Free Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) by Deja King Page A

developments that I wanted to share with him."
    "Supreme is sleep."
    "I thought a successful businessman like himself
would be up by now."
    "He had a rough night. But you're more than welcome to
tell me what your new developments are and I'll be happy
to pass it along when he wakes up."
    "No, I rather talk to Mr. Mills personally. I'll stop by later
on either this afternoon or evening."
    "Which one is it, afternoon or evening?"

    "I don't know," he said, in a self-satisfied tone. I was now
a hundred percent sure that this pompous sonofabitch
was fucking with me. "I guess you'll know the answer to
that when I pop back up."
    "Suit yourself," I said, shutting the door in his face. I
stood in the entry and then leaned my back against the
wall. I had to bring an end to whatever the pesky detective
was conjuring up once and for all.

    "You're late!" were the first words that left Devon's lips
when I sat down at the table in the quaint restaurant on
Robertson Boulevard.
    "I know this, but it took forever for Supreme to wake up
and I wasn't about to bring Aaliyah with me."
    "Wake up...what had him in such a deep sleep. . .did
you and him?"
    "No. Your boss was too drunk to do anything or
anybody. He passed out on the couch and didn't wake
up until after eleven. It was torture trying to take a
shower and get dressed with a baby up under me. Now
I understand why every rich bitch has a fuckin' nanny.
Boy, chicks in the `hood would appreciate that shit. I
think it's time for Supreme to start taking applications to
fill Anna's position."
    "Do you think that's wise with all the shit we have
jumping off right now? I mean I would hate for another
nanny to end up at the bottom of the stairs because they
started asking one too many questions."
    "You have a valid point, but damn, I don't know how
much longer I can play this mother role."

    "If you plan on being Mrs. Supreme Mills you better get
used to it fast. That baby comes with the package."
    "You don't have to remind me. I'm well aware of that
fact. But enough about babies and shit. We need to
address what this meeting is really about. Man, I've had
enough of our little friend. Do you know he showed up
at the crib this morning?"
    "For what?"
    "My take, he's fuckin' wit' me. But he claims he has
some new information to share with Supreme and that
still spells fuckin' wit' me."
    "Did he say what the new information was?"
    "I asked, but of course his answer was that he wanted to
personally speak with Supreme. Thank goodness Supreme
was sleep because in a perfect world the detective will
never get the opportunity to say another word to him."
    "I take it you want to move on this immediately?"
    "Is `like yesterday' soon enough?"
    "I came up with a scenario that should work." Devon
moved in closer and put his elbows on the center of the
square wooden table. "I did some research with a few of
my sources."
    "Oh fuck! I told your stupid ass not to tell anybody
what we were up to."
    "Yo, calm down," Devon whispered, pulling my upper
body towards him. "I didn't tell nobody shit. I have ways of
getting information without arousing suspicion."
    "You better," I warned.
    "Listen, I'm putting my livelihood on the line. Do you really
think I'ma do or say something to put me in jeopardy?"
    "I feel you...go head, finish what you were saying."

    "Well, I got our little friend's address, and I'm thinking
a home invasion gone wrong would be the best look.
Anything else will make it appear as if he was a target. But
attempted robbery ... shit, with the economy being so fucked
up they running up in cribs first and taking names later."
    I sat back taking in what Devon said. An attempted home
invasion might be the strategy to run with. That would lead
the investigation towards robbery instead of who might
have a grudge against the relentless detective. Anything else
probably would have officers prying into his open cases and
leading them in my face for a million and