“This scandalous ass bitch needs to die! She too fuckin’ slick!”
“Shio…” Dasani warned.
“Fuck that. How the fuck does she know what the fuck Solana said when she said the shit in Spanish!”
Everyone quieted as if understanding why I was ready to kill this sneaky-ass broad. I knew it. I knew it since the plane ride from Mexico that her ass couldn’t be trusted.
I leaned into Bahati’s face. “Shio,te prometo que eso no es mío. No me queda más. Tienes que creerme…Those where Solana’s exact words. You’re a fuckin’ dead bitch, Bahati.”
I felt myself being pulled off Bahati, and before I could react, I came face-to-face with Ezio and Nel. Bahati fell to the long table, coughing uncontrollably, before sliding from the table to the floor, taking the white tablecloth with her.
“Bitch—”
“Aye!” Don boomed from the door. “Come take a walk with me… Now, Shio.”
Needing to get the fuck from out of the same space as Bahati before I murked her in front of the women that I loved and respected, I was the first one out of the room. The littles all ran from the door, tripping over each other as I exited. Instead of going toward the back of the restaurant again, I went out front. If she thought she was about to get away with the sneaky shit, she had another thing coming.
“Shio.”
“What?” I barked as Don followed me outside.
I began pacing, needing to move so I wouldn’t go back in there and finish her off. Bahati being able to speak Spanish changed everything. It changed so much shit and also put so much more into perspective. The loopholes in her story. Her not wanting to leave the house. The fucking apartment magically burning down that I still haven't addressed her ass about. She had some shit to her from the very start, and although I felt it, I was trying my damndest to give her the benefit of the doubt and build a relationship with our daughter.
“Don, this shit ain’t addin’ up.”
“I know.”
“That bitch can speak Spanish!”
“That I didn’t know, but I ain’t surprised.”
I stopped pacing and faced Don. With the way I was feeling, I would flat lined his ass too. He reached into his jacket’s inside pocket, and I reached down to my waistband.
“Slowdown, killa. I ain’t ’bout to do shit funny.” He pulled a manila folder from the jacket pocket.
“Fuck is this!” I snatched the folder. Reading over its contents, I became even more enraged. “So, I’m not the father. Yeah, that checks out. This bitch is good as dead.”
I closed the folder and handed it back to Don.
“Open it back up and read again.”
“Why? I saw what it said. Shya isn’t mine.”
“Open it back up, nigga. Read the line right before your name.”
I opened the folder back up, my eyes scanning the entire page now, and I could feel the spirits of the bodies I was about to drop.
Conniving, phony, sneaking ass bitch!
“Them test wasn’t readin’ right for a reason. You had the doctor shook when you didn’t schedule the third test, so he reached out to make sure we hadn’t listed his ass to meet the maker. I told him to retest what he had. That shit wasn’t faulty, Cuppacio. Whole time, that shit was accurate as fuck.
“You ain’t the pappy, nigga. But the gag is, she ain’t the mammy either. So who the fuck kidnapped-baby y’all over there playin’ house with?”
Chapter 30
Solana Damita Ledesma
The soreness in my vagina shot through my body with each step I took. Nibbling on my thumb, I paced the room. My vagina wasn’t even the sorest thing on my body. Every limb ached, and the hot bath I’d soaked in using Jisei’s tub didn’t help. Shio was very attentive and helpful the night I gave my body to him, telling me a bath was necessary. I had yet to regret giving Shio my body last night. Everything was perfectly imperfect. I never thought I’d be losing my virginity in a makeshift rehab, but I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. From the moment he entered my body, cocaine had been more than an afterthought. There was no the drugs could ever give me a high better than when Shio touched, licked, sucked, and entered my body.
