MY HUSBAND’S WHORE 2
BY RACQUEL WILLIAMS
Copyright © 2015 by Racquel Williams
Published by Sullivan Productions, LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright laws. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any person dead or alive, events or places are purely coincidental.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
First and foremost, I give all praises to Allah. Without him, none of this would be possible. I am forever grateful and definitely blessed.
To my Mom Rosa, thank you for being there through everything.
To Carlo; thank you for everything you’ve done to help me push my career. I appreciate you
To Papaya; thanks for supporting me, through it all.
To Danielle Marcus, Crystal Alexis, Melody Sims, Stacey Thomas, and Ebonee Oliver; I am so blessed and grateful that our paths have crossed. I look forward to many more years of success and laughter.
To Ambria Davis, you already know what it is. We on our way baby! Hold on a little longer.
To Kiera Northington, thank you. You’re a great editor and friend.
To Tasha Bynum and Sharlene Smith, thanks for the constant promotion of my work. I appreciate you ladies.
To my readers that have been rocking with me, no matter what I’m going through, please know I appreciate y’all; ChaLuvher Self, Aisha Taylor-Gamble, Sharon Bel, Tunya Williamson, Wendy Karmaisme, Joan Bro, Keta Battle, Sharon Jordan Rhea Wilson, LaTanya Garry, Crystal Brown-Handsome, Barbara Morgan, Dawn Jackson, Cherri Johnson, Mary Bishop, Kendra Littleton, JoAnn Hunter-Scott, Toni Futrell, Priscilla Murray, Joyce Dickerson, Nola Brooks, Beverly Onfroy, Erica Taylor, Yvonne Covington, Evelyn Johnson , Johnne Johnson, Tami Orr, Akia KiaBoo Porter, Dessiree Ellison, Qiana Drennen, Donica James, Cherita Price, Redgirl Pettrie, Jane Pennella, Lisa Borders, Muhammad, Alexis Goodwyn, Mellonie Brown, Tonya Tinsley, Pam Williams, Tammy Rosa, Venus Murray, Shann Adams, Nancy Pyram, Tina Simmons, Patricia Charles, Temmiyyia Davidson, Nicki Williams Kenia Michelle, Jenise Brown, Kysha Small, Suprenia Hutchins, MzNicki Ervin, Trina McGuire, Rebecca Rogers, Rita King, Stephanie Wiley, Kitty Sheila Johnson Stacey Phifer Mills, Tera Kinsley-Colman, Rebecca Alexander, Clarine Andujar, Drea Rogers, Lisa Royster-Byers, Sateria Stanley, Ricardo Harrison, Markita Hall and Kesia Ashworth-Lawrence
To my readers out there, that were not mentioned above. I will get y’all in the next round. Thanks for rocking with me.
To the Literary Divas of Spartanburg, thanks for supporting me!
Shout out to the Sisters of Essence Book club; Eva Lee, Sonja Cooks and the other ladies. I appreciate the love y’all have shown me.
Shout out to my BDP and Sullivan Production family. I appreciate y’all.
CHAPTER ONE
HASSAN
“Hello,” I answered my phone with an attitude!
It was Josiah on the line. He’d been blowing up my phone for a few hours and I had no intention to talk to him. I already told his ass, I wasn’t his father and even though it’s cutting me deep, there was no way I was going to play daddy to a bastard that wasn’t mine.
“Dad, it’s me Josiah,” his voice crackled through the phone.
“Yo what’s good? I thought I told you the other day, I aint yo’ daddy,” I sternly said.
“Dad, have you seen ma?”
“Nah, I ain’t seen her. I don’t deal wit’ yo’ mama anymore. If she’s not there, she might be with that nigga Corey. That’s who your daddy is.” I was ready to get off the phone.
“Why you being so nasty? I call you to ask you if you’ve seen my Moms and this is how you act. On the real I don’t even know why she fucks with you.”
“Nigga, you better watch your mouth. You hear me?” I yelled into the phone.
“Or what Dad? You goin’ beat me the same way you beat on my Moms?”
“Little nigga, don’t you forget, I was the one that fed and clothed your ass when yo’ ole trifling ass mama couldn’t do it. You owe me yo’ motherfucking life. You hear me? You owe me!” I yelled.
He didn’t respond; instead, he hung up the phone. I was tight as fuck. I wanted to beat that little nigga’s ass. Not so much for the shit he did, but for the grimey shit his mama pulled.
