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  I hung the phone up and raced over to the grab the pistol from the floor. I spun around in circles and spotted a diaper bag sitting on top of Latoya’s dresser. I’m guessing she had the baby’s bag already packed and ready to go for whenever it was time for her to go to the hospital to deliver. I rushed over to the diaper bag, tucked the gun in the bottom of it, and pulled it onto my shoulder.

  I knew there was no way I could run up out of here, so I was gonna spin this shit the best way I could…

  Wham!

  “Wake the fuck up! You don’t sleep! You don’t get to sleep on my watch!”

  Looking into Agent Stone’s evil eyes, I went from one hell to the next and it was all behind Tamar. These muthafuckas didn’t care anything about the shit that went down at Latoya’s house.

  The minute they cuffed me and placed me into this room, the two homicide detectives that began questioning me were quickly replaced by two fuck ass federal agents. The only thing that was on their minds was Tamar’s drug operation and the info I had that could bring him down. They were willing to place all blame on Tamar for the murders of Latoya and her mother if I gave them what they wanted, but I wasn’t saying shit. They tried the same shit with Taron. He didn’t budge, I wasn’t budging, and they could go fuck themselves. Regardless if my husband was screwing around on me, I wasn’t that type of bitch.

  Fuck it, I just had to ride this shit out.

  2: Tamar

  “What the fuck is you doing? I thought I told you to stay in the car,” I hissed and side-eyed Keysha as she stood next to me.

  “You took the damn keys and it’s hot out there,” she said as she flipped her hair over her shoulder. She looked around the room and tried to grab at me when I pulled away and shoved the keys in her hand. I didn’t have time for this shit and only allowed her to make this trip with me because she said she had business to take care of down this way.

  The last thing I wanted was for Rozalyn to see me with her. I didn’t need her thinking the wrong thing about me being I was the one that sent her into this situation.

  I still couldn’t believe that Latoya and her mama was dead and that my wife was the one behind the trigger. What the fuck caused this shit? Ain’t no way in hell I ever wanted this for my shawty. She wasn’t no murderer and I could only imagine the things she was going through right now.

  “Nigga, you gonna act funny with me?” Keysha had the nerve to ask.

  “Bit—”

  “Mr. Andrews?”

  I grimaced when a funny looking black man dressed down in a black and white suit stood in front of me. I smelt federal and I knew right then and there that they were fucking with my wife. Every time anyone connected with me got in some type of jam, these muthafuckas never failed to show up. I had been on their radar for years now and knew that they were building a case on me that kept going absolutely nowhere. The shit had them frustrated and willing to try anything to bring me down, but it wasn’t going to work. Especially not with this new venture I was working on.

  “Yea, I need to see my wife,” I told him, stepping back as he offered me his hand to shake. I crossed my arms over my chest and mugged the hell out of this nigga. He gets no love from me.

  “I’m Agent Stone with the bureau, I’m the lead agent on this case. We have Rozalyn in a room right now and she’s not allowed any visitors. At this time, the only thing you can do is wait for her to be booked and for her charges to be placed into the system.”

  “Which is what? What is she being charged with?”

  “Right now with two counts of capital murder and negligent and harmful acts against a child,” Stone said with a smirk on his face like that shit bothered me. The only thing that bothered me was the fact that she was being charged with a murder, but instead of homicide investigating the case, the fucking feds were.

  I knew that they were gonna do everything in their power to try and break Rozalyn and get her to fold on me. Promise her some type of immunity to turn on me and promise her she’ll be home by the morning. In the United States, drugs ruled everything. Muthafuckas got more time for selling dope than they did for murder. They were gonna make Rozalyn talking against me a priority.

  Damn, this is the same shit they did to Taron’s ass. Muthafuckas are like some leaches.

  Sadly, I knew without a doubt that Rozalyn loved a nigga, but shit I didn’t know how much she could take before she started singing on me. Shit, look at how I’d been treating her. What was stopping her from telling all that she knew that could have me locked up and thrown away for the rest of my life? I had a bad, bad feeling about this.

