My Husband's Mistress

by Racquel Williams

  “Okay, boss. Will do. You have a good one.”

  I nodded at her and then walked out the door. Damn, the sound of her Trinidadian accent sent chills through my dick, which gave me an instant erection. Funny thing was that I’d had my eyes set on her since the first day she walked into the office and applied for the job. I peeped she was the kind that like to play hard to get. She just didn’t know that was my type because I would punish that pussy just because she played hard to get. I had a strong feeling I was going to be banging her back out pretty soon.

  * * *

  I carefully parked on the side of building far away from the cameras. I noticed his Charger was parked to the far right. I walked up to the car and got inside.

  “Whaddup Bossman?”

  “I can’t call it. Things kind of crazy right now.”

  “Oh yea? So what can I help you with?”

  “Before I start, I need to know that you aren’t wearing no wire or no shit like that.”

  “What you just say to me nigga? Do I look like a motherfucking rat? He snapped.

  “Nah, chill dawg. I ain’t mean nothing like that. I’m a lawyer so you can understand why I have to be careful.” I tried to diffuse the situation quickly.

  “Aiight yo, what kind of favor do you need? Make it quick, I got shit to do.”

  I wasn’t feeling this nigga’s attitude. This bum must’ve forgotten who got him acquitted of all charges, and if I hadn’t gotten him off, he would’ve been in prison probably getting fucked in the ass. He had no idea he owed me his motherfucking freedom.

  “Yo, I don’t know if you remember a nigga named Corey from over in Edenwald. He used to be with me, back in the day. Anyways, I got word that he hangs out at Big Len auto body in Mount Vernon. The nigga violated me when he fucked my baby mama and I need him handled.”

  “Ha ha, so lemme get this right. You want me to fuck up a nigga over a bitch? Damn my nigga, I thought you was a G.” He stared at me.

  “Watch your mouth. That bitch belongs to me, and that nigga was my right hand man.”

  * * *

  I wanted to punch this dude in the throat, but I didn’t ’cause I peeped the 9mm Glock on the mat by his feet. I was his lawyer, so I was aware that he was a cold-blooded killer.

  “Aiight yo, give me e’erything you got on the nigga. So lemme get this right. You want me to rough him up a little or you want me to body him?”

  “Don’t leave no witnesses. I need him to pay for the bullshit he pulled. Here’s two grand. Take it as a down payment. When the job is complete, you can tell me how much I owe you. I need this to remain between us, you understand? I can’t afford to have my name associated with anything illegal.” I looked him dead in the eyes.

  “Man, keep that chump change. I gotcha, but I need you to understand if I ever get into another jam, the tab will be on you.”

  “Here is a picture of dude. It’s a little old, but trust me, he still looks the same.”

  He snatched the picture out of my hand. “Aiight yo, got to go.”

  I didn’t say another word. I opened the car door and stepped out into the brisk air. I nervously walked away from his car. I expected to see law enforcement rushing in from all angles. I guess I‘d seen too many murder-for-hire cases where the person that is being hired is not a killer, but a police detective. I braced the cold and headed to my car. I got inside, sat down, and let out a long sigh. I took a quick look around before I pulled off.

  * * *

  I pulled into my driveway and took a deep breath. I hated coming to the house; just the sight of that bitch made me sick to my stomach. I could’ve found me another place to live, but there was no way I was going let this bitch think she could put me out my shit. I wouldn’t put a dollar into buying the house, but I was married to the bitch, so technically what was hers was ours and what was mine was motherfucking mine. Bottom line was, I wasn’t going anywhere until I was motherfucking ready.

  Soon as I stepped foot into the door and took my shoes off, I looked up and here this bitch was, standing in front of me with an axe in her hand. She looked deranged, like a bitch in hell. Her eyes widened as she took a step toward me.

  “I told you I want you out of my shit!” she yelled.

  “Yo B, go ahead on. I ain’t stuttin’ yo ass.” I pushed her away from me.

  She looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was more like a devilish grin. This was the first time I’d ever seen her behave like this. The woman that I knew was fragile and scared. This bitch that stood in front of me looked cold and unhinged.

