My Husband’s Mistress 2:
Renaissance Collection
Racquel Williams
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
Chapter One - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Two - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Three - Imani Gibson
Chapter Four - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Five - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Six - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Seven - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Eight - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Nine - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Ten - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Eleven - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twelve - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Thirteen - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Fourteen - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Fifteen - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Sixteen - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Seventeen - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Eighteen - Josiah Clarke
Chapter Nineteen - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Twenty - Josiah Clarke
Chapter Twenty-one - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twenty-two - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Twenty-three - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twenty-four - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twenty-five - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Twenty-six - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twenty-seven - Josiah Clarke
Chapter Twenty-eight - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Twenty-nine - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Thirty - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Thirty-one - Hassan Clarke
Chapter Thirty-two - Destiny Clarke
Chapter Thirty-three - Destiny Clarke
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
First and foremost, I want to give all praises to Allah. Without his continued blessings, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
I want to shout out to all my readers and supporters, old and new. Thanks for rocking with me on these releases. I’m forever grateful.
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Chapter One
Hassan Clarke
One of the things I dreaded in life was getting locked up. I’d never been in a cell before, so you know I was mad as fuck that I got locked up. Destiny almost gave me a heart attack when she said the police wanted me. The first thing that came to mind was the shit that popped off with Corey. That was until the officer said I was charged with assault and battery. Instantly, I knew it was Imani. I was shocked that her ass would press charges against me—ungrateful-ass bitch. After all I did for her and her bastard child, this was how she repaid me.
I tried to talk to the officers, but they weren’t trying to hear me. Instead, they took me to Central Booking near Sherman and Sheridan Avenues. I went in front of the magistrate and was given a bond in the amount of twenty-five grand. I felt relieved because that was chump change. I was also booked and fingerprinted like one of these criminals out here.
The worst part was when one of the cell mates noticed me. Instead of him keeping his mouth shut, he walked closer.
“Ain’t you that attorney? Umm... I can’t remember the name.”
“Yes, that’s me,” I said as I hung my head in shame.
I knew it was only a matter of time before everybody and their mama knew I was locked up. I was ready to go. I didn’t want to spend another second in a jail cell. I patiently waited to get a bond. Even though Destiny and I were beefing, I was pretty sure that she’d make sure I got out of here soon.
I sat in the dingy-ass jail cell, waiting to hear my name called, but it never happened. Minutes turned into hours. It was damn near night again, and no one came to bail me out. I was transferred that evening to Rikers Island. I couldn’t believe this shit. I was a prominent member of the community, and here I was, getting treated like I was a common criminal.
“They’re going to pay. All these bitches are going to pay,” I said out loud.
“Nigga, what you mumbling about?” this crackhead-looking motherfucker said.
“Nah, homie, it’s best you mind your own business,” I snapped.
“Nigga, you better watch yo’ mouth. I don’t know the kind of niggas you’re used to dealing with, but around here, you got to show respect, boy.”
I was tempted to punch this nigga in his mouth, but I kept my peace. After all, I was a defense attorney, and I knew the law inside out. There was no way I was going to fuck up my chance of walking out on bond. Not over a bum-ass nigga that probably has nothing to lose.
When I got to Rikers Island, I was processed, given a name badge, a mat, and some sheets. I walked into the unit that I was assigned to, and, boy, did reality set in. There were a bunch of burly looking dudes posted as soon as I walked on the floor. I tried not to make eye contact. I just walked to where my cell was located. I dropped my cot on the floor and looked around for the nearest phone. It wasn’t hard to spot, but a long line of people stood there. It didn’t seem like I would be getting on the phone anytime soon.
It was dinnertime, and I passed on it, not because I wasn’t hungry, but because I wasn’t trying to eat that shit. I stayed back on the unit while the majority of dudes left for the mess hall. I didn’t waste any time. I hurried and jumped on the phone. What’s crazy was that in the midst of the cell phone frenzy, I barely remembered numbers because everything was stored on my phone. So I couldn’t call anyone except Destiny and my mama. I didn’t have any money to put on the phone, but after talking to a dude that stayed back on the unit, he decided to let me use his credit. In return, I would put money on his books when I bonded out.
The first number I dialed was Destiny’s. The first time, the phone went straight to voicemail. I hung up and then dialed her number again. I listened as she picked up. The recording informed her that this was a jail call, and she could press five to accept.
“What do you want?” she immediately asked.
