"You mess with my family, you mess with my life," Lix Stone

Staying faithful to his wife was easy. Sure he wanted to eat all the pussy he could, but he would take Rosaline's lead. If she wanted to play, they would play together.

As far as her being with another man besides him, over his dead body.

But for the first time in a long time, he slept in his bed alone. Rosaline never came home.

He checked all around the house in every room, picked up his son to get him some breakfast, and then waited in the kitchen. It was seven o'clock on a Sunday morning, where could she be?

He cut up fruits, a slice of toast, one scrambled egg, and turkey sausage, his favorite. Seated in his high chair, as soon as his little munchkin saw his food he went at it. At eighteen months he fed himself pretty well. And he was not a picky eater, he liked almost everything.

"Where's mommy?" he said to his son, eating his slice of buttered toast while he watched him.

He picked up his phone to see if he missed any calls from his wife that she was hanging with friends. Seeing none, he wondered if she went to see one of their girls and hung out with them for the night.

"Daddy no, mom's not here and why would she be? You two fighting again?" Jae asked him with attitude. He could feel her neck roll through the phone. "Daddy, you're too old to fuck other bitches if mom is not down with it."

"Lil girl, you don't even know what's going on. Your mom did not come home last night."

"And I told you she is not here."

"Have you talked with her? Have you seen her?"

"Uh...no. I was at work all last night."

"Was she there?"

"I just said I haven't seen her. Sheesh!"

"Watch your mouth, baby girl."

Jae was silent after that. He hung up with her and called Kendra next.

"Mom? No, why?"

"When was the last time you heard from her? You know where she went last night?"

"I haven't spoken with her in a few days. She wanted to see DJ this weekend and I was going to drop him off because I sure need a break."

He would love to spend time with his grandson as well, so he liked the idea of having him over, to keep Prince company. They would go up as best friends. Along with Drake. His three boys after raising three girls.

He got off the phone with Kendra and then called Erica.

"Hey daddy."

"Have you heard from your mother?" he knew not to ask if she spent the night over there. He knew Rosaline would never step foot in that drug dealer's house.

"No," she simply stated. "I gotta go daddy, love you."

And then she hung up on him like he was no one. His girls. He loved them, but they were always a handful.

He contemplated who else he could call. Her best friend behind bars for a murder she commissioned. No other friends she was close to. Most of his family adored her, but she never had a close relationship with any of his sisters or brothers.

She left her family behind when they threw her out at seventeen. Because she was gay. They were a waste of breath then, and a waste of breath now. Rosaline didn't know it, but he reached out to them after Jae was born. Her parents needed to know they were grandparents.  They did not want to meet their flesh and blood.

The hang-up then was not the fact that she was gay or bi-sexual. They disowned their child for other reasons.

He thought of his nieces and nephews that may be in contact with her. She was pretty close with all of Tamra's kids because they both pitched in to raise them. Who was she closest to? Probably Zahara, her little mini-me.

He dialed his niece.

"Hey Zee, have you seen your auntie lately?"

"Hey unc, yeah, last night."

Now he was getting somewhere.

"Where?"

"Here at the club."

His eyebrows furrowed. "At Sextacy Two?" That's where Zahara was cutting her teeth as a new dancer.

"No, the main one. I was there checking out the competition. Trying to up my game. I need TeeTee to help me get like her."

"Okay, you saw her last night, but what did she say?"

"I saw her, I didn't get a chance to talk with her. Neechie told me she was there, so when I started to approach her, she went off with some guy."

Now his brows were furrowed. Some guy? His wife went off with some guy while at the club? That could only mean one thing. She was off getting her rocks off with this guy.

"Unc, everything okay? TeeTee okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's nothing, bye baby girl."

He hung up with her and paced the floor a bit thinking about where she could be. If she wanted revenge dick, there, she was off getting it. Now she needed to come home where she belonged.

Prince was done eating, so he got him dressed, dressed himself, and made it out of the house to his car. If Sextacy was the last place she was seen, he needed to get to the club. Sure it was Sunday morning, and not their normal business hours, but he still had keys and access to go inside. Since Jae was not there, he figured that no one would be there.

It didn't matter that he had to bring his eighteen-month-old son there. The club was not open, it's not like he would see tits and ass.

There were no cars parked in the lot. He parked in his reserved spot that was now Jae's and unstrapped Prince to take him with him.

In the club, it was eerie when it was all empty. There were still faint smells of weed and cigarillos, baby oil, and sex. It was like a thick musk in the air, and he rather liked it. He held Prince while he walked around the empty tables around the club floor. The stage was dark, he did not bother to look that way.

If Rosaline was here last night, where did she go with this guy? To a back room?

He headed toward the playrooms, checking each door, opening it, and seeing nothing. Maybe it was a wild night that went on to the wee hours and she slept in one of the rooms. Nothing so far, till he made it to one that was locked. It was not practice to lock a room unless it was occupied.

He tried the door again before he put Prince down to let him stand there while he used his master key to open the door. He was sure to find his wife sleeping it off there.

There will be hell to pay off course.

"Stay out here, baby boy, papa will be right back," he said to Prince.

When he opened the door, the first thing that caught his attention was the smell of death. The sour, rotten smell made him immediately cover his nose with the back of his hand, before the realization that there was a body in the bed.

And then it hit him...was this Rosaline?

All he saw was bare, pale, limbs and dark brown hair covering the face.

"Oh dear God!"

He stepped a few more steps into a near-pitch-dark room. The only illumination came from a string of red lights around the room. The body was naked and slim, not curvy and tan like his wife, so he knew without looking further it was not his wife.

Stepping directly in front of the bed, he brushed the hair from the woman's face, saw the gaping wound to her neck, and saw that she bled out. Twist killed in the same manner his sister was. The same way Ms. Mystical was.

Had his wife done this?

And if she did this, maybe she killed Tamra.

He backed out of the room, grabbing his phone from his pocket to call 911. Once he exited the room, he did not see his son.

"Prince!" he yelled out.

What the hell was going on? He frantically walked down the hall, rechecking all the rooms. Where could he have gone that quickly? While hitting 911 on his phone, he made it to the backdoor, opened it, and was faced with a dead man holding his son.

A/N: A dead man? Yeah, we know who that is. Who killed Twist? And where is Rosaline?

Please excuse any mistakes as I rushed to get this chapter out. I will edit later. Hope you enjoyed it!