The water was no longer running, so I knew that he was finished. I quickly wiped away my tears and placed my new gun in the drawer by my bed. He walked out of the bathroom butt ass naked. I looked at him seductively as he walked toward the bed.
“Lay down on your back.”
I got up from the bed and grabbed my Victoria’s Secret Weightless Oil. I then leaned over him, poured a little bit of oil on his back, and started working it in.
“Damn, babe. You got a nigga feeling good and shit. Them hands though.”
“Hmmm…” I continued massaging him.
My pussy started to throb. I tried to ignore it at first, but the throbbing only got worse. I wanted to fuck, not make love. I wanted some hard core, beat those walls up, kind of fucking.
“Turn around, babe.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me, turn around.”
I wasn’t surprised that his cock was already rock hard. I didn’t waste any time. I quickly took it into my warm mouth while I massaged his balls with the oil. His moans and groans encouraged me to suck harder.
Before we knew it, his veins started getting bigger, and he exploded in my mouth. I quickly swallowed all of his cum, and he was flipping me over and entering my pulsating pussy. Needless to say, that man never disappointed. I got exactly what my pussy wanted, a good old-fashioned pussy whipping. After what I saw as a marathon, he finally bust into the condom.
“Aargh, babe. Have I ever told you that you’ve got that shit that can kill a nigga?”
“No, but if it’s like that, you need to be careful,” I laughed at his crazy behind.
I kind of felt what he was saying because I was so damn tired, and my pussy was sore. I barely managed to get up out of the bed to walk to Amaiya’s room. It was late, and I was about to go to bed. I knocked on her door.
“Yes, Mama?”
“I don’t want anything. Just saying goodnight.”
“Goodnight. Love you.”
“Love you back.” I kissed her on the cheek and walked out, closing her door behind me.
Things were not back straight with her, but she was getting there. The counseling, along with me not really pressuring her, was working. I was happy that our relationship was finally back on track.
When I made in back into the room, I heard the shower running, so I knew that Spencer was washing off. I thought about joining him but quickly decided not to. I got in the bed, pulled the cover over me, and fell asleep.
***
It was a week before I was to walk down the aisle with the wonderful Mr. Spencer. I welcomed the name change, and I also looked forward to our honeymoon. We were going on a cruise through the Caribbean countries. That should be beautiful. Plus, I got to spend that time with my new husband without him working or anything else in the way.
My mother was handling the catering and the decoration of the hall. At times, she seemed more excited that I was. When I married Hassan, it wasn’t anything big, but this time around, Mama wanted to pay for the hall and the catering. Boy, when I tell you that lady was not holding back, she was not holding back.
I planned on spending the day going through some paperwork. I needed to make a will. Don’t be alarmed, I don’t plan on checking out any time soon. I just wanted to make sure that, if anything happened to me, my baby girl and my mama were straight for life.
I heard my cell phone going off, and I wondered who the hell was calling like they were desperate. I finally got up from the carpet where I was sitting, going over my papers. I noticed it was my attorney that I had hired when Hassan’s case was going on. I kept him on the payroll, just in case Hassan, or his lawyers, ever started some shit. Every now and then, he’d call just to see how I was doing.
“I’ll call him later,” I mumbled, and I went back to what I was doing. As soon as I sat back down, the phone started ringing again.
“Ughh.” I jumped up and grabbed my cell from the bed.
“Hello.”
“Mrs. Clarke, how are you? This is Attorney Wallock.”
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Have you heard anything from the courts about your ex-husband being released from prison?”
A big lump formed in my throat. I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts.
“What the fuck do you mean, released from prison, and why the fuck didn’t somebody call me to tell me that shit?” I yelled into the phone.
Tears instantly started to flow. I was crying because I was mad as fuck.
“I’m not sure. The courts should’ve notified you of this. One of my friends, down at the DA’s office, was talking to me, and he informed me that Mr. Clarke was granted bond on one charge and granted new trials on the other two. I am going to call the DA to file a complaint. There’s no way this man should’ve been out without you knowing.”
