My Husband's Mistress 2

by Racquel Williams

  Whew, what a day, I thought as I lay back on the full bed that came with the furnished room. I was tired of 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 rested, 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 Clarke

  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’ll call in security to escort you out.”

  This bitch has no idea that I don’t give a fuck about her or no goddamn security. They’ll need an ambulance if that bitch keeps 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 else who 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 ho. 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, please.”

  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 my daughter’s and my 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 court 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’m 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’ll also 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 my family or me, 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.

  On my way home, I dialed Spencer’s number, 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. Since I was in the city, I decided to stop by Mama’s house. I swear, I needed 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 all right?”

  “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 or me, 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 just to 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 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 Thirty-one

  Hassan Clarke

  When I first got locked up, I vowed to get out and build a case against Destiny so she would spend the rest of her life in prison, but all that shit changed. That wicked bitch deserved to die slowly. 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 h
ad 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 counting on. I drove off feeling defeated.

  * * *

  I woke up bright and early the next morning. I needed a computer and a cell phone, so I decided to go to Fordham Road, where they always had discounted shit. I didn’t need an expensive computer. Shit, I only needed to use it once, so the quality didn’t matter as long as I could connect to the internet.

  I copped the computer and also bought a prepaid phone out of Metro PCS. It’s crazy how easy it was to get things nowadays. Then I jumped in my car and looked for a McDonald’s so I could use their free Wi-Fi.

  I finally found one and pulled into the parking lot. I logged on the computer and started to Google news stories. Nothing came up, but then I pulled up the news websites and typed in the info that my mama had given me.

  There it was in black and white. I clicked on the link and started to read. The main thing that I was looking for was the address where that incident had taken place. And there it was.... That bitch had moved to White Plains. So much for hiding from me.

  The story was very detailed and even named her live-in boyfriend. So, that dumb bitch had my daughter living with another nigga. I bet you she had her calling that nigga daddy too. I cringed at the thought of that happening. I was pissed all over again. I stored the address in my phone’s notes, logged off the computer, and walked off.

  “Sir, you’re leaving your computer,” the lady that was sitting next to me yelled out.

  “You can have that shit,” I yelled back. I continued walking, thinking about the shit I had just read about.

  I decided to grab a bottle from the liquor store. I was pissed and needed something strong. Hennessy Black was my drink of choice. I was pulling off from the liquor store when this young, pretty, black chick walked up to the car.

  “Looking for some company, baby?”

  “Yup, get in.”

  She jumped into the car, and I pulled off.

  “What you trying to do, baby?” she asked seductively.

  “Everything. I’ve got money, so you’re good.”

  I liked her because she wasn’t nosy. She didn’t ask me a million and one questions. She was a trick that knew what she wanted, and I just wanted to fuck and suck for a few hours. I pulled up at the rooming house, and we got out. She followed me inside, and I locked the door behind us.

  Without wasting any time, shorty undressed, showing her curvy body. She had a phat ass on her, which made my dick hard. I was ready to run up in her and let out all the frustration I was feeling.

  Shorty took my dick into her mouth and gobbled it up. She sucked it with passion, like she was making love to it. It wasn’t even ten good minutes before I exploded in her mouth. I quickly got on top of her and let the beast go. I placed both of her legs on my shoulders and went in hard. I showed no mercy on that phat-ass pussy. I could tell that she was a pro because she didn’t make a sound. She just threw that pussy on me while holding me tightly. She busted a few times all over my dick, which only made me pound that pussy harder. Eventually, I nutted all up in her pussy.

  “Shorty, you got some good pussy,” I said as I got up off her.

  I peeled off three hundred, even though she didn’t give me a price. That pussy was worth every last dime. I watched as she got dressed and smiled at me.

  “See you around, baby. Do you want my number?”

  “Nah, that ain’t necessary.”

  “A’ight. See you around.” She smiled and left.

  As soon as she left, I locked the front door. Then I went back to my room, gathered my things, and went to the shower. As I bathed, a picture of Destiny popped up in my head. I would never forget the last time I saw that bitch... the way she belittled me and talked down on me like I wasn’t worth shit. That bitch just knew that she had the upper hand. Let’s see how much power that old dumb ho has when she meets her creator.

  Destiny Clarke

  I pulled into the driveway and parked my car. It had definitely been a rough day for me. I sat in the car for a few minutes, just trying to digest it all. I was worried about that nigga walking around, free as a bird, but my real problem was the fact that I knew he was going to find a way to drag me into a murder investigation. I swear, he was like a sore that never healed. Why couldn’t he just take one for the team?

