My Husband's Mistress 2

by Racquel Williams

  “Your destination is on the right. Your destination is on the right. You’re now at your destination.”

  I pulled up on the other side of the street and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. I didn’t want to bring any kind of attention to myself. It wasn’t dark yet, and I could see a car parked in the driveway.

  I sat there, just staring directly at the house and drinking a beer. I noticed a car pull in and scooted down in my seat. The car was parked, but no one got out, which was weird. I continued sitting there.

  About twenty minutes later, another car pulled up, and that time, a man got out. I couldn’t see his face as he walked up to the car that was parked. Whatever the fuck was going on, I wished I was closer so that I could see it. Minutes later, they walked hand in hand into the house. I knew that the bitch was Destiny, although I didn’t see her face. I could tell by the way that bitch was shaped and how she walked.

  I sat there for a few more minutes, and then I pulled off. “Gotcha,” I said as I turned the radio on.

  * * *

  The sound of the alarm on my phone woke me up. It was only six o clock, but I wanted to be back in front of the house before anyone left so that I could get an idea of their comings and goings. I stopped at the Dunkin’ Donuts on North Broad Street before I headed to their house.

  The block was still quiet and seemed like those people didn’t have jobs. I guess that’s how the rich people lived. That thought only angered me. All of the money that bitch took from me, I saw where the fuck it went. That bitch even had a new fucking car. So, while I was eating fucking noodles every day, she and that nigga were spending my hard earned dollars.

  As soon as the thought left my mind, I noticed that nigga walking out the door. That time, he was facing me, so I got a better look at his face. “Ain’t this a bitch,” I yelled out as I hit my steering wheel. I never forgot a face that I’d seen before. That was none other than the fuck nigga that was at the house the day I walked in on them. So that bitch was with the nigga that she was cheating on me with?

  I opened the car door but quickly closed it. After taking a couple of deep breaths, I sat back down in the seat. As much as I would love to kill the nigga she’s fucking, my beef was with that ho, so I would totally focus on her ass.

  I watched as he got in his car and drove off. What a fucking fool. He didn’t even look at his surroundings. I waited for about five minutes, and then I got out of the car, stretched, and looked around. Everything seemed cool. I crossed the street and walked into the yard. I thought about ringing the bell but decided against that. Destiny was no fool, and I was pretty sure that she knew I was free on bond.

  I carefully walked around the house toward the back. Most of the windows had burglar bars on them. I continued walking until I reached what seemed like a sunroom. It was my lucky day because the window was pulled up, showing the screen.

  I leaned back on the wall and listened. I wanted to make sure that there was no movement inside. The coast was clear, so I decided to jump on the chance. I grabbed the knife from my pocket and cut through the screen. Then I quickly climbed in, being careful not to make noise.

  I quickly crept to the far end, where the door was located. I tried the door, and to my surprise, it was open. I looked at the table and spotted a cup of coffee. So, she must’ve just left the room. I pushed the door open with a gun in my hand. I was ready for whatever was waiting on the other side.

  Destiny Clarke

  After Spencer left, I decided to sit in the sunroom and log on to the computer to surf the web. These days, shopping had become a hobby for me. I had to admit that my favorite website was Angel Brinks. They had some nice clothes there, and I was looking for something special to wear on our honeymoon.

  I had left my credit card upstairs, so I quickly went to get it. I grabbed it and went back downstairs. When I tried to open the door, it was locked. I stood there for a minute, thinking. I didn’t lock the door when I came in, so why was it locked now? I knew that Amaiya was at my mama’s house. I brushed it off since there was no one else in the house. I was a little on edge because that nigga was out of prison. I laughed out loud and went back to what I was doing. But for some reason, I was uneasy. That locked door kept bothering me. I just knew that I didn’t lock it.

  I let out a long sigh. “Always follow your gut instinct,” Spencer’s voice reminded me in my head. I didn’t waste another second. I closed my computer and quickly left the sunroom. That time, I locked the door. I looked to the left, toward the kitchen, and thought I saw the shadow of a man. I walked into the kitchen, but no one was there. I shook my head, walked out of the kitchen, and started to walk up the stairs. My nerves were messed up. Maybe it was because of my medicine. Whatever it was, I needed to lie my behind down before I fucked something up.

