Amaiya entered the room. I could tell that she was just as shocked as I was.
“What are you doing, Jose’?”
“Sit yo’ ass down, bitch! My name is Josiah. I know you’re probably in the dark about this, but yo mama killed my mother because she was fucking your daddy.”
“Mama, what is he talking about? Jose’, what is going on? What are you doing with a gun?” Amaiya started to cry. I could tell that she was scared.
“Baby, don’t listen to him. His name is Josiah, and he is the son of the woman your daddy was sleeping with.” I tried to comfort her.
“So, he is my brother? I slept with him. You knew this?” She turned to him.
“Bitch, shut your whining ass up. Now, take off your clothes.”
“Why are you doing this? She ain’t got nothing to do with this.” I started to cry.
“Bitch, shut up and take off your fucking clothes too.”
“Jose, Josiah, whatever your name is. This is me. Amaiya. You love me, and I love you.” Her eyes pleaded with him.
“I never loved you. The only woman that I ever loved is gone because of this bitch. Now get over here and suck this dick.”
“I’ll do it.” I got up and stepped closer to him.
“Step back, bitch, before I splatter your brains all over this floor.”
I couldn’t breathe. My chest was tightening up on me. I can’t watch my daughter do that.
“Please don’t do this. What do you want? Money? I can get you lots of it,” I begged.
“Bitch, you think I want money? What I’m going to do is fuck this bitch in front of you. Then, I’m going to fuck you, and after that, I’m gonna kill both of you bitches. I want your lives just like you took my mother’s life away.
“Now suck this dick, bitch.” He forced his dick into Amaiya’s mouth.
I couldn’t look, but I had to make sure that my daughter didn’t feel alone. I started throwing up the food that I ate earlier. I felt so sick inside, and then I started to shiver. I wanted to die as I watched him work my daughter’s mouth. He then got up and turned her around and started raping her.
“Nooooooo! Please, stop. Please, I love you,” Amaiya pleaded with that beast.
I put my hands over my ears as I started bawling. I leaped toward him and started clawing at his face. He used his elbow and pushed me to the ground.
I didn’t stay down though. I was a mad woman, determined to get him out of my daughter.
“This pussy’s so fucking good. Too bad I can’t get it on the regular anymore,” that sick bastard said as he rammed in and out of my child.
“Mommy, please help me,” she pleaded and kept trying to get up from under him.
“God, please help us,” I said out loud.
I jumped on his back and put my hands around his neck. He still didn’t get off of my daughter. I squeezed his neck with all of my might.
“Bitch, get off of me before I blow her brains out,” he said in a cold tone.
“Step the fuck away from her.” Spencer burst inside of the room with his 9mm pointed at Josiah’s head.
I guess he was so into raping my daughter that he was caught off guard.
“Pussy nigga, I ain’t doing shit.”
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Ease up off of her, and drop the fucking gun.
Without any more words, Spencer jumped at him and grabbed him away from Amaiya before throwing him against the wall. A fight transpired between the both of them.
POP! POP! POP! Gunshots rang out.
“Nooooooo!” Amaiya screamed as she got up and ran toward me. I didn’t know who was shot. I just grabbed my baby and used my body to shield her.
I saw Josiah fall to the ground, and the gun fell from his hand. Spencer grabbed the gun from the floor.
“Help me. Please. I don’t want to die,” I heard a faint voice say.
“Nigga, ain’t nobody goin’ help you but God.”
POP! I heard a single gunshot.
“I’m scared, Mommy,” Amaiya said as she held me tight.
“Babe, you alright?” Spencer asked. “That nigga is dead. I’m about to call 911. Get Amaiya, and y’all go downstairs.”
Amaiya let go of me and ran over to Josiah. She knelt over him and screamed.
“No. Oh my God!” She bawled.
I walked over to her and snatched her up. “Come on. We’ve got to go.”
“I can’t leave him, Mama. He needs me.” She tried to go back to the body.
Slap! Slap!
“Wake up, little girl. We need to go.” I pulled her out of the room as Spencer dialed the police.
I helped her down the stairs and onto the couch. She couldn’t stop crying. I started to cry as I held her. I wasn’t crying because that bastard was shot. I was crying because of what my baby was going through. That nigga had just raped her, and then she saw him dying on my floor.
“Why did he have to kill him, Mama? He could’ve just scared him.”
I let her go and then looked her dead in the eyes as she cried. “You listen to me, and you listen good. That bastard was goin’ to kill us both if Spencer hadn’t come in when he did. You need to come to your senses fast because the police are on their way.
“The police are pulling up now,” Spencer said as he rushed to the door to open it.
I was still trembling from everything that went down. I heard Spencer talking to the police and EMT, and then they rushed up the stairs. I had a strong feeling that he was dead, so the EMT wasn’t necessary.
One officer stepped into the living room. “Ladies, I need to get a statement from both of you.”
“Okay, officer,” I said as I wiped the tears away.
***
I watched as they wheeled the dead body out of the house. I held Amaiya as she cried uncontrollably. It was so terrible, and the officer couldn’t get a statement from her because she was still in shock.
