SANTIAGO 2

9 | The Other Woman

"Lucy, let's just pull up on those mothafuckers." Pashian yelled as she paced back and forth in the living room.

"Pashian I can't just pull up... He's all the way in Miami.. I'm not driving 9 hours to spy on him." Lucy said.

"Then let's just take the jet. From what you're telling me, it's obviously him and his black ass friend is hiding something. We need to figure it out."

Lucy didn't response, she trusted Corey, but that little voice in the back of her head was speaking louder than usual. She grabbed her cell phone from her back pocket before dialing.

"Hi, I need a jet." Lucy said giving in to Pashian.

"Happy?" She added.

Lucy went up stairs to get ready, I can't believe I'm flying to Miami just to see what Corey is doing. She thought as she packed an overnight bag.
Once she was done, Lucy went back down stairs, "You ready?" She asked Pashian as she handed Lawerence her bag.
Pashian nodded her head as she went to the car. Lucy took one more deep breath before closing the door and locking it behind her.

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"I wonder why he isn't staying here?" Lucy thought out loud as she pulled up the their Miami home.

"Maybe he didn't want to fuck another bitch, in yall bed?" Pashian shrugged her shoulders. Lucy gave her a look before rolling her eyes and unlocking the door.

She couldn't help but smile. The home held so many memories, this is the home they bared their children in, selling it would be completely out the question, so they decided to keep it when they moved to Atlanta.
Lucy sat her bags down in the living room before walking through the house.
"Ma'am , I would hate to come in between you and memory lane, but we're here to catch a fuck boy." Pashian said as she waited impatiently.

"How are we suppose to find him anyways, Pashian?" Lucy asked realizing that she didn't think it through.

"Just give me your phone." Pashian held her hand out, as Lucy reluctantly passed her, her cell phone.
Pashian fiddled with the phone for about 30 minutes before giving Lucy back her phone, with a gps on the screen.

"Pashian, What is this?" Lucy chuckled.

"Corey's location. You would think that he couldn't keep his location on, but fuck it. Let's go." Pashian said grabbing Lucy's hand going back to the car.

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"This don't look like the house of a connect. More like a crack house." Pashian said as they watched Corey pull up to the south Miami home, they'd been following him for almost a whole hour before he stopped at a beat down house.

"Pashian, Shut up. Maybe.. Maybe he just checking on his Sells.." Lucy said trying to defend her husband.

"He had to come all the way back to Miami, to check on sells, Lucy? He has dopeboys for that.. So when are we gonna bust open in that bitch and whoop they ass." Pashian asked, taking her eyes off the house, to look at Lucy.

Before Lucy could reply, she heard the screen door open. She saw Corey come out before being followed by a woman holding a small child.
"Give me the que, Lucy." Pashian said through gritted teeth. She was ready to pop off, when ever Lucy was ready.

Lucy didn't reply, she continued to observe Corey and the woman he was with. They were talking for a few minutes before Corey walked off the porch to his car. Lucy exhaled, thank you Jesus. She thought, but she spoke to soon when she saw, her running after him. The next thing she saw, shattered her heart in a million pieces.