“I brought you something to eat.”
“Bitch, fuck you, I done told yo ass I ain’t hungry. If you goin’ kill me, go ahead and do it, ’cause if you don’t and I get out of here, I’m goin’ kill your motherfucking ass. You hear me?” she yelled.
“Shut up already.” I punched her in the face, soon as she turned her head to look at me.
This time she didn’t scream, she just sat there staring at me, with her face balled up.
“You know Imani, I’m trying to help yo ass for real, but you are too young and dumb to see that. I could’ve killed you, ’cause believe I done thought about it, but I didn’t because as much I hate yo ass for the pain you brought to my life, I can’t really put all the blame on you. I have to blame that sorry ass nigga that I called my husband.”
“How you trying to help me? By kidnapping me and feeding me fucking Ramen Noodles. I ain’t shower in days and my fucking son must be losing his mind, looking for his mama,” she cried.
Damn, I never thought about the little bastard, until she mentioned him.
“Well you have no one to blame, but yourself. Instead of playing mommy to the little monkey, you was over here chasing a cock that doesn’t belong to you. Bitch you need to accept some of this blame. As long as there are bitches like you who enable these no good ass niggas, they will continue to treat us good women wrong.”
“You know what Destiny? I had enough of your fucking preaching. All that self-righteous shit you talking is not goin’ make Hassan love you or stay faithful to you. So bitch, let’s get to the point: what is it you want from me?” she yelled.
I was happy no one else was home because this dumb ass bitch was really showing her ass. I thought she would have never asked. I learned a long time ago that if you couldn’t fight these hoes, it was best you joined them. I had the perfect plan in mind. I just hoped that it didn’t backfire on me because the fact was that this ho couldn’t be trusted.
* * *
Imani Gibson
A bitch like me grew up in the South Bronx and I’d had plenty fights growing up. Bitches in my neighborhood knew not to fuck with me because I was beast with my hands. I have never lost a fight and had no intention on losing one now.
This was the main reason why I was in my fucking feelings. I had no idea this bitch had it in her to try some slick shit. The way Hassan described her, I thought she was some scared-ass, bougie bitch from the country. I didn’t see anything wrong when she invited me inside and the whole time, I had it in my head how I was gonna beat her down once I got inside.
I didn’t see it coming when that bitch sprayed me with mace and I was definitely caught off guard when she hit me upside the head. All I knew at that moment was that I was scared for my life. I had no idea what was going through the bitch’s mind. I saw the desperation in her eyes and to be honest, I was scared this bitch would kill me.
“God, please protect me, I can’t die. My son needs me,” I whispered a silent prayer as tears flowed from my eyes.
I wasn’t sure what time of the day it was. Later that day, when I woke up she had me tied up in what seemed like a basement. I thought of trying to escape, but my hands and feet were tied together. I wanted to rip this bitch’s neck off her body. I hoped Hassan would show up and show this bitch who he really loved, but it was wishful thinking because that nigga didn’t show up.
After days of laying on the concrete floor, my body started to ache. I drank the water she fed me, but refused to eat the noodles. I didn’t eat that shit at home and damn sure wasn’t going to start eating them now. I prayed that my son would go to the police and report that I was missing and hopefully they would have some sense to come up in here and search.
That hope soon diminished and my anger turned to fear. Each time she approached me, I dreaded it was my last moment. This bitch looked like a sociopath that could snap at any given moment. I tried most of the time to remain calm because I didn’t want to trigger her anger. The last time that I said some fucked shit to her, that bitch hit me in my face. In my mind, I was on survival mode and was willing to do any and everything to get out of this fucked up situation that I had managed to get myself into.
* * *
“Sit up.” She pulled me up.
“What the hell you want now?”
“Sit up and shut up. You need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes.”
I didn’t say anything, I just shot that bitch a dirty look. Ho, I’m going to beat the brakes off you, I thought.
“All right this is it. I understand that you’re in love with my husband and you want me out of the picture, but let me break it down for you honey. I’m going to file for divorce and I’m going to take everything. Yes you heard me right. Everything. When I’m done with that lowlife piece of shit, the only thing he’s going to have left is the dirty drawers on his ass. Now this is it: you need to decide who you rolling with.”
“What the fuck you mean, who I’m rolling with? Hassan is my man and my loyalty is to him.”
“Listen to me little bitch, stop thinking like a dummy. You’re young and you have a child. I am offering you a way to get on your feet and get away from this two-timing ass nigga. Don’t be stupid. Good cock and loyalty don’t pay no bills, you hear me?”
I swear I wasn’t trying to fall into this bitch’s web of deceit. Here she had me tied up and she really believed that I was going to trust a word that came out of her mouth. I didn’t say anything; I played along with her ass. That was until she made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.
I first behaved like I wasn’t interested, but I finally gave in after she continued to coerce me,. I was very desperate to get up out of here and get back to my baby. She thought she was playing me, but I was focused on the bigger picture.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Hassan Clarke
I was nervous as I waited patiently to get news on that nigga Corey. I couldn’t sleep because of that shit that he and Imani pulled. I was angry with myself; all these years I had been taking care of a seed that wasn’t mine. Somebody had to pay.“Mr. Clarke, the police are here to see you.” Shari buzzed in.
