Diosa (EDITING IN PROCESS)

Who is Alex?

Three months after I laid my mom to rest, I decided it was best for me to move out of the house we shared.
I couldn't deal with staying there, it was depressing. I no longer smelt her bustello coffee in the air early mornings. I missed the sound of her salsa from the 80's playing while she cleaned the house. Nothing in that house made me happy anymore, it just reminded me of how much I missed her. I had to move out. I now live in the Back Bay area in Boston.

Alex and I officially started dating two months ago. He was extremely supportive throughout these past few months. I recently started to have my concerns though. Alex moves way to much for me. I mean he is always in and out and he has a safe in my room.

I am curious to see what's in it and why is it needed. I think to myself glancing over at it. I started arguing with myself, "I shouldn't do that, It's like invading his privacy."
Then I come to the conclusion, "Dammmit it's in my house this motherfucker don't have privacy in this motherfucking house," I said to myself out loud.

I got up from the bed and started to think of a code. "Hmm dudes are so simple, let me try his birthday." I said to myself.
That's all it took, one try and I was in. As I opened up the safe, I was shocked to see what my eyes were seeing. Guns, stacks of money, jewelry and some document.

I briefly skimmed through the documents. There were files of money transfer he was sending to someone and different shipment transaction he controlled.
"This nigga has got to be kidding me. Why would he bring these things in my house!" I said angry at the thought of having such incriminating stuff in my house. I put everything back the way I found it ready to confront Alex.

About an hour later Alex came home attempting to shower me with gifts. I wasn't having it. I wanted to know why did he had the audacity to bring guns and shit into my house. He leaned in for a kiss and I rejected it.

"Wassup with you?" Alex asked puzzled.

"Nigga why do you have guns in my motherfucking house?" I shouted.

Alex turned red within seconds and snapped back, "Ask the one whipping guns out in the club. Get out my face with that shit. Hold up, how the fuck you know what I have in there?"

"First of all, my firearm is for protection. Your animal for a baby mother or ex bitch was coming out of character and I felt like she needed to be put down. Second, don't fucking question me in my house. You didn't even have enough respect to ask if you can have that here and the shit your in! Who said I wanted parts with a drug lord! Your disrespectful!" I yelled before he slapped me so hard I hit the ground.

"Bitch what the fuck you talking about? Why are you so fucking noisy?" He said as he stood over me. I dazed out, he caught me off guard. As I laid there trying to get my damn thoughts back together I said to him "Get ya shit and get out Alex."

He tried to apologize but at that point hearing it. Then is when i realised not everything that glitters gold. Never would I have thought he would put a finger on me, disrespect me and do things behind my back. Now I'm thinking to myself what and who am I dealing with? I learned who Alex truly was. A drug lord.