I was still heated that Imani ass played me like that. I was too embarrassed to call my Mama and them; I don’t even know how to let her know that’s not her grandchild. I wanted to kill that bitch. It’s one thing to play with my fucking feelings, but when you playing with my Mama’s feelings, it gets serious. I play a lot of games, but I don’t play when it comes down to Mama.
***
Finding that nigga Corey was a top priority. There was no way I was going let that nigga get away with what he did to me. I sat in my office pondering on how I was going go about it. I was well aware that I was a lawyer, and I didn’t want to get my hands dirty. That’s when a brilliant idea popped into my head. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed the number to this thug that I defended on a case and got him off. He owed me big time and I recalled him telling me, if I ever needed a favor, I should holla at him. Well the time has come for me to call in that favor!
CHAPTER TWO
Destiny
A woman can go through so many years of pain and abuse, but there comes a fucking point in life when enough is enough. I have never been in trouble before nor did I have a criminal past because trust me, going to prison was not in the equation.
I locked the door and peeped out the side of the window to make sure Mama was gone. I hate to see her go, but there’s no way I would involve her in anything illegal. I rushed to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I drank it in one big gulp… That wasn’t enough, so I poured a second and a third glass. I bust out crying, I felt like I was falling apart.
“God, what am I going to do?” I screamed out and fell to my knees.
I held on to the counter and started bawling my heart out. The pain ripped through my soul… I wanted it to all go away; Hassan, his bitch, and all the pain I was feeling. Damn! A few seconds later, it hit me that, the bitch was in my basement and I needed to get down there fast. I couldn’t risk Hassan coming to the house and finding her. I got up, wiped my tears and grabbed the bag that had the tape inside and ran down the stairs.
I let out a gush of air, when I saw she was still there. She was starting to come to and looked at me, as I was walking toward her.
“Bitch, what the fuck you did? I’m going to beat your ass, soon as I get out of here,” she barely mumbled.
My heart felt pity for her, because she was a woman, like myself, that got caught up in a love triangle by this two-timing ass nigga, Hassan. I wanted to help her, but…
“Bitch, untie me, “she screamed.
I took another long look at her, and decide against it.
“You know little girl, none of this would be happening, if you did not talk so much. I get it, you were fucking my husband, but I wouldn’t have known if you did not call my phone and brag about it. See this is the difference between a young bitch and a grown woman. A grown woman would’ve taken the cock, got paid, and played her position to the fullest. I’m not angry with you, because you’re nothing, but a young dumb bitch,” I spat.
“Bitch fuck you, Hassan didn’t want yo old ass. He love me, he was only using you for the money. He often complained to me about your old raggedy ass.”
“I’m going to say this, then I’m finis
h schooling yo’ young ass. Hassan is a dog; he will say whatever he needs to say whenever it benefits him. If he love you, like you claim he wouldn’t have busted your face up like that. That is not love, but then again look at you, you’re pitiful.” I spit in that hoe’s face.
She started screaming and hollering. Calling me all kinds of names. That kind of behavior definitely stirred up all the emotions that were bottled up inside of me. I grabbed an axe that was nearby.
“Ahhhh,” I took a chop at her, but I missed the first time and almost chopped my damn foot.
I think God intervened on her behalf because I was ready to kill that whore. Who the fuck did she think she was, coming up in my shit like this?
“Nooooooooo!!!” she screamed out and held her head.
I dropped the axe and drop to my knees. I wrapped my ten, tiny fingers tightly around that whore’s neck as I flashback to times when my stepfather fucked me as a child. My blood boiled with rage as I remembered the pain I went through. I took out every bit of anger that I felt throughout my life on her ass.
“Please, nooo! Please,” she barely screamed out while gasping for air.
I finally let her neck loose, then touched her pale looking face. I knew if I had continued to squeeze a little longer, I would have ended her life.
“Why couldn’t you just leave us alone? I didn’t want any trouble. All I wanted was to have my husband, that’s all,” I said as I wept….
CHAPTER THREE
Hassan
I had a meeting with dude named Big Dre. He was the dude that I got off on a murder rap a few months ago. He didn’t hesitate when I told him I needed a favor. I was cautious not to discuss business over the phone. See I ain’t no fool. I knew that dude was already hot, and I couldn’t risk getting torn off with this career criminal.
I opened the safe in my office, even though we didn’t decide on a price; however, I wanted to give this nigga a down payment. I took out two grand, closed the safe, and walked out of the office.
“Hey Shari, I’m leaving out for the remainder of the day. Please forward all calls to my cell.”
