Chapter o021

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Jacquees was to fly in this morning, he had been gone for little over a week. There had not been much conversation between the two of us in weeks. Had my little fling with Greg, which I thought was supposed to be a one-night stand but now I'm having these strong romantic thoughts about him. He did not replicate those same feelings towards me... But what in the hell did I expect? He was a man and he did not know me long before I climbed into bed with him.

I was just a good time girl. Nothing more and nothing less.

Damn.

What in the hell did I allow myself to become?

Laying in the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, reflecting on every fucked-up thing I managed to do. From my illicit marital affair to even getting fucking married. Nicolette and Maia begged me not to marry Jacquees, but my foolish ass did it for the security.

Now do not get me wrong, I love Jaq, well I loved what I thought he could be. He's charming, intellectual, confident, educated, well-off... However, he lacked in the sack and he lacked in emotions. He could be very narcissistic... He was cold and mean, too.

But I knew all these things when I married him. This marriage was my fault because out of the two of us, I saw the trouble over the horizon but refused to derail it. Sitting up slowly, I pushed the covers back, throw my legs over the edge of my bed and sat there for a moment... Still deep into my thoughts. I needed to decide before my husband came home as to what I was going to do about all of this.

Let's face it, Greg was not good for me. Get some good dick and my stupid ass falls in love with it. Great sex does not mask the fact he's an ex-convict with nothing going for him. Plus, how much longer can I embarrass myself over him?

I jump as I feel some vibrations by my foot underneath the bed. I reach down and pat the cold, wooden floor until my hands connect with a phone.

"Huh?"

I examine it for a second, it was not my phone.

It was not Jacquees' either.

Placing palm to forehead.

"Greg..."

It had been days since he's been here, and I cannot believe he left it and did not notice it was gone. I am lost in space if my phone is gone for two seconds. Now that it dawned on me... I've called Greg! He has his phone!

"What the fu—"

I tried to turn the phone on, but that vibration must have been it powering off. Quickly, I rushed over to my charger and plugged the phone up, I was in fully investigation mode at this point.

"Teeeee!!!"

Shit!

I forgot about brunch with Nicolette this morning.

"Up here!" I responded as I headed out of the bedroom, meeting her as she came up the steps. She smiled widely at me as she wagged her manicured finger at me.

"And how did I know you would not be dressed?"

Rolling my eyes, I turned to go back in the room.

"If you know me so well then you would have come an hour later and gave me to time to get ready." I shrugged as I sauntered over to the double doors of my closet. "Have you heard from Maia?"

"Yea, about a night ago—She's still adapting to that billionaire life."

By now, I knew Nicolette was walking all over my room, straightening up the bed, cleaning trash—she was such a mom. It bothers Jacquees when she does it because he thinks that her way of snooping around—Hell, I have known Nikki for nearly eighteen years and that was not her character, he was just paranoid about every damn thing.

"She has not called me; did she say anything about being mad at me?" I pouted as I dug through my racks of clothes.

"You are so vain. Bitch, nobody is mad at y—" She grew suddenly quiet. "Aye, who phone is this? And why are there naked photos of you on it?"

My heart fluttered, everything in my hand fell to the floor as I rushed out of the room. Nicolette stood there, frozen looking at the phone's screen, not noticing me.

"Please say you are fucking with me, Nikki—Please!" I tried to grab for the phone, but she pushed me back and started to read:

"This bitch is too fucking easy, man, you are right—The pussy wasn't hard to get.

Yea, I know, but this is all I need to get that money. Dumbass gonna be left broke and looking stupid."

My eyes widen as tears welled up, what the fuck is happening to me right now?

"Tierra..." Nicolette thumbed through the phone. "What in the entire FUCK you got going on?!" She turned the phone and showed me a video of me giving Greg a blowjob. I screamed out as I fell to the floor. "Sis tell me something because the motherfucker is talking to Quees! Jacquees, as in that no-good fucker that I told you NOT to marry? He set you up!"

All I could do was cry; it must have been a throw-a-way phone of Greg's... He was hired to do this by my husband. I felt so stupid and helpless, what in the hell were they going to do with those images and videos of me? Was Jaquees going around showing them off to people?!

