Cat gasped and tried to scream, but Keys was too quick for her. She slapped her so hard that she fell out of the bed.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” she hissed and jammed her gun in Cat’s face. “Scream and I blow ya motherfuckin’ brains out.”
“Is it money you want?” Cat whispered. The color drained from her brown face, and her eyes were open wide like saucers, signifying exactly how scared she was. She was so focused on looking at Keys in front of her that she hadn’t even realized that there were other people in the room. “There’s a safe in the closet. Take it all!”
“Shut the fuck up! Bitch, you’re gonna wish, I was just here for money,” Keys hissed again, that time hitting her with the butt of her gun.
Blood leaked from her forehead, and she whimpered quietly. Stevelle stood at the door and looked out to make sure nobody came snooping around the corner. He saw how helpless Cat looked, but he knew that bitch had it coming. Cat was cold and heartless. He almost wanted to tell Keys to hit the bitch again. Although she hadn’t done anything personal to him, she might as well have. Tiara was one of the most genuine people that he had ever come across in his life, and the fact that these people were trying to break her already broken soul pissed him off.
“Aye,” Keys said. “The bathroom.”
“Handle that,” Tiara told her. “I got this.”
Tiara nodded her head toward the bathroom signaling Keys to go grab Vincent from the shower. She then turned her attention back to her mother. Tiara walked up behind Cat, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to the center of the large bedroom.
“W-who are you,” Cat cried. “What do you want?”
“I want you to die,” Tiara growled.
“But why? Please don’t kill me. My husband, he has more money than you could ever dream of. Whatever you want, it’s yours!” Cat was cowering with her head buried into her chest.
Her sobs pissed Tiara off, but not as much as the fact that Cat had just called Vincent her husband.
“You fucking bitch! You married Cousin Vincent?” Her voice was filled with contempt and disgust. Tiara snatched the mask off of her face and shook Cat viciously. “You married your own husband’s family?”
Cat gasped. If she was terrified before, the feeling had now tripled. She recognized her daughter instantly, but it was like staring into the face of a ghost. Tiara was the last person that she expected—or wanted—to see. She looked up at her daughter, and all she saw were hateful eyes and a face full of rage. The way Tiara’s grip was on her, Cat knew Tiara wasn’t there to tell her how much she missed her.
“You are not welcome here!” Cat exclaimed, trying her best to sound brave.
“Bitch, fuck you,” Tiara said, hitting her with the butt of her gun. “You got the nerve to tell me I’m not welcome in my own home? This is my fucking house—not yours!”
“I don’t understand. You were supposed to be dead!”
“And you were supposed to love me and care for me! But I guess shit just didn’t work out for either of us. Your plans to have me killed didn’t work out, bitch.”
“Clearly the little ingrate that killed your father failed at killing you.”
“You’re nothing but a cold, empty, heartless piece of shit. You’re my mother!” Tiara kicked Cat in her ribs. “How could you let all of this shit happen? First, you write me off; then you start letting your husband’s cousin stick his dick in you? You money-hungry,” she said as she kicked her, “bitch! Do you know what I’ve been through? Do you have any idea the kind of hell I went through because of you? All because you didn’t take the time to love me and take care of me!”
Tiara proceeded to whoop Cat’s ass all around the bedroom. She knocked her into the dresser and made her body bounce off of the closet door a couple of times. The more she hit her, the more Tiara saw that it wasn’t enough. Hurting Cat didn’t fill the void that was in her heart, so she stopped when she saw that Cat was barely conscious and when she was too tired to land another blow. When she was done, both of her hands throbbed, but she was too doped up on anger to pay attention to the pain.
“And then you move this man in here and let him sleep in the bed you shared with my father? In my father’s house? In my house? I hate you!” Tiara threw Cat on the ground again. “It’s your time to die, Cat. And I’m gonna be the one to do it.”
Tiara aimed her gun at Cat’s head. Cat struggled to lift her head, and for the first time, Tiara saw the guilt in her eyes.
“B-but I’m your mother,” Cat said.
“And I’m your daughter,” Tiara said. “But that never meant shit to you—did it?”
She pulled the trigger on the silenced gun, and Cat’s head exploded right before her face.
“Baby!”
Tiara turned and saw Vincent being brought from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Keys’s gun was on the back of his head, and her hand was on his shoulder. His hands were in the air, but a look of despair crossed his face.
He had seen Tiara shoot his woman, and rage filled him like a helium balloon. He started to charge toward her, but three guns aimed at
