Bitch Reloaded (24 page)

I lost my balance and slipped on the marble floor. "Shit!" I yelled as my back hit the floor. Even with the agonizing throbbing pain, I extended my hand out trying to reach for my purse. It was no use. Mike pinned my arms down then lifted up my skirt and was clawing my body like a deranged beast.

"This pussy belong to me!"he groaned as he forced his penis inside of me and pounded on my body with each thrust. "You see what you made me do?" he continued, breathing heavily.

I was boiling over in rage. I believe rape is the worst crime you can commit against a woman. A man is using his power to strip away a woman's right to say "no". He leaves her with no control and feeling weak because she is unable to defend herself.

Now I wanted Mike dead for multiple reasons. I would've preferred him to put a bullet in my head than to stick his dick inside of me. He was about to murder me twice. I felt his body vibrating against mine as he emptied himself inside of me. During his moment of weakness, with the metal heel of my 4-inch pumps, I stabbed Mike in the calf, getting my heel about 2-inches deep.

"Ahhh shit! he groaned as he pulled the heel out of his leg.

Free, I slid from under him, jumped up and got my purse. By the time he looked up, he was staring down the barrel of my gun.

"Now what, motherfucker? Killing you will be my greatest pleasure yet. First, I'ma shoot off one fucking nut at a time before I blast off your dick. Then, right when you're about to bleed to death, I'll finish you off with a bullet between your eyes." I cocked my gun ready to watch Mike's blood decorate the white marble floor.

Suddenly, something came crashing through the windows and busting through the front door.

"Police! Everybody freeze! Ma'am, put your gun down!"

My first thought was whether I could squeeze one off in Mike before I put my gun down and make it seem like a mistake. That thought quickly ended when I realized that at least a dozen SWAT team cops were aiming straight at me. Still, I weighed my options. I didn't care if they killed me, just as long as I killed Mike first. This was about more than just Supreme.

"This son-of-a-bitch raped me, and I want him to die!" I played the sympathy card. Set on murkin' Mike, I at least wanted them to know why.

"Ma'am, please put down your gun. We can't do anything to help you until you put your weapon down."

I heard what the officer was saying and I knew he was right, but Mike raping me kept replaying in my head, and each time I got angrier and angrier.

Then there was chaos amongst the officers, and I heard a familiar-sounding voice fighting its way into the room.

"Sir, you need to leave. You shouldn't be here," said an officer.

"Precious, please put down the gun."

My whole world stopped.

"It's okay. It's over now."

Mike and I were transfixed on him, both believing our eyes were playing tricks on us. But they weren't. What we were seeing was just as real as the gun in my hand.

"Baby, please put down the gun, I'm begging you," he pleaded.

A rush of blood went to my head, and my heart was beating so loudly that I felt like the whole room could hear it.

"Supreme, you're dead. How can you be standing there?"

"Just put down the gun and I'll explain everything."

My mind was moving forward, but my body was standing still. I was frozen in fear, because I didn't want to let my heart believe that Supreme was alive and standing in front of me.

"Supreme, is that really you?" I stepped forward with the gun still in my hand. The cops all followed my lead and raised their gun and stuck them out further gripping tightly.

"Yes. Now, baby, please put down your gun before they hurt you." He moved closer to me, and I could see the concern in his face.

One of the cops standing between us raised his hand, letting Supreme know not to take another step.

I lowered my gun, removed my finger from the trigger and placed it on the floor. Quickly, the police filed in, checking every corner of the house.

In the midst of the chaos, Supreme ran up and lovingly wrapped his arms around me. I was still in shock and couldn't return his embrace. I could hear the police officer reading Mike his rights as he demanded to call his attorney.

Handcuffed with his hands behind his back, Mike staggered past me and Supreme, giving us the most diabolical look. "We ain't finished, trust," he said with confidence dripping from his voice, as if he didn't know he was about to be facing mad time in jail.

"Ma'am." The officer tapped me on my shoulder."

"That's Mrs. Mills," Supreme corrected him.

"Mrs. Mills, we need to take you to the hospital and have you examined."

I nodded my head, agreeing with the officer. If the police couldn't get any other charges against Mike to stick, the rape case damn sure would. I wanted to follow all the necessary procedures to guarantee that.

Supreme remained right by my side during my visit at the hospital where a rape kit was performed and I was subjected to intensive questioning by the police. They grilled me about Nico, Nina's murder and my involvement with Mike. I was careful to give them as much detailed information as possible without self-incrimination. I did find it hard to focus because I still hadn't processed that Supreme was really alive.

"Mrs. Mills, we only have one more question for you, as I'm sure you're anxious to leave the hospital and go home," the officer said, trying to sound sympathetic.

"Yes, I am. But what's the question?"

"Do you have any idea where we can find Nico Carter?"

"No, I don't." It wasn't a lie. As far as I knew, Nico was long gone and I had no idea if and when he'd be back. "I also have a question for you." The officer looked up at me from writing something down on his notepad.

"Yes."

"How did you know I was at Mike's house?"

"You can thank your friend Jamal Crawford for that. He stopped by the precinct late this afternoon with his concerns. Jamal told us about the contract he had doctored up and that you believed you knew who killed Supreme. He had a bad feeling and for good reason. Jamal had no idea who might be involved, but we assumed from the information he gave us you knew it was Mr. Owens. We had been watching Mike for some time because of our suspicions about his involvement with the attempt on your husband's life. I wish we could've arrived sooner and prevented the rape, but I'm relieved we're not investigating another homicide. I know you have a lot more questions, but I'm sure your husband can explain the rest."

