“Well, kind of. I don’t know yet. I do feel the things you described. So, he may be the one.”
“How long have you been seeing this boy, and who is he?”
“Ma, I’ve been talking to him for a little over a month, and he’s from the Bronx. You don’t know him. So, Ma, did you feel like that for Daddy?”
My stomach turned as soon as she mentioned that bastard. I swear, I blocked out everything about that nigga. I tried to not even think of his name. I was so over him and all of his bullshit.
She must’ve seen the look on my face. “Sorry, Ma. I know things are still painful for you.”
“It’s okay, baby.” I squeezed her hand. “Baby, I know you’re growing up and all, but you still have time to fall in love. Right now you need to focus on finishing school and going away to college.”
“Ma, I make straight A’s, and I’m going to college, remember? I’m not doing anything to let you down.”
I couldn’t even say anything. She was right. She was doing great in school. Graduation was right around the corner, and she was going away to college in Buffalo in the fall. I guess I should’ve been grateful that my only child was not pregnant or screwing every little boy out there. As far as I knew, she was still a virgin.
“Amaiya, are you still a virgin?”
“Ma, why would you ask me that? I think that’s private.”
“I’m your mother. Ain’t no privacy. Baby, if you’re having sex, can you please let me know so I can put you on birth control?”
“Mother, I’m not having sex, and yes, if I decide to, I will let you know,” she replied sarcastically and walked off.
I stood there thinking, She doesn’t know how lucky she is. I wish I had the opportunity to choose who I wanted to sleep with. Instead, that old bastard took away my innocence and scarred me for life. I made sure my baby didn’t have to go through that shit. As long as I was breathing, I would make sure that a nigga never takes anything from my daughter that she didn’t agree to.
***
Spencer called and asked me to get dressed. I learned to never question where we were going. All I knew was the man was full of surprises. I took a look in my closet and realized that it was time to do some shopping. I was going to get rid of all of my old clothes and buy some younger, sexier clothes to show off the little weight that I had lost.
By the time I was finished dressing, I heard the horn blowing. I was dressed in a skintight dress and some sandals to compliment it. I grabbed my Dooney & Burke clutch purse and my keys.
“Amaiya, I’m stepping out for a little while. Lock up these doors, and call me if you need me.”
“Aiight, ma!” she yelled back.
I doubted that child heard a word that I said. She was still giggling on the telephone. Whatever that boy was saying must’ve been hitting a spot. I laughed to myself, set the alarm, and sashayed out of the door.
I smiled as I spotted my sexy lover standing outside of the car, waiting on me. I walked up to him and fell into his arm.
“Hey, love. Hmm, you smell good. Maybe we need to stay in tonight.”
I poked him and burst out laughing. “You’re so damn nasty.”
“But you love you some me.” He hugged me tightly. “Let’s go, lady.” He walked to my side and opened the door.
I got in the car, and then, he got behind the wheel and pulled off.
“So where are we off to, Mr. Mysterious?”
“Relax, babe. I got you.”
I smiled and closed my eyes as I lowered my seat. I loved how I was feeling. I wanted that forever, but somehow, I thought it might not last. I hoped it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
The smooth rhythm of Luther Vandross’ voice came through the speaker, definitely putting me in serene mood. I felt peaceful as he reached over and took my hand in his. This was definitely the kind of love that you only saw in the movies. This was our fairytale life, and I didn’t want it to ever end.
He pulled up to Benjamin Steakhouse. It was an upscale restaurant that celebrities frequented. I knew the man had some connections, but this was definitely a different kind of scenery. Once we were seated at our table, I ordered the seafood platter while he ordered a steak meal. I also ordered red wine to go along with my meal. After we finished eating, Spencer scooted closer to me. I knew he wasn’t trying to get any pussy at the table, so that seemed strange.
“Woman, you know I’m in love with you, right?”
“Yup, and I’m in love with you too, babe.”
He got up from the seat and knelt down in front of me. I looked around, feeling kind of embarrassed that he was kneeling in front of me like that.
“Spencer, get up. Everybody’s looking at us.” I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him up.
“Always and forever
Each moment with you
Is just like a dream to me
That somehow came true, yeah
And I know tomorrow
Will still be the same
Cuz we got a life of love
That won't ever change and
Everyday love me your own special way
Melt all my heart away with a smile
Take time to tell me you really care
And we'll share tomorrow together
Ooh baby, I'll always love you forever,” Luther Vandross’ song blasted loudly over our heads.
“Baby, Destiny, you’re my life and the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with. Will you be mine forever?”
He reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a ring box. My throat got dry instantly, and tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that moment was real. I blinked to prevent the tears from falling. I looked around and saw that the other patrons were gathered around, smiling and clapping. I looked down at him still holding the ring in his hand.
“Spencer, yes. You know I want to marry you.” I started to cry.
He took the ring and placed it on my finger. The ladies in the crowd started yelling and clapping. He got up and hugged me, and we started kissing.
“You’re one lucky woman. Hold on to him, honey!” an older woman yelled.
“Can I have this dance?”
He took my hand, and we danced to the sultry voice of Luther. I was an emotional wreck as I held on tight to my future husband. I’d been down that road before, but this time, it felt different. I felt the strong hold that Spencer had on my heart.
