“Grandson? Where in the hell did this little motherfucka come from? The last time you brought one of these little strays around here, it turned out that you weren’t the father. Boy, stop letting these bitches put these babies on you ’cause they know you’re a good catch. How you the daddy, and he looks like a mutt?”
“His mama’s white, and it wasn’t my fault that Imani lied.”
“Yeah, that’s why that wicked bitch is dead. I’m just mad that you got pinned down for her murder. By the way, that son of hers got killed by your ex-wife’s man.”
I looked at her, hoping that I didn’t hear her right.
“Don’t look at me like that. I was shocked too. It was all over the news. I recognized that child and that evil bitch. You know the news ain’t goin’ tell everything, but they saying he went up in the house and tried to kill them.”
See, Mama thought I was shocked because the nigga was dead. Hell nah. I was shocked because she said that Destiny had a man. So that bitch had moved on. The mention of her name stirred up anger inside of me. I tried my best not to let it show, but I wasn’t that lucky. I also remembered what Josiah had said when he visited me.
“Boy, you a’ight? I know you were close to that boy. I’m sorry I had to break the news to you like that. It’s sad that he and his mama both died a violent death like that. But when you do wrong, trust me, you will get what’s coming to you. I’m happy you’re home. You need to get on the case soon and find out how that bitch Destiny framed you. She needs to be locked up and rot in prison. That bitch done got away with too damn much.”
“I agree, Ma. Anyway, where’s everybody?”
“Your daddy’s at the track, as usual, and Charmaine should be here any minute now. She’ll be happy to see you.”
“Mama, you know I don’t deal with her like that.”
“Y’all need to stop that foolishness. She was there with you every step of the way. She really loves you, Hassan.”
“I love her too, Ma, but certain shit you just don’t do. Period. Anyway, Mama, I need a favor.”
“You just got here. What’s the favor?”
“I need to get some things together. Do you have the money that I told you not to touch, no matter what?”
“Yes, I put the package under my mattress. I did use a few hundred dollars to pay for my medicine. I had to hide it from your daddy ’cause he’d gamble away every cent.”
She walked off into her room. I sat there with my mind racing a mile a minute. I swear, killing that bitch was the last thing on my mind, but how could she stand there, telling me that she gave me this shit? All along, I thought I got the shit from Imani, but it was from this dirty white bitch who had told me she was a virgin when I met her. How could I have been so fucking stupid to believe that I was the only nigga she was fucking?
“Here you go, son.” She handed me a big manila envelope.
I took it and ripped it open. It was five stacks, minus the few hundred she used. I put the money to my nose and smelled it. Then I rubbed my hand over it. It felt so good to be able to hold money in my hands once again.
“Where am I? Where’s my mama?”
I turned around to face the boy. I wish his ass had remained asleep.
“Yes, Hassan, where is this little boy’s mama?”
“Mama, I have no idea. I went by the house, and he was there alone. I snatched him up and came directly over here.”
“So, why the hell didn’t you call the police? Yo’ ass ain’t learned. What if that bitch claims you kidnapped the boy? What you goin’ do then?”
“He goin’ do what he always do... get his ass into some shit.” My loud ass-mouthed sister walked into the living room.
“Go ahead on, Charmaine, wit’ that bullshit.”
“Damn, brother. No hello or hug for the bitch that was at every court date and ready to beat bitches up over you?” She gave me a dirty look.
“Damn, B. I done said thanks a million times already. I mean, what the hell you want from me—blood?”
“Whatever, and whose dirty-ass white baby is this?”
“Watch yo’ mouth, Charmaine. Don’t be talkin’ like that ’round that child. That’s your brother’s child.”
“Mama, don’t tell me you’re falling for this bullshit again. The last two children he claimed he found out one wasn’t his, and the other one, he still don’t know. You can buy this foolishness, but I’m not. This nigga love claiming people’s children as his own.”
Soon as those words left her mouth, I was standing there, wishing she wasn’t my sister. I wanted to choke the life out of her ass. Ever since we were young, she never knew how to keep her mouth shut.