  Flashbacks of the day when I killed that bitch ran through my mind. I remembered that I didn’t go there to kill her. It wasn’t until I saw that smile on her face that I decided that grimy bitch had to go. I was terrified that her ass would take the money, and as soon as she spent it, she’d be back for more. There was no way I was going to be blackmailed by that bitch. In that split second, I became a killer.

  “God, please help me. I swear, I need you. I can’t go to prison,” I cried. I rested my head on the steering wheel and poured out all of my worries to the man above. I was so caught up in my pleas that I didn’t see when Spencer pulled up behind me.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  I jumped as he knocked on my car window. I quickly tried to wipe away my tears, but it was too late.

  “Open the door. Why are you sitting in the car crying? What the hell is going on?”

  I unlocked the door and opened it. I looked at him and saw that he was waiting for an answer.

  “Spencer, Hassan is out of prison. I got the call from my attorney this morning,” I managed to say in between sobs.

  “You’re fucking joking, right?” He looked at me for confirmation.

  “Nah, some stupid-ass judge overthrew his convictions, and now he’s free.”

  He knelt in front of me on the hard concrete and took my hands into his.

  “I know that’s your baby daddy and all, but if that pussy-ass nigga comes anywhere near my family, I’m gonna body his ass. I’m about sick of this shit. This fucking system is flawed, and that’s why niggas be acting like the judge and jury,” he yelled.

  I rested my head on his shoulder and continued to sob. He let my hands go and then wrapped his arms around me. I continued crying as he held me.

  “Babe, listen to me. I’ve got you. On my dead mama, I swear, I got you. If that nigga so much as breathes on you, I’m gonna kill him and his motherfucking family, and I don’t give a fuck about no jail time. I will gladly lay it down, as long as I know my queen is straight.”

  I knew that he was serious as hell. Spencer was one of those dudes who walked the walk and talked the talk, and he wasn’t into playing games.

  “Let’s go in the house. Wipe those tears away. That nigga ain’t worth it.”

  He held my hand as he led me into the house. I felt so much better now that he was home.

  * * *

  I woke up to the aroma of coffee. As I opened my eyes, I noticed Spencer was standing in front of me, holding a tray with breakfast. I smiled at him as I sat up.

  “You were up early cooking, huh?”

  “I wanted to do something special for my queen. I know you had a rough night. You tossed and turned all night long.”

  “Yes, I wasn’t feeling good.”

  I took a sip of the fresh Folgers coffee.

  “Spencer, would you still marry me if you found out that I did something bad?”

  “As long as you didn’t cheat, there’s nothing that can make me not want to marry you. Now, tell me, what are you talking about?”

  I looked in his eyes and tried to read him, but I couldn’t. If he was feeling something, he was good at holding it back.

  “Sit down.” I patted the bed.

  I started the story of how Imani showed up on my doorstep and how things went down after that. I didn’t leave out anything. I even told him about the day that I decided enough was enough. By the time I was finished cleansing my soul, I was bawling like a c
hild who was being whooped by a parent.

  “Wow! That’s some deep shit you just spit out.”

  “Spencer, I understand if you don’t want to get married. I deserve that.”

  “Man, shut up, woman. You think I’m one of those weak-ass niggas out here. I’m irritated that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me this before now. I mean, we’re about to get married. Where’s the trust?” He looked at me with intensity.

  “I trust you, Spencer, but how do I come out and tell you that I killed a woman, and I’m scared I might be going to jail? I didn’t know how.”

  “The same way you just told me. Destiny, please understand that I love you with everything in me, but from this day on, we have to be truthful with each other. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  I felt like shit because I knew I had betrayed him and our trust. I swear it wasn’t intentional, but it was a secret that I had planned on taking to my grave. Well, that was until Hassan got released. Although that bastard and I were divorced, he still continued to cause havoc in my life.

  “Listen, I’m about to leave for the office. I want you to keep your gun with you at all times. Even when you take a shower. Best believe, that nigga is no fool, and if he wants to get to you, he will find a way to. There’s also a fully loaded 9 mm downstairs under the couch, closest to the TV. If you have to, reach for it and shoot without asking questions. Always remember, it’s either him or you, and I prefer it to be him. Press the trigger, and don’t stop till the motherfucker is dead. If anything happens, call me first before you call the police.”

  I sat there, taking in everything that he was spitting to me. Like a good student, I was making mental notes.

  Hassan Clarke

  What a nice neighborhood, I thought as I drove down the street, searching for the address that I put in my phone’s GPS. It was definitely an upgrade from the house we used to live in.