Page 15 of Trig

She folds her arms, taps her foot, and gives me that ‘you better start talking’ look.

“Fine. You think you’re a big girl. That you can handle it. Yeah, I fucked a very pretty girl hard and fast right after she gave me head, and then I came in her. Is that what you want to hear?”

I watch as her posture changes. She looks sick. She grabs her chest and turns away. I take a deep breath, run my hands through my hair, and then continue, but more composed this time.

“I just finished a job. I wanted to come home but he made me go to his place. They took my guns when I arrived and sent me inside to see him. A big party was going on. He was in a room with two girls. He drew a gun on me and forced this girl to do these sexual things for his entertainment. She didn’t want to do them; said he’d kill her if she didn’t. I felt bad for her but more than anything, I felt guilty because I love you. I thought several times that maybe I could take him, but the whole place was surrounded by guys inside and out. I’d never make it out alive. I thought if I killed him and died doing it, that would be fine, but the things he said about you and Mya were disgusting. The things he’d do to you guys if I tried to kill him scared the shit out of me. So, I stood there pissed off, just raging inside as this girl did her thing, and he wasn’t satisfied enough.”

Nine’s back is facing me but even then, I can see her wiping her face.

“He asked me to bend her over and fuck her as he watched, gun pointed at us. When it was done, he shot her in the head and told me I could leave. There was nothing pleasurable about this. I could barely get an erection in there. I had to pretend she was you to get hard.” I pause. “I had to pretend that it was you on that table and when he killed her, it felt like he killed you.”

She turns around with tears in her eyes. The pain sitting there on the surface.

“Last week, Tyler, the young accountant down the street, hit on me. In short, he wanted me to spend a little time with him and he would compensate me well for it. He said he loves showering women with presents, claims to be a good lay, and would really be honored to cook for me. I felt weird at first when he offered, part of me felt guilty for even continuing to stand there and listen to it, but something else sparked inside me. Something familiar,” she says.

I start to wring my hands. I’m going to end this motherfucker when I see him. “Where are you going with this story?” I say, not sure what to believe.

“You wanted to know who was here last night. Well, now you know. I think we are what we are. We can’t change that. We’ve tried, but it is what it is. Being together is a disservice to each other and now we know. You can’t change who you are and neither can I. I guess I’m just a whore at heart.”

The words coming out of her mouth are sharp. Her eyes are dead, and her heart is clearly wounded.

“Nine, you’re hurt. You’re confused. That’s all.” I attempt to calm her down.

“No. I still get a little excited about the hustle. The image of controlling men. The look of desire on one’s face when they look at me. And you, don’t tell me you don’t like the chase before the kill. You’re like a damn predator when you’re in the zone. You’re always going to have a history that follows you. You’re the big bad Trig. The one that can’t get away from it. The problem is that Mya and I make you weak. The old Trig would have sliced his throat and saved the girl. He wouldn’t have submitted and fucked his way to freedom that night. And me…the new me shouldn’t have enjoyed the way Tyler looked at me when he offered his dick up for grabs.”

I slam my fist down on the table, which rattles the plates. She jumps. I slowly get up and walk to the bedroom. Her words repeat in my mind about how she and Mya make me weak, and how Tyler made her feel some spark inside of her. I sit down on the bed and think about how my life is unraveling more than ever. I hear the front door slam, so I jump up and rush out. I scan the room to see her purse and keys gone.

“Nine? Mya?” I shout.

I make my way over to the window as I hear the sound of an engine start-up. She quickly spins out of the driveway. I run over and fling open the front door to try to chase her down. By the time I get outside, she’s gone. I pull out my cell phone and call her. The call goes straight to voicemail.

“Fuck!”

I run back inside the house to grab a few loaded guns, because if she’s on her way to Tyler’s house, I’m unloading every bullet into his chest before I bring her home. That is my future wife, and that stupid motherfucker is gonna learn today. I don’t give a shit what nonsense she just said. We belong together and she will come home even if it’s against her will. She’s in pain. I hurt her. I take full responsibility for that. I said a lot to her between last night and this morning for the sake of my conscience and the sake of this relationship, and I am regretting every second of it now, because fixing this mess while avoiding Carmen’s wrath is going to be hell.

“Shit! Carmen.”

Before I leave, I look under the kitchen sink and notice Nine grabbed the 9mm. At least she’s strapped, but she has no idea what she’s up against with his team. She’s out there driving around erratically with Carmen’s men probably on her trail. Before I know it, I’m outside and running down the street toward Tyler’s home. Her words echo through my head as I breathe hard. “And me…the new me shouldn’t have enjoyed the way Tyler looked at me when he offered his dick up for grabs.” I swear I’ll slice that thing right off and hand-feed it to him. I stop on a dime when I get to his place. Every muscle in my body is tight. My chest is flexed and I’m sure my blood pressure is high enough to require meds at this moment.

I look around at the front of the house and all I can see is his ugly-ass bushes and his ugly-ass grass. I’m so pissed, everything about this house makes me furious. I kick his flamingo over on the way up to the door. Fuck that yard decoration. Even the front welcome mat burns my insides up. I wonder how many times he welcomed Nine over. How many times did she step on this mat, if any? My mind just starts fucking with me like…yeah, he wants to fuck her on this ugly-ass mat located on this ugly-ass porch.

I attempt to open his front door but it’s locked so I take my gun out and shoot at the handle and then I kick that bitch wide open. I see him spring up from the couch. Just his dumb face makes me want to bash his head against the counter. I march forward as he backs up. I quickly grab him by the shirt and head-butt him. Blood pours out of his nose and down his face. I throw his ass across the room and watch as he flies into the wall. He moans in pain as I continue standing there.

“What the fuck, bro?” he says as he wipes his nose.

Oh, so this motherfucker is going to act like he doesn’t know why I’m here. I walk over, pick his little ass up and begin to choke the life out of him.

“Are you trying to fuck Nine?”

“Who?” he grunts out between choking as I ease my grip on his neck.

I slipped up and gave her street name. At this point I no longer care.

“Angelina, motherfucker! You’ve been offering her dick and money. Were you at my house last night? Yes, or no?”

I tighten my grasp on his neck again. The color of his face changes from red to blue. He attempts to shake his head no. I decide to loosen my grip. He takes in a huge breath and then starts choking. I’m now irritated with how long it takes for him to start speaking again so I punch him in the stomach. Part of me wants to end his life before he even answers.

“I would never...” he coughs “do that.”

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