I felt sick. I jerked as I begin to dry heave as Nikki put the wastebasket in front of me.

"Breathe, Tee, breathe."

In through my nostrils, out through my mouth...

...in through my nostrils, out through my mouth...

...in through my nostrils, out through my mouth.

I repeated this mantra several times until I noticed Nicolette sitting on the floor next to me, she put her arms around me and held me.

"It's time for you to talk to me, Sis... I need to know what the hell you think is going on. So, we can try and fix this."

For the first time, I confessed about my affair. I told her about Jaquees stop talking to me, stopped having sex with me—even though it was not good in the first place—He had abandoned me emotionally. And it seems like the perfect set up for Greg to come wandering in and looking like superman.

"Tierra, why didn't you tell me about this shit!"

"I didn't know how, Nik!" I sobbed. "I was too busy pretending that my marriage wasn't a joke and that I was screwing an ex-criminal." Her eyes widen.

"Where in the world did you meet this man?! Your stuck-up ass doesn't even grocery shop outside your neighborhood because you think it's 'beneath' you." She fussed.

"He was a valet at a store on Rodeo Drive, and he was just—" I tried to find the words. "He was everything that Jaq wasn't." I admitted honestly.

She shook her head as she flipped through the phone some more.

"What a minute—" She studied it more. "This little girl looks familiar... Wait a minute that Maia!"

I gave her a confused look.

"Why in the world would he have a picture of Maia? He doesn't know her!"

Well, I don't think he does.

"This is Maia." She started reading a little bit more than her eyes widen, and she dropped the phone and looked at me like she had seen a ghost.

"W-what?"

"What's this nigga's name?"

"G-greg, w-why?"

Tears welled up in Nicolette's eyes as she kicked the phone away then slapped me hard on my shoulder.

"Ow, Nikki!"

"Shut the fuck up and get your ass dressed, Maia's in serious trouble!"

My oblivious ass could not catch on to how Maia was connected to any of this, but I got up then showered and dressed. When I had finished, Nicolette was now in the living room on her cellphone, frantic.

"She's not picking up her phone, I wish I had Reuben's number—" She mumbled as she dialed someone else's number.

"Nicolette, you never told me what the phone said—"

She threw me a look as she placed her phone to her ear, waiting for someone to answer on the other line. "Damn it, Drea!"

"Nikki- TALK TO ME!" I screamed.

"You really wanna know?" I nodded my head. "Greg was in prison for domestic violence, want to know why?" I nodded my head. "Because his girlfriend found a shrine to a girl that he was obsessed with—A little girl he molested and raped when he was a teenager."

My mouth dropped in horror.

"How do you know this?" I whispered in terror.

"Because Maia was the little girl he abused. That cousin she told us about, Greg is him."

With that, all went dark and I fainted.

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The line to board my flight was abnormally long and I began to grow agitated. The only reason I chose this flight was to keep this from happening, but I guess I was not the only person in a hurry to get out of Louisiana. I had a meeting with my attorney at noon, as soon as my plane lands Operation: Inheritance and Divorce was a go. I had all the footage and proof to leave Tierra on the street penniless like I planned.

I had already started spending the money, except for this flight—I had it originally scheduled for me to fly home First Class but somehow there was a mix up with me ticket and I was now in coach.

How in the hell does mistakes like this happen?! They better be glad I don't want to miss my appointment, or I would still be raising hell.

Another thing that pissed me off was that Greg kept texting me from his actual number to my business number. This imbecile lost his burner phone. I realize I had to stay in contact with him, but I could not be seen connected to this man. He was a criminal and alleged pedophile. Our deal is almost complete, I get my money and divorce and he get a chance to make peace with his past with Maia. How that will go, I don't know and quite frankly I don't care.

I flew him here and that is how far I'm going with it.

"Sir, please remove all objects from your pockets, jewelry, and your shoes then step into the booth for a scanning."

This was all familiar, I was doing it automatically as she spoke then stepped into the scanner with my hands over my head then there was a frantic, blaring siren that rocked the machine.

What the hell?

