Free The Dirty Divorce by Miss KP

right, but still I do wrong.” All of a sudden, Mike started laughin’. “Damn I need to call my niggas back over here, so we can test out my new studio downstairs!”
    As Mike sung Jeezy songs like he was about to get a record deal, my blood began to boil. Little did he know, we were two seconds away from puttin’ him six feet under.
    I didn’t even wait to see if Carlos and Rico were ready before I slowly opened the bathroom door, then quietly walked inside.
    “I need to call up Trixie so she can give up some of that ass before she leaves for N.C.,” Mike said out loud.
    “You know what nigga, I still got your bitch’s pussy on my dick right now,” I boasted as I snatched the curtain back to expose his bitch-ass.
    Before he could respond, Carlos immediately smacked the shit out of him wit’ the butt of his .9mm.
    Even though Mike seemed scared, he didn’t show it. “Fuck you, Rich!” he boldly stated. He leaned against the shower wall holdin’ his head.
    “No, muthafucka…fuck you. Did you think that I wasn’t gonna find out about what you did? I mean did you forget that the streets are always watchin’ and always talkin’?” When he didn’t answer, I continued. “So, all of this over Trixie, huh? Who the fuck makes a hoe a housewife?” I looked over at my soldier. “Rico, grab that nigga so we can get this shit poppin’,” I ordered. It felt good. I was on top and now this nigga was my bitch. My prisoner.
    Rico immediately grabbed Mike and drug him out of the shower. Although Mike tried to put up a fight, he didn’t succeed up against Rico’s massive 6’2, two hundred and fifty pound frame. This had been somethin’ I dreamed of every night since Denie’s birthday a month ago. How I was going to make the muthafucka who ruined my wife pay.
    I contemplated fuckin’ him up to the point that he would live a miserable ass life, like sawin’ off his legs and arms, but then I decided he didn’t need to live. We ended up draggin’ him to the basement completely naked. Since he wanted to lay down some tracks so bad, I thought it was best for me to do him right in his studio.
    I laughed when Rico threw his ass on the floor. “Get up Mikey, you don’t mind me callin’ you Mikey do you? Does that shit sound familiar?” I yelled then kicked him in his stomach.
    Carlos was treacherous and I knew he was the one for this job when he pushed Mike down on his stomach and stepped on his head wit’ his Nike Boots while he taped Mike’s mouth, hands, and feet. He then grabbed the hammer out of the backpack and began to sodomize Mike wit’ the handle. The shit was gross, but I wanted him to feel Lisa’s pain. Carlos then took the hammer out of his ass and smacked him straight in his mouth wit’ it. It must’ve instantly loosened some of Mike’s teeth because he began to choke.
    “Fuck y’all!” Mike managed to say.
    I bent down and leaned over him. “So, is this the same dick you stuck in my wife?” When Mike didn’t respond, I looked over at Rico. “Oh, I think this muthafucka must have some type of memory lost!” I yelled before punchin’ him in his face.
    When Mike began to squirm, it didn’t take long for the bitch to definitely come out. The look in his eyes gave me satisfaction that the war was soon to be over. The look of fear in his eyes made me bend down again to hear what he had to say.
    “Man, you were fucking my girl. All I wanted was for Trixie to love me, and all she talked about is how much money you had. I got tired of hearing your name in our fucking conversations.”
    “You kidnapped and raped my damn wife all because of some speculation in the streets. She’s a whore! Why the fuck you think they call that slut Trixie? You fell in love wit’ a trick!” I yelled.
    “It wasn’t speculation. I’ve been following y’all for a while now. I even followed y’all to Atlantic City. I knew you were fucking her.”
    “I take all my bitches out of town. Your bitch wasn’t