Pick A Side

Chapter 41

Melanie POV

"Yeah you know I'm forever riding wit'chu sus!"I yelled into the phone.

"He confessed when we got home but you know I had to defend my man in public right or wrong."Charmaign told us.

"I know that's right, you be on his side in public tell em 'bout hisself in private."Mille chimed in. "I know!"

"Is my favorite couple staying together?"I asked.

"Eh, we're going to be separated for the next few months until her baby comes. If it's his, we're getting a divorce but if it's not we gonna get back together."

"Well that's good, you must love him a lot."

"I do and I don't want to put Damien in the middle of it so we'll try to work something out."

"That's responsible as fuck."I smirked, eyeing Mille.

"I have to go cook for Damien, I'll talk to y'all later."Charmaign spoke.

We said our byes and hung up the phone. "Come help me change this."I say as I pulled the bandage off of my cheek uncovering the stitches.

I was getting these stitches out in a few days. They were annoying to look at in the mirror but they'd be gone soon so I didn't think of it much. The scar on my forehead was permanent and couldn't be fixed so I had to make the best of it. The doctors didn't bother to waste stitches on it because that wouldn't fix anything. Whatever...

She cleaned it up and put a new bandaid on it.

"You're still beautiful to me, or prettier if that's possible."She smiled.

"Yeah yeah, no I ain't."I mumbled. "Well you are to me."She replied.

"Whatever."

"I love you Melanie."

"I love you too Ka'Mille."

"I'd make love to you if you weren't in that wheelchair."

"Even if I wasn't, we'd still have to wait out these six weeks."I reminded her.

"I know I know."She rolled her eyes. I was about to say something else until the baby monitor started to have noise coming from it. It was loud noise, Mille and I looked at each other before we both raced down the hall. Well, me being slower because of my legs. "Who the fuck tried to break in my shit."I mumbled to myself as I wheeled over to the window.

The cold air blew through the open space in the wall that is now not a window anymore.

I turned around to see Mille holding a fussy Nessa, trying to get her to calm down.

"Are you guys alright?"Tamara asked.

"No, she has a red X on her forehead. See,"Mille held Nessa out, showing the red X on her forehead.

"C-can you watch her for a few hours?"I asked, becoming frustrated. I know exactly who did this bullshit, but why? Why put an innocent baby in the middle of adult altercations?

"Mille, we gotta move, now."I rolled myself out of the room.

"Now? We can't just go out to do this in the middle of the night."Mille followed me after handing Vanessa over to Tamara.

"Girl if you don't get ready so we can go."

She said nothing after that, just got dressed in an all black outfit. I did the same in the bathroom. Without noticing, I stood up out of the wheelchair. "What the hell,"I mumbled as I tested myself walking back and forth.

"I can walk again. Mille come in here! I'm walking!"I yelled, opening the bathroom door. I walked straight into our bedroom and walked around for her to see.

"Good joke! Now go get back in that wheelchair before you hurt yourself."She waved me off. I did my little dance, rejoicing over this.

"Girl, stop playin'. You see me walking. 'Bout to be all up in dhet pussy like uh uh."I joked, laughing. She smiled that devious smile before getting off the bed.

"We got stuff to do for now. Do you remember where Desiré said her new house is?"

I nodded. "Hopefully they're all going to be there."

We drove all the way to New Orleans to Desiré's new house. We went over our plan that's been brewing for the past few days before getting out of the car.

We walked the two minutes to her house and walked around it a few times. I found a window that had a light shining through it. The window was open so the both of us could hear and see clearly. We watched Desiré nakedly walk over and lay on the bed. Mackenzie and Angel, both naked as well, soon emerged from the bedroom door. They joined Desiré on the bed, each filling each others dirty desires.

"I see she's still with that three party shit."Mille whispered. I shook my head.

We waited until they fell asleep to attack. Mille tied up Angel and placed her in a bag before helping me do the same with Mackenzie and Desiré.

We dragged them out and threw them into the trunk of the car and drove, ignoring their screams. We drove out to the middle of nowhere before stopping at an old warehouse. We tied them all up in different rooms of the wore out warehouse and pulled the bags off her head. I had Angel, Mille had Mackenzie and we planned on killing Desiré together.

"Wake the fuck up."I spat, smacking her face.

"Please, let me go."Angel begged. "No, let the games begin."I started with a smirk.

"I'm going to ask you two questions before I blow your head off."I told her as I leaned up against the small raggedy rusted brown desk.

"One, how the hell do you know Mackenzie and Desiré?"

"Desiré is my crazy cousin who got out of a mental asylum fifteen years ago. She's not actually in her twenties, that girl is fifty two. I do her makeup! Mackenzie is my cousin on my daddy side though. They dragged me into this once they found out I was working with Ka'Mille. They said I'd be good bait to break the two of you up. Will you let me live now that I've told you?"She spilled.

"Why should I let you live?"

"I won't tell anybody about this. I can keep a secret."

"That's nice to know but I'm still going to pull this here trigger."I pulled my gloves on and gripped the gun. I ignored her pleas for me to let her live and pulled the trigger. It went straight through her head and thankfully I was far enough away to not get any gore or brains on myself.

I fired some more rounds in her body just because before leaving. I went down the hall to the room Mille and Mackenzie were in.

"Did you kill her yet?"I asked, peeking into the room.

"I just finished beating her ass."Mille replied. I chuckled and walked in, seeing the blood drip from Mackenzie's body. "She's already half dead, finish her."Mille handed me the gun. I wasted no time in firing shots in this bitch.

She sat, slumped over in the chair with blood falling from her body. We walked out of that room and killed Desiré without wasting time talking to her. I threw the gun down, snatched off my gloves and we headed to the car.

I was now satisfied. With those three out of my life, I know now that nothing, NOTHING will ruin my family.

Or so I thought...

C. Baby