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Shooting him in the face three times, I watched as his body hit the ground. One thing I wouldn’t tolerate was disrespect from anyone. I had enough on my plate. If my best friend of twenty years wanted to turn his back on me, he could join his family.

Walking to the back of the house where the fields began, I couldn’t help but wonder how my entire staff in Haiti was massacred.

Was it Rosier? I knew it was him because that Mills nigga didn’t have that type of pull.

Then again, the cryptic messages and photos about my buildings said otherwise.

Had I underestimated him? My heart thumped rapidly as I thought about the possibility of biting off more than I could chew.

All thoughts of regret slipped my mind as soon as they came when I laid eyes on my barren fields.

“Nooo!” I screamed into the emptiness of the afternoon sky. “What the fuck?!”

Running from row to row, I looked on as all of my coca and marijuana plants withered away, completely destroyed.

Dropping to my knees, I grabbed a fistful of soil and gagged at the smell—pesticides, herbicides, vinegar, and salt.

Swiveling my head from side to side, I screamed as my entire field appeared to be demolished.

There was no need to ask who had done this.

In my mind, I already knew. Jumping up, I ran back to Ralph’s truck.

I needed to get the fuck out of here. Jumping inside, I fumbled with the keys to turn the ignition.

Placing my hand on the gear to shift, the coolness of a barrel on my temple caused me to pause.

“Hello, husband…” I tugged my eyes to the rearview mirror, locking them with a beautiful and smiling Noemi. “I think it’s time to talk about a divorce.”

Fueled with fury, I turned to try and grab her from the back seat, but a blow to the head stopped me. Dazed, I looked around and noticed she wasn’t alone. To the side of her was none other than Jordan Mills. Hearing her soft giggles, my vision began to blur as I laid eyes on her again.

“Be nice, Chandler…” She bit her bottom lip before pulling him into her for a kiss. “My man doesn’t play about me.”

Before I could respond, the barrel of a gun hit my temple once more, causing everything to go black.

“I’m saying, Noemi… you could have called that nigga a bitch before calling him your husband.

Let me find out you like his ass.” Groaning from the pounding of my head, I tried my best to pry my eyes open.

I could hear Noemi’s giggles like the man speaking had told the joke of the year.

“I’ma see if it’s funny when I give your husband a live show of me dropping dick off in you. ”

“Fuck you, nigga,” I grunted out the words as my eyes struggled to open. When they did finally part wide enough, their blurry faces came into view. “Untie me and watch what I do, muthafucka.”

Mugging my wife as she straddled Skip, I watched as he tapped her thigh for her to move. Not wanting to, he gripped her neck and tongued her down so deeply that even I had to look away. Looking around, I noticed that they had brought me back to my home, and we were still in Haiti.

“Shit...” she moaned and squirmed in his lap. “Don’t start nothing you can’t finish, Jordan.”

“You know damn well that if I can’t do nothing else, I can make that pussy cream.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he gripped her ass. “Give me an hour, and I’m going to show you.”

Blushing, she scooted from his lap and stood in front of him. Her eyes zeroed in on the tent in his shorts, and that pissed me off. She was in here acting as if I wasn’t sitting here. The disrespect she’d shown me had been astronomical.

“Get the fuck away from her!” I bellowed, causing them both to glance my way. “I’m going to kill you, nigga.”

Rocking back and forth in the chair, I tried my best to loosen the ropes he’d tied me with. His laughing only increased my anger. I could see Noemi becoming irritated as well, and that warmed my darkened heart some.

“Okay, Jordan… maybe we should leave well enough alone.” She sighed before stepping between us. “This has gone on long enough. Honestly, can you give Chandler and me a minute to talk?”

“Talk about what?” he said, jerking his head to look at her. “It ain’t shit to talk about. He’s about to die, and you belong to me, Mi.”

“He’s still my husband!” she shouted, exasperated. “It’s fucked up how I did him, and I owe him an explanation. We’re still bound together under God.”

Looking back and forth between us, I smirked at his irritation. That was one thing that he couldn’t deny. This girl was Mrs. Gourneau. No matter what he and she had going on, she was still my fucking wife.

“Fine!” He threw his hands back and glared at her. “All of a sudden, you want to be a wife to that nigga, but you were just a hoe for me when you was taking this dick.” He dragged his eyes to me. “I don’t give a fuck what she tells you, you’re dying here today.”

“We’ll see.” I grinned and winked as he left the room, leaving us. Fidgeting, she averted her eyes from me. That wasn’t going to do. “Noemi…”

“I know you want to talk, Chandler.” She sighed heavily, bringing those pretty eyes to me.

Maybe I can look into them as I fuck her before she dies.

“You’ve been out for a while, so let me feed you.” Frowning, she went into the kitchen. It was then that I smelled the food. Noemi has never been the domestic type, so I was hesitant when she came back with the pasta.

“Noemi, I don’t want that.” I eyed the steaming Alfredo as my stomach growled. Despite my hesitation, I couldn’t lie and say it didn’t look or smell good. “We both know you can’t cook.”

“Nigga, please. Your mother was cooking this when we came in. Speaking of… she was not happy with me.”

Dragging a chair before me, I watched as she forked the noodles, blowing away some of the steam. Her pouty lips caused my dick to stir, and food was the last thing on my mind.

“Where is she?” I eyed her as she brought the noodles to my mouth. “She and Star were supposed to be waiting on me when I got back.”

