Chapter 28 Nutcase
BIG KAI
The sight of her tears pumping out of her brown eyes sent a mild feeling to my heart.
Her red face feels fragile in my hand. I could squash it with just a tiny squeeze for trying to call that fucker man of hers.
Millionaire fucker.
Are you fucking kiddin' me right now?
Caleb gives the most annoying ideas.
She whimpered at my grip.
"How fucking dare you?"
"I wasn't...... please," she stuttered, letting out more tears.
This bitch lyin' to ma face?
"I fucking heard you."
"I wasn't calling..... calling anyone. Please."
I clenched my jaw as I tightened her cheeks harder.
She whimpered again.
"One thing I hate, white girl, is someone lyin' to me."
"I am not lying..... Please.... I am not...."
Lil Kai's interruption with his cry made me look over my shoulder.
He is in his crib.
She whimpered, making me look at her.
Lil Kai continued crying.
I grabbed her face closer, earning another whimper from her as she held my hand gripping her face.
"I will deal with you later." I snarled.
She whimpered again.
"Go do your fucking job and mind it," I released her, making her whimper again, and held her face.
She hurried towards Lil Kai and picked him up.
"Sorry, Jay Jay. I am here." she cooed, holding him close.
She looked at me momentarily and looked away instantly, caressing Jay Jay's back as his cries reduced.
I walked towards the door and out of her room.
Fucking shit.
That's the last time I am taking any fucked up advice from anyone when it comes to that white girl.
I will handle her however I please.
Axel?
Fucking Axel? Really?
I scoffed, approaching my room.
I need a fucking smoke.
I entered my room and walked towards my desk. I poured myself some whiskey in a glass. I picked up the glass and took in the entire portion.
I flexed my neck as the drink balanced perfectly in my system.
I poured more in my glass and walked towards my desk.
I sat in my seat and took a sip from my glass before opening my laptop.
"Daddy?" Cece's familiar voice broke the silence as I input my password.
"I was lookin' for you. Where you been?"
"Go back to sleep," I said, taking a sip of my drink as I moved my fingers on the keyboard.
"Isn't daddy finna get sum tonight?" She asked and I sensed her getting out of the bed and walking towards me.
All the video footage of my house appeared on my screen.
I reached for my glass when Cece's hands massaged my chest.
I felt anger building up.
I gulped my entire drink, messing with my fucking brain.
"I'm ready to give it to you however you want it," she said, moving her hands seductively under my white tank top and massaging my chest.
"Get ma bottle," I ordered calmly.
"Yes, daddy," she said, withdrawing her hands from me as I moved the control panel to Isadora's room.
Her room took over my screen.
She is lying sideways on her bed.
"Here's your bottle, daddy," Cece said.
I picked up my glass and moved it to her without taking my eyes off the screen as she poured some into my glass.
"Enough,"
She stopped and I moved the glass to my lips and took a sip as I exited from Isadora's room.
Cece proceeded to rub my fucking body.
"So....what's daddy sayin' about gettin' sumthin'?"
"Cece,"
She lowered her lips to my ear.
"Yes, daddy," she whispered, taking my earlobe into her lips.
At this point, that's barely effective.
"Go back to sleep," I ordered calmly.
"C'mon, daddy," she whined slightly, licking my ear.
"It's either the bed or out of my fucking house."
She froze.
"I don't give a fuck how late it is."
She stood up straight.
"Sorry, daddy,"
I sipped my drink as she heaved a sigh and I sensed her walking back to bed.
I clicked on the white girl's room.
The shawty is kneeling close to her shattered phone and sobbing annoyingly.
I scoffed, taking a huge amount of my drink.
The cry is for that fucker huh?
Let's see how you will ever go back to him.
She kept sobbing.
I scoffed.
I gulped my entire drink without looking away from her.
I closed my laptop angrily.
Fucking shit.
NEXT DAY....
ISADORA'S ROOM.....
I stood close to the door, my hands in my pockets as I stared at the doctor working on Isadora who was sleeping on the bed.
The rays of the sun hit a part of the room, giving it that warm Sunday morning feeling.
It would have been completely warm if there ain't no nutcase living under my fucking roof.
The doctor let out a sigh as he stood up straight.
He is a white motherfucker who gives me nothing but the need to replace him.
But I was told he is the best in the city.
Motherfucker ain't giving me what I wanna hear.
"What's the latest, doc?"
He looked at me as he took his stethoscope.
"She is responding to treatment gradually." He said.
"When is she gettin' her senses back?" I asked.
"It will take more time, sir."
I scoffed. "It's almost two months and she's still nuts. You want me to wait one more time?"
"I wish I could tell you what you want to hear but she is responding to treatment very slowly. I uh.....I advise that you exercise more patience."
"Fuck your advice, doc."
He lowered his gaze.