  “Aye yo, Destiny, I ain’t goin’ nowhere ’til I’m ready. You need to put that axe down before you do something stupid. I thought you would’ve learned not to fuck wit’ me after what happened to you last time.”

  “Fuck you, you dirty bastard. I gave you too many chances, but you done ran out. You disgust me, running around here like you’re god’s blessing to women. You and that ole, filthy ass cock. You make my fucking soul sick and to think I fucking loved you. I should’ve left your dirty ass a long time ago.”

  I was sick of hearing her mouth. I dropped my briefcase, then took a step toward her, and slapped her face back to back.

  She stepped closer, raised the axe and cut me on my arm, twice.

  “You crazy bitch! You just fucking cut me. I’m going to beat your motherfucking ass.”

  I tried to grab at her, but the pain was intense and blood was dripping everywhere. She stood there with the axe raised with an evil look plastered across her face.

  “Come closer, so I can get your ass again,” she warned.

  “Bitch, fuck you. You better watch your motherfucking back.”

  “I done told yo’ ass, get the fuck out of my house or the next time I will go for your head. You hear me, Hassan?”

  I picked up my briefcase, put my shoes back on and walked back out the door. I need to stop this bleeding, I thought. I got back into my car. I thought about going to the hospital, but decided against it. I didn’t want to get the police involved.

  I decided to go to my Mama’s crib. She always had bandages and knew how to wrap up a wound. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around the open cut, which was pretty deep. The sight of the blood only made me angrier. I wanted to kill that bitch!

  * * *

  I pulled up at Mama’s crib on Barnes Avenue. I parked, jumped out the car, and rang the doorbell.

  “Who is it?” she hollered.

  “It’s me, Mama.”

  She opened the door, and looked at me, like I didn’t belong there.

  “What a surprise, this is. What’s this, the second time since we moved here that you’ve shown your face? Wait, is that blood dripping? What’s wrong wit’ your arm?” she became concerned.

  I walked past her and into the kitchen. “Mama, I need you to clean this for me and dress it up.”

  “Boy, what the hell done happened? Who did this to you?” She took the jacket from around my arm.

  “Man, that crazy bitch cut me with an axe.”

  “Say what? What crazy bitch and did you call the police on her ass?” she asked as she poured peroxide into my open wound.

  “Destiny, ole, dumb ass. Nah, I ain’t call the police. Shit, half the force in the Bronx knows me and I don’t want my business out there.”

  “I’m going to call Charmaine when I’m finish. You know she ’ont play when it comes down to you. I told yo’ ass to leave that old, trifling ass bitch alone, but you too damn hard-headed. Oh shoot! I almost forgot to ask you. Have you seen Imani? Josiah been looking for his mama.”

  “Nah, he called my phone, but I told him I ain’t seen her. So, he still can’t find her? I mean, even though she a ho, that ain’t like her to not let her son know where she at.”

  “Boy, watch your mouth! Imani is a good woman. I wish you would see that and quit playing with that girl’s feelings.”

  I looked at her as she spoke with such conviction. She had no idea the type of w
oman Imani really was. It hurt my heart that she even had my Mama fooled. There was no easy way to let it be known, but I had to tell her.

  After she finished bandaging up my wound, she gave me two painkillers. Ever since we were young, she was good with playing Dr. Mom. Here I was, a grown ass man, still having my Mama playing doctor. I was feeling all sorts of emotions. Now everybody was going to be up in my business all because of that bitch.

  She walked into the kitchen. I heard her on the phone. I figured she was talking to my little sister Charmaine. She was my ride or die. I knew all hell was about to break loose. Mama walked into the living room where I was seated. My arm was throbbing and my blood was boiling. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things that I wanted to do to that ho.

  “Hey bro,” Charmaine interrupted my thoughts.

  “What’s up, li’l sis?”

  “Yo! What the fuck Mama talking ’bout that bitch Destiny cut you?”