“Enough, you two. Charmaine, go upstairs while I talk to your brother. He’s been through enough as it is. Don’t let him feel like a stranger. We’re all he’s got.”
“Okay, okay. I’m gone. But that’s the problem. You’re always babying his behind.” She then walked off, pouting.
“Don’t mind your sister. She’s going through a rough time. She and that boy broke up, and she’s taking it really hard.”
I looked at my mama and almost said, “I don’t give a fuck,” but instead, I just walked into the kitchen. Mama followed closely behind me.
I turned around to face her. “Listen, Mama, I need you to watch li’l man ’til his mama comes for him,” I lied.
“Hell no. I ain’t been feeling too well lately.”
I peeled off two grand and shoved it into her hand. Mama never ceased to amaze me. She’d always been money hungry.
“How long am I supposed to be keeping him?”
“Until his mama comes for him. She should be here in a few days.”
“All right. So where you off to?”
“’Bout to find somewhere to stay, and then I got some business to handle.”
“Be careful out there, baby.” She hugged me tightly, and it lasted for a good two minutes. I was happy to see my mama, but I was also in my feelings because it might be the last time I saw her.
“I love you, woman. Tell Daddy I love him too.”
I grabbed the plastic bag off the kitchen table and put the money inside. Then I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. I took one last look at li’l man and then walked out the door. I had no intention of ever seeing him again.
Chapter Thirty
Destiny Clarke
“Hey, babe. You asleep?” Spencer entered the room and asked me.
“Nah, just lying down.”
“Turn around, babe,” he demanded.
I obeyed his demand and turned around to face him. He handed me a gift bag.
“What’s this?” I quizzed.
“Open it up, lady,” he smiled.
I opened the bag... and it was the prettiest gun I’d ever laid eyes on. I took it completely out of the wrapper and examined it. It was purple, but I had no idea what kind it was. I just knew that it was pretty as hell. I rubbed my hand all over it.
“Is this mine?”
“Of course. After what happened with Josiah, I need you to have this. Especially those nights when I’m working late, or when I’m out of town.”
“Thank you, babe. She’s pretty too.”
“That’s a Ruger SR22-PG LADY Lilac 22. I knew you’d love it.”
“Well, you’re a man who knows what his woman wants.” I winked at him.
“I sure do.” He bent down and gave me a big, wet kiss on my cheek.
“Well, lemme jump in this shower. My damn back is killing me from sitting at the desk all day.”
“I can imagine. Go ahead and take your shower. I’ll give you a massage when you’re finished.”
“Shit, lemme go then. You know how much I love your massages.”
I heard the shower running, and Spencer with his good ass singing. Boy, the sound of that man’s voice did something crazy to my soul. My eyes started to gather water at thoughts of me not being able to enjoy my man fully. Yes, we had sex, but we had careful s
ex. I yearned for closeness. I wanted to feel my man’s cock all up against my walls. But the reality was, we couldn’t do that. Shit, I missed getting my pussy sucked on too.
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 buck-ass naked. I looked at him seductively as he walked toward the bed.
“Lie down on your stomach.”
I got up from the bed and grabbed my Victoria’s Secret Weightless Oil. Then I 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 come, 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 burst 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 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 good night.”
“Good night. 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 got 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. Instead, I got in 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 some Caribbean countries. That should be beautiful. Plus, I would get 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 than 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.
“Uuugh.” 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 your 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 up the phone.
“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 my NY Yankee-fitted hat.
“Amaiya, I’m gone. Don’t answer the door for anyone,” I hollered as I made 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 Clarke
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 things 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 probably thought that I was on some shit. The 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 the gun that I had in my drawer? I went looking for it earlier, and it’s 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. The 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 repay me? You’re one ungrateful-ass bastard.” She started crying.
“Listen to me, you stupid bitch. I’m calling your bluff. For one, your ass does not want the world to know that y
o’ lonely ass gave me a bond because you wanted to get fucked. See, it would bring 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 must 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 checked for the virus,” I chuckled.
I hung up the phone. 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 trash can and 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 since I knew where she went to school.
I needed a car, though, 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 hadn’t changed 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.
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