Standing in the driveway, I peered upward into the bathroom
window where I could see Venice still primping and checking herself out in the
mirror. She was my wife, I loved her dearly, but she is the vainest person I
have encountered. I screamed towards the window, “Babe come on!!! We are going
to lose our reservation.” Venice looked
out the window, cut her eyes, and continued on with her love affair in the
mirror.
All I could do is shake my head. Venice knows I have problem
with people who aren’t punctual. I like order and schedules; and for things to
go according to my liking. Don’t get me wrong I love a woman who takes pride in
her physical appearance, my wife in particular. I support Venice’s grooming
regiments not just financially but whole heartedly. Come to think of it, I
hoped she’d visited the spa for her waxing because tonight was special.
Venice is the type of woman whose self-esteem you can’t
shatter. She enjoys the finer things in life not just because I can provide her
with it but because she has an acquired taste for upscale-material possessions.
When we go out Venice doesn’t just want to look good for herself or as my
trophy wife but she does it to be flirtatious and appealing to other men. Along
the way she makes other women jealous but she thrives off of that attention.
When we first embarked upon our relationship I was bothered by it but I soon
began to take joy in it too. Most men want to know how I snagged Venice and the
women --- well they want to know when they’ll have an opportunity to be treated
like queens.
Since she was taking her sweet time, I just got in the car,
anticipating that would make her move along with us making our reservations.
Sitting there seemed like forever but my phone rang and made the time go by
quickly. This was an important call I just hoped I could finish before my wife
walked outside.
“Make it quick you know I’m taking my wife out tonight for
our anniversary.”
The voice on the other end made a snide comment.
“Hey, what have I told you about disrespecting my wife? You
know I don’t stand for that foolishness. Tell me what I need to know and do it
expeditiously.”
The person I was engaged in conversation with gave me all
facts no bullshit, just the way I like it.
“And you’re positive the package will be here when I return
home tonight?”
“Yes sir,” the anonymous voice responded.
“Good, well I have to go she’s coming,” I said as I saw the
door crack open. I put my cell away because when it came to business there were somethings I didn't let Venice know. Plus when I'm with her I keep my phone turned off. Her rules, she likes her man all to herself.
Look I am a business man with many investments. I recently
acquired ownership of a new software company out in Culver City and I am the
CEO of my family’s construction company. When I am not seeking new investments,
I am giving back to those in need through the various charities my wife sits on
boards for. That’s just my spare time when I’m not hob knobbing with the folks
down at city council. Lawndale is sacred gem in California. Most people just
believe its Hispanic territory near the beach; not I. I have big plans for this
place.
When Venice got in the car I didn’t say a word or even look
at her. She probably thought I was mad because we were going to be late. I was
a tad bit upset but my mind was really on this new company and the phone call I
had just received. She should be used to my silent stints by now. We have been
together for four years and married for three, although we’ve known one another
for eight. Guess Venice was use to me giving her the cold shoulder---as I
backed out the driveway she kissed me on the cheek. “My wife, my wife, my
wife,” I thought to myself as I tried not to let her see me smile.
Just as I merged on the expressway I realized I hadn’t talked
with my children.
“Did you call the kids,” I asked Venice?
In a panic she rambled through her purse to retrieve her
cellphone, “Aww shoot! No, I’m about to call them now.”
I mumbled something under my breath. I knew she heard me.
She countered getting ready to bring all that feistiness and attitude she has
that turns me on so I quickly turned her down some by stating, “Nothing, I said
I just said I love you.” She went for it, reciprocated the ‘I love you,’ and I
threw her a wink and a smile back.