“Do you need us to take her to the hospital for a check-up for the rape? Can she talk to a grief counselor?”
“You know what? I will drive her to the emergency room. She really needs me right now.”
“Sure. I can’t imagine what both of you ladies are going through.”
I didn’t respond; I just smiled at her.
“Amaiya, come on. I need to get you to the hospital so you can get checked out.”
Spencer was still talking with the officers outside. I really needed him now more than ever. I was so grateful to have him because only God knew what that nigga’s intentions were. I knew that it wasn’t good and me and my daughter’s lives were in danger.
“Spencer, I’ve got to go. I’m taking Amaiya to the ER to get checked out.”
“You sure you ‘ont want me to drive you?”
“Nah, I’ve got it. Stay here and make sure that things are handled.”
I walked Amaiya to the car and got her into the passenger side. I then got in and pulled off.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
“No,” she barely answered.
Maybe I was too harsh on her earlier, but I didn’t understand. How could a person feel any kind of way towards a nigga who’d just raped and almost killed them? Maybe I just didn’t get how her mind worked, and honestly, I don’t give a damn about that nigga. Now his dead ass could join his fucking mama.
I kept glancing over at her while I drove to the hospital. I picked up the phone and dialed Mama’s number.
“Hello; what’s wrong? Why are you up at this time of night?”
“Mama, I know it’s late, but something happened at the house tonight. I need you to meet me at White Plains Hospital. I’ll fill you in when you get here.”
“I’m on my way.”
“God, please give me the strength right now because I am so weak,” I mumbled as I pulled into the parking lot.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Hassan
I stepped out into the muggy air. The sun was beaming down on the pavement. I stood there
for a second to take in the scenery. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming! Hell nah, I wasn’t dreaming. This nigga was free, even if it was for a little while.
Honk! Honk! Honk!
A car horn interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and realized that the car had stopped in front of me. I didn’t recognize the driver, so I just stood there.
“Get in.”
I hesitated, but then, I thought, What the fuck? I need a ride to get to my destination.
“Yo, my man, do I know you?”
“No, but I’m following orders to pick you up.”
“Orders from whom?” I inquired.
I was starting to feel nervous. I hoped this wasn’t a set up. I knew I had a few enemies out there, but I doubted if those niggas were that bold to pull off some shit like this.
“Man, tell me who sent you, or you can pull the fuck over and let me out now,” I said in a loud, deep voice.
“I’m only taking orders from the lady. You will see her once we get there.”
“What lady?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he turned the music up so loud that it irritated the hell out of me. I thought about jumping out of the car, but I knew I would hurt myself because he was speeding down the highway. All I could do was close my eyes and ask God to protect me.
***
About an hour later, I felt the car slowing down. I opened my eyes and saw that we were going through a gated community. I didn’t let it show, but I was shivering in my pants.
“Well, we’re here. You can get out now.”
I jumped out of the car and looked around. There was a big ass house, but I didn’t know anybody that lived there.
“Mr. Clarke, welcome to mi casa,” a sexy voice said.
I turned around to face the beautiful Judge Morales. Yes, you heard me right; it was the same judge that presided over my case and gave me a bond. See, when I filed my appeal, I had no idea that my case would be in front of the judge that I used to fuck every once in a while when I was going to law school. I had not seen her since she left the school two years before I graduated. How could I forget the cute, fat ass, judge who used to ride this dick in the back of my car because she was married, and so was I?
“Judge Morales, Is that you? But…”
“Shhh, let’s go inside in Mr. Clarke.” She cut me off.
I followed the woman in the house although I was kind of confused as to why I was there.
“Thank you, Stewart.” She winked at the driver.
“You do know that this is kidnapping, right?”
“Who is the victim? The great Hassan Clarke?” She chuckled.
It was always something about the way she carried herself. She was never afraid to go after what she wanted.”
“So, I take it that you signed my bond?”
“You know I could never do such a thing. Let’s just say a good Samaritan paid cash for you to be bonded out.”
“Well, in that case, please tell this special person that I said thank you,” I said sarcastically.
I was caught off guard when she pushed me into the corner and started kissing me. I didn’t have a choice but to return the favor. I picked her up and tried to take her to the edge of the stairs, but she stopped me. “Not so fast. You need to take a shower and wash those sweaty balls of yours. You know I’m a lady. I don’t do musty nuts.”
“Yes, sure.” I then followed her up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“I already ran your bath water. A wash cloth and towel are sitting by the side of the tub.”
It felt real good to be taking a proper bath. That hard ass water that they had in prison was rough on a nigga’s skin. As I washed, I took a long exhale as I thought about the pussy I was about to punish. It had been a minute since I've been close to a woman, let alone fucked one.
I hurried and washed off. After I dried off, I walked out of the bathroom with my dick hanging low. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed that she was naked in the bed, lying on her back, playing with her pussy.
"What are you looking at? Come taste this pussy," she teased and then took her finger out and licked it off.
