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

because I proved
my loyalty. It was the exact loyalty I needed Precious to
believe I had in order to take her down.

    "I understand," Supreme said, shaking the ice cubes in
his glass. He seemed to be drifting off into some sort of
trance. But I didn't believe it was so much the possibility that
Precious might've killed Nina that had him stuck. Finding
out that Nico was the last call Precious received, I felt, was
the real reason he was in a daze.
    "Supreme, it's so beautiful outside I thought it would be
nice to take Aaliyah to the park, if you don't mind." He
remained completely silent. "Supreme," I called out again
snapping him out of his trance.
    "I apologize. What did you say?"
    "I wanted to take Aaliyah to the park, is that okay?"
    "Sure, let me call one of my security guys so they can
escort you."
    "What about Devon? He's already here."
    "That works. Here, take this," Supreme said pulling out
a wad of cash.
    "Supreme, no, I don't want your money."
    "Take it. I want you and Aaliyah to enjoy yourselves."
Supreme gently rubbed Aaliyah's cheek and kissed her
forehead. "Devon, just the person I wanted to see."
    "What can I do for you, Mr. Mills?"
    "Maya is taking Aaliyah out, so please escort her
wherever she wants to go."
    "Will do, sir."
    "Bye baby. Daddy will see you later on. And Maya, thanks."
    "I told you before; you don't have to thank me."
    As I walked behind Devon while holding Aaliyah, I couldn't help but crack a smile. Supreme was vulnerable
and emotionally close to the edge. All I needed to do was
give him a little push so then I would be the only person he
could turn to. When I got to the door, I turned around and
waved goodbye to Supreme. It was crazy that a man whose
presence was so strong and powerful was about to be putty
in my hands.

    After Devon opened the car door for me I buckled
Aaliyah in her car seat and instantly got to yapping off at
the mouth. "That fucking Detective Moore is making my
stomach nauseated. That white prick needs to be shut the
fuck down."
    "Do you really have to use that language in front of the
baby?" Devon questioned as he drove off.
    "Shut the hell up! It's not like Aaliyah can understand
what the fuck I'm saying. You just fucking drive."
    Devon shook his head as if I was doing some sort of
developmental damage to the baby.
    "Anyway, like I was saying, Detective Moore, is a
fucking problem."
    "Why do you say that?"
    "He's digging awfully deep into the murders of that Nina
chick and her brother. But what I'm trying to understand is
how Donnell ended up using the same gun in that drive by
with me and Precious. Because that link right there is what
is fucking all this shit up."
    "Who gave Donnell the gun?"
    "It wasn't me and I know it wasn't you, so that could
only leave Mike. What is that nigga up to?" I mumbled
under my breath.
    "But even if Mike did give Donnell the gun, why you so pressed about that Nina girl and her brother?"

    "Because I have both of their blood on my hands. Ain't
that many coincidences in the world, that the same gun
used to kill Terrell's ass was used in that drive by. Soon
Detective Moore is going to put that shit together and
realize that I'm the one who is my brother's keeper."
    "Yeah, that detective is going to be a problem."
    "Exactly! That's why I need you to handle that."
    Devon, hit the brake and turned around to stare at me.
    "Nigga, you can't stop the car in the middle of the street.
You gonna cause a fucking accident."
    "I know you not insinuating what I think you are!"
Devon wanted to clear things up as he pressed back
down on the gas.
    "Yes the fuck I am."
    "He's a fucking police officer! Have you lost your mind?"
    "I don't give a fuck who he is. That motherfucka is
about to mess shit up. Keep in mind, if he puts the pieces
together, not only am I going down, but so are you."
Devon frowned up his face, but that was real talk. That
nigga couldn't think I would be doing a bid solo if shit
hit the