  I turned on the TV and Good Morning America was still on. Ever since I was diagnosed with HIV, I’d been watching it because Robin Roberts was such an inspiration to me. She was a woman who had fought breast cancer and myelodysplastic syndrome and survived. She showed women like me that even though we were sick, we still could push forward. I lay there watching TV until I felt myself dozing off.

  Just as I dozed off, that little voice popped back up in my head, reminding me that I didn’t lock that door the first time I came into the house. I immediately sat up in bed, opened my nightstand drawer, and grabbed the gun that Spencer had bought me. I checked to make sure that it was loaded. Then I placed it on my chest while I lay on my back. I put my hand on it just to make sure that if anything happened, I could get to it ASAP. By now, I was feeling tired, so I closed my eyes. I needed a little nap. Maybe when I got up, I would feel better.

  * * *

  That nap was everything. I was sleeping so good until the phone rang and woke me. After I talked to Spencer, I realized that it was a little after two. It was time to get up and take some steaks out of the freezer. I was going to cook my family steak and potatoes tonight. I took the steak out and put it under the running water. Then I grabbed the ten-pound bag of red potatoes and started cutting up some of them. I wasn’t the best cook, but I enjoyed cooking for my family.

  “Well, hello there, love. Did you miss me?”

  My body tensed up as Hassan’s voiced echoed and sent chills down my spine. I was scared to turn around, to look at the bitch-ass nigga that was standing in my kitchen, breathing down my neck. I swallowed hard as my mind ran to my gun that was still upstairs.

  “Say something, darling. Damn, you’re not goin’ welcome your husband home?”

  I was no longer the dumb-ass Destiny he knew. I knew how to deal with this nigga.

  “Hassan, what the hell are you doing in my house?” I quietly asked.

  “Your house, bitch? This is my shit. You stole my motherfucking money and bought this shit. I told yo’ ass that I would be back to pay your ass in full. Now, here I am, sugar. I’m here to get what is rightfully mine.” He kissed my neck.

  All the hairs on my neck stood up as I trembled inside. I had the knife in my hand, but my back was toward him. I wanted to cut out his fucking insides, then watch him bleed out, but it wasn’t possible.

  “Damn, bitch. You still smell good. I can imagine what you taste like. Destiny, you really thought you were gonna get away with setting me up and then robbing me? You know better than that.” He taunted me while he grinded against my ass.

  I was shivering on the inside as he started to fondle my breast. Tears started rolling down my face as that nigga violated me once again. I couldn’t move because he had me pinned against the counter. I kept looking at the knife that I was still holding. I knew that he was armed because he kept rubbing the gun up and down my back.

  “You see, bitch, you are not as smart as you think you are. How the fuck you goin’ use my gun to kill my bitch and then set me up? Like I wasn’t goin’ find out. You a dumb-ass bitch. See, Destiny, your ass wasn’t shit when I met you. You were only a means to an end. I loved Imani. I could never love your dry
pussy ass.” He downgraded me as he ripped my clothes off.

  “God, I’m not asking for a lot. I just want strength,” I whispered to God.

  He pulled my drawers down and slid his cock into my asshole with force.

  I closed my eyes as the pain, both mental and physical, ripped through my body.

  “Noooo! Noooo!” I screamed out as he ripped my asshole apart. Pee trickled down my legs as I shook uncontrollably.

  I wanted to collapse, but he had me locked in. He rammed in and out of my ass. Tears rolled down my face, and he seemed to be enjoying every bit of it. I stopped screaming because each time I did that, he went in deeper. My body was hurting, and my ass was on fire.

  “See, bitch, your ass is way better than your pussy. I should’ve been fucking this a long time ago.”

  “Hassan, please don’t do this to me. I’m sorry for everything I did to you.”

