Bitch Reloaded (13 page)

"Fuck 'im," were the only words I could muster for that cat.

While we stood trying to ignore the heat Keith was throwing in our direction, Jalen stepped out, looking finer than a motherfucker in a rich caramel-colored two-piece suit. That nigga was looking the part of an NBA superstar, and I was dying to have all of him in between my legs.

"What's up, beautiful? I'm glad you came," Jalen said, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He nodded at Nina, and then Keith's punk-ass came walking over to us.

"I figured it was you that invited them to the game," were the first words out of Keith's mouth.

"Damn, we can't get a hello or nothing?" Nina asked, trying to break the tension.

"How's that eye?" I asked, looking him straight in the face. I could care less about how that nigga felt. I wasn't about to kiss his chump ass. If he had kept his mouth shut at the club, he wouldn't be walking around like he took a basketball to his face.

"So, what you ladies tryna do? Ya'll want to get somethin' to eat?" Jalen asked, ignoring the negativity Keith was bringing.

"I thought you was leaving tonight," I responded.

"Most of my teammates are, but we play in Philly tomorrow, so unless you got other plans, I can hang out with you and leave in the morning."

"That works for me," I said with a smile. I knew exactly what I had planned for the two of us.

"If it's cool, I can stay too and we can all go out to eat," Keith suggested.

We all stared at him simultaneously, and I was the first to snap out the trance and speak up. "That's cool. Is it cool wit' you, Nina?"

Nina nodded her head yes, going with the flow. I couldn't stand Keith's ass, but he could entertain Nina so she wouldn't feel like a third wheel with me and Jalen.

We headed out and decided to dine at Chin Chin on the east side. Nina recommended the spot, and none of us was disappointed. Their Chinese food was banging and tasted fresh. By the time we went through out second bottle of champagne, I was ready to break out.

"How `bout we leave here so we can have some privacy," I suggested to Jalen.

Of course he put up no argument. "Say the word and we out."

"Nina, I'm ready to head home. Do you want me to give you a ride?"

"I'll make sure she gets home," Keith volunteered.

"Is that cool wit' you, Nina? I don't have a problem dropping you off."

"Thanks, Precious, but I'm good. I'll call you tomorrow."

I was relieved like a motherfucker that Keith had stepped up. I only had one thing on my mind, and taking Nina home wasn't it.

By the time we got to Jalen's hotel room, I had damn near taken off all of my clothes. Being backed up had sent my sexual desires into overdrive. I was dying for a nigga to twist my back out, and Jalen did not let me down. He scooped me up and gently laid me down on the bed and removed my remaining clothes. I closed my eyes as his tongue sucked my breasts and his fingers massaged my clit. At first I wanted him to start just pounding my pussy out because I hadn't had any dick in so long, but his four play felt so good it was getting me more open. The nigga had me grinding my hips as he fingerfucked me. Then he stopped sucking my tits and popped my pussy with his tongue and fingers simultaneously. He had my legs spread wide open as I arched my back about to explode. My juices flowed, and Jalen licked them up as if it were his favorite drink.

Then right when I thought it couldn't get any better, he reached for a Magnum XL condom, put it on and eased all ten inches inside of me. That shit had a bitch in pain for a second, but it quickly turned to pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his back, and he lifted my ass cheeks up so that with every thrust that niggas dick felt like it was about to come out my throat.

I came at least three times that night and it would've been more, but after twisting me out for over two hours, I finally had to put Jalen on pause. He had stamina like a stallion, but a bitch was tired. Every time I would have an orgasm, my energy would drain more and more, but it seemed to rejuvenate Jalen. When we finally chilled, I realized how much I missed falling asleep in the arms of a man.

When I woke up the next morning, Jalen was already in the shower. I knew he had to leave early to go to Philly, but I was hoping he could hit me off one more time before breaking out. I decided I would go to him, but before I was able to head to the bathroom there was a knock at the door. I assumed Jalen must have ordered some breakfast, because a dude with all that height and build must stay hungry. I grabbed his T-shirt and put it on before answering the door. "Who is it?" I asked, looking through the peephole.