  “Yea man, me and that ho got into it and that stupid bitch grabbed an axe and cut me on my motherfucking arm.”

  “And you ain’t kill that bitch? Yo, on my Mama’s life, I’m gonna beat that bitch up. I ’ont play when it comes down to my motherfucking brother, that ho just don’t know. For real bro, I’m kind of happy you didn’t do anything stupid though. Let me handle that ho.”

  Before I could respond Mama walked into the room. I knew this was the time.

  “Mama, you and Charmaine need to sit down. I need to talk to y’all.”

  “Boy what is it? “ Mama asked.

  “Ok, this ain’t the time, but I’ma go ahead and let y’all know Josiah is not my son.”

  “What? Bro, I know you upset and all, but don’t play like that. Josiah is your son. That bitch daughter is the one you should question.”

  “Little sis, I know that’s your homegirl and all, but she a ho. I found out she was fucking Corey and Josiah is his son. They both admitted it the other day.”

  “What? Wait, I remember I told you a few years ago that there was a rumor going around that Corey was tryna mess with Imani. I tried to tell you, but you blew me off. Oh my God, that bitch. She’s my fucking friend.” Charmaine busted out crying.

  “Hassan, I hope you’re not saying this because you’re upset with her,” Mama said, with her eyes filled with tears.

  I was genuinely hurt because I could see the pain in their faces, and I knew how much they cared for Josiah. That made my hatred for Imani deeper. She had no idea what pain she had bestowed upon me and my family.

  “Listen, I know y’all hurting and shit, but I had to let it out. I couldn’t allow y’all to continue investing emotions and money into a little bastard that don’t share the same DNA as us. That bitch foul for that shit, though.”

  I looked at Charmaine; I could see she wasn’t taking it too well. She and Imani been best friends for a long time and she had no idea Josiah was not her nephew.

  “Sis, come here.” I walked over to her and hugged her.

  Surprisingly, she pushed me off. “Nah bro, this is fucked up. I rode for that bitch and this is how she repays me? I thought you were the dog and I always let that bitch know e’erything that you were doing and she made a fool out of me.”

  I looked at her, “What the fuck you mean you let her know what I was doing?”

  “Y’all stop it. Y’all hurting,” Mama yelled.

  “Nah Mama, I want to know what she meant. Charmaine, what the hell you mean?”

  “Boy don’t be yelling at me. I used to let that bitch know what was going on with you and Destiny. I honestly thought you was the one that was dogging her out. I had no idea she was really messing with Corey.” She bawled.

  I was disgusted by what my sister was saying to me. Now it all made sense. I used to wonder how Imani knew a lot of things. I had no idea my little sister would betray me like this.

  I looked at her, then at Mama. “That’s fucked up. You’re my little sister, my blood, and this how you do me?”

  “Hassan, whatever! You’re just like daddy! You want to have your cake and eat it too. She was my friend! I didn’t like how you was treating her and then you turned around and married that stupid ass bitch that disrespected your whole family. Don’t sit up here acting like you’re a victim. If you really want to know, I think you deserve all this shit,” she spat.

  “Charmaine, that’s your big brother. Don’t talk to him like that.”

  “No Mama, I’m tired of this shit. I see the way daddy treats you. He is just like Daddy,” she said and stormed out the door.

  “I’m sorry that this has happened to you. I know how much you loved that boy.” Mama gave me a hug.

  No matter what went down, I could always count on Mama to have my back and that was why she would always be the number one woman in my life.

  “So back to that heffa, Destiny. You need to get rid of her ass, soon as possible. I told you that bitch was out for herself, now you see. You need to file for divorce and get a blood test on that little girl. Don’t play no fool for these bitches. You a good man and you deserve better.”

  Mama had no idea how much I needed to hear those words. The past weeks had been crazy and I just needed to know that I had her in my corner.“I’m done with her ass, and I don’t give a fuck if Amaiya is my seed, she can have her. I don’t need the headache at all. I’m done.”

  CHAPTER TWENY-FIVE

  Destiny Clarke

  Hassan wouldn’t quit. I told his ass to leave my house and instead of going away, he stuck around to terrorize me. I was no longer scared of him, but more scared of what he might force me to do.

