𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 ⅱ

𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

It happens late at night.

I'm in the bedroom, sitting on the bed with my laptop, going over some emails. Michael is downstairs making a call, handling business, and Prince is already asleep in his room. The house is quiet, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning.

Then my phone buzzes.

At first, I don't think much of it. I reach over, expecting a message from Solange or Aaliyah. But when I check the screen, my body goes cold.

Unknown Number

I hesitate for a second, but curiosity gets the best of me. I open the message.

"You must think you're real special, huh?"

I frown. Another text pops up immediately after.

"Sitting in my spot. Sleeping in my bed. Playing wife to my man. Cute."

My heart pounds, but my fingers move quickly.

"Lisa, get a life."

It takes two seconds before she replies.

"Oh, I have one, sweetheart. And soon, you won't."

I exhale sharply, gripping my phone tighter. Bitch really thinks she can intimidate me.

"You got something to say? Say it to my face."

Another buzz.

"Why? So I can see the fear in your eyes before I take everything from you? I already took his empire. Next, I take you."

I scoff, rolling my eyes. This woman is out of her damn mind.

"Let me tell you something, Lisa." I type back fast. "You were never 'his everything.' That's why you're mad. That's why you left. You couldn't handle that Michael would never love you the way he loves me."

I hit send and don't even blink.

Another text comes in.

"Love don't mean shit in this world. Power does."

I smirk. Now I'm really about to piss her off.

"Then why are you so pressed about me?"

Silence.

No response.

Exactly.

I toss my phone on the bed and lean back, exhaling. My blood is boiling, but I won't let this pathetic woman shake me.

A few minutes later, Michael walks in. "Baby?"

I sit up straight. "Yeah?"

His eyes narrow when he sees my expression. "What's wrong?"

I grab my phone and hand it to him. "Lisa."

Michael takes the phone and reads the messages, his jaw clenching tighter with each word. By the time he gets to the last one, his face is pure rage.

He exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his mouth. Then he locks the phone and hands it back to me. "That's it."

I raise a brow. "What?"

His voice is cold. Deadly.

"She made the first move," he says, stepping toward the window and staring out into the dark night. "Now it's my turn."

I swallow hard. "Michael..."

He turns back to me, eyes sharp. "I let her play her little game. I let her have her moment. But now? She's done."

A shiver runs down my spine, but I nod.

Lisa thought she could scare me.

But all she did was sign her death warrant.

-

Lisa played her hand too early.

And that's the mistake that's gonna cost her everything.

I sit in my office, hands folded under my chin, thinking. The room is dim, the only light coming from the desk lamp and the glow of the city outside. Marlon sits across from me, swirling a glass of whiskey, watching me in silence.

"She's desperate," I finally say. "That's why she's acting so reckless."

Marlon nods. "She wants you to react emotionally."

I smirk. "She don't know me then."

I don't move off impulse. I calculate. I watch. I let my enemies think they got the upper hand... until it's too late for them to realize they never did.

"She's still using my men," I continue. "That's her first mistake. Prince's old guys are still around, still following her orders, but they don't got loyalty to her. Only to money. And that's where we strike."

Marlon raises a brow. "You wanna turn her own people against her?"

I nod. "They got a price. I'll find it."

"Shit," Marlon chuckles, shaking his head. "You cold, Mike."

I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. "I let her take what she wanted because I didn't think she'd be dumb enough to come after me directly."

I glance at my phone.

Giselle's text still sits on the screen, Lisa's threats right there in black and white.

"But now?" I exhale sharply. "She made it personal."

Marlon leans forward. "What's the move?"

I look at him, a slow grin spreading across my lips.

"She thinks she's untouchable. That's what we use against her."

-

𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔞'𝔰 𝔭𝔬𝔳

Michael thinks I'm gone.

He thinks he got rid of me.

He's wrong.

I sit in my office, staring at the skyline, a cigarette burning between my fingers. The smoke curls around me, but I barely notice. My mind is too focused. Too sharp.