My eyes popped open. The police? What in God’s name would the police want with me ? Oh hell nah, I hope it wasn’t about Corey.
“My God,” I mumbled.
“Tell them I’m on my way out.”
I got up from behind the desk. My legs trembled as I walked out of my office. I saw two white police officers standing in the waiting area. My first instinct was to run, but there was nowhere to escape to.
“Good morning officers. I’m Attorney at Law Hassan Clarke. How may I help you officers?”
“Can we step into your office?”
Shit, this had to be serious, I thought.
“Follow me, gentlemen.” I walked into my office.
I took a seat at my desk. “What is this about?”
“Well, we’re here because a missing report was filed for one Imani Gibson and we were told that you and her had some kind of personal relationship. We were wondering if you have any idea where she might be?”
“Ms. Gibson and I dated for a brief moment, but I haven’t seen or talked to her in over a month. So the answer would be no, I have no idea where she might be.”
“Do you know any of her friends or family that she might be with?”
“No, I do not. We were only sleeping together and I’ve never met any family members. I’m afraid that I can’t help you guys. If you all will excuse me, I have a meeting that I have to prepare for.”
I got up and walked toward the door, opening it up.
“Well, here’s my card. If you hear from her or if you remember anything, please don’t hesitate to call.”
“Sure.” I took the card out of his hand.
I stood at the door as they both walked out of the office.
After they were out of sight, I walked back into my office and shut the door. I took a long breath and sat down in my chair. I tried to bring my anxiety level b
ack down to normal. I just knew my life was over when I heard that the police was here.
The rest of the day at the office was spent in a daze. At first I thought Imani might be shacked up with that nigga Corey’s ass, but it seemed to be more serious since the police were involved. I was angry with her and had said some fucked up shit, but I prayed to God nothing foul was wrong with her. Deep down I was still in love with her and I needed to find her.
* * *
That evening I left work a little bit earlier so I could stop by her apartment. I rang the doorbell and waited. I was hoping that Josiah was home and could shed some light on the situation. Deep down I knew that Imani would not have left him alone. There was no answer, so I turned to walk away, but right then, the door opened.
“What do you want?” Josiah stood in the doorway.
“Did you hear from your mom?”
“Why? When I called you a few days ago, you acted like you didn’t care. Shit, for all I know you could’ve done something to her.”
“Yo, you better chill out little man. You should be careful, throwing accusations around like that.”
“Yo I ain’t no little man and I say what I want to say. First you beat her up and now she’s missing. You’re the lawyer. I say that’s evidence.”
I took a few steps toward him and punched him in the face. “Watch your motherfucking mouth, little nigga.” He grabbed me and tried to flip me. We ended up tussling on the ground.
“Stop it, get off him.” A woman ran out of the apartment and over to us.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Imani’s cousin. I came over when Josiah called to let me know my cousin hasn’t been home in days. And you are?”
“This the nigga that beat her up the other day. My so-called sperm donor,” he spat and got up off the ground.
“I’m Hassan. The police came to my office today so I decided to stop by to ask this little dude if he had any idea where his moms might be.”
I stood to my feet, loosened my tie, and gritted on Josiah.
“Well, all this ain’t called for. I haven’t heard from my cousin and this ain’t like her to just up and disappear. I just hope she’s all right because Josiah needs his mama.”
“Yo, it was a mistake for me to come over here.” I walked off.
Truth was I was hoping Imani might’ve come home by now. I had no intention to get into it with his ass, but lately that little nigga was being mad disrespectful and I was not going to tolerate it.
He got me real good when he punched me in my lip. I touched it to make sure it wasn’t busted. A saw a little spot of blood so I used my hand to wipe it off then bit down hard on it. If this nigga didn’t straighten up, I’d show his young ass that I’m a grown ass man. I got in my car and drove off. Imani was weighing heavily on my mind. Where are you? I thought to myself.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Destiny Clarke
You could call me a fool for letting this bitch stay alive, but after spending days praying and asking for guidance, the only option I had was to let her go. Hassan was a two-timing ass and a son of a bitch, and I had too much going for myself to risk going to prison over him and his dirty ass cock.
I knew I risked going to prison for kidnapping if that whore decided to go the police. However, I did know her ass was money hungry and I gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I gave her ten grand up front if she would help me. At first she laughed in my face like I was a joke, but being the money hungry whore she was, she finally saw things my way.
“I hope I can trust that you won’t tell anyone about this. I will give you another forty grand after everything is over and done with. It’s enough money to get you and your son back on y’all feet.”
“Sure, but how do I know I can trust you?”
“I guess we will never know right. I feel like together we can get a lot accomplished. You don’t need his ass. The way I see it, he’s already replaced us with that white bitch.”
“You know about her?” she quizzed.