"Sir, please exit the booth... NOW!" A female security guard came to the doorway, hand on her firearm. I gulped then looked at the way in which I came and there was a big man standing there doing the same as her. "I said get your ass out, now!" She snatched me by my arm then flung me to the ground, penning her knee to my back.

"Aye, bro—I'm filming this shit, man! BLACK LIVES MATTER, BITCH!"

My head was swimming at this point, what in the world is going on?!

"C-Can you please explain to me all of this?!" I nearly screamed.

"No, how about you explain this?" She got off me and the male security snatched me to my feet as she showed me a homemade remote looking object. "Explain a detonation device being in your goddamn bag, Sir..."

"Oh shit, this nigga tryna blow shit up—Stop recording, Tron! Stop recording and let's get the fuck outta here!" The duo quickly shot out running down the terminal, this had to be a fucking joke.

"Ma'am, that is not mine! I am no terrorist—"

The man behind me chuckled.

"You're in deep shit little man, deep shit." He cuffed me then dragged me off from the security line, people were still recording and huddled around. This had to be a nightmare! I cannot have my face plastered all over the place associated with an act of measure.

"Nothing else to see, ladies and gentlemen, the criminal has been detained!" The female security announced as she got the lines back to moving.

"I AM NOT A FUCKING CRIMINAL!" I shrieked, the male guard butted me hard with his head, making me lose consciousness.

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"Davenport!"

I felt something hard knock me out of the chair I was once sitting in. Blinking my eyes wildly, my mouth went dry as I seen the giant security from earlier along with Reuben, Nicholas, and Ezekiel Michaelson... All of them standing over me.

Oh shit.

"Good Morning, Mr. Davenport—I see you've met my personal security, David." Reuben began with a knowing smirk on his face. This was a setup. The group retreated to some chairs that circled around me. The room I was in was nothing but concrete. The ceiling, walls and floor. It was dimly lit and the ambiance struck fear to my soul.

"David, please help him back into his chair..." David snatched me off the floor and threw me into the chair.

"P-please, gentlemen—"

They all looked at one another then back at me.

"You have exactly 30 seconds to explain your dealings with my sister-in-law before you'll flying back to California as cargo and not in a seat."

I swallowed trying to conjure up something that could get me out of this.

"1..."

Ezekiel began to count as I walked to a table and began to pull a very large gun out of a suitcase.

"2... 3..."

"I-I uh... I'm married to her bestfriend, that's all—"

"Infraction #1—" Reuben stood up, adjusting gloves that were on his hands then throwing a punch to my face knocking me out of my chair once again. "Lie to me again, you bitch—"

"Oooo" I groaned as blood came from my mouth, my jaw cracked as I tried move it, but I felt myself being snatched off the ground again—This time it was Reuben. It had dawned on me now that Maia was probably the wrong person to involve in my scheme. "I beg you, Reuben—"

"Tell me now what you have planned against my wife before I kill you with my bare hands."

"She was just a bridesmaid at my wed—Uhhhh!!!"

Another blow to my face as I few across the floor, Reuben pounced on me. Crashing his fist into my face, over and over. My hands were free, but I could not catch a break to defend myself.

"My dear cousin, I thought I was going to be the one kicking his ass." Ezekiel joked as Nicholas chuckled.

"P-p-please, man—No more, man!!!" I begged.

"Then I suggest you tell the truth, because your little hooker for a girlfriend has already dimed you out. So--." Reuben grabbed hold of my shirt then threw me against the wall. "I'll ask you one final time... What do you have planned for my wife?"

Through my swollen eyes, I looked from each face to the next.

"I'm on 23 right now, so you had better get to talking!" Ezekiel announced as he walked over to where Reuben had me pinned.

"I-it w-was G-greg... It was his idea." I whispered. "He made me track her down so he could find her." I swallowed a mouthful of spit and blood. "He's evil, man."

The four of them look back and forth to each then back at me.

Reuben leaned into my ear then whispered:

"Liar. I read your text messages, Bitch."

With that he took a gun to my head.

"I hope Tierra looks good in black."

"No-no!!!!" I screamed.

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