“You don’t have to file shit. I’m about to get dressed and go down there right now. They’re going to fucking explain to me how this shit was even possible in the first place. Listen, I’ve got to go.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I just hung the phone up.
“Fuck you, Hassan. Why couldn’t you just keep yo ass in prison?” I yelled out.
“Mama, what’s going on?” Amaiya rushed into the room.
“I just found out that your damn daddy is out of prison and running around here like a free man.”
“What! Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. My lawyer just called to tell me.”
She stood there looking like she was in a trance. I didn’t have time to waste. Somebody had some explaining to do!
I jumped in the shower, washed off real fast, and then got dressed. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and threw on NY Yankee fitted hat.
“Amaiya, I’m gone. Don’t answer the door for anyone!” I hollered as I make my way down the stairs.
I jumped in my car and backed out of the driveway. I was on my way to the city, but I wasn’t worried about getting pulled over or anything else. My mind was racing. I was not feeling my ex-husband being free. That was definitely not good. I was moving on with my life, and only God knew what dirt that nigga was going to dig up.
HASSAN
I got me a room in a rooming house since I didn’t need anything flashy or big. I didn’t plan on being there too long. First thing first, I took the bus to Fordham Road where I grabbed a few outfits and drawers. No matter what, a nigga gotta stay fresh; plus, I planned on getting some pussy.
Speaking of pussy, I hadn’t spoken to the judge since the day I left her house. Knowing her, she was probably thinking that I was on some shit. Truth was, I was not going back to her house. I really appreciated what she did for me, but I felt like I already repaid her with that good dick of mine.
***
I totally forgot that I had the phone that the judge gave me until it started to ring. Instantly, I knew it was her. I thought about not answering it, but I did anyway.
“Hey there, lady. I meant to call you, but I got caught up in handling some things.”
“Hassan Clarke, where the hell is my gun that I had in my drawer? I went looking for it earlier, and it was gone. Are you out of your fucking mind? That gun is registered to me. If it gets into the wrong hands, my ass is gonna be in serious shit.”
“You need to calm down, and quit yelling at me. I’m not a child. Bottom line is, you need to report your gun stolen ASAP. Shit, make up something, ‘cause like you said, your ass will be in serious shit,” I chuckled.
“No, how ‘bout I revoke your damn bond and get your ass arrested? I put myself out on a limb to help, and this is how you replace me? You’re one ungrateful ass bastard.” She started crying.
“Listen to me, you stupid bitch. I know you’re calling my bluff. For one, your ass does not want the world to know that yo lonely ass gave me a bond because you wanted to get fucked. See, it would be too much shame on you and the entire judiciary system, and your ass would go to prison. Don’t you fucking threaten me again. You m
ust not know, I’m Hassan Clarke. Now, you better get off the phone and figure out a way to report your gun stolen. If not, yo ass got a whole lot of explaining to do. Also yo ass better go get check for the virus,” I chuckled.
I hung the phone up. I was pissed off that that bitch tried to threaten me like that. I looked down at the phone, turned it off, and then used my shirt to wipe it off good. I then waited until I reached a trashcan, and I threw it inside. Now, that bitch could kiss my ass. Calling herself checking up on me. I wasn’t a fucking child. I was a grown ass man.
***
I spent the next couple of days working on my plan. I didn’t know how I was going to find that bitch because I heard she had moved. I was tripping because I knew that I could find my daughter easily being that I knew where she went to school.
I needed a car, so I went to my old car dealer that I knew in the Bronx. See, that nigga was as crooked as they come. You didn’t need a license or anything. As long as you had money, you could get a car. I took the #2 train to Allerton Avenue and to Jacob Car Dealership.
As soon as I walked through the door, I spotted him. Shit, he didn’t change much. He still had that old, groggy look. I walked up to him.
