Page 33 of Cutthroat

“Isn’t that what Jerry said to your dead mama?”

Jermaine’s heart stopped. He never expected Eden to say something so venomous and cold.

“Eden, I-”

“You are always a victim Jermaine. I hope you get exactly what you deserve. A cop is escorting me and Eve over there to get my things. I’ll see you in divorce court,” Eden said before ending the call.

For the first time since his mother and brother were murdered, Jermaine felt completely alone. Eden had been the one person that he knew would always be in his corner, and now she was gone. The sinking feeling threatened to consume him whole. Yes, he still had a phone filled with beautiful women to keep him company, but they were just that, company. Something to do to pass the time.

“I need to figure out a way to get this baby out of the picture and get my wife back,” Jermaine said as he put his key in the lock of his front door.

As soon as he stepped into his home, he wanted to run back outside. The smell of putrefied meat was so rancid that his eyes watered and he gagged.

“What the fuck is-” he couldn’t even finish the question as vomit forced its way up his esophagus and expelled from his mouth and nose. He welcomed the violent expulsion because it replaced the scent of whatever was rotting in his home.

“What the fuck is that smell?”

The scent was so overpowering that tears leaked from his eyes. The only time he could remember smelling something so vile was when a raccoon was stuck in the attic. The dead rodent smell was abhorrent, what he was smelling now was ten times worse.Stumbling inside he tripped and fell. He now understood the phrase; the scent was blinding.

“Goddamn what-”

The profane blasphemous swear died in his mouth when Jermaine looked at Eden’s Dzmitry Samal human end table. Yes, he saw the horrid table with its four human-like legs every day, that isn’t what bothered him. It was the two oozing grayish-black legs with lime green polish on the nails that made a blood curdling scream burst from Jermaine’s lips.

“ENVY!!”

“Ma’am stay here!”

The officer escorting Eden, pushed her, Eve, and the stroller behind him when screams erupted from the home.

“What’s going on?” Eden asked as if she weren’t the orchestrator of the events that were unfolding.

“Oh my God!” Eve screamed as she watched a frantic Jermaine running out of his home gripping the hair of Envy’s decapitated head.

Breaking News

Former Le Bleu Luxury Hotel General Counsel Jermaine Shelton has been arrested for the murder and dismemberment of his former mistress and sister-in-law, Envious Lilith Merci.

Though the body was found in Shelton’s home, he claims that he was possibly set up by his wife, even though there are several text messages between Shelton and the deceased that shows that the two had a volatile affair filled with threats of bodily harm and death.

Shelton is currently being held at the John E. Goode Detention Center. No bond has been set.

EPILOGUE

I could’ve ended it there, but I’m sure you all still have a few questions. I’m sure you’re wondering if I killed my sister in the basement of my home. The short answer would be, no. Am I the reason that she’s dead? Of course.

Envy should’ve been dead a long time ago. She was a miserable person, so I put her out of her misery. Her death was orgasmic. Here’s what happened. Jerry Shelton was sentenced to life with the possibility of parole after twenty years. With my contacts willing to speak on his behalf, he was eligible to be released on work release. He had to stay away from guns, drugs, and avoid leaving the state of Georgia so that he wouldn’t violate the conditions of his probation and parole. You know, the usual just freed jailbird shit.

Jerry was deemed to be not a threat, because the murder of Andrea and Josiah was considered a crime of passion. It turns out that Jerry’s brother Jackson was Josiah’s actual father. When he discovered that Andrea had been cheating on him with his brother, he lost his mind and turned to drugs and alcohol tocope with the hurt and betrayal. Jermaine’s mother was a whore, so the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

When I told Jerry about his son and my sister, he agreed to take Envy out. He said anyone that hurt me deserved to suffer, and Envy did just that. I watched Jerry chop my sister up like a Christmas ham. Hearing her scream and pleading for help as Jerry hacked off her hands, arms, and her leg at the knee was genuinely music to my ears. He wanted to kill her first before the dismembering, but I wouldn’t allow it. I wanted her to feel every ounce of pain. She deserved it.

With Envy dead and Jermaine in jail, I no longer had a need for that baby or Jerry. I don’t know why, but Jerry somehow thought that he and I would be together. This man killed two women, his stepson, and he thought I’d be his next wife. Be for fucking real.

I sent in an anonymous video of Jerry entering my Florida home, which violated his parole, and he was sent back to prison. I did not want a person with that type of negative energy around me. I signed over my parental rights to Baby JJ and he was sent to an orphanage. I had no need for any Shelton’s in my life.

After receiving my mother and Eve’s blessings, I had my job relocate me to the SaudiArabian branch. There was no need for me to stick around to see how things would unfold. There you have it fellas. I want to end my story by saying this:

If you have a good woman, then be a good man

If you’re unfaithful, you need to quit.

You’ll lose everything once she finds out

And she gets on her cutthroat shit.