The Dirty Divorce 3 by Miss Kp

Author:Miss Kp [Kp, Miss]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban, Contemporary Women, General, streetlit3, African American, Fiction, UFS2
ISBN: 9781934230305
Google: 4WWpuAAACAAJ
Amazon: 1934230308
Publisher: Life Changing Books
Published: 2011-05-18T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15 Marisol

“So, you decided to short me on my money, nigga? You think just because Renzo is locked up and I run shit now that you can just do whatever the fuck you want? You think just because I’m a female, you can’t be dealt with?”

I knew I shouldn’t have been talking so reckless over the phone, but my anger had obviously clouded my judgment.

“Marisol, I swear to you, I counted that shit five times. It was all there. I swear on my kids, I would never cheat you,” Devin pleaded.

Instead of me responding, I hung up on his ass. Devin had been doing business with our family for over ten years and we’d never had issues with him in the past. In the real world, that might’ve stood for something, but in this game…no one could be trusted. I wasn’t stupid. I’d placed every stack of cash in the money machine, and each time the amount came to ninety thousand. It was short by ten grand. When Renzo heard about this he was gonna be pissed.

“Devin gotta be involved with this shit,” I said to myself. “Ten stacks aren’t just gonna fucking disappear.”

Retracing my steps, I remembered both Carmen and Maria being sound asleep when I got home from meeting Devin and Rich was on his way out. He’d been right by my side since Mia passed away. After he left, I threw the bag of money on the bed, then jumped in the shower. I didn’t even start counting it until after I got out, and the bag hadn’t been disturbed. I didn’t know what was going on, but I wasn’t gonna be the one to pay for this mishap.

The more I sat in my robe throwing the money through the counter one more time, the more I thought about my life. My heart really wasn’t in this game anymore. However, no matter how much I struggled with getting out, I had so many of Renzo’s lose ends to tie up, it wasn’t gonna be that easy to just walk away, especially with Armondo being locked up, too. I wished I could just hand it all over to Rich and be done, but Renzo would never allow that. He still called questioning me about Carlos’ death almost every fucking day. That man wasn’t gonna rest until he found out who was responsible. A part of me wanted to tell him that Lisa was the one responsible so he could be at peace, but the plan was to let him know in due time. After I took care of her ass, then I would fill him in.

Glancing at the picture of Mia on the wall, I instantly got emotional. The memories of my daughter held both joy and pain. I remembered how colicky she was as an infant and I prayed for a full night’s sleep. I remembered how her diapers always drooped when she first learned to walk. I remembered her first birthday when she stuck her face in the cake.

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