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out my house. And Denie if you got a problem with it, you can go with him,” I said.
    Denie instantly switched up. “Jamal, you gotta go.”
    Jumping out of the bed, he grabbed his clothes along with his shoes and fake-ass jewelry, then ran to the door. To my surprise, he at least had on some boxers.
    “You crazy as hell lady!” Jamal yelled as he ran down the steps that led to the back of the house half-dressed.
    One mistake I’d obviously made was giving Denie the suite with the private entrance. Now, that decision was coming back to bite me.
    That’s what I get for trying to be nice when she first moved in , I thought.
    Once I heard the back door slam, I turned toward Denie again. “Let’s get something straight right now. There’s only one head bitch in this house and that’s me. Not to mention, you don’t pay any fucking bills around here, therefore, you have no say so. You will respect my house and my rules if you wanna stick around. Do I make myself clear?”
    “Stop treating me like I’m a little girl. I’m grown. I thought you were different. You’re no different from Rich or Lisa? All of you hate me. I wish I was never born!”
    “Denie, you can try and lay that guilt trip shit on me all you want, but it’s not gonna work. I’m sorry for what I did, but at the same time I thought that was best for you. Now, when you live on your own that’s when you’re grown to me and can do whatever you want.”
    “But…”
    “Let me finish. There are two little girls in this house who now look up to you as a big sister, so you’ve gotta make better choices. There’s a lot on my plate right now, and I don’t need to be worrying about you bringing random dudes in my damn house. Don’t you understand that you could be a mark to get to me through my enemies? If you’re not careful, I could lose the empire Carlos and I worked so hard to build.”
    I’d already slipped up earlier, so I didn’t need her fucking up as well.
    Denie looked at me and nodded her head. “I can respect that. I don’t want you to look at me as a charity case. If you want me to leave, then I will.”
    “Denie, I’m not asking you to leave. I just need you to respect my wishes, that’s all.”
    She paused for a moment. “I understand. Sorry about Jamal.”
    “I’m not about to say no problem because it is a problem. Just don’t let it happen again.” I walked over to the ashtray on her nightstand that contained a half-smoked blunt and picked it up. “And get rid of this, too. The only person allowed to smoke weed in this house is me.”
     
     
    Chapter 3 Marisol
     
    After returning back from the hospital with Mia and taking a quick nap, it was time for me to meet with Javier. Completely drained after finding out that my baby’s Leukemia had more than likely returned, I really didn’t feel like leaving the house, but also didn’t wanna go back on my word. Besides, I was becoming even more curious about what he wanted.
    Jumping in the shower, the hot, soothing water was just what I needed. With the day I’d experienced, my muscles were beyond tense and since I didn’t have time for my daily workout, hopefully the shower would provide me some type of therapeutic massage.
    When I stepped out a few minutes later, I wrapped up in my Victoria Secret’s Pink robe, then sat at my vanity before running across a picture of me and Carlos back in the day. It’s crazy because Rich was the one who’d taken the picture. We’d gone on vacation to Aruba with him and Lisa before I got pregnant with Carmen. Looking at how happy we seemed, the guilt that I carried started to take a toll on me again.
    Carlos is probably turning over in his grave , I thought to myself.
    It was oo. The onry repeating itself. What made me any different from Uncle Renzo for what he’d done to his brother or even Rich? No matter how it was dissected, it was all betrayal.
    When I looked in the mirror I stared at myself as tears formed in my eyes. However,