That shit fucked my head up. I dove onto the bed, and without hesitation, I took her legs and spread them apart. I hungrily slid my tongue inside of her already moist pussy.
“Ahh, ahh,"she moaned as I latched on to her clit. Her moans made me suck harder as if her pussy was my last meal.
"Baby, please fuck me," she pleaded.
She didn’t have to say it twice. I jumped up and slid my rock hard dick into her pussy.
I know by the way she was behaving that she wasn’t aware that I had the bug. Which was a good thing because that pussy was looking good, and there was no way I was going to wear a damn condom. I wanted to feel that pussy gripping my dick. Shit, that was her problem. She should’ve been more careful.
"Damn, lady. Your pussy’s still tight," I mumbled as I pushed further in.
“Oh, Hassan. Oh, I love your dick," she whispered in my ear.
I continued pounding in her walls. Pussy felt so damn good to be in. Saying it felt like heaven would be understatement. It didn't take me long to bust. I fell back on the bed, feeling drained. Either I was getting old or her pussy was that good. I finally got up and washed off. She followed suit.
"Are you hungry?"
"You have no idea. A nigga is starving." She left the room, and twenty minutes later, she returned with a plate fit only for a king. Steak, shrimp, mashed potatoes, and broccoli with a glass of lemonade. This is the bitch that I should've married. If only I'd met her before her husband. I wondered what happened to that old fool anyway. From what I remembered her telling me, he was a wealthy controlling fool.
"So, are you going to tell me how I ended up in your court room?"
"To be honest, it was pure coincidence. I was assigned the case, and when I saw your name, I remembered hearing some rumors about you going to prison. I looked through the files, and there was your mug shot.”
"I guess it was my lucky day, huh?"
"I wouldn't say it was luck. I think it’s that you are blessed with that big ole dick."
"Haha. You ain't change a bit. Lemme ask you, whatever happened with your husband? Y'all divorced?"
"Yeah, I divorced that old fool. The bastard’s dick couldn't get hard. He even tried using Viagra and still couldn't satisfy me. I had to get the hell on. I love to fuck, and any man that I marry has got to be able to satisfy this pussy."
"I hear you, Miss Judge. So, how is it looking for me?"
"Well, I think that with a good attorney, you can beat these charges. I won't be your trial judge, so your fate will be in the hands of someone else. I went through the evidence, and honestly, there’s a lot of loop holes that your lawyer can bring up in your new trial."
"Yeah, I’ma be working on my retrial."
"Don't be a fool, Hassan. I know a lawyer, he is one of the best in the business, and he is a close friend of mine."
"I'm dead ass broke. I can't afford to pay no lawyer."
"Don't worry about paying him. He is doing a favor that he owed me. You better keep your mouth shut about all of this. If this gets out, I can lose my job and face criminal charges. Trust, a prison uniform doesn't look good on me."
"I know that. Trust me, I appreciate everything you are doing for me. When this is all over with, I promise I will repay you."
"Hmm. I do have one question though. Did you kill that woman?"
"Nah, I ain't kill that bitch. I swear to you, right hand on the Bible. My ex set me up."
"Really? What would she gain by doing that?"
"Her rival is dead. I’m in prison. She got the money from the firm and half of everything I earned. That bitch is money hungry and crazy."
"Wow! Well, you know that you can't go anywhere near her, or I will be forced to revoke your bond." I wanted to tell that bitch fuck her when she said that, but I was no fool. That bitch was beneficial to me at that point.
"
You're right. I ain't stuttin' that bitch. I got a trial to get ready for."
DESTINY
The police investigated Josiah's death. They took all of our statements and decided that the shooting was justifiable. After the shooting, I put Amaiya in counseling. She spent most days in her room without eating or showering. While I had compassion for what she was going through, I was mad as hell at her. I later found out that she let that boy in the house while I slept. I wasn’t going to lie, I felt betrayed and hurt. As much as I did for my child and she would betray my trust like that over a nigga that almost killed us.
We spent a few days at a hotel, and then I called a professional cleaning crew to clean my room. I also had the carpet replaced. I thought about moving, but that would be too much strain since the wedding was coming up. Besides, I didn’t have any kind of attachment to the little bastard, so it was like it never happened.
Spencer wanted to put the wedding off after Josiah got killed in the house, but I disagreed. My reasoning was that we had been through so much, but we needed to get it over with. Every time that I thought things were going good and I could live a little, something popped and rained on my parade.
***
It was two weeks before my wedding, and my stomach was doing flips. My best friend, Amiya, was at the house. It felt so good to have her back in my life. I loved her ass so much. She was who I named Amaiya after. I just changed the spelling a little. When I was with Hassan, I distanced myself from her. That was a big mistake because she was the only one, other than my mama, that I could really confide in.
"So, how are you really feeling?" she asked as we sat in the living room.
"Girl... What can I say? Your girl is still standing. I've been to hell and back, but I’m still here. The doctor said I now have AIDS."
"No! I thought you were doing better."
"I thought so too, girl. You know, never in a million years would I think I would be sitting here talking about I have AIDS. That nigga fucked my life up, Amiya."
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