“Yea. I know about all the bitches he’s been fucking. That’s why I don’t know which one of y’all burned his ass. When you get out of here, you better go get your ass checked out.”
She didn’t respond, she just sat there staring at me. I could see she was heartbroken by the information I just fed her ass. I wanted to laugh at this silly bitch; she had no idea that the way she got him was the same way she would lose him. I smiled at her and said, “Listen, I’m about to untie the rope. Please don’t make me regret this.”
I untied the rope and helped her to her feet. A raw stench hit my nose and I covered it with my hand.
“You need to take a shower ASAP. That pussy of yours is stinking. Hold on.”
I walked to the top of the stairs and looked around. I had to make sure the house was empty. Lord knows the last thing I needed was to have Hassan pop up on me.
“Come on up here.” I motioned to her.
I waited until she got to the top of the stairs, then I walked upstairs.
“Where are we going?”
“You need to wash your ass. Ain’t no way you goin’ sit down in my car with your shit smelling like that.”
I walked over to the spare bathroom upstairs. There was no way I was going to let that bitch wash her ass in the same tub I bathed in.
I handed her a bar of soap and a washcloth. After I was sure she was bathing, I went to my room and grabbed a new pair of Victoria Secret underwear. I then looked through my closet for a jogging suit that I hadn’t worn yet. I didn’t think this bitch was worthy to put her ass in anything that I owned.
After she washed her ass and looked halfway decent. I decided to take her to where her ride was parked. On the ride there, she was quiet. I was really worried that this bitch might back out on me and go to the police.
“Aye, you quiet over there. Are you aiight?”
“Aiight? I’ve been kidnapped for days, and you think I’m aiight. Lady, after all this is over with, I want you out of my life for good. You hear me?”
“I already told you what I want. I don’t want to be your fucking friend. You need to be careful of everything that you do. Hassan is far from being a fool and by the look of your face the other day, you know what he is capable of doing too.” I looked at her with a serious face.
When we got to the location where I parked her crossover, it wasn’t there.
“Where is my shit at?” she yelled.
“Relax. It might’ve gotten towed. You need to call around and find out. Here’s the money that I promised. You will get the rest later, as agreed.”
She looked at me and turned her head.
“I’m about to drop you off at home. I’m pretty sure they were looking for you. Please have your story straight. You know how to make up a believable story? Just tell them you needed a break.”
“You ain’t got to tell me what to say. I got this. Don’t think for a minute I like yo ass. I’m not doing this to help you. I’m doing this because that bastard played me and left me for dead.”
“That will work.”
I pulled up at the address that I caught Hassan.
“Here you go, give me your number and I will contact you in a few days. I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us.”
She gave me the number, and I put it into my phone. She got out of the car without saying another word.
I didn’t hang around and pulled off. I was nervous, but confident that she would keep her word. Not because I thought that whore was loyal, but because I knew she was hurt and like me, she was determined to take his ass down for her own reasons. I didn’t care what her motives were. I needed all the help that I could get.
* * *
After I dropped her off, I decided to swing by Mama’s house. It’d been days since I’d seen my baby girl. I didn’t want her at the house because at the time I had no idea how the situation was going to play out. Mama knew something was up and she kept calling to check up on me, or so s
he said. I knew she was worried about me and I hated that I had to put her through this. She didn’t understand, but if that bitch decided to go to the police, I‘d be the only one she could implicate in the situation.
I pulled up and got out. I was still feeling nervous from all the things that had happened the last few days. I looked around to make sure the police weren’t following me. I rang the doorbell and waited. A few seconds later, Mama opened the door.
“I almost didn’t answer the door. What happen to calling before you come over?”
“You’re my Mother so that don’t apply to me. Furthermore, my child is here,” I joked and walked past her.
“Mama, Mama.” Amaiya ran over to me.
“Hey baby.” I kissed her on the cheek.
“Can I come home now? I love it here with grandma, but I miss being in my own space.”
“Yes, you can come home.”
“The last time I saw you, you were acting all kind of crazy. What changed from then until now?” Mama asked.
“Mama, I told you the other day that I can’t bring you into this and that still stands. I need you to trust me on this,” I said in an annoyed tone.
I knew she meant well, but I already told her that I didn’t want to involve her in anything.
“Did you talk to that lawyer? Don’t you sit over there and listen to his foolishness. Long as you keep taking him back and putting up with his foolishness, that man ain’t goin’ change his ways.”
“Mama, I hear you loud and clear. Ain’t nobody falling for his foolishness. I haven’t talked to that man at all. Trust me, I’m sick and tired of being hurt and I really am ready to move on with my life.”
I got up and walked into the kitchen, where Amaiya was. “Get your stuff together so we can go.”
Mama walked in behind me, “Destiny I didn’t mean to make you upset. You’re my child and I’m tired of seeing you hurt.” She started crying.
I stepped closer to her and hugged her. “Come here, Mama. I’m not upset with you, I just want all this to be over already. I want to move on with my life, you know?”
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