The Versace League (12 page)

             
“Patrice Givens?” Katrina questioned. “Givens. I thought that Yamin said her last name was Santiago.” Katrina clicked on the link that read “more” and watched as a list of Patrice’s priors displayed on the screen. She was floored and her jaw dropped open as her breath left her. Quickly she scrolled over to the print icon and grabbed her cell phone to call Yamin. He answered after just 2 rings.

             
“Yea,” his deep voice penetrated the speakers sounding like music to her ears.

             
“You will not believe what I found on little Miss Patrice Givens,” Katrina breathed into the phone.

             
“Patrice Givens?” Yamin questioned.

             
“Yes, you need to see this for yourself. Can we meet?”

             
“Just come to the spot I told you I would be staying at. I won’t move until I see what you got for me.”

             
“Cool, I leave here in about 35 minutes.”

             
Katrina hung up the phone, sat it on the desk, and grabbed her purse from the bottom drawer. She checked herself out in the mini mirror on her desk and viewed her hair and makeup. Taking another Kleenex from the box, she dabbed at the running makeup under her eye and grabbed the powder from her purse to fix what the tears had messed up. She glanced at the computer once more and shook her head in total disbelief.

             
Buzz! Buzz!

             
Katrina picked up the cell phone and read the message on her phone:
GOT THE INFO ON THE WIFE. CALL ME.

She responded to the message:
GREAT! WILL CALL YOU LATER. LEAVING WORK IN THIRTY TO GIVE YAMIN THIS INFO ON PATRICE. WAIT UNTIL YOU HEAR THIS. CALL YOU SOON.
She hit the send button and then tossed the phone into her purse.

She watched and watched the clock until it read 8:00 p.m. and then prepared to leave. On her way out of her office, she grabbed the paper from the printer and headed out to see Yamin.

****

“I never ever cheated….I never ever lied. So you can stop asking, asking me why,” Katrina sang loudly along with Monica’s
U Should’ve Known Better.
She nodded her head and popped her lips as she dug deep within to match Monica’s tone. She knew she couldn’t sing, but couldn’t nobody tell her that. She was really feeling the old track and wished that she could replay it over and over again.

             
She glanced over at the mini clock in her Infiniti and then put her attention back on the road. Once again, she thought about Yamin and the love she had for that man. She wondered how long it took to get over a broken heart. Yamin obviously didn’t want her and he’d proven that when he married Jessica, although she begged him not to. She didn’t want to come off as this crazy, obsessed person, but she just didn’t know how to move on. She had secretly done some digging into Jessica’s background, she just didn’t see what Yamin saw in her and felt as though something was up with her. If it had been nothing then she would leave it alone and try her best to move on even though she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

All she could think about was her and Yamin’s late night escapades that happened more often than not. The way he made love to her was something remarkable and was not easy to forget about.

             
They’d been involved for over a year and things were going so well until Jessica came along. She didn’t understand how Yamin just wanted her to forget about everything like it never happened. They’d shared so much together, so many pleasant memories together and one memory that wasn’t so pleasant at all. It was the memory that she thought would bring them closer together and form an unbreakable bond. When she’d lost their child at 11 weeks of pregnancy she was sure that the love that Yamin had for her would intensify, but she had been wrong. It had been such a tragedy to her and Yamin handled it with ease as if it meant nothing to him that the child they made together never even had a chance.

             
“Oh God Katrina, get a grip girl! All this damn crying,” she told herself. She let out a forced laugh and choked back her sadness. “Why does it have to hurt so badly? Why do I have to love him so much?”

             
Katrina shook her head. She felt her car jerk to the side and the sorrow she felt quickly left her as concern took over. She reached for the knob on the stereo and silenced the music that bled through the speakers. There was a few rough patches in the road before the car jerked to the other side.

             
Frantically, Katrina placed both hands on the steering wheel and removed her foot from the gas. She was unsure of what was happening and instantly became frightened.

             
“Oh shit!” She gasped when her car jerked once gain. She slowed down as much as she could and allowed the car behind her to pass before she got over in her right hand lane. She lightly placed her foot on the gas and made sure to drive as slowly as possible. Upon seeing the exit sign a few hundred feet ahead, she perked up and felt a little better knowing that she was close to safety. As she took the exit, she tapped the button to let her window down and was immediately able to detect that she’d blown a tire.

             
“Damn it! I just got these tires a couple of months ago. I better have a damn warranty, I know that.”

             
Katrina pulled her car as far off the road as possible and placed the car in park. She grabbed her cell phone and turned the inside lights on. She wanted to brief Yamin on her delay and then call Triple AAA to come and assist her.

HEY I GOT A FLAT BUT IM MINUTES AWAY.
She hit the send button and reached over to the glove department to retrieve her triple AAA card.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

             
Katrina reached for her phone and clicked on Yamin’s message back to her.

             
WHERE-

             
POW!

             
She didn’t even get a chance to read the remainder of the message. The bullet had entered her so quickly that she was dead upon impact. Blood splattered across the steering wheel and the seat behind her. Her body slumped over to the side and her cell dropped from her hand and hit the floor.

