“Baby, please fuck me,” I screamed.
“My God! Malaya, I fucking love you,” he screamed out.
I didn’t say a word; all I knew was that this would benefit me in the long run. I wished he’d just hurry the fuck up. I was also scared because I didn’t make him use a condom. I hoped this was the last time I would be screwing this faggot.
* * *
Trent eventually moved back into our bedroom. Most nights, I just wanted to go to sleep, but he wanted to make love. I didn’t deny sex; in fact, I kept him happy. In my book, we were back to being the loving family we were known to be. I also made sure we went to lots of functions together. For the next few weeks, I played the doting wife who stood proudly beside her husband.
I turned to red wine for comfort, especially when we were having sex. As soon as we were finished, I would run to the bathroom and wash from head to toe. It’s sad that I felt this way, but after the way this bastard treated me, I couldn’t stomach him. What’s funny was that he really thought shit was great between us. He showed no remorse for what he did to me. I didn’t let my anger toward him deter me from getting things done.
* * *
Javon
Shawty was dead-ass serious when she said she wanted this nigga gone. At first, I thought she was joking, but she was not joking. I knew I said I would murk the nigga, but I soon dismissed that idea. However, she kept bringing it up every day, so I knew I had to get it done. There was something about this that didn’t sit right.
“Yo, this lawyer bitch wants me to get rid of her husband,” I turned and said to my right-hand man.
“You serious? What that nigga do to her?”
“Yo, he’s beating her and the girls.”
“Damn, dawg. You sure this bitch ain’t playing you? Why would she ask you to do that?”
“One day, he busted up her face, and I saw it. I was mad as fuck, so I told her I was goin’ to murk that nigga. But I forgot about the shit, and I thought she did too.”
“Hmm. I ’ont know, yo. You my nigga; let me do it if you goin’ to do it. You’re fucking her, so if anything happens, they’re goin’ to look at you.”
“Man, I ’ont want to bring you in this shit. This my beef.”
“Shit, you’re my brother, so it is my beef. Don’t trust that bitch, though. That’s why you should let me handle it.”
“A’ight, man; you’re right. I’ll let you know the details if I decide to carry it out.”
I tried to avoid Malaya for a few days, but she kept calling. I already knew what she wanted. I made up my mind to go ahead and have Mann-Mann handle it for me. That way I couldn’t be caught up if this bitch decided to renege.
I gave my partner the address and told him the signal to look out for. He was dressed in all-black pants and a shirt with a black hoodie on. He decided to ride out on his motorcycle, just in case he got caught into a situation.
“Man, be easy, and hit me when you’re finished.” I gave him dap.
“I’ve got you, partner.” He pulled his visor down and rode off into the pitch-dark night.
* * *
Malaya
When a woman’s been hurt by a man, it’s sometimes hard for her to ever forgive him or love him the way she used to love him. I was sure this was what I wanted because there was no other way out of this marriage. Even though we were going to counseling and Trent was being sweet, I knew it wasn’t going to last. I was tired of fucking him, and I just wanted it to stop!
I was even more shocked when he told the counselor that he started fooling around with niggas while he was attending college at VSU. I wanted to get up and scream. This nigga had been a faggot for that long, and I had no idea. It took everything in me not to walk out on that session. Instead, I sat there, feeling disgusted as fuck.
Finally, I got word from Javon that everything was going as planned. I was overjoyed that I wouldn’t have to go through this foolery for much longer. I decide to cook a big dinner today. I cooked ham, roast beef, yams, rice, and green beans, and I even baked a nice lemon cake. We drank, ate, and laughed like old times. The kids even pulled out some of their old jokes. This was definitely a dinner that we would remember for years to come.
After dinner, I went to do the dishes. “Hey, babe, let me help you clean up the kitchen,” Trent whispered as he walked up behind me and kissed me on the neck.
My body shivered but not in a good way. I used everything in me to remain still. “Nah, I’ve got it. Go relax; I will be up in a minute.”
