Page 46 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

On the night of Holmes’ auction, Sigmon won the first bid. Knowing that he was on the verge of trafficking a young child was all the grounds I needed to kill him. After taking a few minutes to admire my handiwork, I began breaking my things down before creeping down the side of the building with the same ease as it took to climb it.

Trekking back to my unmarked Chevy, I whistled my favorite Yolanda Adams tune as I threw my rifle into the backseat before sliding into the front seat.

“Another day, another body,” I muttered to myself.

Pulling from the empty street, I glanced out my rearview mirror and watched the lifeless body disappear as I drove further away. Sigmon is just one of many who were about to meet their demise at the hands of me. It was time for me to boost the murder rate.

“Mommy,I love skrimps so much! You’re the best mommy ever!”

Giggling at my daughter’s pronunciation, I watched her as she ran all over the living room as I prepared our seafood boil. We were going to go out for a day of fun, but I talked her into staying home since she was going on a trip with her father soon. I didn’t want her to go, but I couldn’t be selfish when it comes to spending time with him. With that being said, I decided that it was only right that Rebecca and I had a conversation before they left.

The night of the auction, I thought I was going to pass out with all of the Boudreaux men being in one room. Their aura was suffocating, and I knew soon enough they were going to see me for who I was. Jules was scary, but the way Rosier kept his eyes on me sent chills through my entire body. It was as if he could see through me. As the night went on, getting acquainted with their wives made me comfortable. The ladies spoke so highly of their men that I was becoming conflicted. If they were such bad men, how could they do so much good in their communities?

I knew of the charities, sponsorships, and donations on paper, but hearing about all they’ve done in person through conversation just hit differently. I sat back and watched how the men interacted with their wives and each other. It was nothing but love and respect in their circle, and I was a little envious. The Mills being there added another layer. Uno wasn’t in attendance, but Wild and Skip interacted with them as if they’d been friends forever. The Boudreaux’s even had the respect of many men in attendance. I was starting to think I was wrong about the family. Maybe they are just a group of good guys who somehow ended up linked to a lot of bad events that occurred.

Ding Dong!

Drying off my hands, I took one last sip of wine before going to open the door for Rebecca. I was going to need something to calm my nerves for sure. Taking a deep breath, I displayed a smile on my face.

“Rebecca, hi,” I greeted her and I let her inside. “Thank you for coming over.”

Dressed to the nines, I wouldn’t lie and say Rebecca wasn’t a nice-looking woman. She was a thick beauty, and she carried it well. She and Bryce look good together, and I couldn’t rationalize why he would cheat on her. With a smile equally forced, she accepted my welcome as I allowed her into my home. Gripping the strap on her purse, I watched as she looked around my house with a judgmental expression.

When her eyes landed on my daughter, she inhaled deeply before speaking to her. “Hey, Briley. It’s good to see you, sweetie.”

Glancing up from her toys on the floor, Briley was shocked to see her stepmother in our home. She grabbed her favorite bunny and walked over to me. “Mommy, am I leaving with Mrs. Becca today? I don’t want to go with her.”

“Why not, sweetie?” Rebecca pretended she was hurt as she walked over and crouched in front of her. “I was thinking we could have fun and go play with the boys later.”

“They pull my hair, and you laugh at me…” I frowned as my daughter hugged my leg. “You never stop them, and you yell at me when daddy isn’t around.” Looking at me with sad eyes, it took everything in me not to beat this lady’s ass in front of my daughter. “She’s mean, Mama! I don’t like her.”

“Go to your room, baby, and let me talk to her for a minute.”

Looking at the both of us, my daughter dropped her head and walked down the hall as I asked. Taking several deep breaths, I dragged my eyes back to Rebecca, who didn’t seem moved by what my daughter was saying.

“Care to explain?” I crossed my arms and mugged her. “Why in the fuck are you allowing your boys to bully my child and not do shit about it?” I was going to be cordial to this lady, but that went out the window when my daughter told me what had been going on. She’d be lucky if she even made it out of my house alive.

“Oh, please. You know how these kids are.” She waved me off as she took a seat on the couch. “They do the things that normal siblings do—they’re children.”

“I don’t care what your kids do; I’m not playing that when it comes to mine.” I dropped my arms and stepped toward the couch she was sitting on. “I called you over here because I wanted to be mature and have a conversation with you. If Bryce is to have her in his home?—”

“Our home.” She stood from her seat as she corrected me. “That’sourhouse that he shares withourfamily… a family you tried to break apart with your whorish ways.” She frowned as she looked me up and down. “Look at you… you got your titties and ass out around your child!” She gestured at the tank top and biker shorts I had on. “Is that what you do? You use your body to seduce men, not caring if they have wives? Is that how you got my husband? He told me you seduced him.”

Flabbergasted by how idiotic she sounded, I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter. There is no way she is being serious right now. “He told you I seduced him?” I pointed to my chest as she continued to scowl at me. “That man approached me. He’s the one who initiated our fling. Granted, I didn’t know he was married until I found out I was pregnant, and trust me… had I known, I wouldn’t have let your husband touch me.”

I stepped to her so she wouldn’t misunderstand my words. “Please know that I don’t want Bryce. He’s still trying to get a whiff of this pussy because it was just that good. You come into my house and try to belittle me when your man would pull up over here on two wheels if I wanted him to. This conversation is over. Let your husband know I will call him later to speak about arrangements for my daughter. She will never be around you.”

“Fuck that little?—”

Wham!

Before she could even get the words out of her mouth, I’d punched her in hers. It’s one thing to disrespect me, but even attempting to speak on my daughter will get you checked every time.

“Finish that shit you were about to say!” I jacked her up by her collar and hit her again. “I can’t hear you…”

Instead of answering me, she spit in my face. Disgusted, I dropped her onto the floor of my living room. Wiping my face, I looked from the spit to her before I hopped on top of her and beat her ass.

“You stupid-ass bitch!” I yelled as I hit her all over her face and chest. “I’m going to kill you!”

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