             
The killer walked around to the passenger’s side of the car, opened the door, and grabbed the papers that sat in the seat. Just like that he was gone.

AGENTLESS

The sunlight peered through the blinds and glared off of Yamin's chocolate skin. He winced at the brightness as he dumped the guts of a cigar into an ashtray that lay before him. He and Jessica were ducked off at the temporary apartment until things calmed down. 

   He'd been sitting in the same spot all night, looking and waiting for Katrina to show up. He knew that she had been full of shit when she didn't respond to any of the messages he sent to her. He sent her four messages asking if she needed any help and where she was located, but no answer. He was growing sick with her jealous ass ways and her inability to move on and allow him and his wife to be happy.

Sadly, she was letting personal matters get in the way of her doing business. After this little stunt, he knew that this was the end for her. He would have to release her from The Versace League. Her connections and level of notoriety was one that he paid good money for but he could no longer afford the fuck ups. Not only that, he didn't need anyone around that was consistently trying to ruin his relationship.

             
    "Babe!" Jessica said as she held out a glass of orange juice in front of him.

     "Damn, I didn't see you standing there," Yamin looked up at Jessica and smiled. He grabbed the glass of juice from her hand and sat it on the table. He took the blunt he was rolling and sat that down as well. Grabbing Jessica's hand, he pulled her close to him and lifted her satin nighty. He stared at her stomach and then placed a circle of kisses around her navel. "Baby mama."

  Jessica laughed, "Baby mama? No, no, no! Don't play with me."

  
             
"What? You my baby right?" Yamin questioned and Jessica nodded. "And you about to be a mama. So you my baby mama."

             
  She laughed again. "I'm so nervous and scared," Jessica admitted as she placed her hands over Yamin's.

    "Don't be. I will never let anything happen to you or my youngn' Jessica. I promise you that."

     Jessica nodded her head and stared into Yamin's eyes. She'd been looking for all kinds of signs or something to tell her that she'd made the wrong choice by sticking with Yamin, but she'd found none. Yamin was still him. He was a good man that loved her just the same as always.

He was the same man that took care of his family and loved her unconditionally. The only thing about him that was different was the fact that he was a professional criminal versus the legitimate business man that he'd portrayed himself to be. As hard as she looked for reasons to leave, she found more and more reasons to stay. The positive pregnancy test that she read yesterday was what sealed her faith in her decision to make it work by any means. She would no longer question whether or not she was wrong or right. God had blessed them with a child and they were in the midst of completing their family. She was happy.

  "I know that. I'm scared of being a mother. My mother sucked at it and I'm afraid I won't know what to do."

    "Man, if my pops can take care of a newborn with three other kids running around the house screaming then you damn sure can. And just because your mother sucked at it doesn't mean you will."

    
             
Jessica smiled inside. She was nervous but she was elated to be having a child and it made her even happier to see that Yamin was taking it so well. She leaned over and kissed Yamin on his lips and he pulled her down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and flung her hair to the back away from her face.

      "I know you told me I don't have to thank you, but I feel like I do," Yamin said. "I'm happy with you and I'm glad you chose to stay with me. I love you."

    
             
   "I love you too Yamin, and stop thanking me. You're my husband."

    
             
Yamin pulled Jessica's nighty over her head and went to take one of her breast into his mouth when something on the TV caught his attention. He tapped Jessica on the behind twice and signaled for her to get up. She looked at him with confusion in her eyes, but she did as he asked.

   "Oh shit," Yamin pushed past her and ran over to the flat screen TV that was mounted against the wall. He reached on the side and turned the volume up. Quickly, he brought his hands up to his head and his chest fell.  He read the inscription written across the television and felt like his head was about to explode.

   FBI AGENT KATRINA WARREN FOUND MURDERED....the caption read.

It was here....around 4:30 a.m, where a young gentlemen decided to pull over and assist what he thought was a stranded motorist. Upon getting closer to the car, he noticed that the motorist was actually dead. A couple of hours ago, police informed us that the deceased victim was pronounced dead on arrival due to a gunshot wound to the head. Moments earlier, we were informed that the victim was Federal Agent Katrina Warren. She's been an agent with the Bureau for five years. Investigators are saying that they are looking into Katrina's prior cases but at this moment they have no leads. Back to you Douglas……

"Fuckkkkkkkk!!!!!" Yamin roared and jerked the TV off the wall causing it to fall against the floor. He slammed his foot into the TV over and over again. Sweat poured down the sides of his face and tears formed in his eyes. "What the fuck man?"

      Jessica tried to get closer to him when he swung and smashed his fist into the wall. She screeched and jumped back in fear that he would accidentally strike her. She'd only met Katrina that one time and was aware that she'd been in love with Yamin. Yamin told her that he didn't have any feelings for Katrina, but what she was seeing said something different. He was angry and he was crying. Jessica placed her hand over her stomach and watched as Yamin continuously slammed his fist into the wall. She knew that his hand had to be injured and she felt for him.

  BAM! BAM! BAM!

   The knocking at the door brought Yamin out of his rage. He backed away from the wall and took his left hand and pulled his pistol from underneath the couch's cushion. He rushed over to the window and peeked through the blinds, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary.