I'd always heard that the money came before the power but hadn't agreed one bit, money had been called currency but in actuality the word meant to circulate, and without power it would be just gone. What were the odds of getting it back unless there was power to produce more? Fuck the money---I needed power, the kind Martin had.
His ability to deter the guests impression of the shit I was saying was proven ineffective, I could tell by the looks on some of their faces that some knew. I'd found it amusing he silently swore to punish me for my behavior---so why not continue? Martin looked at Troy as if he had expected him to show up, and welcomed him again into his home before recollecting a trip to Vatican City, "It wasn't what I had expected, they had been rather open-minded."
We sat at the table, I'd volunteered to remove the arrangement when the commotion had died down. I'd recognized yet another guest, she'd been in front of the elevator at Windsor Court. Conspicuously she awaited the older gentleman who sat next to her in the dark green and tan plaid Belfry Italia, it's feather appeared to be peacock and its suede band had been fastened with a gold ornament that resembled an eye. He'd been amused by my behavior and so had she. Her unruliness was discernible when she wrinkled her lips and placed the dessert fork back above her dinner plate after he had rearranged it.
I liked her, fuck him. She inquired about my due date, Kie stopped her duty to observe my response. Martin had referred to them as the McNamara's while suggesting I apologized for my sudden tantrum. He gripped my hand as Troy stood and watched, it was as if he dared him to react. I watched him with profound amusement. Soon he had disappeared.
I'd known he hadn't left.
I can't find any recent articles on the disappearance, Shonda texted, "Try LaTrena Ellis , Emily Orchard."
If I wanted to bring Martin down I needed a superior and I hadn't known anyone more powerful than the hellhound that held me by the wrist at the table, my attempt to be freed had resulted in the tightening of his grip, I knew it would be a long wait.
I saw the reflection of the blue lights as they sat at the gate downhill, they flashed against the window, without acknowledging the colorful casting of light, he instructed Dario to allow them to enter before he opened the gate. I prepared for my apprehension.
The guest of honor sat only two seats down transverse the benched judge, I kissed Martin on his cheek as he had done me prior. They all knew the significance, had Troy?
I'd rearranged the letters on the painting in the dining room, heartless pleasures were among the translations, it depicted Judas leaning toward Jesus. I leaned toward Martin and whispered ruthless sleep, he laughed.
The Last Supper---
The words had floated, the champagne enabled them. "I can't be your Eve," I said, he replied, "I had Lilith in mind. What Eve had known about the land had only been relayed."
The federal agents were approaching the large double doors to the home, I'd seen the black unmarked cars as they ascended the hilltop.
My mother's desire to give my father a child had been incentive for power, I had rebelled. She determined it was best I be put away and medicated. I hoarded her every word during our last conversation. "I knew he would eventually get even with your father, but maybe it was better that way. As much wrongdoing he had done he still considered himself to be a child of God, and was set on the Lord's Prayer. He said no sin was greater than the next and as long as he remained a child of God he would make it into heaven."
Judas could have repented but instead---
Daddy was somewhere in limbo and hadn't lacked knowledge, surely he had been spewed.
As Martin stood and prepared to be arrested the Federal Agents said as they entered, "Hazel Myers, u are under arrest for the murder of Karma Creighton." In awe he stood trying to correct his guilty manner, "There has to be some sort of misunderstanding, u see---she was not present when she was killed, in fact she was staying in my home."
I didn't kill her, if the bitch was really dead. I'd analyzed everyone's role in it all, and Mya had mentioned she'd come by---but as for now, I killed the bitch.
There was a federal indictment for my arrest, I prepared to go to jail for murder---drunk.
I remembered him the night Redd and I had been arrested, and he looked the same, the moment was like deja vu. I willingly walked toward the door while Martin tried to explain there had to be a misunderstanding, I looked back at him, and turned around for him to place the handcuffs on my wrists. He spake like a ventriloquist and called me a trifling cunt, I'd expected him to arrive in disguise like the coward he was. I knew he couldn't hide from the devil and so did he, I just couldn't put my finger on their scheme. However, if I killed the head, the body would die.
Troy was nowhere in sight and Martin tried to calm the frantic guests, he was embarrassed, I took note of they that were unmoved. Renowned for having the finest parties his reputation had been befouled. The voices would not subside, I'd began to try to tune them out and dammit enough was enough! I began to quarrel with them in the dining room---I told them they couldn't kill us if we were in seg 6! I'd told them repeatedly, they wouldn't listen. 🤷🏾♀️
Martin wanted people to need him, he would disable them just to become their enabler, I looked forward to hearing the housekeeper's story, and there was something terrifyingly dark about Dario, that muthafucka probably could impregnate a bitch from across the room. Kerri sat ashamed, I made sure to rain on that bitch's parade but spared her self esteem.
My father had taught me to kill, I had begun to feel left out after so long until I realized it was wrong, but that only provoked the urge. Martin had asked days before, "What makes one kill? No one naturally has a desire to kill, not even to be compensated. There are those who do so unremorsefully, I've never understood the gist of it---there are too many avenues that leads to self destruction."
Facts. He was running with a hot needle and a burning thread himself.
I was tired, I couldn't fight anymore. I now had Shonda on my team, I determined I had power, the money would come whether in or out.
I prepared to be interrogated for the murder, but not Christy's---the syringe was underneath my sleeve.
"U guy's run along---I'll meet u there, she's being escorted downtown."
They lowered their weapon's as Martin promised to find justice!
For who? Me or himself?
He needed to be caged the fuck up.
I wondered if he had even felt the injection, as he put the handcuffs on I'd exposed the needle point through the cloth, stuck him between the thumb and forefinger before quickly pushing the plunger, hell, may as well---talk about a taste of your own medicine.
What had been their arrangement this time? Martin had known I'd taken everything and there was nothing he could do to get it back. Trenton had been putting Trenton Jr's settlement checks into his account, I wanted my child and knew he was alive, the money would stop if he was dead.
He yet limped and was being held responsible for recovering the money---didn't he have power?
I was even willing to negotiate, if I was his Lilith as he had said, hadn't he known the bitch was hardheaded? They had tried to cure me at an early age and had only fucked me up more, maybe a simple exorcism would have done the trick. I had been fucked up all the way around. He led me to the black Charger that was parked 3rd in the single file line. Why had Von put the phone in the fucking trunk!?
He'd deserved to die but was it justifiable? What was taking place didn't fully register, Martin had portrayed the culprit but why? He'd pretended to be expecting them to be coming for him, maybe he had honestly rather it been him who they wanted.
He had to wait his turn.