"Room service," the gentleman replied. His face was looking down, but I could see he was holding a tray and so I let him in. The moment I slightly opened the door, two men kicked it open, barely giving me a chance to move back. I fell to the floor, and one of the guys rushed me. He put his hand over my mouth and I tried to bite the shit, but the way he had it positioned I couldn't latch on to any skin. The other man shut the door and pulled out his gun.

I figured these niggas somehow got word that a superstar athlete was staying in this room and decided to rob him. Both dudes were tall and big as shit. The one holding me down reached in a small bag he was carrying and pulled out some duct tape and rope. The nigga definitely knew what he was doing, because he had me tied and taped up in less than sixty seconds.

My mind was spinning, trying to figure out what to do next. I wondered if Jalen could hear any of the commotion going on, but I seriously doubted it. I finally heard the water turn off. My heart was pounding so hard. It was becoming clear that this wasn't about a robbery, because the niggas hadn't ransacked shit. After tying me up and placing me on the bed, they just stood standing by the bathroom waiting patiently for Jalen to come out.

"What the fuck!" Jalen barked when he opened the bathroom door and was greeted with the sight of me tied up on the bed. He never even had a chance to make a move, because one of the men used the butt of his gun to strike him on the side of his head. He did it with so much force that I think it gave Jalen a mini concussion, because his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he seemed to lose his balance. But if that first hit didn't take him under, the one that followed surely did.

The two men pounded on Jalen like he stole they last bag of dope. I felt so helpless as I watched them beat the shit out of him, and what made it worse was that I had no idea why. Besides feeling pity for Jalen, I feared that once the men finished him off they would then rape and beat me. Being raped by a man had to be my worst nightmare. Without access to a knife or gun, the men had all the power to have their way with me.

My mind drifted back to the ass-whipping Jalen was receiving, and I realized that the moans I heard from him at first had all but disappeared. I couldn't grasp that just last night this nigga had given me one of the best fucks of my life, and now I was watching him die.

Finally, the punching and the kicking came to a cease and both men stared at me. I closed my eyes for a minute thinking that I couldn't believe this was how I was going out; being fucked and beat by some big, black grimy niggas. I decided that if the opportunity presented itself I wasn't going down without a fight. I was going to draw blood from one of those fuckers. I prepared myself to take whatever they were bringing and opened my eyes back up, but to my surprise they were gone. I was completely dumbfounded. I didn't know what this shit was about.

I tried to scoot my body over to the edge of the bed to see if Jalen was dead or alive, but I was wrapped up so tightly that I could barely move. It would take three more hours before we were found, and that's because the maid finally came to clean the room. She screamed in Spanish for damn near five minutes before someone started pounding on the door and snapped her out of her daze, and hotel security and the police were called.

When the duct tape was removed from my mouth, I explained to the officers everything that went down. I watched as the paramedics tried to resuscitate Jalen, but it wasn't looking good for him. They carried him off, and all I could do was shake my head in disbelief. I was beginning to feel like fucking with me was the kiss of death.

I was escorted to police headquarters, although I had already told the cops everything I knew, but they wanted to still drill me. When we arrived, they took me to a room that had one long table and two chairs. It was dreary and smelled of cigarettes, coffee and stale donuts.

One of the detectives pulled the chair out for me as if trying to be polite. "Mrs. Mills," the other detective who was sitting on the opposite side of the table from me addressed me. "I know you've had a rough morning, but I need you to look through some photos to see if you recognize your assailants.

I stared intently at each picture, but didn't see the two burly beasts who bum-rushed the room and beat the shit out of Jalen. "Nah, I don't see them."

"Look a little closer," he persisted.

I did another look through, and still didn't recognize them. "They're not in here."

The detective then shoved the book at me, and it hit me in my chest. "Yo, what the fuck is wrong wit' you? What, you hard of hearing? I said them motherfuckers not in here. And you pushing this book at me ain't gon' make my eyes see no differently." I stood up. I was done talking to these disrespectful clowns, "Excuse me, I'm ready to go."

"You're not going anywhere until you answer my questions," the bug-eyed white detective stated firmly. "I believe you know much more than what you're telling us, and you won't be leaving until I get some answers."

"I told you everything I know, and this going in circles bullshit is working my very last nerve. I'm tired and I want to go the fuck home."

