“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.”
“All right. 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 Twenty-three
Destiny Clarke
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 whomever 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’s 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 goddamn 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 whom?”
“I wanted to go to the mall with José, 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’s 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 one to play with.
Josiah Clarke
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. Finally, 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 glanced 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 minimansion.
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. Then I put on a dab of oil to mask the smell of weed. Finally, 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 José?” I almost asked who the fuck José was, but then I quickly remembered that José 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 smiled at her.
“Come on in and sit down. Dinner is almost ready.”
I followed both those bitches into the dining room and noticed that Amaiya was acting nervous. I figured that was because she was around her mother. The truth is, I wasn’t really hungry, but I had to play the role. Besides, I didn’t want to raise any suspicions. I sat beside Amaiya and across from the bitch that had caused my mother’s death, and as I stared into her eyes, 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 finally over. For a minute, I thought I was gonna snap on that bitch, but I kept it cool.
“It was nice meeting you, José. 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 me.”
“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 Twenty-four
Destiny Clarke
There was something about this José 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 José 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 lying 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 rundown on him.” He glanced at me.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I frowned.
“I didn’t say anything. So, who is the culprit?”
“Here’s the glass. His fingerprints should be on it.” I passed him a glass that this José person had drunk out of. I had been careful to pick it up with a napkin and put it in a Ziploc bag.
“You sure you want to do this?”
I shot him an evil look, which indicated my response.
“Got you.”
Amaiya was my only child, and I needed to know if that boy was who he said he was. I didn’t feel bad because Mama knows best.
Hassan Clarke
That bitch-ass nigga that I called my lawyer kept playing with me. Every motion that I suggested he file, he found some damn reason to tell me why it wasn’t going to work. See, this bitch-ass nigga didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about because I had gotten many niggas freed on some of those same motions.
I waited in line to call him. I was paying this nigga, and the last time I checked, he was working for me. I went to see my counselor so I could get an attorney-client phone call. Those call
s were supposed to be private, but I didn’t trust those motherfuckers. Ain’t shit private up in the joint.
“Hello, Hass, my man. I was expecting your call.”
“Listen up, bro. I sent you some mail, and you ain’t responded to me. I want to know what the hell is going on. Why you ain’t tryin’a take the case back in front of the judge?” I yelled into the phone.
“First, you need to calm down. We’re not going to get anywhere with you yelling like that.”
“Fuck that. This is my fucking life we’re talkin’ ’bout. The only place I’m tryin’a go is out of these motherfuckin’ walls.”
“Hassan, you’re making it hard for me to represent you.”
“Nigga, listen up. You sat back and watched those crackers sentence me to some shit I told you I had nothing to do with. If you fucking ask me, I think that bitch, Destiny, fucked you real good, and in return, you sold me out.”
“You are very delusional, my man. You need to get it together. If you don’t, you won’t be walking out of those doors anytime soon.”
“Nah, nigga. Fuck you. You’re fired. Now, watch me work. I’ve got this shit. Your punk ass wasn’t a good lawyer any-motherfucking-way.”
I slammed the phone down in that pussy-nigga’s ear. I was mad as fuck. That nigga wasn’t trying to help me.
On my way back to my unit, a tear fell from my eye. I was hurting deep inside. I couldn’t believe that prison was where I ended up fucking with the wrong bitch.
* * *
I was up early. I wanted to be one of the first ones in the law library. Starting today, I was my own fucking lawyer. I was gonna file my appeals and get my black ass out of this hellhole.
As soon as they opened the door, I pranced inside and jumped on the law library computer. I was gonna file the motion that was related to my charges. The most difficult charge was the attempted murder on that bitch. The other two, I knew they didn’t have any evidence on me. I also knew that I pled out, so it was gonna be a struggle to get out of those charges. Nonetheless, it wasn’t impossible. When I was in the free world practicing law, I had seen plenty of niggas make it home after being sentenced to life. Shit, I was determined to be one of those niggas.
I logged on and then put my skills to work. After all, I was Hassan Clarke, the attorney that can make the impossible possible.
Josiah Clarke
Instead of taking Amaiya to the mall like I told that bitch I would, I decided to take her to the crib.
“Where we going?” she asked when I turned off of White Plains Road.
“I thought you wanted to come chill wit’ yo’ nigga for a little while?”
“Uh . . . I do, but my mom thinks we’re going to the mall.”
“Listen, babe, your mother doesn’t have to know what we’re doing. I’m your man, and I will take good care of you.” I reached over and rubbed her hand.
“What if she calls me? What do I tell her?”
She was starting to piss me off with all of that little girl shit. “Listen, if you don’t want to be my bitch, just let me know so I can drop your ass off back at your house, and you can be that little girl your mama wants you to be,” I snapped.
“Don’t talk to me like that. I ain’t no little girl. I just didn’t want to get grounded.”
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. I just got a little upset because I want to spend some time with you. I want to hold you and let you know how much I love you.” I rubbed her hand, trying to get her to relax a little.
“So, do you want to go to the mall, or do you want to come chill with me for a little while? I’ll get you home before it gets late.”
“No, we can go to your house.”