I was floating on cloud nine because I knew that he loved me, and I loved him. However, I had no idea that he wanted to marry me. After all, I was damaged goods. On the way home, we both were silent. I guess we were caught up in our thoughts. I closed my eyes and imagined what our life would be like as husband and wife.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hassan
I finally got shipped to Clinton Correction Facility in Upstate, New York. I didn't belong there because they housed some of the country’s most notorious criminals. It was funny because I frequented that very prison when I was an attorney.
I wasted no time once I hit the compound. I immediately flocked to the law library. I spent countless hours researching cases that were similar to mine. I used my expertise and knowledge of the law to aide me. I was determined to fight my case. I knew that they didn't have any evidence on me because the truth was, I was nowhere near Imani when she got killed. There was no way that I was going to lay in there and take the blame for that. I laid in my cube and wondered what the fuck Destiny was doing? I wondered if she was still fucking that nigga she dissed me for. It was fucked up that every letter I sent that bitch was returned. The bitch even went as far as turning my daughter against me. I would bet you any money that bitch had my daughter calling that nigga daddy. The thought of that stirred up hatred in my heart. I have to get out of here, I thought before I jumped up and grabbed the papers that I had printed from the law library.
"You straight, partner?" My bunkmate, Junior, asked in his thick, Jamaican accent.
"Nah, son. I’ve
got to get outta here. I won't rest ‘til I get out of here."
"Well, dats sometin’ we all want. Hopin’ is not bad at all."
"Fuck hoping. I didn't do that shit. That bitch set me up."
"Who, your wife?"
"Yes, that bitch killed my whore and put the blame on me."
"Bloodclaat, you is serious, bossman. Di gyal set yuh up. Yo a some lick that gyal want inna har bomboclaat face."
I tried my best to comprehend, but I couldn't understand shit except the fact that he was angry. I just looked at him and laid back on my bunk, burying my head deep into my thoughts.
JOSIAH
I was in a deep sleep when the buzzing of my phone interrupted me. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't. Damn, I had pulled an all-nighter and just laid down. I reached and picked up the phone from the nightstand.
"Yo," I answered, still half sleep.
"Hey, babe." Her sexy voice woke me up.
"Hey, boo," I responded.
"Boy, you know what time it is?”
"Nah, B, but you already know I was grindin' all night, so a nigga is tired."
"Yeah, I guess so. I was tryna see you today," she whined."
“Lemme get a few hours of shut eye, then we can chill. Did yo mom say it was cool?"
"I ain't ask her. I told her I was going to the mall with Trish."
"That will work. Aiight, babe." I hung the phone up and put it back on the table.
"Haha," I chucked to myself. I rolled back over and thought back on the day that I met her. After watching the video that Mama left, I knew I had to act fast. It was easy for me to find the address. I spent many days scoping out the scene while trying to figure out how I was going to get my revenge. I watched as Amaiya, yes, that was the little bitch, got in her car and left for school. I followed them and watched as she hopped out of the car and walked into Truman High School. The rest was easy!
Truman was like my stomping ground, and I had a few homies who also attended that school. It wasn't as easy as I thought. It took me almost three weeks before she even gave me any play. At first, she pretended like she wasn't interested, but I could spot a freak a mile away, and her little ass was ready to fuck. That was then and this is now. Amaiya Clarke was now officially my bitch. That bitch was looking for love, but for me, it was personal. Fucking her was an added bonus. What I really wanted was to fuck that little bitch while her mama watched. Be easy, patience, I thought as I dozed off.
It was a little after 3 p.m. when I finally woke up. I felt good because that little nap really gave me life. I took a quick shower and rolled me a blunt of that Loud. I had to get my mind right before I met up with ole girl. I took a few pulls and then took a sip of some Peach Ciroc. The mixture of the weed and alcohol had me feeling tipsy. I picked up my phone and dialed my bitch’s number. She didn't pick up, so I hung up. That wasn't like her. Normally she would pick up on the first ring. I called right back.
“Hello." She answered with an attitude.
"Yo, what's good? You a’ight?"
"I'm mad as hell. Trish is on punishment, so she can't go to the mall, and my mama trippin', talking bout she got to meet you first."
"So, what’s the problem? I think it's time I meet my future mother in law. Don't you think?"
"I guess. It’s just that I don't know if I'm ready for you to meet her. My mom’s kind of crazy."
"Chill out. I promise I'll be on my best behavior."
"Aargh," she growled.
"Babe, listen, I plan on being with you forever. I know we young and shit, but I can't imagine my life without you in it."
The phone got silent for a while, and then she spoke. "Aww, bae, don't make me blush."
"Man, I'm on my grown man shit. You my bitch, for real."
"Boy, what did I tell you about that word? I ain't no female dog. I'm a queen."
"Man, you know what the hell I was trying to say. Girl, you’re mine. Straight up."
"Alright. Do you want to meet her in an hour?"
"That's cool with me. I'll be there."
"Okay, I’ll see you in a little while."
"Bet." I hung up the phone.