  “So, why the fuck are you involved if this is a homicide investigation. Nigga, I’m not some dumb ass nigga from the block. I’m not new to this shit and I know what the fuck you’re doing. Rozalyn don’t know shit about me. You’re wasting your fuckin’ time. Book her, so I can make the fuckin’ bail and get her out of here.”

  “You sure she doesn’t know anything,” Stone said as he pulled a notepad from his jacket pocket. He flipped through a few of the pages before looking up at me. “Who is Black? And Rico? Oh yea and she was saying something about Jamison Bennett, people call him J.B. and something about a Rysheed Hanson, a.k.a Mr. Ray-Ray back when you two first met,” Stone laughed. “Yea, we’ve been busy.”

  Damn! He had me there, but I wasn’t going to show it. Even though all this shit could’ve easily been a bluff, I had to wonder if Rozalyn’s ass was back there snitching on me. She wasn’t built for the street life, which is why I tried to keep her as far away from it as I possibly could. If I had any idea that her coming to Miami would lead to this, I would’ve never asked her for this favor. This was the worst time of them all. Everything that I had planned could come crumbling down before I even got it off the ground.

  “All that means nothing to me. Do me a favor, Agent Stone; shoot me the info to your supervisor. I know shawty asked for a lawyer; she’s smart enough to do that.”

  Stone laughed again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a card, he handed it over to me, but refused to let it go. I snatched it out of his hands and he took his glare away from me and placed his eyes on Keysha.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” Stone said.

  “Let’s go,” I jerked on Keysha’s arm and pulled her out of the police station. As soon as we were outside, she pulled away from me and quickly raced down the stairs. I shook my head in disgust and couldn’t wait to drop her off somewhere. I should’ve never let her come with me. “Where you want me to drop you off at?”

  “Why you trying to get rid of me? Look, you gonna stop disrespecting me because your fuckin’ baby mama got herself into some damn trouble. This shit isn’t my fault. You acting like I did something to cause it.”

  “You guilty of something?” I asked, snatching the keys from her hand and disarming the alarm on the rented Benz.

  “I ain’t guilty of shit, but I can’t tell by the way you’re treating me. Everything was all good 24 hours ago and now all of sudden it’s all about that bitch again--”

  WHAM!

  I knocked Keysha clean across her muthafuckin’ face, watching as she looked at me with contempt in her eyes. She wanted to jump at me and I dared her to. I was ready to fuck her up for coming at me on that disrespectful shit. Rozalyn ain’t never did nothing to her. She didn’t have a right to be mad about anything. It was obvious that I had chosen her over my fuckin’ wife and she still had the nerve to be in her damn feelings.

  “I’m a tell you this shit once and only once—don’t ever come out your mouth on no disrespectful shit concerning my muthafuckin’ wife. She ain’t did a muthafuckin’ thing to your dumb ass! If anything, she the one that need to be mad being you’re the one fuckin’ her husband!”

  “Whatever, just open the door and take me to a hotel. I’ll find my own way home!”

  “For sure little ma’.”

  3: Keysha

  I stormed into the hotel room, kicking my Louboutins off my f
eet and rushing over to the mini-bar that was located in the huge kitchen of the king suite. I pulled the fridge open and pulled out the darkest liquor I could find, untwisting the cap and swallowing that shit in one setting.

  I gagged as the liquor burned the back of my throat and then my chest. I tossed the bottle in the sink and walked over to grab my cell phone. Couldn’t believe Tamar put his fuckin’ hands on me. This nigga had me all the way fucked up. He really didn’t know me at all. I had a whole crew of muthafuckin’ shootas on my team that was ready to go the minute I said the word. I could have Tamar hanging by his balls with the snap of my damn fingers.

  My phone trembled in my hand as I went to dial up Nino to let him know what just happened. I was so damn angry that I couldn’t even focus. My legs were shaking underneath me, and my heart was racing beneath my chest. I couldn’t seem to call Nino fast enough. I usually carried his big ass everywhere I went, but I never thought I would need any type of protection from Tamar.