“You traumatized them, Chan.” She shook her head disappointedly, waiting for me to open my mouth. “They’re long gone…”

Holding my stare, I reluctantly opened my lips as she fed me.

Chewing, I admit it was good as hell. Although the chicken had a different texture and taste, the sauce helped.

There was some type of seasoning sprinkled all over it, giving it a horrible aftertaste, but it wasn’t unbearable.

It was a good thing that my mother and sister were nowhere in sight because I would have put my belt to ass for them fucking up my favorite dish.

“Here… eat the bread.” She held a piece of garlic toast to my lips. I wasted no time biting it. “It’s good?”

“Mhm,” I mumbled as I chewed. Maybe I have a concussion from the hits, and it’s fucking up my taste buds. Everything tasted off today. “I’m more interested in why you think being sweet to me after you played me is going to solve this mess you’ve created.”

Placing the plate in her lap, she reached to the side of her and grabbed the glass of my favorite drink: cherry Kool-Aid. Had she catered to me like this in the beginning, I would have been a little more selective with where I put my dick.

“Chandler… you played me at every turn,” she stated as she watched me drink. It was a little bit more bitter than I remembered from the last time Charlotte made it. “You called me out of my name, and you disrespected me to everyone, from my family to your whores. Why would I want you?”

“Noemi—”

“You tried to have me killed.” She angled her head at me, scanning my face. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s hot as fuck in here.” I twisted in the chair. “Fuck.”

“Must be those demons in you trying to break free…” She simpered as she stood from her seat. “My brother told me that it would happen. Here, let me help you.”

Coughing and gagging, I watched her as she retrieved a knife from the nearby table. I thought it was over for me as she reached behind me, but to my surprise, she cut me loose.

“W-What did you do to me?” I reached for her, but she side-stepped my touch. “I’ll k-kill?—”

“Kill me? Yeah, you’ve been saying that for a while.” She smirked as she turned on her heels. “Come follow me to the sitting room; your family is waiting for you.”

Stumbling, I was barely able to walk straight as I wheezed and bumped into the wall, trying my best to follow her. My insides were boiling, and my throat was burning raw.

“Now that the gang is all here…” She smiled and spun around. “I feel like it’s time you properly introduce me to your family. Go ahead, hubs. Introduce me.”

Glancing around the living room, my eyes bulged in horror. My mother and sister were sitting on the sofa, side by side, bloodied, with their eyes and tongues missing.

“I always thought those bitches talked too much.” She kissed her teeth as she gestured toward them. It was then that Skip re-entered the room. “Oh! Hey, baby. I was just getting acquainted with the in-laws.”

“You’re really about to piss me off, Noemi.” He leaned against the wall and eyed me as I fell forward onto the loveseat. The walls were closing in on me, and I knew it. Spitting up blood was a clear indication that the end was near. “Hurry up so I can get my dick wet.”

“So rude.” She licked her lips seductively. “But I like that shit.” Turning back to me, her smile widened. “Back to you. Did you enjoy your dinner? Grinding those eyes and tongues took a lot of work, so I hope you can appreciate?—”

“Ughhh!” I bent over and regurgitated the entire meal. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Since I couldn’t make them eat their words, you did.” She shrugged, walking around the room. “None of you will ever disrespect me or my family again. You tried to kill me, my man, and my daughter. You should have known you were going to pay for that.”

Still throwing up, I looked into her dark eyes. The woman before me wasn’t the one I’ve known all these years. The one before me right now was darker than I could have imagined, and in that moment, I regretted ever thinking she was the perfect way to seek revenge against Rosier.

“I’m s-sorry.” I tried to stand and apologize, but she pushed me back down.

“I’m sorry,” she mimicked, picking at her nails.

“That sorry shit doesn’t mean shit to me, my man, or a traumatized six-year-old.

I want your soul, Chandler, and thanks to Jules, I will have it.

” Leaning forward, she frowned as he eyed me.

“You stink.” Standing straight, she stepped back from me.

The room was spinning and getting gloomier.

I could feel my insides scorching as blood began to seep from my eyes, nose, and ears.

“Oh, before I forget…” She walked over toward Skip but turned to address me.

“That special seasoning on your pasta was homegrown, courtesy of your father’s femur.

” Her smile turned wicked. “When you get to Hell, tell your mother her roses wouldn’t grow over the past couple of years because the soil was tainted .

” Glancing to the side of me, she winked. “Ain’t that right, Pop?”

Slowly, I turned to the side of me and released a gut-wrenching cry.

The decomposed body of my father sat next to me.

His body was covered in dirt, and I could tell he’d just been dug out of the ground.

I turned to her, trying my best to move, but it was useless.

I was paralyzed from whatever she had given me, and my lifeline was slipping away.

“My brother told me your father begged for his life like a bitch before it ended.” She laughed as she threw her arms around Jordan while he gripped all over her ass. “When you see him, ask him if avenging his death was worth causing yours.”

Gargling on my own fluids, my breathing became ragged.

My tears mixed with the blood as I regretted every decision I’d made over the last few years.

I hated that I agreed to marry Noemi because of my own vendetta, and I regretted trying to take out the man she called brother and the one she’d fallen in love with.

My jealousy and delusion were the reasons I was sitting here dying from the inside out.

The only thing I could do was pray death came quickly as I watched my wife drop to her knees before a man that wasn’t me.