Shit, I spent days, probably weeks, trying to figure out how I was gonna make it up in that house, and come to find out, I didn't even have to try hard. I jumped up off the couch, grabbed my car keys, and headed out of the door.
CHAPTER SIX
Destiny
Amaiya was definitely feeling herself because her ass tried to pull a fast one on me. She wanted to hang with her friend, but as usual, I made the phone call to make sure that she was going with who she said that she was going with. Come to find out, her friend was on punishment and was not going anywhere.
“Why did you lie?”
“Ma, what you talkin’ bout now?”
“Amaiya, I just spoke to Trish’s mother. She is grounded and is not going to the mall with you,” I said.
“Why did you go behind me? I am not a little girl anymore!” she yelled.
I looked at her like she had lost her got damn mind. “Lower your effing voice before I do it for you. I don’t know how your friends talk to their mamas, but in here, you will respect me. You hear me, little girl? Now, let’s try this again. Where are you going and with who?”
“I want to go to the mall with Jose’, but I knew that if I told you that, you would trip out.”
“So your ass was just goin’ lie to me? When did you start lying to me? I taught you better than that. I thought we had a bond where you could come to me. I don’t have an issue with this boy, but before you start going anywhere with him, I need to meet him. It is too dangerous out in these streets.”
“Ma, c’mon,” she whined.
“I’m so serious, Amaiya. If you want to continue seeing this boy, I need to meet him and possibly his parents.”
She looked at me like I was talking in a foreign language. I was done saying what I had to say. I turned around and walked out of her room.
I wasn’t feeling that lying shit, especially over simple shit. If she didn’t know, her ass would learn fast that I was not the one to play with.
JOSIAH
I turned the music up loud. Kept It Too Real by Plies blasted through the speakers. I was a street nigga who believed in an eye for an eye. I was gonna get my revenge at any cost necessary. I chilled with my niggas on the corner of 225th and White Plains Road for a minute. I checked the time and realized that it was ten to five. I gave them daps and bounced.
"Text me your address," I told Amaiya before I clicked end on the phone.
I took a glance at the address and then pulled off. I noticed that she lived in the country. It wasn’t no biggie. Thirty-five minutes later, I pulled up in front of a mini mansion.
A rush of jealousy came over me. I shook the feeling real fast and put Visine in my eyes to hide the fact that I was high. I put on a dab of oil to mask the smell of weed. I got out of the car and walked toward the door. The door opened slowly. I thought that Amaiya would be at the door, but instead, it was an older woman who looked like her twin. I stood there frozen for a second. I tried to find the words to say 'Hello,' but it was like my tongue was tied up.
"Hello, you must be Jose'?" I almost asked who the fuck Jose' was, but then I quickly remembered that Jose’ was the name I had given Amaiya.
"Yes, that's me. You must be Mrs. Clarke."
"Well, I'm divorced, so you can call me Destiny. Come on in."
I followed that bitch inside, and she locked the door behind us.
"Hey," Amaiya said.
"Hey." I gave her a smile.
"Come on in, and sit down. Dinner is almost ready."
I followed both those bitches into the dining room. I noticed that Amaiya was acting nervous. I figured that was because she was around her mother. Truth is, I wasn't really hungry, but I had to play the role. Besides, I didn’t want to raise any kind of suspicion. I sat beside Amaiya and across from the bitch that had caused my mother's death. I stared in that
bitch's eyes as I plotted out ways to kill her. I glanced at the knife that was beside the roast beef and thought about sticking it in her throat. Nah, I quickly changed my mind. I didn’t want a bloody situation, plus the timing wasn’t right. The hardest part was getting in here. From this point on, it should be a piece of cake, I thought as I took a big piece of the roast beef.
I had a feeling that the bitch wasn't feeling me. She thought I didn't pay attention to the way she screwed her face up when she thought I wasn’t looking. I was happy when dinner was over. For a minute I thought I was gonna snap on that bitch, but I kept it cool.
"It was nice meeting you, Jose’. Let me ask you a question. Are you from around here?"
"Nah, we’re from Queens. We moved to the Bronx a few months ago."
“You and your family?"
"No ma'am, just my mom and I."
"I see. Maybe next time, we can invite your mom over for dinner."
"That's very thoughtful of you, ma'am, but my mom passed last year."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Destiny
There was something about this Jose’ boy that I didn't like. From the minute he stepped foot in my house, I smelled trouble. I dismissed it at first, but that feeling stayed with me the entire time he was here. I sensed that he was bad news. I didn't say much because I didn't want to anger my daughter. The way that she looked at him made me aware that she was falling fast and deep.
After dinner, Amaiya and Jose’ left for the mall. I really didn't like the idea, but I had to trust my daughter's judgment. Spencer was in the room laying down when I walked in.
"Hey, babe. I need to find out something."
"What you talkin' about?"
"I need you to run somebody’s fingerprints, and I need the full run down on him." He gave me a quick glance.
"Don't look at me like that." I frowned.
"I didn't say anything. So, who is the culprit?"
"Here is the glass. His fingerprint should be on it." I passed him a glass that this Jose’ person had drank out of. I was careful by picking it up with a napkin and putting it in a Ziploc bag.
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