Free The Dirty Divorce by Miss KP Page A

special. You the only nigga out here who loves that hoe!”
    “So, what. She was my girl, not yours,” Mike replied.
    I laughed. “You sound like a real bitch right now. Are you that pussy whipped?” At that moment, Carlos and Rico started laughin’, too. “Was Trixie involved?” I asked Mike. I had to know if she was tellin’ the truth.
    “Why?” Mike inquired.
    “Did I tell you to ask me any questions, nigga? Answer me! Did Trixie have anythin’ to do wit’ that shit?”
    I guess Mike could tell from my expression that I wasn’t playin’ around because he answered wit’ a weak, “No.”
    “Good because I can’t even begin to tell you what I was gonna do to her if she was,” I answered. “Where them other niggas at?” I wasn’t sure if Mike was gonna snitch on his boys, but it was worth a shot. He never responded.
    “Enough talking. Let’s punish this nigga,” Carlos added. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was ready to do some damage.
    “Yeah,” Rico co-signed.
    All of a sudden, Mike got extremely bold. “You should’ve stayed away from her then I wouldn’t have had a reason to do what I did. You fucked my girl, so it was only right that I fuck yours.”
    The veins in my neck began to throb. I was so pissed off. “That was the wrong answer.” I turned to Rico. “Since this muthafucka decided to stick his dick in my wife without permission, cut that shit off. I’m tired of hearin’ him talk!”
    Luckily we were in the soundproof studio because when Rico grabbed a pair of hedge clippers out the backpack and cut Mike’s dick off, he let out a horrific scream that could be heard from miles away. Blood shot out from everywhere.
    Carlos shot me a look. “This is how we do it on the West side!” he blurted out wit’ his Columbian accent.
    I had to admit, Carlos was definitely better at killin’ niggas than I was. He’d learned it from the best; his father, my Uncle Lorenzo, who was our Columbian connect and had street cred that I would die for. I handled my business when I had to, but I just popped niggas, never any demented shit like we were doin’ now, but Mike deserved it. I had a message to relay to all the young niggas in the street who didn’t know who the fuck I was.
    Not wantin’ to be at the scene too much longer, I decided to hurry up and finish Mike off. Not to mention, the stench of his fresh wound was damn near unbearable. It was time to go. When I gave Carlos a quick head nod, he handed me the silencer that I quickly placed on my gun. Moments later, I put the .45 caliber to Mike’s temple and smiled.
    “Lights out, nigga.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Rich
     
     
    Instead of goin’ back to the hotel wit’ Trixie, I called her just to cover my tracks so there wouldn’t be any suspicions later. Not to mention, bein’ wit’ her right after I’d popped her man wasn’t the best idea. I told her Denie was sick and that I had to rush home to be wit’ my baby. I started to use Lisa as an excuse, but Trixie would’ve caught on to that lie instantly. She knew Lisa didn’t come between me and my infidelity most of the time, so I had to switch up my story. As I turned on Military Road, I thought back to Trixie tellin’ me that she saw Lisa today, which pissed me off. I hated when Lisa lied to me. Regardless of the fact that it was in the wee hours of the mornin’, I was gonna let her ass have it once I got home.
    After I pulled into my driveway a few minutes later, for the first time in weeks I felt a sigh of relief. Now that I’d taken care of Mike, all I had to do was pop them other two niggas so my family could be safe again. I needed to know that my family was no longer a target so I could focus on my business ventures in L.A. ‘Til then, I couldn’t get too comfortable. I knew how niggas were when it came to revenge, and even though no one knew I’d killed Mike, I still couldn’t get too