“Is this who I think it is? Hassan, my man, is that you?”
“In the flesh, Jacob.”
“When the hell you touch down? Last time I heard, you were upstate.”
“I just got out. That shit was bogus, but it just took a little time to clear it up.”
“Hell yeah. Shit, you one of the best lawyers around here, so I knew you was goin’ beat that shit. So anyway, what brought you my way?”
“I need a favor.”
“Anything, you know I got you.”
“I need a car for cash, but I need you to fix up the paperwork. I don’t want it in my name.”
“Shit, say no more. Let’s take a walk out on the lot.”
An hour later, I was driving off the lot with a used Charger. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was just right. I didn’t want anything flashy to draw attention to me in any way.
Whew, what a day, I thought as I laid back on the full bed that came with the furnished room. I was tired from ripping and running, and it wasn’t over. Tomorrow, I planned on finding a new gun. I needed something big and powerful that was gonna cause some serious damage. I still had the judge’s gun, but I needed to get rid of it soon. As I laid back, something that Mama said to me rang in my head. She said that the media was all over the case after Josiah got killed at Destiny’s house. I knew that if they were all over it, her information and where the crime happened should also be public knowledge. I didn’t have a computer but planned on doing some research tomorrow. I smiled to myself as I imagined what that bitch’s face would look like when I confronted her.
“Destiny, my love, I am going to pay you back in full,” I said as I dozed off.
DESTINY
I walked into the Bronx District Attorney’s office. I wanted answers and was not leaving until I got them. I saw the receptionist and walked up to her.
“My name is Destiny Clarke, and I need to see the DA.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“Listen, lady. No, I don’t have one, but I need to talk to someone right now.”
“Please lower your voice, or I will call in security to escort you out.”
That bitch has no idea that I didn’t give a fuck about her or no gotdamn security. They would need an ambulance if that bitch kept on playing with me.
“Lady, I asked you nicely to tell the DA that I’m here to see him. He already knows who I am. If you insist on not letting him know, I will go to your supervisor, his boss, and everybody that will listen to me.”
She must’ve sensed the seriousness because she told me to hold on while she walked toward the back. When she returned, she was more pleasant. “Sorry about that, Miss Clarke. DA Abrams will be with you shortly. Please have a seat.”
I didn’t respond to that two-dollar hoe. Instead, I shot her a dirty look and walked away. I sat anxiously, waiting for that nigga to come from behind his fancy desk.
A few minutes later, I heard the door open. It was the DA.
“Miss Clarke, sorry for the wait. Come on in to my office.”
I got up and followed him to his office.
“How are you doing today, and what brought you in?”
“What brought me in is that my ex-husband almost killed me and was convicted of that crime. However, I just learned that he was released from prison on bond and was also granted a new trial. So, I want to know why I wasn’t informed of this. Do you know me and my daughter’s lives are at risk?” I yelled.
“I could’ve sworn that we sent out a letter informing you of his release. Our office tried our best to present to the courts reasons why he should not be released. However, the defense provided new evidence that created some doubt. The judge bought it and sided with the defense.”
“So, you’re telling me that some bitch just let this nigga walk out of prison. He tried to kill me. He killed another woman, and y’all let him walk out a free man. God help y’all if he kills again.”
“Miss Clarke, I apologize from the bottom of my heart. We gave it our best shot, and we will be preparing to go to court for the new trial and present all of the evidence we have. I am pretty confident that we will win the case, and he will be back behind bars where he belongs. I can get a unit to sit in front of your house, just in case he shows up there. I will get the word out to all precincts to keep an eye open for anything suspicious.”
“You know what? You and your office can kiss my black ass. I don’t need no bodyguards. If y’all did y’all fucking jobs, that bastard wouldn’t be walking around here like shit is sweet. If anything happens to me or my family, all y’all will be held responsible, from you to the bitch who set him free. It might be that judge he was fucking. You better get off your ass and look into it.”