  I walked into my doctor’s office earlier to get my results and do a follow up visit. As usual, I was nervous and scared that this wasn’t the end of it. The bastard already had my pussy on fire and smelling like fish.

  “Good morning Mrs. Clarke. Dr. Li Yung is running a little late. Take a seat please.”

  “Good morning, thank you.”

  I flopped down in the chair. I was feeling the same way I felt before. I tried to calm myself down because it wasn’t that long ago I’d had a heart attack over this same bullshit. I was also aware that herpes couldn’t be cured. Lord help this nigga if he gave me some shit that I couldn’t get rid of. I sat there looking into space and shaking my legs. I was trying to calm my nerves.

  “Good morning Mrs. Clarke,” Dr. Li Yung startled me.

  I smiled at him, and then mumbled, “Good morning,”

  “Please come with me. How are you feeling this morning?”

  “Well, I’m feeling a little better. Sometimes I get lightheaded and I also get tired easily.”

  “All right, listen to me: I need you to avoid putting stress on your body. You were fortunate the first time when you had that heart attack, but that doesn’t mean you’re in the clear. It might be a major heart attack the next time around, if you do have one. Take a break from everything and relax.”

  “I understand doc.” I smiled at him.

  After he examined me, he asked me to go back out to the waiting area.

  I tried to pay attention to the Queen Latifah Show on the television, but my mind was all over the place and the words that were coming from the television were not registering.

  I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t see when the nurse returned. “Mrs. Clarke? Come with me,” she said.

  I followed her into Dr. Li Yung’s office.

  “Have a seat Mrs. Clarke.” He turned to face me, took off his glasses, then spoke.

  My heart started racing even before any words came out his mouth.

  “Well, I have good news and bad news. The good news is your follow-up tests are negative. You no longer have the gonorrhea or the trichomoniasis.”

  “What about the herpes?” I asked, cutting him off.

  “I’m sorry, Mrs. Clarke, but you’ve tested positive for herpes.”

  “Are you sure?” I barely mumbled.

  Deep down I heard what he said, but I still had to be sure.
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  “Yes, the test came back positive for genital herpes. Genital herpes is common and highly contagious. This infection is usually caused by the herpes simplex virus-2, HSV-2, or the herpes simplex virus-1, HSV-1, the virus that is usually responsible for cold sores. It can’t be cured, but we have medicines that can suppress the virus and prevent outbreaks.”

  I was a nurse goddammit. Everything he was telling me, I already knew. My lips trembled as tears filled my eyes. I tried not to cry, but I couldn’t. My heart was hurting. This bum not only gave me trich and gonorrhea, but he also gave me some shit that can’t be cured.

  “Mrs. Clarke, you are one strong woman, so I know you will pull through all of this. I am going to prescribe Valacyclovir, also known as Valtrex. This won’t cure it, but it will reduce the number of outbreaks and also help with the sores or blisters.”

  “Ok,” I said. I didn’t have any other words.

  “Take care of yourself,” he said, smiling and handing me a prescription paper, before he walked out of the room.

  I got up out the chair and walked out.

  “Have a good day,” the receptionist said.

  As I walked out, tears started falling. I took a long breath trying to stop myself from breaking down. I walked in a daze to my car and opened the door. I sat there for a second breathing hard, then I pulled off. I wiped my face because I was tired of crying.

  * * *

  After days of crying and praying and asking God for guidance, I decided not to kill this bitch. Believe me, I wasn’t a killer and I couldn’t put my Mama and my daughter through no drama. I knew damn well I would be gone for life if I committed murder.

  It was day five and I had to act fast. I stayed in bed until I heard Hassan’s car pulled off. I hated that I had to sneak around in my own fucking house, but I was waiting on my lawyer to file the papers.

  I walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. I stopped in the kitchen and made some Ramen noodles, then I took it downstairs.

  “Wake your ass up.” I shook her.

  She opened her eyes, saw it was me and close them back.