Supreme was holding my hand tightly and I stared at him. Our mouths weren't saying a word but our eyes were speaking volumes. He then opened the palm of my hand, and I saw the necklace that I had been gripping so tightly. It was the necklace Supreme had gave me, what seemed like a lifetime ago, on the day I had been released from the hospital. I had let Mike take if off, but I was holding on to it for dear life, feeling that it was giving me strength. Supreme took it out of my hand and placed it back around my neck, where it belonged. After leaving the hospital we decided to stay at a hotel because if we went home Nathan and the rest of the security would have a million questions. Neither of us was ready for that.

On the drive to the hotel I just laid my head in Supreme's lap, taking in his scent, studying his hands-he was really with me in the flesh.

When we got in our hotel room, one of the first things Supreme did was turn on the water in the Jacuzzi. He bathed me from head to toe in the hot water. It was exactly what I needed to erase the foulness Mike had set on my body. After relaxing in the water for about an hour, Supreme dried me off and carried me to the bed. My exhaustion finally took over me, and I fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

When I woke up the next morning, Supreme was sitting in the chair wide awake. "How long have you been up?" I questioned.

"Since you fell asleep last night. All this time being away from you I dreamed of just watching you sleep. These last few months have been the hardest of my life."

"Tell me what happened," I said needing to know the truth." Supreme stood up from the chair and sat down at the edge of the bed. I sat up giving him my full attention. He took a deep breath and began speaking.

"After you got shot and was in the hospital, Mike came to me offering a deal to sign with his record label. Of course I turned him down. He reached out to me a few more times afterwards, and I knew he was furious but never did I believe he would resort to murder.

When I was shot leaving the hospital with you, the doctors performed emergency surgery, and I was in critical condition, but they knew I would survive. They told you and everyone else I had died, following the orders of the police and the FBI."

"But why?"

"Because the FBI had been trying to build a case against Mike on drugs, money laundering and all sorts of other crimes for a minute. They had an informant in place that had got word that Mike was responsible for the hit on me, but the FBI needed more proof. They wanted Mike to believe that I was dead to protect me until they had all the evidence needed to get an indictment and conviction."

"But ...but I saw you die."

"So you thought. But after they took me in for emergency surgery, what followed was all staged. Baby, you have no idea what the government can do. After they declared me dead and took me into hiding, the Feds transferred me to one of their hospitals, where they nursed me back to health. Having you and my parents grieving over me and watching mad people mourn my death when I was very much alive, that shit was hard. Harder than being shot seven times. Precious I was watching the whole thing on TV from my bed. Even when you were crying over my casket, you looked beautiful. I wanted to reach through the television and hold you so you would know everything would be okay because I was alive. After my ordeal, I'm starting to question whether those Tupac rumors are true."

"So where were you for all these months?"

"In a safe house somewhere in Long Island. They had me stashed under lock and key. They kept me in the dark about how the investigation was going. A few police officers were with me 24/7 for protection, but they wouldn't tell me shit. Luckily, I overheard one of them talking about the cops making their move on Mike, because they believed you were in imminent danger. I told them if they didn't take me to you I would go on my own, and the only way to stop me was to kill me. They could see I was dead-ass serious, so they took me to you.

"I was stressing the whole time because I didn't know what the fuck was going on. All I knew was that you were with Mike. Baby, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you from that piece of shit. I wanted to kill that nigga with my bare hands."

"I still can't believe you're alive. Since you've been gone my life has been on a downward spiral. I never thought I would touch you or hold you again. Or feel you make love to me. The only reason I wanted to live was to revenge your death."

"I know how hard it's been for you, baby. But I'm here, and starting right now we're making up for our lost time."

"Can we start by you making love to me?

"Are you sure you're ready for that? After what happened with Mike, I understand if you need time and want to wait."

"I want to forget about Mike and what he did to me. Today is a new beginning, and I want to share it with you. I need to feel you inside of me, so I'll know you'll never leave me again.

"Damn, Precious, you don't have to say no more. I've been wanting to feel what's mine for too long. I missed you, baby."

I've missed you, too."

Supreme and I made love and for that moment everything in the world seemed perfect. My husband was home, and I finally had my life back.

The Present,

I had beaten too many odds not to be able to battle for the life of my unborn child. Yeah, I was having a difficult childbirth, but I was determined to bring a healthy seed in this world. My baby needed me, and I needed my baby even more. With all the bullshit I had been through in my young life, I could muster the strength to push my child out, and that's what I did. I took a deep breath and put my back and everything else into it, pushing out the gem I would love more than anything in this world, including myself.

"Precious, you did it," I heard both the doctor and nurse say in unison. But I didn't need them to say shit because the thunderous cries ringing in the air were the only announcement needed.

The doctor handed me my baby, and I was at a loss for words. It seemed like yesterday death was knocking at my door, when in fact it had been months since the end of my ordeal. Now here I was holding my greatest accomplishment.

"Precious, would you like for me to bring the father back in?" the nurse asked. I kept my head down and nodded "Yes," not wanting to look away from my bundle of joy.

While in labor I demanded Supreme leave the room. His presence was just making a stressful situation worse. He was acting as if he was in more pain than me, and that shit was just physically impossible. It killed me how Supreme was so hardcore when he hit that mic, but was absolutely no help playing coach in the delivery room. It was all good thoughhis strengths in everything else he touched made up for it.

When Supreme walked in I glanced up and he had the most serene expression. As he got closer a smile crept across his face, and pure happiness beamed from his eyes. I knew how much the birth of our child meant to him. "Baby, meet your daughter," I said as I handed her over to the proud father. "I want to name her Aaliyah after my mother, especially since she inherited her green eyes."