“All righty then. I’ll be waiting for you, my love.”
I didn’t respond; I kept wiping off the counter and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. My nerves were kind of on the edge, so I poured a glass of wine and gulped it down. It took a few minutes, but my nerves were calm. I swept the kitchen and mopped the floor. It had been a long day, and I was beat, but sleeping was the last thing on my mind.
I decided to visit the girls’ rooms. I just needed them to know how much I loved them. Now that her daddy and I were back on good terms, Myesha was back speaking to me. I could see that Nyesha was happy also. I just hoped God would wrap His hands around my girls because their world was about to turn upside down. I kissed both of them, gave them a hug, and walked into my room.
“Hey, there you are. I thought you were avoiding Big Daddy.” He chuckled.
“Me avoiding you? You know I love a challenge.” I winked at him.
“Well, then, come and show me what you’re made of.”
“Let me bathe first. You sure don’t want no dirty pussy,” I said as I walked into the bathroom.
I welcomed the water on my tired body. I closed my eyes and daydreamed about Javon fucking me. I stuck my finger into my pussy to grind to the sweet melody of his voice singing in my head. “Awwee,” I barely screamed as I worked my fingers inside of my pussy. I rested one foot on the tub as I stuck two more fingers inside of me. My pussy was throbbing, and I delivered. Before I knew it, I exploded on my fingers. I shook uncontrollably as I released my sweet juices from my body. When I was finished, I grabbed my sponge and washed my pussy. By the time I got out of the tub, I was tired but sexually satisfied.
“Damn, you took forever. I would’ve fallen asleep if it weren’t for me wanting to taste that sweet pussy of yours.”
I smiled at him, cut the light off, and crawled in the bed. Trent rolled over beside me and started to suck on one of my breasts. I rubbed his head as he started fondling me with his other hand. My goal was to get his dick hard so he could fuck me. He slowly slid his dick inside of me, and I starting winding on it. “That’s what I’m talking ’bout, baby. You know how to please your man. Give me this sweet pussy, baby,” he said as he long-dicked my pussy.
I hope this shit be over soon.
After he busted, I jumped up off of the bed and ran into the bathroom. I blinked the light twice before I closed the bathroom door. “Don’t move, nigga!” I heard a voice say.
“Who the fuck are you, and what do you want?”
There was no response; I heard gunshots. They weren’t loud, just light popping sounds.
I waited for about five minutes, and then I opened the bathroom door and ran out. No one was there but Trent’s limp body. There was blood all over him. I touched his face; he wasn’t breathing.
“No, aw, no, help. Somebody help me,” I screamed as I managed to get up and run out of the room. Blood was all over my hands. I ran in Nyesha’s room.
“Mommy, what’s wrong? Is that blood all on you?” She ran over to me.
“Where’s your phone? Call 911. Your daddy is shot, and I need to find your sister.”
I ran out of the room and into Myesha’s room. She was fast asleep. “Wake up, baby. Pleaseeee. There is an intruder in the house,” I yelled.
“What, Mom? What are you talking about?” she yelled.
“Calm down. Someone broke in here and shot your father. Come on.”
I grabbed her hand, and we ran into Nyesha’s room
. She was hiding in the closet. I scooted down in between my girls, and we started to pray.
“Mom, I think I hear the police coming,” Nyesha said.
“Let’s stay here until they find us. I’m not sure if the intruders are gone.”
I heard a commotion downstairs, and then I heard footsteps running up the stairs. “We have one in here. Hello. Is anyone else in here?” I heard a man yell.
“Yes, we’re in here. Please help us,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“It’s the police, ma’am. You all are safe now,” the officer said as he shined the light on us.
“Thank God you’re here. Please go help my husband. Pleaseeeeeeeeeee,” I screamed as I collapsed on the officer.
When I finally woke up, I was on the couch in the living room. “Mom, are you okay?” Nyesha asked me.
