CHAPTER FIVE
Malaya
Javon and I became inseparable. Every chance we got, we spent time together. Days turned into weeks and then months. It’s funny how time flies when you’re having fun. I was no longer worried about my marriage or even the bitches or niggas Trent was fucking. I tried my best to focus on my work and getting my pussy satisfied. At times, I had to check myself because Javon made it so easy to fall for him.
It was hard at times because I would walk through the door and there was Trent, sitting in the living room. I would shoot him a look and then run upstairs to my room. Most times, I was tired of fucking and didn’t have a bit of energy left in me to fight with Trent. Living with him was hell. Even though he barely said anything, I could feel him watching me at times. It was scarier than anything. There was something about his stares that gave me an eerie feeling.
I had court all day today, and I lost this one case that I thought I was going to win. This one weighed heavily on me because my client was a woman who shot a man who had been raping her small daughter. These fucking jurors came back with guilty for manslaughter. Shit, if I was in the same position, I would’ve killed that bastard also.
I poured a glass of wine and took a bite out of the hot wings that I bought. I wished I could get out of this funk. It’s crazy how people who are actually innocent can end up getting time, and people who are guilty get to walk. I really loved what I did, but cases such as this one made me question my career choice.
* * *
The weekend was here, and I took the girls over to Trent’s mother’s house. I wished my mother lived closer so they could visit her the way they visited his mother.
I made it back to the house. I noticed Trent’s car was parked on the side. I swear, I wished this man would just get the fucking picture and move out. I opened the door and walked in. I stepped on the stairs but turned around at the sound of his voice.
“ Oh, yeah, bitch, I realized the other day my clothes were gone. Where are my fucking clothes at, bitch? My fucking closet is empty. You better have a good fucking reason,” he yelled, waving his gun around in the air.
“I threw all of them out. Shit, most of the clothes you owned were bought with my money. When I met your ass, all you had was a few pairs of jeans and two suits. You didn’t even own a fucking decent pair of drawers.”
“Did you give my clothes to your man?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Just because you are a whore doesn’t mean I’m going to be one.”
“I see everything. I’ve watched you as you’ve come home from work, showered, got dressed, and left. I hear you coming in the house at all times of the night. I ain’t no fool, Malaya. I know one thing; I won’t be disgraced around town by some young punk because my wife wants to be a whore.”
He caught me off guard with that one. What would make him think I was fooling around? Was he following me or paying someone to follow me? I swallowed hard to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me sweat.
“Well, Trent, let me tell you this. This is my pussy, and I can fuck whoever the fuck I want to fuck. Just because we’re married on paper doesn’t mean you own me. I am done with you, so you better leave me the fuck alone. You’re gonna get high blood pressure worrying about who I’m fucking with.”
Slap! Slap! Slap! “Bitch, I will kill you! Trust me, you have no idea who you’re fucking with.” He stood over me, yelling.
I grabbed my face as this bum attacked me, slapping me in the face. I fell into the wall. I didn’t stay down. I picked myself up and ran up the stairs and opened the drawer, but my gun was gone.
“Are you looking for this?” He stood there, smiling, with my gun in his other hand.
My heart dropped when I realized I had no way to protect myself. He looked like he had been drinking, and his eyes were glossy. I had no idea what was going through his head. I tried to map out an escape plan.
“You’re not so powerful now, Miss Lawyer! I done told your ass, I ain’t going anywhere. Better yet, I will leave you the fuck alone if you sign over one of these vacation properties to me, put $350,000 in my account, and also pay spousal support and child support since you’re going to allow the kids to live with me. My children will never be around their slut-ass mother and her convict boyfriend. Only then will I leave you the fuck alone.” He lunged toward me and started choking me.
I tried scratching his face, but he squeezed harder. I tried to breathe, but I barely could.
“Bitch, I could finish you off right now, clean this shit up, and bury your ass without anyone knowing. All I’ve got to say is that you ran off with that thug you’re fucking! Now, think about the proposition I made or deal with it. We will be married until death do we part.” He squeezed harder and then let go. He shoved me hard, and I fell on the carpet.
I started coughing as tears flowed from my eyes while I felt my neck. “You should’ve killed me because you will regret this. I promise you, Trent Ipswich,” I managed to say in between coughs.
“Bitch, shut up! I was a good fucking man. All I did was fuck a slut in our bed, and you went off. You’re one ungrateful bitch. At least I didn’t have no outside kids or bring you home any damn diseases.”
I managed to get myself up off the ground. I stood up with tears rolling down my face. “Ha-ha. You want a fucking trophy for that? If you weren’t so busy fucking other niggas, I wouldn’t have to fuck anybody else. You ain’t no better than these woman beaters out here. I’m done talking to your ass, but please know I will pay you the fuck back for having the balls to put your hands on me.”
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t forget I’ve got friends in the precinct, and yes, I will be holding on to this.” He shook my gun in the air. He then walked out of my room.
I sat down on my bed and massaged my neck. The physical pain was bad, but my mental state was far worse. I couldn’t believe that he just did that to me. I wasn’t no weak bitch, so how did I just sit there and let this nigga put his hands on me like that? “Noooooooo,” I screamed out with everything in me, letting out all the frustration that I was feeling.