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch, and take this dick.” He used the gun and hit me in the back of my head.

  “Noooo! Noooo!” I screamed out.

  Things started to look dim in front of me. I used all my might and tried to stay conscious, but that blow was too hard. I couldn’t hold my eyes open any longer.

  Hassan Clarke

  That old, dumb-ass bitch thought she had all of the sense in the world. I walked up the stairs as she slept. Shit, I stood over her and watched her for a while. I could’ve killed her, but that would’ve been too easy. I planned to torture that bitch. I wanted to burn that bitch while she was alive.

  I walked downstairs to look for some gasoline in the garage. While I was down there, I heard footsteps upstairs that let me know that she was awake. I wasn’t tripping. Let the games begin....

  I stood in the kitchen doorway for a good five minutes before I walked up on her. I was so close that I could smell the soap this bitch used to bathe.

  This ho jumped when I let my presence be known. I wished I could’ve seen her face. But the position that she was in was better for what I was about to do to that ass, and I literally meant that ass. That bitch’s pussy was garbage; plus, I wasn’t going to fuck her for enjoyment. I was gonna fuck her to rip out that bitch’s insides. I wanted that bitch to know how I felt when my freedom was taken.

  I was tired of hearing her fucking mouth, so I bust that ho in the motherfucking head with my gun. Blood spewed out of the open wound. I knew that was enough to knock that whining bitch out. I pulled my dick out of her and grabbed her as she collapsed to the ground. I threw her over my shoulder and then threw that bitch on the couch.

  She was out cold, but that didn’t mean the show wasn’t going to go on. I dropped my pants, took out my dick, and stuck it in her pussy. I fucked her like a dog in heat. Each stroke that I put on her reminded me of what that bitch did to me, so I wasn’t easing up.

  “Bitch, you fucked up my life,” I said as I put my hand around her neck and squeezed it hard as I pumped my dick inside of her. Her ass started to come to. I knew then that I needed to hurry and do what I planned on doing. I pulled my dick out, pulled my pants up, and walked through the house down to the garage. I was looking for gasoline because I was going to shoot that bitch and then light the house on fire. I was going to make sure that she didn’t make it.

  Bitch, you thought you won, but I get the last laugh, I thought as I walked away.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Destiny Clarke

  I started to come to. My head was throbbing so badly, and my vision was blurred. I wanted to die when Hassan kept savagely fucking me, but thoughts of my family popped into my head, and that’s when I knew I had to live. I couldn’t let that nigga end my life like that. And I couldn’t believe that I had left my gun upstairs. There was no way that I could get away and run up there to get it. I didn’t make a sound as he fucked me and spat degrading words at me.

  As if that weren’t enough, he put his crusty hand around my neck and started to squeeze hard. I wanted to beg him for my life. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but I chose not. I decided not to give that nigga the satisfaction. I kept my eyes closed as he continued pleasing himself. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish that I was feeling.

  I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he pulled his dick out of me and got up. I remained still. I was scared of what he might do if he realized that I was awake. He left the room. I barely opened my eyes, so I could get an idea of where he was.

  I put a gun in the living room by the couch closest to the TV.

  My survival instincts kicked in immediately. I realized that I was lying on that same couch. I reached my arm underneath the cushion but found nothing. I then reached on the other side, and I found it. I quickly grabbed it and hid my hand under my leg. As soon as I did that, I heard him walking back into the room. I closed my eyes and continued holding my breath.

  “Bitch, wake your ass up. I need you to look at me when I throw this gasoline on your ass,” he said.

  It was now or never. I brought my right hand up from my leg and fired the gun, hitting him in the shoulder.

  “You stupid biiiitch,” he yelled out at me.

  He reached for his gun that he had laid on the far end of the couch, but he was too late. I jumped up and fired another shot in his leg. He fell to the ground that time.

  “You dumb-ass bitch. I’m gonna kill you.”

  I stood over him as he continued to call me every name he could think of. I wiped the tears from my eyes and walked closer to him.