The kids were staying with my mother for the evening but I
know how my mom rolls. Sometimes for the good and other times she has tricks up
her sleeve. I’m not saying my mom would ever harm my fraternal twins Jayden and
Jayda, it’s just that I know my mom wants more out of me. As much as Venice
thinks my mom adores her she can’t stand her because in her eyes she stole away
her ‘baby boy’. Before Venice my mom was getting the special treatment. Plus I
love my children and am very protective of them because they’re all I have to
continue my legacy if anything was to happen to me. Before the cartel took my
dad out he told me, “Leo, you have to carry on the family name when I’m gone.
You do it responsibly and you make sure that you settle down and have
children. That’s the only way we can
keep what’s ours as ours.” Ever since then that’s been my motivation to work
hard and protect my babies.
My mom never answered so Venice left a message. I keep
trying to tell that woman that my mother goes to bed way before eight o’clock.
She doesn’t listen. I don’t like it when my kids are away from me and I don’t
get to tell them goodnight. As a father I want to ensure that my children’s
lasting memory of me is more affectionate than what father left me. My pops
left me responsibility; I want my kids to know that I loved them, my wife too.
Forty-five minutes later we arrived at the Wilshire
Restaurant in Santa Monica, California. This was the same place I proposed to
Venice four years ago. She loved it here, guess it was due to the atmosphere. I
like it too. The food and the ambience were perfect, especially when you’re
with that special someone.
As we finished up dinner I decided to propose a toast to my
baby. Venice liked that romantic shit and I made sure I drowned her in it.
Tears welled up in her eyes and began to flow over. I had to cut this with
laughter quickly. She always said my sense of humor was one of the things that
really made her say yes when I asked her to marry me. The way Venice was
looking at me as we sat there in the restaurant gave clue that tonight it was
going down when we got home. I paid the bill and put the pedal to the metal on
the road.
Before I let Venice get out of the car as we sat in front of
our four bedroom home in Lawndale, I grabbed her hand. I wanted to have a
little fun with her. You know, start the four play from the driveway. That and
I could see the black truck parked two doors down signaling that ‘this dummy’
hadn’t finishing leaving the package. So I came up with this joke that there
was a bug on Venice’s neck. She started panicking and freaking out. Then I grabbed her, held her tightly, and
leaned in real close over on the passenger side of the vehicle. I sniffed her
neck. She smelled damn good, “…Damn that smells good,” I told her.
She could sense what I was trying to do and spoke, pushing
me away, “Boy get off of me. I thought there was really something on me.”
Venice tried to exit the car again but I wouldn’t let her. I
was chivalrous and I needed to see if anyone was watching us. As I ran over to
her side of the car, I heard the truck start up and leave. Cool I thought in my
head. I opened her door and she got out. I was just about to make my next move
then Venice looked over my shoulder and asked, “Babe, did you leave the light
on in the kids’ room?”
I couldn’t have left any lights on in that house. We usually
only leave the kitchen light on to give us a little light for when we walk back
in. Besides Venice was the last one out and the kids hadn’t been home all day. ‘The
dummy’ was just supposed to leave the package on the kids’ playscape for me.
That was it. No way would they break into my house and for what reason. Venice
kept saying the light was on and then it went off. I saw it do it too and got a
little suspicious.
My wife is scary and I just told you how easily it is to get
her into a panic. Venice began freaking out again saying someone was in the
house. This was too much but I had to protect my wife. I tried to calm her down
some. My initial thought was to leave her at the car and go around back and
check it out. That was too risky. No telling what we were about to encounter
and I didn’t want the chance of someone harming my wife to occur.
So I told her, “No, Niecey.
Just head to Joe and Martena’s and I’m going to check around the back.
Okay. Trust me. Just go.”
Venice never questions my authority or love for her when I
tell her to ‘trust me’. I waited until I
could see her heading over to the neighbors and then shuffled my way around the
house. I’m always ready for action. The
cartel got my dad so I stay equipped. I pulled my piece and looked around
swiftly but didn’t see anything. I headed over towards the swing set and stood
by the slide looking checking for the package when I was caught off guard.
Before I could ask what the person was doing at my home they’d fire two shots
my way.
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