I sashayed out of his office and slammed the door behind me. My blood pressure was rising, and I was feeling tired. An anxiety attack was about to come on. I pressed the elevator button as I breathed slowly. I started to count in my head, trying my best to escape an attack.
I dialed Spencer’s number on my way home, but he wasn’t answering. Instead, his voicemail came on. I was getting a little irritated with him. I wanted to let him know that Hassan was out of prison. I threw the phone on the seat and continued driving. I was in the city, so I decided to stop by Mama’s house. I swear, I need her right about now.
I parked and rang her doorbell. Surprisingly, she didn’t take forever to answer it.
“Who is it?”
“Me, Mama,’’ I yelled.
“Child, what in God’s world are you doing down here? I thought you were home resting. Your big day is coming up, and you need all of the rest you can.”
“Let’s go inside.”
“You okay? You look upset. Oh Lord, is everything alright?”
“Mama, that bastard is out of prison,” I blurted out.
“Say what? What bastard, I know you ain’t talkin’ bout who I think you talkin ‘bout?”
“Yes, that’s exactly who I’m talkin’ about.”
“Are you fucking serious? Please, excuse my French.”
Mama rarely cussed, and when she did, it just didn’t sound proper.
“Mama, I am so pissed off right now. I just came back from the DA’s office. Their asses didn’t tell me that he was out. I was lucky that my lawyer found out. Mama, I thought this shit was over, but here goes something else. Is it meant for me not to be happy? I mean, every time something good is about to happen, this old stupid ass nigga always pops up.”
“I was just over here thinking, ‘why can’t that bastard just die?’ He’s caused enough shit as it is. Somebody needs to put his ass out of his misery.”
“Mama, I swear to you, if he comes anywhere near Amaiya and I, I’m going to kill him. I can’t go through anymore of his shit,” I said in a serious tone.
“I hope he has enough sense to leave y’all alone. He needs to just move on. Baby girl, listen, please be careful. Watch your surroundings at all times, and make sure you lock the doors at night. If you want, you know y’all can come down here and stay with me.”
“Mama, I’m not leaving my house. I am not scared of that weak ass nigga. This ain’t the Destiny that used to cry over that nigga. I’ve grown up, and I will show that fuck nigga. He’s got the right bitch this time.” I really didn’t want to cuss in front of my mama, but I was too mad, and it was not the time for me to be worried about manners.
“Well, you know I love you, and I just want you safe.”
“I know, Mama, and you know I love you too.”
“So, how are you feeling?”
“I’m feeling a little better this week. I’m excited and nervous at the same time. I just want everything to go the way we planned with this wedding.”
“Stop worrying. Everything is going to be perfect. You’re the perfect bride, and Mr. Spencer is the perfect groom. Y’all are perfect for each other. You know, I’ll tell you when a man is full of shit. When I look at Spencer, I see how he admires you, how much he loves you. Just remember, what God put together, can’t no man separate.”
I smiled at Mama, and for a split second, I forgot how mad I was. I sat there, soaking up every word that she spoke. Old people be spitting some real shit.
We talked for a little while longer, and then I left. I needed to get home to check on my child.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Hassan
When I first got locked up, I vowed to get out and build a case against Destiny so she could spend the rest of her life in prison, but all that shit changed. That wicked bitch deserved to die slow. I wanted to watch her take her last breath and for her to know that I was the one who took her life.
Someone behind me honked the horn, interrupting my thoughts. I was so caught up with my thoughts that I didn’t see the light had changed. I was on my way to Mount Vernon. I knew a nigga out there, who I had defended a few times, and he knew how to get guns. I wasn’t sure if he was in the same spot, but I had to try. I finally made it to Fifth Avenue and pulled up at the building that dude used to operate out of. I could see that the building was abandoned now. I was disappointed because he was the one I was really counting on. I drove off feeling defeated.
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