Michael took everything from me.

And I'm going to take it all back.

I lean back in my chair, tapping my nails against the glass desk. I spent five years building my connections, watching from the shadows, waiting for my moment.

Now it's here.

And Michael ain't ready.

"Boss."

I turn my head slightly as one of my men steps in. "Yeah?"

"We got eyes on his wife."

My lips curl. "Good."

She's his weakness.

I flick the cigarette into the ashtray and stand up. "Keep watching. Don't move yet."

The man nods and steps back.

Michael's playing a game he don't even know the rules to.

He taught me everything.

Now I'm gonna use it all against him.

-

𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

Giselle disappears from the house in the middle of the night.

The security footage shows masked men dragging her into a black SUV.

They move quick, clean—but not clean enough.

Because I knew this was coming.

And I let it happen.

Marlon watches the footage from the laptop, his jaw clenched. "You sure about this, Mike?"

I don't look at him. My eyes are locked on the screen.

"She wanted Giselle?" I say, voice calm. "Now she got her."

But what Lisa don't know is half the men working for her? They work for me too.

-

𝗀𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗏

Lisa stands in front of me, smirking like she already won.

She leans down, gripping my chin. "Not so strong now, huh?"

I stare at her, refusing to flinch. "You really think this is gonna work?"

Lisa laughs, shaking her head. "Oh, sweetheart... you don't get it, do you?" She stands up straight, arms crossed. "Michael took everything from me. He humiliated me, left me with nothing. But you?" She tilts her head. "You're his heart. And if I take you..." She trails off, smiling cruelly.

I narrow my eyes. "He'll never let you win."

She scoffs. "He doesn't have a choice."

But she has no idea what's coming.

-

𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

Lisa don't realize half the men standing around us already took my deal.

The moment I step inside that warehouse, guns are drawn—but not at me.

At her.

Lisa spins, her face twisting in shock. "What the fuck—?"

I smirk, stepping forward. "You really thought you could play my game and win?"

Her own men turn against her.

She looks around, eyes wide. "You... You—"

"You thought you had control," I say smoothly, hands in my pockets. "But Lisa... you were never in control."

Giselle breathes out, eyes locked on me.

I turn to her, my voice softer. "You okay, baby?"

She nods. "I knew you'd come."

Lisa screams in frustration, reaching for her gun—

But before she can even pull the trigger, one of her own guys knocks it out of her hand.

And just like that, her kingdom crumbles.

But this ain't over.

Not yet.

-

Lisa got away.

I should've ended it right there. I should've made sure she'd never get another chance.

But she slipped through the cracks like a damn cockroach.

Now? She's laying low. No moves. No threats. No sign of her.

And that? That makes her even more dangerous.

I can't take no chances. Not with my wife. Not with my family.

So I'm gonna make sure Giselle can protect herself.

-

𝓰𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿

The gun feels heavy in my hands. Cold. Unfamiliar.

Michael stands behind me, his hands resting lightly on my waist. "Relax, baby," he murmurs. "You're too stiff."

I take a deep breath, adjusting my grip like he showed me. The shooting range is empty except for us. Just the sound of our breathing and the distant hum of the AC.

"Now," he continues, his voice calm, steady. "Line up your shot. Focus. The gun is just a tool. You're in control."

I exhale, squinting down the sight. My finger tightens around the trigger—

BANG.

The shot echoes through the room.

I flinch slightly, but I don't lower the gun. I look at the target—a clean hit to the chest.

Michael smirks. "That's my girl."

I turn to him, my lips parting slightly. "I can't believe I just did that."

He leans in, his voice low and intimate. "Believe it, baby." His hands slide up my arms, gripping my shoulders. "And if anyone—anyone—comes for you again?" His eyes darken. "You put 'em in the ground."

I swallow, my heart pounding. "You really think she'll come back?"

Michael's jaw tightens. "I know she will."

And when she does...

We'll be ready.

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