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

one questions. "I
think it could work. So are you going to actually go in his
crib or what?"
    Devon pulled me back in and I wanted to puke because
dude's breath smelled real tart. I wanted to give him a Tic
Tac, Big Red or something but figured we had to take
one thing at a time, and wiping out the detective was top
priority.
    "I'm looking to get him right outside his front door. On
the low, I scoped out his house. He lives off a main street
so that's a good thing because mad cars be coming through.
He also has a lot of high bushes surrounding the entrance. I
figure I can sneak up behind him and put a bullet through
the back of his head and be out."
    "I like the sound of that, Devon. So when is all this
going down?"
    "I'm leaning towards tonight. Detectives normally work late
shifts so I was gonna head over there after I got off of work,
but if I'm too late then tomorrow night. I'm off tomorrow so I'll
have time to chill in the cut and wait him out."
    `Damn, that means he'll have time to speak with Supreme today "

    "Maya, you can't expect for me to do him in broad
daylight. It's gotta be at night. Keep Supreme busy. Get
him out the house so the detective can't talk to him. You're
resourceful. I'm sure you can come up with something to
keep Supreme occupied."
    'Yeah, I'll suggest we take Aaliyah out for some ice cream
or some child friendly bullshit. Try your hardest to make it
happen tonight though. I don't think I can keep him away from
Supreme for two days in a row. He's pretty fuckin' persistent,
which is why he has to go."
    "Then tonight it is. When you wake up tomorrow the
detective will no longer be our problem, and then of
course we'll have some celebrating to do."
    "No doubt. I'm looking forward to it."
    "Me too. A conniving bitch like you got to have some
good pussy and I can't wait to be all up in it."
    I simply grinned at Devon's remark. If his desire to take
a dip in my juices would speed this murder up then I was
willing to give him a taste right now. At this stage in the
game anything was doable as long as Devon understood
that this is my show and I run this.

     

Role Play
    Being locked the fuck up will definitely humble a bitch.
That's all I could think about when I woke up the next
morning with my stomach growling. It was hitting me
harder and harder each day that I went from chilling in a
luxurious estate to being someone's prisoner, unable to
have control over my next move.
    After my slick antics with Mike yesterday he didn't
show his face for the rest of the night. I yelled out a few
times because not only was I starving, but had to piss.
After wearing out my pipes for over an hour off and on, I
finally accepted the fact the nigga wasn't fucking with me.
I eventually fell asleep, pissy, hungry and now waking
up to the same shit. As my eyes darted around the room
trying to entertain myself I glanced down at my feet and got fixated on my chipped French pedicure, "Damn, I fell
off!" was all I kept repeating until I heard the bedroom
door being unlocked.

    "I see your up," Mike said as if he didn't have a care in
the fucking world. But why shouldn't he? It was obvious this
nigga hadn't missed a meal or a grooming.
    "I know you heard me last night screaming my ass off
in here. Even prisoners get a bathroom break," I said,
sucking my teeth.
    "In this prison, using the bathroom is a privilege which
you lost after trying to make your great escape."
    "Oh, so what, you gon' have me pissing on myself for
the duration of my stay?"
    "Hopefully you've learned your lesson and it won't
come to that, but we shall see." Mike came towards me
and began unlocking my handcuffs.
    "What are you about to do to me?"
    "You wanna take yo' ass to the bathroom don't you?"
That was one question that didn't even need a response.
"Now come on, but I'm telling you now, I ain't in the
mood for no bullshit this morning."
    "I won't give you any."
    "Right, let's go."
    It wasn't until I