I let out a long sigh. I had no idea how much longer I was going to be able to play the role of the doting boyfriend.
* * *
I sensed her uneasiness once we got to my door.
“You ain’t got nothing to be scared of. I ain’t goin’ hurt you.” I put my arm around her as I pushed the door open.
I then closed the door behind us. “Sit down, babe. I’ve got to piss real quick.”
I glanced back at her as she sat down on the sofa. That little bitch had no idea what I had in store for her and her mother. Easy, not just yet, I reminded myself.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“Yes, some juice.”
“Juice? Ha-ha. I only have liquor. Come on, just a sip. I promise you’ll feel relaxed.”
I handed her a small glass of the drink I made her while I was in the kitchen.
“If you say so. Don’t you try anything, boy.” She laughed and poked me.
“Girl, you’re tripping.” I smiled at her.
I watched as she took the first sip and made an ugly face.
“You wuss, drink some more,” I teased her.
She took a few more gulps, and soon, the glass was empty. I took the glass out of her hand and walked back into my small kitchen.
I watched as she seductively looked at me. That was my cue to go in for the kill. I started kissing her, and she started kissing me back. I wasted no time and started rubbing on her breasts.
“Bae, stop. No, I don’t think...”
“Shhh. Relax. Daddy’s got you.” I stripped off her clothes and started sucking on her breasts.
“Oh, bae. I can’t,” she moaned. I continued kissing her passionately. I decided not to waste any more time. I pulled out a condom, put it on my erect dick, parted her legs, and slid inside of her moist pussy.
“Aargh,” I yelled out as I ripped through her young, tight pussy.
“Stop it. It hurts,” she barely managed to say.
I paid her no mind. Instead, I continued to hit those walls. I won’t lie. The pussy was so tight that it sent chills through my body. I held her close to me while I tore that pussy up. The enjoyment didn’t last long, though. Images of my dead mother invaded my mind. I started to grind harder and harder. I couldn’t control myself. I wanted to hurt that little bitch the same way I was hurting inside.
“Stop! You are hurting me. Noooo!” Her cries interrupted my actions. I looked at her and saw the look of desperation on her face. I snapped out of it fast. Now wasn’t the right time. The police would be all over me if anything happened to her right now.
“I’m sorry, boo. I don’t know what happened. I’m so sorry.” I held her tightly as she sobbed. I used all my might and mustered up some tears also.
“Babe, I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I just got carried away,” I bawled.
“Oh my God. What time is it? My mom’s gonna kill me.” I could tell that the drink was wearing off. “What did you do? Did you put something in my drink?”
“What the fuck you mean? What kind of dude do you think I am? You think I have to drug you to fuck you? Man, you have no idea how many bitches try to throw pussy at me daily. I turn that shit down because I love you.” I was visibly upset.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t believe we had sex. I just wasn’t ready.”
“There you go again, acting like a little girl. You have a man now, and fucking is normal between couples. The bottom line is, if you ain’t fucking me, someone else will. Get dressed so we can go.”
“Oh my God. I’m bleeding,” she yelled, showing me the blood on her fingers.
“Maybe it’s because you were a virgin. You can wash up in my bathroom.” I wasn’t trying to be mean, but, shit, the bitch was acting like it was the end of the world.
I was ready to get this bitch out of my place. I had some planning to do, but I had to be careful not to get caught. Prison wasn’t on my to-do list. At least not now anyway.
Destiny Clarke
It was getting dark, and Amaiya still hadn’t walked her behind through the door. I called her phone a few times, and it just went to the voicemail. My nerves were on edge, although I kept trying to tell myself that I was overreacting. She was no longer a little girl, and in another few months, she would be eighteen and off to college.
I walked downstairs and poured myself a glass of wine to relax my nerves. Then I began to pace back and forth. This was her first time out of the house after dark without me. I heard my phone ringing upstairs. I dashed up there, hoping that it was her ass calling me. I was disappointed when I looked at the caller ID and realized that it was Mama.
“Hello,” I answered with a little more attitude than I’d intended.
“Well, damn, you all right?”
“No, not really. I’m worried about Amaiya.”
“What you mean? Did something happen?”
“She went on a date with her boyfriend, and she was supposed to be back, but she isn’t. I’ve been calling her phone and no answer.”
“Des, you need to calm down. You’ve had that poor child locked up in the house all these years, and she just got a little bit of freedom. Amaiya is a good girl, and you need to ease up a little on her.”
“Are you serious? Not the sergeant that made sure I was in the house by seven every night. She’s my baby, and I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Times have changed. Amaiya is a lot smarter than you give her credit for. Now, stop worrying about her before you get sick. You know how that sickness is. You start worrying, and you start breaking out,” she warned.
“You’re right, Mama...” Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the door opening. I hung the phone up without saying bye and dashed down the stairs.
Amaiya walked through the door. I waited for her to lock it, and then I spoke.
“Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you all damn evening.”
“Damn, Ma, we were at the mall. I lost track of time. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, my ass. Have you been drinking? You smell like alcohol.”
“No, I wasn’t drinking. Ma, you’re trippin’.”
I looked into her eyes and sensed that something wasn’t right. I took a step toward her and grabbed her arm.
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