"First your husband Supreme, and now Jalen Montgomery. One is dead; the other is knocking on deaths door. What do they both have in common? You. Being in your presence is costing these men their lives. Why is that?"

The detective was playing hardball, and it was working somewhat. I had been asking myself the same shit. It was as if I was cursed, but I wasn't going to give this prick the satisfaction of knowing his question was wearing hard on my mind. "Listen here, my man. That's what the NYPD get paid for, to figure out crimes. So get on your job."

Right when the detective looked as if he wanted to spit in my face, a short white man with glasses bust through the doors. Both of the detectives stared at him and then put their heads down as if disgusted.

"I hope you gentleman haven't been in here badgering my client, because I would hate to have the two of you reprimanded, or even worse, sue this department."

"On what grounds?" the detective questioned.

"I'm sure I can come up with something. Now excuse me, my client will be leaving now." The attorney walked over to me and gently took my hand and escorted me out.

"We're not done with you Mrs. Mills," the detective said in a threatening tone.

"Yes, you are. If you have any questions, please have them directed to my office, you know the number."

I followed the attorney out the door feeling a sense of relief. I had never seen him before, but I was grateful he got me out of that dark hole. "Thanks for that, but who are you?" I asked, wanting to know how he just popped up on the scene.

"Joseph Steinback, Attorney at Law. I was sent here by Mr. Owens."

"Mr. Owens?" I asked with confusion written on my face.

"Yes, Mike Owens."

"Oh, Mike. Crazy me, I'm not used to hearing him addressed by his last name."

"I understand." He smiled.

"How did Mike know I was here?" But there was no need for Joseph Steinback to answer the question. The moment we exited the police headquarters, the paparazzi and news reporters swarmed me.

"Mrs. Mills, why were you in the hotel room with Jalen Montgomery?" one reporter yelled.

"Do you think Jalen will pull through, or will he die like your husband, Supreme?" another barked.

"Mrs. Mills, did the men who tried to kill Jalen rape you?"

I couldn't stomach another remark, and neither could Joseph. He held my hand firmly and stopped dead in his tracks, looking each individual square in the face. "That is enough. My client will not be answering any of your tasteless questions. I would appreciate if you all would step out of the way so we can get by." Joseph obviously garnered a certain level of respect, because the cameras kept flashing but they moved out of our way. The driver opened the door to the awaiting car and we drove off.

When we arrived back to the estate, I noticed Mike's Aston Martin parked in the driveway. I was in no mood to see him, but felt somewhat obligated since he retained Joseph Steinback on my behalf.

"Did you want to come in," I asked Joseph when the car came to a stop.

"No, I'm sure you're exhausted. We can talk tomorrow. But remember, don't speak to any reporters, and if the police come knocking call me immediately."

"Will do, and thanks again." I walked to the door, going over what I would say to Mike. Technically, I didn't owe him an explanation but felt that I had to give him one.

Before I even had a chance to get my thoughts together, I saw a girl that looked no more than sixteen standing at the front as if waiting to greet me. "Hi, Precious!" she chirped, sounding extremely comfortable in my space.

"Who are you, and why are you standing in my doorway?"

"Maya, girl, calm down and bring your ass inside," Mike said, reaching his hand out for me. "Precious, this is my sister, Maya. She can be a bit forward."

Seeing the two of them standing next to each other, you couldn't help but see the resemblance. Maya inherited the same gorgeous genes as her brother, except for being a shade lighter and having long hair. Aside from that, they were the spitting image of one another.

"Don't worry about it. I just wasn't expecting to see her standing in front of my door."

"Wow! So you the girl that was married to Supreme and got to lay down next to him every night. That's what's up!" Maya said, winking her eye at me.

Another grown ass girl, I thought to myself.

"We need to talk," Mike said seriously, ignoring his sister's comment.

"I'm sure, but where's Nathan?"

"They're out back. Some news media tried to sneak on the property. Nathan and the other security are keeping it under control."

I started walking towards the library so Mike and I could talk. Maya was right behind us, I guess thinking she was going to sit in on the conversation too. Of course Mike had to shut the door in her face so she'd realize it wasn't happening.

"I can't believe this shit," I said, pouring myself a drink.