"I ain't paying you to give me shit. The bitch needs to recover quickly. Her kid needs her, damn it!"
He nodded. "She will be fine, sir. I am doing my best to make sure of that."
"Fuck your best!"
He flinched.
"It is not enough!"
He adjusted his glasses with his shaking hands and held his bag.
This mothefu.....
"What is going on?" Imani chipped in, walking into the room and looking between me and the doctor.
"Kai, what's up? I just heard your voice while I was walking by."
"Get this moron out of my sight. You fired." I said, making his face twitch.
He looked at Imani.
"Um, Kai," Imani reached for my arm. "Listen...."
"I said, get him outta here before I do somethin' that finna get to the news tomorrow morning." I snarled, making her face twitch.
She looked at the fucker.
"Let's go, doctor," she said.
He followed her reluctantly and out of the fucking room.
I rested my eyes on Isadora.
Bitch is sleeping like she ain't a nutcase.
I walked closer to her bed, staring at her.
"You got some nerve being in this position. Feeding on hard drugs. You're gonna explain yourself to me when you are better."
"You are lucky Lil Kai has a caregiver he connects with. He is beginning to forget about your sorry ass."
I looked at her body which is under her duvet.
"I'm gonna get you another doctor. For your own good," I looked at her. "Respond to the fucking treatment. Or I will have no choice but to get rid of you for good. My boy ain't finna have his reputation ruined for having a nutcase as his mama."
I gave her one last look before walking towards the door.
"Pathetic ass bitch,"
I walked out the door, heading towards my room.
My phone rang in my pocket.
HOURS LATER......
BIG KAI'S ROOM
Seated on my bed and resting my back on the headboard, I typed some emails on my laptop.
I read through as I re-typed, trying to get it right.
I can't afford any mistakes.
More reason why I prefer to do it myself.
These motherfuckers be messing with me when it comes to business transactions.
I have lost count of how many I have killed just to teach others a fucking lesson.
My door opened, revealing Cece dressed in jean shorts and a red crop top, and approaching with a pack of beer in her hands.
I returned my eyes to my screen as I typed.
"Your beer, daddy," she said, handing over one of the cans.
I took it from her and she opened it, earning us that gaseous sound.
I took a sip while staring at the screen, reading my text all over again.
I heard another beer opening and her joining me on the bed.
The email is good to go.
I typed send and took a huge gulp from my beer, enjoying the refreshing energy as I stared at the "email successfully sent" notification.
"The day is boring, Daddy. I have always hated Sundays."
I sipped again as I moved towards the footage.
"Let's do something fun. Let's go out or sumthin'"
I moved to the white girl's room.
She is currently standing close to the window with Lil Kai in her arms, staring at whatever through the window.
I took another gulp without looking away from my screen, emptying the can.
"C'mon daddy, say something,"
"Get me another beer," I ordered without looking at her.
She heaved a sigh and I sensed her getting out of the bed.
The white girl kept staring at the window as Lil Kai played with her hair.
She and my son are dressed in different attire from last night.
I guess they have had their morning hygiene.
"Here," Cece said, opening the beer for me.
I took it from her as I stared at my screen.
I took in some amount, loving the taste.
Since that night I took in, I have been obsessed.
The more reason I stopped taking it in the first place. Now I am back to it.
It will take a lot to stop now.
Speaking of morning hygiene, I was so caught up with Isadora's nutcase baggage and these business emails to notice whatever was going on with this white girl and kid.
The white girl most especially.
Good thing she is not crying right now.
The little bitch cried all night.
I didn't even lay a finger on her.
White people are annoying as fuck.
That's not my fucking problem right now.
I missed the fucking morning hygiene.
Since she decided to change in her bathroom, I had to place a tiny camera on her fucking mirror.
But I didn't get to watch a thing.
I took another gulp of my beer.
Ever since she took off her clothes in the room, it has messed with my decision of privacy in the fucking bathroom.
I want to see all the fucking things.
She also caught me in the bathroom.
But I caught her trying to call that sorry ass boyfriend of hers.
That shit messed with my fucking head.
Especially the way she called his name.
Axel.
Axel my fucking ass.
Fucked up name.
The sorry ass millionaire.
Here I am sending emails that gonna give me my first trillion.
You talking to me about sum millionaire motherfucker?
I let out a scoff.
I gulped my drink as I zoomed her face.
She looks unhappy.
Perhaps bored just like Cece said.
I looked at Cece.
She is typing on her phone.
I moved my gaze back to the screen.
The white girl heaved a sigh as she looked at Lil Kai.
She gave him a tiny smile and caressed his hair.
She returned her gaze to the window.
What is she thinking about?
The fucker?
I scoffed, gulping my entire drink.
Let's get you busy.
I closed my laptop and placed it on the nightstand as I got out of bed, attracting Cece's attention.