Queen Bitch: Part 4 (Bitch Series) by Deja King Read Free Book Online

right... to trip on a baby bottle. How unlucky
can someone be? Can you imagine if she had been carrying
Aaliyah?" That thought made Supreme pour himself some
more Remy. "Damn, I need my wife right now!" Supreme
continued taking down his cognac in one gulp.
    "I haven't given up. I believe Precious will be back
soon," I said, pretending to be optimistic.

    "I hope you're right."
    "I am."
    "Maya, I know I've been harsh with you since Precious
went missing and I'm sorry. Honestly, I don't know
what I would've done without your support, especially
for Aaliyah. You've been wonderful with her these last
few days."
    "It's nothing. You know how I feel about Aaliyah. I
love her as if she was my own daughter," I said, cuddling
Aaliyah as she bounced on my lap.
    "It's so hard for me right now because every time I
look at her I see Precious. My little angel is the only thing
keeping me sane right now."
    "Have you gotten any new leads on what happened
to Precious?"
    "Hell no! It's like she vanished into thin air. The surveillance
tapes the cops confiscated showed nothing and the private
investigators I hired can't come up with shit. I don't want to
think it, but I have to wonder if once again Pretty Boy Mike
is behind this."
    "Sony to interrupt, Mr. Mills, but the front gate called up
and said that Detective Moore is here to see you."
    "Thanks, Devon. You can send him in when he gets here."
    "Were you expecting Detective Moore?" I asked as a
feeling of anxiousness hit me.
    "No, but maybe he has some news about Precious."
    What the fuck is that fucking detective snooping around for this time? He
ain't got no news. If anything, he's coming over here trying to dig up some
news. That sonofabitch is about to work my very last nerve.
    "Mr. Mills, Ms. Owens, nice to see you, although I wish
it was under different circumstances. I heard about your nanny, Anna. It seems to be one tragedy after another in
this family," Detective Moore commented as he took it
upon himself to sit down.

    "We're handling it. What brings you by here today?"
Supreme put his glass down and folded his arms.
    "Mr. Mills, I'm assuming still no word on your wife's
whereabouts?"
    "You're assuming correctly, but I hope you didn't come all
the way over here to tell me something that I already know."
    "Well, let's see. Did you know that your wife's cell
phone records show that the last person she spoke to
was Nico Carter?" I watched as the vein in Supreme's
forehead pulsated and every muscle from his jaw down
throbbed. "From what I understand, your wife and Nico
Carter share a long history together."
    "What's your point, detective?"
    "I don't have a point ...yet. Merely trying to connect the
dots. But I have reached out to Mr. Carter. Unfortunately
my office hasn't been able to get in touch with him yet."
    "Are you saying you think he has something to do with
my wife's disappearance?"
    "Maybe, maybe not, but from what we've gathered so far
he is the last person she spoke to on her cell phone. We're
also looking into the possibility that Ms. Owens' brother,
Mike could be behind this," Detective Moore said, turning
his mug directly towards me. "Have you had any contact
with your brother, Ms. Owens?"
    "No I haven't. But with all the heat on him, I doubt he
would take a chance and come back to LA."
    "In my twenty years of detective work, I've learned you
can never underestimate what a deranged, sick criminal is capable of, which includes your brother. He seemed
to have a strong fixation on your wife." Detective Moore
now turned back to Supreme. "Maybe he threw caution
out the window and came back to finish the punishment
on your family that he had started."

    "I thought about that, but he would need resources, money,
and with Clip dead I don't see how it's possible."
    "Maybe he had more than just Clip and that young
woman, Destiny helping him out. I mean somebody had
to be behind the wheel of the car during that drive by,
and I