The Dirty Divorce Part 3 Read Online Free

let them open their gifts? After that, get Mia ready. I’m gonna take her over to Children’s Hospital, so Dr. Friedman can take a look at her before my meeting tonight.”
    “Yes, Ms. Marisol.”
    As I climbed the stairs to Denie’s room, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for the conversation that needed to happen. I knew that she was envious of the girls subconsciously, but acted as if it didn’t faze her on the surface. I had to be careful with her though; she was scorned and capable of anything, especially with what she’d done to Lisa. Who would’ve thought that my daughter would be capable of trying to poison someone? Even what she’d done to Rich was quite clever. After everything went down a couple of months ago, Rich and I thought it was best that Denie stayed with me so we could try and rebuild our relationship as mother and daughter. She and Rich were like oil and vinegar now, and couldn’t seem to get along. It seemed weird that she was more upset with Rich than me. She refused to even speak to him sometimes. Leaving her with Rich and Lisa had obviously done more harm than good, but that still didn’t give her a reason to act like a bitch toward her sisters.
    She might’ve gotten away with that kind of behavior with Lisa, but not me. That shit wasn’t gonna fly in my house…daughter or not. The closer I got to the door I could hear go-go music and Denie’s constant giggling. Figuring she was on the phone with some knuckle head, I knocked two times. Technically, she was grown and I didn’t want to violate her privacy.
    “What do you want Maria?” she yelled.
    “Denie open the door, it’s Marisol!” I yelled back. I couldn’t believe she spoke to Maria with such disrespect.
    Seconds later, Denie cracked the door open. “Wassup, I didn’t know you were home.” She seemed surprised and caught off guard.
    “I just got here. What are you doing, open the door.”
    “No, this is my room. You just can’t come in here.”
    “Who the hell are you talking to? Get out the way!”
    At that moment, I knew something was going on. Pushing the door open, my eyes widened as I looked at Denie’s barely dressed body along with some dude in her bed with gold teeth. The room reeked of weed and sex.
    “Damn, baby, your momma fine as shit,” the ghetto-ass nigga chimed in.
    “What the fuck is going on in here? Get the hell out my house!” I pointed to the Lil’ Wayne looking dude with piercing eyes.
    “He’s not going anywhere. Last time I checked, I was nineteen years old,” Denie shot back.
    Just like I’d done with Maria, I stepped up to her face…real close.
    “Denie, don’t fuck with me. I can’t believe you’re actually smoking weed and fucking some loser-ass nigga while my two babies are downstairs. If you wanna be that damn disrespectful, then I suggest you get your own spot or go back to live with Rich. Trust me, I won’t have any problems kicking your ass out.” I looked at the dude one last time. “Besides, you need to step your game up if you giving out free pussy. He looks broke.” I walked back toward the door, then turned around. “He got five minutes to get out.”
    “Fuck you, bitch. I got mad paper!” he replied.
    Immediately, I snapped and went straight in my room to get my gun. I had to show both of them I wasn’t the bitch to fuck with. After being robbed earlier, I wasn’t about to be disrespected in my own damn home. It took me a minute since my room was all the way on the other side of the house, but when I returned it was obvious they’d taken me for a joke. Now, Denie had the nerve to be sitting beside him with a smile on her face.
    Heated, I cocked my nickel plated .9mm back and pointed it at that fool who thought he was running shit. For him to have so much mouth as soon as he saw the firearm aimed at his chest, the bitch in him instantly came out.
    “Like I said, you got five muthafucking minutes, no my bad…now you got two minutes to get the fuck