with the unnamed attempted assassin. The tattoo on the left side of his neck notified me of his occupation.

I approached the door dressed in a pair of black joggers and a black t-shirt. “Wassup,” Ross greeted me with a head nod.

“Ain’t shit,” I responded before entering the room.

The fluorescent lights flickered on, casting an eerie glow across the room, and the battered man bound to the chair groaned in pain as I walked through the door. The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, mingling with the acrid smell of fear. Twice a day, I returned to this room to administer enough pain to make him wish for death, but not to kill him. The screwdriver pushed the bullet deeper into his arm each day I arrived. A few other instruments were also used over the course of the last few days, but I had plenty more.

“I don’t know who enjoys seeing me come through the door more, you or my wife,” I joked. “I ain’t bullshitting either. I mean, I know you don’t care for a nigga, but I can’t be sure about my wife. She was forced to marry me because I accidentally killed two stupid motherfuckers in front of her. In my defense, I didn’t know she was behind me when I pulled the trigger. My brother decided that it was marriage or a bullet to the head for her because he didn’t want her to be able to snitch on me. I guess in a way, it was meant to be because according to my dad and lawyer, spousal privilege doesn’t extend to crimes you commit in front of your partner in Florida,” I vented since he was going to die any day now. “Add in the fact that I did try to get my dick sucked by this other bitch two weeks after our honeymoon, and now I’m leaving at all hours of the night to come see your dirty ass, and yeah, I have to question how she feels.”

He stared up at me, mouth seeping blood from the four teeth I pulled out when I stopped by this morning. Spinning around, I rummaged through the items on the table. Some were new and shining while others were covered in his blood. Selecting a scalpel, I turned to face him while continuing my vent session. It was nice to bounce my thoughts and feelings off the wall.

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