Free Filthy Rich-Part 2 by Kendall Banks Page A

mattered. "I gave those idiots two simple tasks. Just two: kill Trinity and watch over Cedrick. That was it. And what did those damn bozos do? Fuck it up!"
    She took a pull from the cigar as she kept pacing. She was furious.
    "Goddamn morons!" she hollered, smashing her foot onto the rotting face of one of her late goons. Blood oozed causing Mac to gag, yet Chetti never flinched.
    Mac didn't say a word, just more gestures from the foul smell. He just sat in his chair keeping an eye on the window for anything or anyone suspicious. Although the cabin was miles away from civilization and no one knew Chetti was out yet, he wasn't taking any chances.
    "If a bitch wants something done, she's got to do it her damn self!" Shaking her head, Chetti took a sip of the Tequila. Then she told Mac, "I can't have Trinity and Cedrick coming back to haunt me. You understand?"
    He nodded. He had always been a man of only few words.
    "I'm going to need you to find them and dispose of their asses just like you've been doing everyone else. I want their asses wiped out. Until I can beat this damn case, I have to cut ties with anyone who the damn Feds can manipulate into talking. I don't trust no damn body. I'll be damned if I let them take me down."
    "I got you, boss," Mac told her.
    “I mean maids…drivers…friends…everybody!”
    Mac nodded. With his heavy-set voice, he asked? “You want a proper burial for Cheo and Mooch?”
    “Hell fuckin’ no!” she shouted, followed by the ugliest grimace he’d seen her make in a while. “Those morons didn’t do as I instructed! Instead of killing Trinity they got themselves killed…so why in the hell would I bury them! Feed them to the wolves!”
    Heading over to the window, she took another stress filled pull of her cigar. Damn, how she'd missed the taste of its smoke. She’d craved it many nights along with a drink while she sat in that damn cage. Now staring through the cloudy veil she'd exhaled in front of her, looking out into the woods, growing solemn as the hours passed. "Fucking children," she muttered with both anger and a twinge of sadness.
    Mac watched her back.
    "You spend your entire life sacrificing for them," she continued. "You give them the world. You give them an excellent life. You give them yourself. But what do they do in repayment?" Her face twisted as she answered her own question. "They turn around and cut deals with The Feds. They spill family secrets. They disobey."
    Mac shook his head.
    Silence.
    A little over a minute passed.
    Still looking out of the window, Chetti thought hard about Darien. Memories of giving birth to him filled her head along with lessons taught. She saw his smile. She heard his voice. It all brought heavy sadness to her heart. What seemed like a dark cloud fell over her.
    "My baby," she whispered as she thought about what Darien must've looked like after taking such a savage beating in jail and dying so mercilessly. She grimaced at the pain he must've endured after being shanked. Just to know he bled out like a pig left her heart broken. She could imagine the blood. She could imagine its smell. She'd heard he had died with his eyes open. The thought of him staring up at the ceiling of his cell unearthed her for a moment. She could feel a tear welling up. Refusing to show weakness, she took a sip of her drink, threw her shoulders back like a soldier and held her chin up as she accepted what she'd done. "Couldn't take a chance," she now said to herself. "I knew he was going to disappoint me just like the rest of them. I knew he'd break. I had to do what I had to do...”
    "I had to have the guards kill him."
    Those words were accompanied with silence. There was nothing more for Chetti to say about it. With conspiracy charges, drug trafficking charges, gun distribution charges, and racketeering charges just to name a few dangling over Chetti, she'd had Darien beaten and killed by the guards out of fear that he'd break. She knew he wasn't built for