“Yes. I was feeling dizzy. I think I blacked out for a few seconds.”
“Mom, I think Dad is dead.” She started to cry.
I moved closer and wrapped my arm around my daughter. Nyesha scooted closer to me and wrapped her hands around my waist. I wished I could take away their pain or explain to them that this was temporary. “God, please give my daughters strength,” I whispered.
“Ma’am, can we talk to you and the girls? I know it’s hard, but we need to get an idea of what happened here. I’m sorry to inform you that your husband didn’t make it. It seemed like he was shot multiple times and died instantly.”
“Noooooo! Nooooo! It can’t be; it can’t be.” I started crying with everything in me. I knew that the way I acted would be under scrutiny. “What do you want to know? I’m an attorney, so I know y’all have to question the immediate family.”
“What was your husband doing at the time of the shooting?”
“Officer, I would prefer not to answer these questions in front of the girls.”
“Sure, I understand. Detective Pelluso will take them to another room.”
After the girls were gone, I looked at the officer. “Officer, to answer your question, we had just finished having sex, and I went to the bathroom to clean up. No, I didn’t see the intruder’s face; and, no, my husband didn’t have any enemies I knew about; and, yes, we’re having marital problems, but we’re in counseling. Yes, you can check me for gunpowder residue.”
“You’re aware of the law, huh? Oh, you did mention that you were a lawyer. What type of law do you practice?”
“I’m a criminal defense attorney.”
“So, you’re one of them who gets these bums off when we lock them up,” he said sarcastically.
“Officer, no disrespect, but you’re here to investigate my husband’s murder, not worry about what I do for a living.”
“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.” His smile turned to a dumb frown.
“Okay, Officer, if we’re done here, I would like to see my children, plus call my husband’s family and inform them.”
“Ma’am, first I need you to come with me to identify if this is your husband.”
I followed him into my bedroom. His body was in the same place that he was when I last saw him. I took a quick glance and then turned away. “Yes, that’s Trent, my husband,” I cried.
“Okay, you can go to your girls. They are in the living room area.”
I ran downstairs and to my girls. “Girls, I’m so sorry, but your daddy is gone. Our love is gone,” I cried as both of them held each other and cried.
“Ma’am, do y’all have any other place to spend the night? Because this is a crime scene now, and investigators will be running in and out all night.”
“Yes, we have a few other properties that we can go to.”
“Well, I would suggest y’all grab a few things and go. I would like you and the girls to come to the precinct in the morning, so I can get their statement.”
“Okay, Officer. We will. Come on, girls. Grab a few things. Myesha, let me see your phone, so I can call your grandmother before she sees this on the news.”
I walked outside as the girls gathered a few things. I welcomed the fresh air as it beat down on my face. I felt like all eyes were on me, so I was conscious of everything that I did.
“Hey, Ma; it’s Malaya. I’m sorry to call you this late, but your son got shot.”
“What do you mean? Where is my Trent?” she yelled into the phone.
“I’m sorry, but he didn’t make it. Someone broke into the house and shot him, killing him.”
“Noooooooooooooooo!” was the last thing I heard before the dial tone.
I couldn’t imagine what she was going through because he was her only child. Well, all I could do was pray and hope that she would be all right. My only concerns were my children.
I walked back inside. Police were everywhere in the house, gathering evidence. I asked the officer to grab my cell phone out of the room. I wasn’t worried about any clothes; I could pick up a few things tomorrow.
* * *
The next day was crazier than the day he died. Myesha was inconsolable; I had to take her to the hospital. I felt bad for my child, but she needed to get it under control. Nyesha was handling it much better; she was more worried about my well-being. After they discharged Myesha from the hospital, I dropped them off at home. I called the detective on the case to see if I could go back in the house to grab a few things. He said yes and agreed to meet me at the house.