  He was usually so gentle with me, so loving, but of course whenever Rozalyn’s name was mentioned, he always went to the left showing a side of him that I didn’t like to see. He’d taken it too far this time.

  “What’s up, Keysha? Everything good,” Nino breathed into the phone. I could tell his fat ass must’ve been running or something and that shit made me crack up. The nigga was a good four hundred pounds, but he’d been my friend since were in junior high school. He used to always have my back whenever somebody wanted to fuck with me, and I loved him for that.

  I knew back then he used to have a crush on me, but now we were like sister and brother, and he didn’t play when it came to me. He would lay somebody down quick if they ever came at me sideways and I knew this information I was about to give him was for surely about to set him off. But fuck it. I wasn’t that bitch. A nigga would never lay his hands on me and live to tell about it.

  “Everything is not good. Just don’t fuck nobody up around you when I tell you this shit,” I said, placing the phone on speaker and lying it on the counter. I reached into my purse and grabbed the Kush I’d hidden at the bottom and a cigar. I began to roll up when there was a knock at the door.

  “Hold on a second bro,” I laid the weed down and rushed over to the door. I pulled it open and frowned when I saw Tamar standing on the other side. Rolling my eyes, I walked away without saying shit and went back over to my phone where I had Nino on hold. “Hey bro, let me hit you right back.”

  “Wait, what’s going on? Do I need to fly out there?”

  “No, you don’t need to fly out here nigga. Let me call you right back,” I giggled a little to calm him down. When I did come for Tamar for this shit, I didn’t want him to know I was coming. I would have to save this call with Nino for later. I hung up the phone and went back to rolling my blunt.

  Out of nowhere, Tamar laughed causing me to raise my head and look at him strangely. He pulled his shirt over his head exposing his perfectly sculpted chest. He’d gained a lot of weight since we’d first met, but it was in all the right places. He spent so much time in the gym working on his physique and every time I saw him without clothes it always made me weak.

  Can’t believe I fell for this thug ass nigga; I thought as I finished rolling my blunt.

  “I’ll have a bullet in Nino’s head before the muthafuckin’ sun comes up. Fuck with me!”

  I dropped everything and raced in Tamar’s direction. He stood his ground as I charged at him. I took my hand and muffed him across his face with spittle seeping from the sides of my mouth.

  “You better not touch him! Don’t you fuck with me, Tamar, or I swear to God I will—”

  “You will what? Let’s get something straight. I’m not one of these fuck niggas you used to meeting in whatever bitch ass hood you come from. I’m as thorough as they come and I know I ain’t gotta tell you to check my resume cause you know what kinda nigga you fuckin’ with. I’m a be real one-hun-dun with you, I only started fuckin’ with you cause my kinfolk told me you had the connect I needed to keep my shit going.

  My intentions were never to lay up with you, as a matter of fact; I like my women barefoot and pregnant. At home taking care of my shorties and not in the streets on some Queen Bee type shit. You not my type at all; not at all. But after chilling with you, I grew to like you, got caught up with you in a way that I never planned to, but one thing for certain and two things for sure, Keysha; you got a nigga all the way fucked up.”

  “Tae—I,” I started, but Tamar held his hand up and cut me off.

  “Don’t ever in your fuckin’ life disrespect Rozalyn like that again. She been through hell and back behind my shit and I’m gonna always look out for my wife no matter what the fuck I do. What me and her got going on ain’t none of your muthafuckin’ business. You had an opportunity to leave when you found out I was married, but yet you chose to stay.”

  “Because you keep telling me that it’s over between you and her! You acting like you want me in one minute, but in the next you all over her like you’re still in love with her.”

  “I am still in love with her! Love like that don’t fuckin’ die overnight. I’ve been with her since she was fifteen years old! I got three kids with her, and she taking care of a child that’s not even hers right now. You think I’m a just wake up and not love her no more because I’m fucking you?”

  “So, what does all this mean? What you think you gonna keep fucking me and then go home to her when you feel like it?”