  “Hassan, my love, you are the only dumb one around here. You should’ve stayed the fuck away from me, but you didn’t. You just had to show your fucking face. You had to stick that infected-ass cock into me, and now you will fucking pay.”

  “Bitch, I’m fucking bleeding. You need to call the fucking ambulance.”

  “Shut your bitch ass up.”

  Blap! Blap! Blap! I smacked this fuck nigga with the butt of the gun.

  Rage filled my soul as I remembered everything that fuck nigga had put me through since the day he walked into my life.

  “Destiny, please, help me. Please, think about our daughter. She needs her daddy.”

  I stooped down beside him. “No, honey. She will be fine without your ass. You’ve been nothing but a fucking nuisance in our lives. Now, tell me, Hassan, how does it feel lying here, bleeding on this fucking floor, and begging me to save your life?”

  “You are a wicked bitch. You’re not gonna get away with this shit. You’re gonna pay for this.” His voice cracked as he spoke.

  “I waited for the fucking day when I would have you begging like the bitch you really are. That gorilla-looking bitch should’ve killed your ass when she was pregnant. That would’ve saved a lot of fucking women you fucked over from dealing with your old, poor-dick ass. I blame myself for picking yo’ old poor ass up and trying to turn you into somebody.”

  “Suck my dick, bitch. You weren’t shit before I met you. I made you, Destiny. Ha-ha. Me, Hassan Clarke, made you. You hear me, bitch?” he spat.

  His words cut through my skin and made me even angrier. I got up and dashed into the kitchen and grabbed the same knife that I was using to cut the potatoes, and ran back into the living room. Then I knelt beside him and tried to loosen his pants as he breathed loudly. I was going to show that fucking nigga that he didn’t make shit. All he did was create havoc in my life.

  “What the fuck are you doing? You crazy bitch.” He grabbed at his crotch area.

  “Nigga, move your motherfucking hand or die. You wanna live, don’t you?” I pressed the barrel against his head. I was no longer thinking rationally. It was either him or me.

  His body tensed up as he pleaded. “Please, don’t do this to me, Destiny. I love you. Please, don’t.” That nigga sounded like a begging bitch.

  I realized that he wasn’t trying to let that dick go without a fight. So I pressed the barrel up against his wrist and shot him. “Let it go, fuck nigga,” I demanded.

  “Destiny, oh my God, you’re
trying to kill me. It’s me, Hassan—your man. Remember us and our love?” he cried out in desperation.

  I pulled the gun away from him and flashbacked on the time when I was young, and I cut my adopted father’s cock off. I used my knee to put force on Hassan’s groin area, snatched up that cock, and used the knife to cut it off. It didn’t come off completely, so I tried a second time and made a clean cut.

  “Noooo!” His scream echoed throughout the house.

  I wasn’t shaken. I took the limp-ass cock and stuffed it deep into his mouth.

  “Now, you can suck yo’ own cock, you faggot-ass nigga.” I pushed it farther in.

  He tried to say something, but I couldn’t hear him because he was too busy sucking his cock. I used the back of my hand and wiped off the blood that splattered on my face. He couldn’t speak, so he started kicking his feet.

  I was still feeling angry. I didn’t think that was enough torture after all of the shit he had done to me. I picked the gun up again.

  “You see, Hassan, you underestimated me. You thought I was weak, but I proved you wrong. Now, tell that bitch and her son that I said hello, and I hope you all rot in hell.”

  Pop! Pop! Pop! I fired three more shots into his body without blinking.

  Then I stood over him with the gun still aimed at him. I watched as he took his last breath after kicking his legs and shaking his hands. I knelt and rubbed his face with my hand. I then put my cheek to his. “You underestimated me, my dear husband. I am not the weak bitch you married years ago.” I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes and left the living room.

  For some strange reason, I felt relieved, like a burden was lifted off me instantly. I was no killer, but after the shit he had put me through, killing him was easy. I was enjoying him being dead so much that I forgot that I needed to call Spencer. Quickly, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed my phone. I was getting anxious when the thought of the police popped into my head.