I got up, closed my door, and then I ran to my bathroom. I checked my neck, and it was bright red, compared to my olive skin complexion. I took two Aleve, and then I went on a mission. When I was finished, I ran in my room, crying, and grabbed my phone. I dialed Javon’s number.
“Please pick up,” I said to myself.
“Hey, love. I was waiting to hear from you.”
“Hey. He found out ’bout me and you. Can you meet me please?” I cried like I was dying.
“What the fuck? Yo, meet me now on Broad Street and Cary Street by the carwash. I’ll be there,” he yelled into the phone.
I didn’t say anything. Instead, I hung the phone up. Grabbing my purse, I opened my door and peeped out to see if he was in the hallway. The coast was clear, so I ran down the stairs, into the garage. I jumped in my car and pulled off. Blood was dripping from my face, so I used a towel I had to soak up the blood. I drove like a crazy woman, but I still kept looking behind me. I had a feeling that the car I saw earlier was Trent or one of his cronies. I cried the entire way there. I pulled up at the carwash that he told me he was at. When I spotted his car, I pulled in beside him. As soon as I saw him approaching the car, I turned up the volume of my cries.
He knocked on my window. I let it down, giving him the shock of his life. “What the fuck is wrong with your face?” he yelled.
I started crying harder. He went around to the passenger side and got in. “Answer me, B. Did that nigga do this to you?”
I shook my head yes while trying my best not to slow down on the crying. I had to make sure my story, alongside these bruises, was enough to convince him.
“Yo, what the fuck did he do that for?”
“He found out about you! He kept saying he was going to kill you, and he kept hitting me because I didn’t tell him who you were,” I cried out.
He reached over and put his arm around me.
“Listen, B, I’ma kill that nigga. He has no idea what the fuck he just did, putting his hands on you.”
“I don’t want him dead; he’s my kids’ father. I just can’t believe he would do this to me.” I hugged him tight.
“Ma, I promise you, I’ve got you. He’ll never do this to you anymore. Come on; let me get you to the hospital.”
“No, I don’t want to go there. I just want to lie down for a little while.”
“Damn, I was about to handle something real quick, but I can get you a room at the hotel real quick, get you checked in, and then I’ll come back later.”
“I thought you stayed somewhere around here. Why can’t I go to your house?” I pulled myself away from his hold.
“Ma, I just told you, I was about to handle something. I promise you; you can come over whenever I’m there.”
I peeped the nervous look on his face, but I quickly let it go. I was here for something else, something more important to me. I would revisit that situation at another time.
“Listen, babe, don’t stress yourself. I’ma handle this nigga and get you out of this fucked-up shit. Let’s see how tough this nigga is when he’s looking down on the barrel of my gun. I thought you owned a gun.”
“I do, but it was in my drawer upstairs. When he first hit me downstairs, when I did get to run up there he had already taken it out of the drawer.”
“He’s a fuck nigga for real. That nigga gonna feel my wrath. He gon’ pay wit’ his motherfucking life.”
I was very pleased with the way things turned out. I toned the crying down a little bit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you into my drama. I just didn’t know who else to turn to.”
“No, ma. Ain’t no need to apologize. I’m your man, and I should’ve been there to protect you. Matter of fact, I think you need to start looking for a new place. Get away from that fuck nigga.”
“I need to have a talk with my girls and let them know that we have to move out,” I lied.
“A’ight, good. Now, let’s go find this room. You okay to drive? Or do you need me to drive you?”
“I’ve got it; you can follow me.”
He got out of my car and got into his car. I pulled off, and he pulled off right behind me.
I quickly dried my tears, but I couldn’t get rid of the pain from the cuts on my forehead. I used my right hand and dug into my purse. I pulled out my bottle of Aleve and took out four pills. I used an old soda I had in the car to wash them down. Hopefully, that would ease the pain a little. I knew it would hurt but, shit, I didn’t bargain for this much pain. I felt like my brain was gonna come through my skin at any minute.
I pulled into the parking lot and parked. There was no way I could walk up to the receptionist like this without bringing attention to my face. The last thing I needed was for people to question me about my injuries. I dialed his number and waited for him to respond.
“Yo.”
“J, can you get the room? I don’t want people to see me like this.”
“I’ve got you! I will let you know, and you can enter through the side door.”
I sat in the car, waiting. Ten minutes later, he called me on the phone. I grabbed my purse, locked my car, and snuck in without bumping into anyone.
“Ma, you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?”
“I’m sure. I’m gonna take a hot bath and lie down for a little.”
“A’ight. I’ma run a few errands. I will be back in a li’l while. Hit my line if you need me.” He stepped toward me and hugged me tight.
After he left, I got up and put the lock on the door. I was in my feelings that here I was, all beat up, and this nigga left. What could be so damn important that his ass couldn’t stay and take care of his woman?
I took a long bath, thinking of my master plan. I was shocked that little ol’ me could actually come up with such a brilliant idea. See, these niggas thought that I was only a great lawyer. They had no idea that I was also a master thinker. Soon enough, they would both find out I was not to be fucked with.