  Tamar chuckled and ran his hands across his face. He walked over and grabbed the blunt that I had started up and finished rolling it. He was quiet for a long while as he licked the blunt closed and pulled a lighter out of his pocket. I never saw myself as being nobody’s side bitch. I was too muthafuckin’ pretty, too fuckin’ paid, and too damn smart for this shit. But I had feelings for this nigga like a muthafucka’. Shit, how the hell did I let this happen?

  The thoughts I had about having his ass taken out had quickly dissipated the moment he removed his shirt and showed that sexy ass body of his. I knew then, I would never do anything to harm him. I just didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to break up nobody’s home, and come between his wife and his kids, but I damn sure didn’t want to let him go. Fuck!

  The wheels in my head started turning. I didn’t know where this conversation was leading, but I felt like Tamar coming up in here being honest with me meant that he had one foot out the door already.

  This was so wrong what we were doing. Tamar was right; I had no right to disrespect Rozalyn like that. She didn’t do anything to me and it was out of line for me to catch an attitude cause he ran to her rescue. Shit, if it had been me, I would’ve expected him to do the same damn thing. I was tripping and needed to get my shit together.

  “I was on my way to my mama crib when I got a text from Black. That nigga I was fuckin’ with that was supplying me with all my shit before he cut me off was killed this morning. And now that he’s gone and my old connect is out the way—the south ain’t got shit popping off. Looks like you about to be running the show, ma’,” Tamar laughed and backed away from the counter as he sucked in a good amount of the hay.

  My pussy instantly got wet with the thought of me taking control of the entire south side of the United States. It was what my father had planned for himself before he got caught up with the feds, but it sounded like this was my chance to run it all and do what he didn’t have the chance to do.

  “Wow, that simple, huh? But why is that funny to you? You don’t think I can do it, huh?”

  “I don’t know. I mean I’m sure you could’ve, but Black also told me that he was contacted by a few other people trying to get at me. Apparently, them niggas that you got working in them coca fields trying to work with a nigga.”

  “What? What the fuck you mean trying to work with a nigga? What the fuck does that mean?”

  “Ain’t no room for women in this game ma’. No matter where you thought them niggas loyalty lied, at the en
d of the day, they gonna fuck with a nigga that’s gonna bring them that paper,” Tamar said. He handed me the blunt and walked away, leaving me standing in the middle of the hotel room looking and feeling like a damn fool. How the fuck did we go from talking about where I stood in his life against his wife to me running the South to not running the South. What the fuck is he up to?

  3: Tamar

  I stood over the sink in the hotel bathroom staring at my reflection in the mirror. I thought back over this long, hard journey I’d had in the game; so many ups and downs and so many niggas trying to take me down every time I turned my fucking head. After this last incident with me being stabbed and shot to the point I was on my death bead, and then Rico fucking me over, I had thought about giving up and just being on some chill shit, but I was glad that I didn’t. This new shit I was working on was just getting off the ground and was coming into play just right and at the right damn time. I was about to be bigger than big that it was almost unbelievable. I thought back to a conversation I had with Black a few days before I sent Rozalyn to Miami that set all this shit into motion…

  “Look this what I got in mind. I’ve been thinking about that shit Rozalyn told me and even though I didn’t wanna believe her, I really think that nigga Rico tried to fuck her on some snake shit. I’m starting to think her not wanting to fuck him is the reason why he cut me off.”

  “Why would she lie about it? I know y’all had issues before, but I can’t see her lying about some shit like this. Shawty head was really fucked up when you were in the hospital man and I promise you I ain’t never seen her checkin’ for no other dude. I can’t see her trying to fuck Rico’s old ass either,” Black chuckled.

  “Right. I should’ve listened to her. I should’ve handled that nigga for coming at her like that, but instead I got in my feelings a lil’ bit and I’m a be man and admit that and when my shawty come back, I’m a definitely apologize to her about it. I know she was only trying to help a nigga and I played her ass. My bruh death really got a nigga thinking deep as muthafucka’ about some shit right now.”