Page 170 of Rhet

I feel like I should put her in a body bag for lying to me. It’s over now, everything I thought we had, it’s all over. She betrayed me.

I pick up the phone and I dial Julian’s number.

“Boss.”

“Tell me what you got,” my heart trembles.

“Boss, it’s a lot,” Julian sounds hesitant.

“Tell me what you think I need to know now. Then tomorrow, tell me the rest.”

I take the glass of rum swallow all the contents. I need something to keep me grounded as I hear the shit about to come out of Julian’s mouth.

“Her real name is Zeeta Kellyanne Mitchell. Not Woods.”

I already knew that, my breathing feels like it’s about to cut off. She’s been lying from the beginning. I’ve never been able to trust her.

“Her brother was about to be a huge NFL star, but his career was taken away by gang activity.”

Gang activity?

“I shot him. I don’t know how he is not dead.”

“Boss. That means…” Julian stops as if it’s all falling into place for him.

“This shit feels like a fucking cancer I didn’t know I had.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks.

I feel frigid and cold, she tried to fuck me over using my love and her pussy. What am I going to do? I close my eyes, numbing all feeling.

“I’m going to kill the fucking cancer.”

The phone becomes quiet. Julian knows what I’m thinking.

“Boss, maybe you should let her explain. Hear her side.”

“Hear her side? What the fuck do I need to hear? Do I look like a fucking priest waiting for a confession?” There’s a crashing sound around me. I look down at the floor, seeing the shattered glass that was once in my hand. It’s like I’m having a fucking out of body experience.

“Place the whole report on my desk tomorrow. I will see you then.” I hang up.

I want to fucking break her. She lied to my fucking face. Fuck Carson, she fucked me over more than any damn gangster. She destroyed my brother’s dream.

A small knock comes at my door.

“Come in.” I pull my hair from my roots. Wanting this feeling to all go away.

“Hi.” She peeps her head in the door. “I just got back. Well, I took a shower and now I am here.”

I want to scream at her and shoot her all at once. I bite down on my jaw and walk over to the bar to pour myself another drink. Then I make my way back to the front of my desk.

She steps into office, closing the door behind her. She’s wearing black and gray Garfield PJs.

“It’s so dark in here. Why do you only have that lamp on? Is that glass on the floor? Rhet, what happened?” She says as she looks around.

“Come here.” I said as I lean against my table.

She walks to me. I take her in, the cute trot she has, the way her hairs floats over her shoulder. She stops in front of me and smiles. “Hey, you okay?”

---