Betrayed II

By Anitra Ferguson

Mikeela Rye has been shot, and her life hangs in the balance. What will the Rye sisters do? Author Anitra Ferguson continues the saga of betrayal, love, and pain as members of the Rye family try to recover along with staying alive. When the dust finally does settle and the façade fades away to reveal the mountain of family secrets, will the Rye

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pen2Pad Ink
• Release date: Mar 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781970135794

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My life had been thrown into a whirlwind. It was a hot mess. I was in the midst of chaos. My sister CoCo was M.I.A and my sister, Keke, was in the Intensive Care Unit fighting for her life. Apparently, I was Mikeela’s emergency contact. Go figure! I didn’t even know that bitch knew my number.

When I got to the hospital, I found out that some unknown, random man had found her in an abandoned building suffering from multiple gunshot wounds. They rushed her to the Modesa Community Hospital. The medical team informed me that she made it to the hospital just in time. I was also still reeling from the fact that Mikeela gave birth in the midst of all this shit going on. No one even knew that she was even in a relationship or fucking, let alone pregnant. Well, there was Murda but, according to Mikeela, she cut ties with that nigga when he got in trouble with the law. The baby was 4 months premature and had all these fucking tubes coming from everywhere on his little one-pound body.

I cannot deal with all this shit right now. My mind was overloaded. I had no idea who did this shit to my sister. I had no idea where CoCo‘s silly ass was. I was worried. I wanted to speak with her to make sure that she was okay. I didn’t necessarily like my family all of the time, but I definitely didn’t want them dead or harmed. I dialed CoCo’s number for what seemed like the hundredth time. No answer. Her voicemail picked up.

Listen Bitch. You know it’s me calling your phone over and over. Something happened to Mikeela, and I need to know that you are okay. Please call me back and let me know something. Please, CoCo, call. PLEASE!! I slammed my fist into my steering wheel in frustration. I have never felt so confused. What the hell is really going on? Has someone declared war on my family? What the fuck was really going on? I had more questions than answers.

CoCo

I knew Black had some type of information about what happened based on the million times she called me. Sorry, Sis. I can’t right now. I had been driving for about two days. I was tired as hell. I was too afraid to sleep one more night in Millville. I did not know who knew what. So, I decided to drive. Wherever I ended up is wherever I ended up. I had no formal plan. I slept in the car, hadn’t showered, and I smelled like shit. I was paranoid that no one could be trusted. I knew eventually someone would be looking for my ass. If not Murda, then the police because they subpoenaed me to testify. My current circumstances certainly fucked that up.

I finally decided to pull into a hotel and get some rest. I checked in and immediately headed to the shower. Once the hot water touched my body, I began to relax a little. After my shower, I settled into my bed and turned the TV on to the news channel to see if I could gain some insight on what may or may not be happening back in Millville. I ditched my original cell phone after receiving all those fucking calls from Black’s ass and started using a burner phone. I only needed to remember two numbers anyway: Black’s number and the number to where my children were. Yeah Black was my sister, but she was also the Po-Po. I didn’t know from what angle that bitch was working at the moment. I will call her but not right now. I had to get my game plan together first.

I pulled up my Facebook account I had under a bullshit ass name to see if I could find out some information from there. People be putting they whole life on Facebook, so I knew that was as good a place as any to begin my search. I went to Black’s page first. Of course, this bitch ain’t posted shit since 2013. Then, I went to Mikeela’s page. Some of her friends had posted shit about praying for her and shit. Just as I was about to check my page I had under my real name, a story flashed across the TV screen that caught my eye.

A high-powered attorney from Millville by the name of Mikeela Rye, who appeared to be pregnant, was found shot and near death… and then the bitch cut the story short saying ...more details at 10pm…. I could have shit a brick. I was shaking. I guess she was really pregnant after all. A baby? WTF? I said to my empty hotel room. Shit just went from bad to worse.

BLACK

I couldn’t get CoCo on the phone, so I decided to head home and get some rest. I was emotionally drained. I headed straight to the shower. I called the station to speak with my Supervisor to update him on my current situation. I needed to take a leave of absence to be there for my family and figure out what the fuck was going on. Hell, that undercover shit was not working out for me anyway. Murderville’s ass got off again. The state dropped the charges a few days ago because my boss on the undercover assignment was on that motherfucka’s payroll. My boss was also under investigation for some prostitution and drug ring charges. Hell, just throw the whole man away because he ain’t no fucking good. I concluded that is why he went M.I.A. He knew his shit was gonna be discovered, and HIS BITCH ASS up and disappeared putting our lives and the investigation in jeopardy. Obviously, he gave no fucks. I promise, if I ever see his ass again, it’s gonna be a misunderstanding. You can take that shit to the bank. Ol’ scandalous ass.

However, one good thing did come from the inside investigation at Millville State Prison. That bitch, Officer Watkins, got indicted. She is currently awaiting sentencing. Now ain’t that something? The mastermind of the whole operation, Murda, gets to go free. That’s why crime don’t pay. I guess the sex wasn’t that great after all because that nigga didn’t bother to do shit for her. In fact, no one knows where he is. His ass just disappeared like fucking Houdini.

I just wonder if Murda had something to do with what happened to Mikeela and if he is involved in Coco’s disappearance. Maybe CoCo can’t answer her phone (contrary to my belief that she just being a bitch and ignoring my phone calls). My mind was racing. One thing’s for certain and two things for sure: If that nigga, Murda, is involved in any of this shit right now going on in my family, I promise you there is not a law in the land that will keep me off his ass. I can guarantee that or my name ain’t Black. I guarantee you. I will make that nigga feel my gangsta.

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I told every motherfucking body that I was going to beat those charges like Rocky. Who the fuck they think I am? I got too many corrupt officials on my payroll that would sell their soul for that dollar bill, and I pay well. Now I need to lay low for a few months. Then, it’s back to business. The money don’t stop. I know there are a lot of nervous niggas in the streets. They should be because I hand out paybacks like the president hands out pardons. My reputation and my name are on the line, and it seems that some of these folks around here need a reminder of just how vindictive of a nigga I am. I promise you that I will not disappoint. After all, I have a name that I have to live up to.

On another note, I heard that bitch, Mikeela, was in the hospital. I guess I can pay her a visit before I go on my little hiatus. I also heard through the grapevine something about a baby. I hope the fuck she ain’t talking about it is mine. I was fucking her, so I guess it could be. I hope it ain’t cause that bitch is at the top of my shit list. I hate to have to explain to the child how I had to fuck up his or her mother. If it’s one thing I hate, it’s