I got out of the shower and cleaned up my wounds with peroxide that I had grabbed earlier out of my medicine cabinet at home. The bleeding stopped, but the swelling was still there. I thought of calling the police to get Trent arrested, but that would be too damn easy. He had half of them motherfuckers in his pocket, so that was useless.
Now that I cleaned myself up, I called room service. I ordered a well-done steak dinner and a bottle of champagne. It was my way of rewarding myself for my brilliant performance. I almost choked, laughing at myself.
I made a mental note to be careful from this point on. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was screwing my client. At the end of the day, the dick wasn’t worth the problem or the embarrassment that would come down on my law firm and me.
CHAPTER SIX
Malaya
“You are glowing lately. Let me find out you’re getting some,” Dana joked.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Who else would I be talking about? I’ve noticed how happy you’ve been the last few days. I’ve also noticed the flowers getting delivered daily, and my nosey behind also noticed the young, handsome Mr. Sanders has been popping up without appointments. And, the other day, I saw you getting out of his car and him pulling off.”
“Damn, have you been spying on me? You notice a lot of shit.” I laughed.
“Hmm, so being the future lawyer I am, I’ve learned to read people’s behavior. So, being the pro I am, I think there is a love connection going on between you and Mr. Sanders.” She looked at me.
I thought about lying but decided to let the secret out. After all, this bit of information may become handy one day. “Well, you know I’m married, and I can’t let this get out because he is my client. But, yes, Javon and I have been seeing each other. But you know I’m still married, plus he is looking at prison time, so it ain’t that serious.”
“So, did he tell you about his fiancée?”
“His what?” I gave her a strange look.
“She called the office the other day. She wanted to know what she could do to help his case. She said she wanted to testify because of the charges they brought against him. She was there with him and his children.”
She caught me off guard with this shit. This nigga and I talked about lots of shit. How the fuck could he leave out this little bit of information?
“Malaya, you all right? He didn’t tell you, did he?”
“Uh, yes, girl. I knew about her. It’s no biggie; he’s my fuck partner. You know Trent and I have been having our issues, so he was just something to pass the time.”
“I hear you talking, but I think y’all are definitely in love with each other. You’re my friend, and I don’t want you to be hurt, so just be careful. Sometimes these hood niggas be coming with a lot of drama that you may not be prepared to deal with,” she said with a sincere look on her face.
“Thank you for looking out for me, but I’m a big girl, and I can definitely take care of myself.” As soon as I said that, I remembered that Trent took my gun away from me. I made a mental note to report it stolen so I could get another one.
“Come on. Let’s get back to the office,” I said as I got up. Lunch was great, but I was ready to get back to the office.
On the walk back to the office, even though Dana was talking about a bunch of foolishness, my mind was not there. I couldn’t wait to get into my office. I couldn’t believe this nigga had a bitch and didn’t tell me. But, on the real, I had no idea why I was mad. He was my dick on the side, not my man.
I entered my office and closed the door. I quickly sat down and pulled up his number on my cell phone. He didn’t pick up, and his voicemail came on. I hit redial, and it started ringing again.
“Yo,” he answered without a care in the world.
“So, you’ve got a woman and didn’t tell me?”
“What the fuck are you talkin’ about, B?”
“Your fiancée
called my office talking about she wants to help wit’ your case.”
“Man, you trippin.’ You may be talkin’ bout my baby mama, but you already know about her.” He laughed nervously.
“Why in God’s name would your baby mama think y’all are engaged? I’m not for no drama or games. You have a bitch; you need to let me know. I’m too grown to be running around with other people’s men.”
“Ma, listen to me. I done told you, I ain’t got no woman. Shit, if I did, I wouldn’t be pursuing you the way I’m doing. The only woman I want is you. I’ll be happy when your ass gets a divorce from that fuck nigga. Anyways, we goin’ finish this later ’cause I’m in the middle of handling something.”
I hung the phone up without saying bye. I couldn’t say that I fully believed what he was saying to me. I wasn’t stupid. If she was his baby mama like he claimed, why was she calling my office to offer her help? I was irritated to my soul because, even though he wasn’t my man, we’d been spending a lot of time together; plus, I couldn’t have another bitch threatening what I was trying to do.
* * *
Javon
I was pissed as fuck when I saw what ol’ boy did to my bitch. I knew that was her husband, but I needed her. I couldn’t have anything or anybody threatening my well-being. My first thought was to go over there and blow his fucking head off, but I quickly dismissed that idea. I couldn’t risk Tania hearing about this. Even though Malaya wasn’t my main bitch, I ain’t gon’ lie, she was growing on me a little. Not only that, this bitch was my only ticket to stay out of prison. I knew that one day, me and that fuck nigga was going to meet and, when we did, it was going to be the day that his life would end.
I was on my way to have a meeting with the crew. For days, I had a lot of shit on my mind. Even though I fucked with these niggas, I had that deep feeling that Abraham was right, and after Malaya told me that they had a confidential informant working with them, that really confirmed it.
We decided to meet up at the new spot, even though I knew that if we had a rat on the team, the police may have already known about it. There was no way I was gonna let these fucking pigs stop my money flow.
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