I was thrown off by her nonchalant attitude. This bitch knew where the fuck I was, and this how she was acting?
“Yo, did you call
Leon, and why the fuck my bond ain’t posted?” I yelled into the phone.
“Listen to me, you bastard. Don’t you call my phone, acting like I owe you shit. You need to call one of your nasty-ass whores to come and bond you out.”
I wanted to fly through the phone and squeeze the life out of this silly bitch, but I remained calm.
“Yo, what kind of shit you on? I understand that you’re upset, but now isn’t the fucking time for your selfish rants. I’m in fucking jail, and I need you to get some money, get a bondsman, and come get me out ASAP,” I calmly said.
“And you’re not listening. I’m not doing shit else for you. You got your ass in there, now you figure a way out. Please don’t call my fucking phone anymore.”
That bitch hung up in my ear before I got a chance to respond. “Ha-ha,” I chuckled to myself. If this bitch only knew how much I despised her. I wished she would do us both a fucking favor and kill herself.
I rubbed my hand over my head. I had to figure a way out of here. Next, I dialed Mama’s number.
“Hello, hello,” she answered frantically.
“Hey, Mama.”
“Hassan, what the hell are you doing in Rikers?”
“Long story, Mama. Imani had me locked up on some bogus charges.”
“What kind of charges, and do you have a bond? Lord, Charmaine goin’ whup that ass.”
“Chill out. You know these phone calls are recorded. Anyway, I have a bond, but I left my wallet and everything in the house. I asked Destiny’s dumb ass to bond me out or call my partner, but she acting dumb and shit.”
“So, what you want me to do? You want me to go get your wallet from the house?”
“Nah, I ’ont want you going over there, getting into it with her ass.”
“Boy, ain’t nobody worried about that ho. I need to get you out of there right away.”
Before I could respond, the phone cut off. I think the credit ran out. I hung up the phone and walked back to my bunk. I felt a little better now that I’d heard my mama’s voice. I no longer felt alone, and I knew she would do whatever it took to get me out of here.
Chapter Two
Destiny Clarke
This man had to be the dumbest person I’ve ever met. Here he was with a great career, and he went and caught a case behind some pussy. Pussy that didn’t even belong to him. Boy, I tell you, these so-called men do not think with their heads. They think with their cocks, and because of that, they are always getting caught up in some bullshit.
From the minute the police showed up, I knew his ass did something he had no business doing. I waited for a few hours. Then I called the jail and found out he had a string of charges, including assault and battery. “Damn fool,” I chuckled to myself after I hung up the phone. I tell you, pussy is a powerful weapon.
I called Mama’s phone. I needed someone to vent to.
“Hey, Mama.”
“Hey, baby, how you doing?”
“You ain’t goin’ believe what I’m about to tell you. The police locked up Hassan.”
“Say what?” she asked in astonishment.
“Yes, this morning. I heard a loud banging on the door, so I jumped up. It was the police with a warrant for him. I called the jail and found out he had numerous charges, including assault and battery.”
“Assault and battery? I ’ont know much ’bout the law, but ain’t that when you hit on somebody?”
“Yup. I think it’s the whore that he’s been sleeping with.” I had to be careful around Mama. I didn’t want her to know that I’d met Hassan’s other woman.
“He’s a bigger fool than I thought. You helped him to make a life, and he’s throwing it all away behind a trick. I tell you, they should lock him up and throw away the damn key.”
“Yea, I was shocked at first, but that’s what his arrogant behind gets.”
“I’ll be happy when he’s finally out of your life for good.”
“Me too, Mama. Anyway, I got to go. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
As soon as I hung up, the phone started ringing again. It said unknown, so I was a little reluctant to pick up. Nevertheless, I answered and immediately realized it was Hassan calling from jail.
I should’ve hung up on him, but my curiosity got the best of me. What surprised me the most was the bastard questioned why he wasn’t bonded out yet. See, he really thought I was just a dumb bitch, and I can’t blame him, because I put up with his shit for years. The only thing was, Hassan didn’t know that I was no longer that scared bitch that he married. I was as cold as an ice cube in the freezer. By the time our conversation ended, I knew he had an idea of who he had turned me into.
I knew I was getting stronger every day. The old me would’ve been down at the jail, bonding out my husband, screaming and hollering. But not today. I’ve grown to realize that the fool never loved me, and I was done playing the dumb bitch.