The minute I stepped foot in that room, I started bawling, and I threw up a few times. There was a big bloodstain in the room. I stepped over it to get to my drawer. I grabbed underwear and a few outfits. The detective consoled me and promised they were going to find my husband’s killer.
* * *
Javon
I sat in my living room, watching the news. “There was a murder last night in the suburb of Chesterfield. The victim was retired Detective Trent Ipswich . . .”
“Fuck.” This dumb bitch didn’t tell me her husband was a cop. This wasn’t good; that meant the whole fucking force was going to be investigating this killing.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my nigga’s number. I was on the edge; I hoped he was good. He picked the phone up.
“Yo, you good?”
“I’m straight, babe. We’ll get up tomorrow.”
“A’ight, one.” I was still tight because I felt like Malaya purposely left out that information, which meant that bitch was on some bullshit. All kinds of thoughts ran through my head; I hoped this bitch didn’t set me up.
“Babe, you a’ight? You seem a little bothered,” Tania quizzed.
“Nah, I’m good, B,” I responded.
“Oh, okay. You didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?” she asked.
“Yo, bitch, what the fuck would make you ask me such dumb shit?” I snapped.
“Damn, boy, calm your nerves. I was only playing,” Tania yelled.
“Well, that ain’t no shit to play about. My name is already in enough shit. I don’t need no more. I’m about to bounce.”
“Where are you going? Lately, you’re always gone. Are you fucking that lawyer bitch? I saw the look on your face the other day when we were in the mall. I’m no fool; I know y’all were both shocked to see the other in the mall.”
“Tania, I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking ’bout, B. Don’t start accusing me of fucking my lawyer. Matter of fact, keep your ass off the phone; quit trying to call that bitch. You fuck my case up, you will regret it,” I warned.
“Boy, please, with your idle threats. You keep trusting that bitch. I did some research. You ain’t the first dope boy client she’s ever fucked, and you definitely won’t be the last,” she lied.
“Tania, why can’t you just shut the fuck up? I told your ass, I’m not fucking this bitch! Now drop it,” I yelled.
I got up, grabbed my keys, and stormed out the door. I needed to clear my head and get away from this annoying-ass bitch right now. I jumped into my Jeep and pulled out. I hit my steering wheel to let out all the built-up frustration that I was feeling.
All these bitches were riding my nerves. I sure wished this case were over so I could get the fuck on. More and more, Tania was starting to be like one of these annoying-ass bitches out here. She kept thinking a nigga wouldn’t walk out on that ass.
I ended up sleeping in my Jeep because I didn’t want to hear all that yap, yap, yap. Once in a while, a nigga needs quietness in his life.
* * *
It was a long day. We had so much work that we had to get off of us. I was planning to chill out until our cases were over. A nigga wasn’t tryin’a catch a new one while on bond. I was about to pull off when Mann-Mann walked outside.
“You leaving?”
“Yeah, about to go collect some money. Yo, how was that shit the other night? E’erything good?”
“Nigga, relax; I do this shit for a living. I went in, handled my business, and was out in less than five minutes. I say this was the easiest kill. As long as that bitch keeps her mouth shut, we’re good.”
“We ain’t got to worry about her saying nothing; plus, she thought it was me. So, your name is definitely not in it. But thanks, yo. I owe you.”
“You’re good, fam. Be easy out there.” We exchanged daps, and I pulled off.
It’s kind of strange that I didn’t hear from Malaya. Any other day, this bitch would blow up my phone. I dialed Malaya’s number. I swear, if I found out that this bitch was playing, I might just kill that bitch after I beat this case.
“Hello. I thought we said we wouldn’t call one another.”
“Man, fuck that, you’re my motherfucking lawyer. Yo, let me ask you a question. Who else you fucking with outside of me?”
“Are you fucking serious? You know what I’m dealing with right now?”
“Man, for real, I ’ont give a fuck ’bout that right now. You wanted that shit, so quit acting like you mourning and shit.”
Falling for My Side Dude Page 7