Toxic

Chapter Thirty-One

Phillips, Jeff

       "You were suppose to be here an hour ago."

I shrugged my shoulders.
"Well, I decided to be fucking late. What is she doing here?"

Alonzo looked back at who I was pointing at, which was his wife. That was one thing I wouldn't do was speak business around a wife, unless it was my own.

"She's my wife."

"So, you need to tell her ass to hop in the car because I'm not speaking business around her."

He shook his head, and sarcastically chuckled. "Today, I'm not in the mood for any shit. We handle business and it's a go. My wife ain't no snitch."

"Baby what's wrong?"
Stepping in between us, his wife looked at me briefly before looking over at her husband.

Rose was someone I knew before, but now it didn't even matter. She was a bitch, and she was only after the money. But I couldn't deny the fact that her looks is what got a person caught up. She was bueatiful, and everything about her dripped innocence, but now with her standing in front of me. I just saw a gold digging bitch.

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"Nothing baby, we were just talking business."

She looked at him one more time before turning my way. "Business huh? You didn't tell me this is who we were going to be working with."

I bit down my lip, trying to hold back from going off on this bitch but I couldn't help myself. I couldn't even believe I was working with them after the death of my son, and even my relationship with my wife, but this was business. And business and family were two different things. "Lets go in, and handle business."

She smacked her lips, but she nodded her head, and walked before me. Walking towards, my restaurant, I saw a woman standing outside of the building but I could only see her back, and her back, until she turned around and made eye contact with me. My wife.

"What--"

"So I know my eyes are not playing tricks on me, your here with them?"

I watched the tears trickle from her eyes, before she started walking off which shocked me.

Watching his wife throw the ashes in the beautiful beach water, he tried to show sincerity by wrapping his arm around her waist. But she didn't want it. Danielle pushed his hands off of her, with fresh tears rolling down her face, and dropped down on the ground. While, he stood their and eventually dropped down on his knees to hold her, to eventually get pushed again. This time she didn't just push him, she beat across his chest until she got tired from the tears and the stress. She broke down, and dropped her body flat on the ground, back to sand, with her hands on her face.

"I keep asking m-myself why this happened. Why my b--baby had to die, and you know, I cant seem to figure it out. I've b-been here for you forever. I l--lost my mother, and I still stayed by your side. She left m-me. And you remember what I told you?"

She didn't wait for his response as she continued to have her break down. "I s--said when we have our babies I wanted them to love me, and I didn't want to lose them. Ever."

She stopped talking, and this time when Jeff laid down and held her against his chest she didn't stop him. She knew she loved him. She wish she could stop, but she knew deep down inside she would never  stop loving him. No matter what just happened, she still loved him. His arms around her, his lovemaking, and even his mistakes.

Finally catching up to my wife, I grabbed onto her arm, making her turn around with the ugliest look she could muster up. "What, huh, what can you say to justify this, Jeff?"

I held even tighter on her arm. "Just let me explain, okay.."

She snatched her arm out of my hold, and smacked her lips. "Let you explain what, Jeff? Its no more explaining that you can do."

"I was just handling business, calm down."

Pointing her finger in my face, she got even more upset. "I don't have to calm down, if I don't want to. Don't tell me what the hell to do. That's all you do is handle business, but with them? Really Jeff, the one who murdered our fucking child?"

I shook my head, and chuckled.

"I wouldn't have to do this shit with them, if my own wife would stay at home and help me out."

She shook her head at me, and rolled her eyes. "For your information, I'm out here working, making sure that our shit is together, that we have something to live off of, because guess what Jeff, its over. You haven't been doing anything, not squat, your son was the one handling your missions, but now that you ran away our son; I'm the one handling that too. While your fucking who you want to fuck."

"How did yo--"

"Does it shock you to know that I'm actually loyal to you after everything?"

I didn't answer, making her smile, and turn around before walking over to her car. I didn't know what I had done, but I knew it wasn't good, and for once I started to care again. But at the end of day, business still had to be handled.

Not knowing this would be his last time ever seeing his once love, his hustler, his ride or die, his babies mother, his wife.

Almost towards the end.. But remember this is a series.