* * *
I decided to go through Amaiya’s closet and bag up the clothes she could no longer wear. I planned on selling the house after the divorce was final. Too many memories of Hassan in the house; plus, I needed a new start away from it all. Then I heard the doorbell ring.
“Who the hell’s trying to sell me something now?” I said out loud.
I put the bag down and marched down the stairs. I looked through the peephole and noticed it was Hassan’s gorilla-looking mama banging on my door. I turned around, went into my living room, and grabbed the mace out of my purse. I didn’t invite this bitch over, so I could only guess she was here to start trouble.
I walked back to the door and unlocked it. “What is it you want? Your son is not here.” I looked at her with my left hand akimbo and my right hand in my pocket, holding my mace.
“I’m here to see your ass, bitch. You know damn well where my son is at, and you’re playing stupid.” She pushed me out of the way with her big ass and entered my home.
“You can’t come up in my shit. Like I said, you fat bitch, your motherfucking son is not here.” I balled my fist up and struck her in the face without thinking.
I waited all my life to get this bitch. I will never forget how she disrespected me.
Whap! Whap!
That bitch slapped me a few times, knocking me off balance. I stumbled a little but maintained my balance. I used all my strength, leaped toward that bitch, and pushed her ass down. As soon as her big ass hit the ground, I jumped on top of her and started punching her in the face nonstop.
“Bitch, don’t you ever come up in my shit and disrespect me,” I yelled as I punched her in the face.
“Fuck you, you stupid-ass ho.” She hawked up a bunch of phlegm and spat it in my face. Then she grabbed my hair and started pulling it. I was starting to lose because this human gorilla was using her weight against me. I knew that I couldn’t let her hold me too long. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my mace as I sank my teeth into that bitch’s arm so she would let go of my hair.
“Aargh, aargh, you dirty bitch. You bit me,” she screamed out in agony.
She loosened her grip on my hair, and I pulled away, then sprayed the mace into her eyes.
“Aargh, aargh, you bitch. I’m going to beat the brakes off you,” this pig-looking bitch said.
I didn’t let up any. I emptied the remains of the can in her face, all while blocking out the horrible sounds of a gorilla screaming bloody murder.
“You see, bitch, you should’ve killed that bastard when you was pregnant. If you did, I wouldn’t have to deal with his bastard ass. Now, get your ass up out of my shit before I throw you out.”
“Fuck you. I told my son you wasn’t shit. All you are is an uppity-ass ho.”
“Yea, well, it takes one ho to know another ho. You and your family are nothing but parasites. Bitch, you need to thank me, because, without me, y’all would be eating Ramen noodles seven days a week. Now, get your dirty, stanking ass out of my shit before I get yo’ ass locked up,” I said as I grabbed her arm.
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bsp; I used all my might to push her fat ass out the door. The bitch barely resisted. She was too busy trying to wipe the mace out of her eyes and nose. As soon as I got her out the door, I slammed it shut and leaned against it. My nose and eyes were also burning. I didn’t hesitate, though. I walked to the downstairs bathroom and thoroughly washed my face.
After that, I walked over to my window and peeped outside. The bitch’s car was gone. I was tired, and my head hurt from that bitch pulling my hair. I flopped down on the couch. I was too old for this shit, but I knew trouble had a way of showing up on my steps. I was tired of all these bitches and this bitch-ass nigga trying me. Never in my life had I ever had to act like a fucking animal until I married this bum. When will it end? I thought.
Chapter Three
Imani Gibson
I had mixed feelings when I learned that they locked up Hassan. I was angry that he beat me up, but I didn’t want him in jail. I mean, what the hell was I going to do without him? Tears welled up in my eyes as the thought of loneliness kicked in. Not only did I lose my baby, now I knew for sure that he wouldn’t mess with me anymore, not after all this. Tears flowed from my eyes as I closed them. I had no idea why my life had to be so hard. All I ever wanted was to be loved, and I thought Hassan was going to be the man that loved me. I was so wrong. All I’ve been getting lately from him was pain.
* * *
I was finally discharged from the hospital. My cousin came through to pick me up. We grew up together but split up once we got older. I had no one else to call when I got admitted to the hospital.
“Hey, chica, you ready?” she quizzed.
“Yea, let’s go.” I sat in the passenger side of her Chevy Impala.
The sun was beaming down, and it made my eyes hurt a little. I was still in pain from the beating I took. The doctor prescribed Percocet for the pain. I wondered what I should use for my mental pain.
“Girl, did you hear what happened to Corey?”
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