“Okay boss. Will do. You have a good one.”
I nodded at her, and then walked out the door. Damn, the sound of her Trinidadian accent sent chills through my dick, which gave me an instant erection. Funny thing is, I had my eyes set on her since the first day that she walked into the office and applied for the job. I peeped she was the kind that like to play hard to get. She just don’t know that’s my type because I will punish that pussy just because she played hard to get. I had a strong feeling; I was going to be banging her back out pretty soon.
***
I carefully parked on the side of building far away from the cameras. I noticed his Charger was parked to the far right. I walked up to the car and got inside.
“Whaddup Bossman?”
“I can’t call it. Things kind of crazy right now.”
“Oh yea? So what can I help you with?”
“Before I start, I need to know that you aren’t wearing no wire or no shit like that.”
“W-h-a-t, you just say to me nigga?” Do I look like a motherfucking rat? He snapped.
“Nah, chill dawg. I ain’t mean nothing like that. I’m a lawyer so you can understand why I have to be careful.” I tried to diffuse the situation fast.
“Aiight yo, what kind of favor do you need? Make it quick, I got shit to do.”
I wasn’t feeling this nigga’s attitude. This bum must’ve forgotten who got him acquitted of all charges, and if I hadn’t gotten him off; his black ass would’ve been in prison probably getting fucked in the ass. He had no idea; he owed me his motherfucking freedom.
“Yo I don’t know if you remember a nigga name Corey from over Edenwald. He used to be with me, back in the day. Anyways I got word that he hangs out at Big Len auto body in Mount Vernon. The nigga violated me when he fucked my baby mama and I need him handled.”
“Ha ha, so lemme get this right. You want me to fuck up a nigga over a bitch? Damn my nigga, I thought you was a G.” He stared at me.
“Watch your mouth. That bitch belongs to me, and that nigga was my right hand man.”
I wanted to punch this dude in the throat, but I didn’t ‘cause I peeped the 9mm Glock on the mat by his feet. I was his lawyer, so I was aware that he was a cold blooded killer.
“Aiight yo, give me e’erything you got on the nigga. So lemme get this right. You want me to rough him up a little or you want me to body him?”
“Don’t leave no witnesses. I need him to pay for the bullshit he pulled. Here go two grand, take it as a down payment, when the job is complete, you can tell me how much I owe you. I need this to remain between us, you understand? I can’t afford to have my name associated with anything illegal.” I looked him dead in the eyes.
“Man, keep that chump change. I gotcha, but I need you to understand if I ever get into another jam, the tab will be on you.”
“Here is a picture of dude, it’s a little old, but trust me, he still looks the same.”
He snatched the picture out of my hand. “Aiight yo, got to go.”
I didn’t say another word. I opened the car door and stepped out into the brisk air. I nervously walked away from his car. I expected to see law enforcement rushing in from all angles. I guess I‘ve seen too many murder for hire cases where the person that is being hired, is not a killer, but a police detective. I braced the cold and headed to my car. I got inside, sat down and let out a long sigh. I took a quick glance around before I pulled off.
***
I pulled into my driveway, and I took a deep breath. I hate coming to the house, just the sight of that bitch made me sick to my stomach. I could’ve found me another place to live, but there was no way I was going let this bitch think she could put me out my shit. I understand that, I ain’t put a dollar into buying the house, but I’m married to the bitch, so technically what’s hers is ours and what’s mine is motherfucking mine. Bottom line is, I wasn’t going anywhere until I was motherfucking ready.
Soon as I stepped foot into the door and took my shoes off, I looked up and here this bitch is standing in front of me with an axe in her hand. She looked deranged, like a bitch in hell. Her eyes widened as she took a step toward me.
“I told you I want you out of my shit!” she yelled.
“Yo B, go ahead on. I ain’t stuttin’ yo ass.” I pushed her away from me.
She looked at me and smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile; it was more like a devilish grin. This was the first time I’ve ever seen her behave like this. The woman that I knew was fragile and scary. This bitch that stood in front of me looked cold an unattached.
“Aye yo Destiny, I ain’t goin’ nowhere ‘til I’m ready. You need to put that axe down before you do something stupid. I thought you would’ve learned not to fuck wit’ me after what happened to you last time.”
“Fuck you, you dirty bastard. I gave you too many chances, but you done ran out. You disgust me, running around here like you’re gods blessing to women. You and that ole filthy ass cock. You make my fucking soul sick and to think I fucking loved you. I should’ve left your dirty ass a long time ago.”
I was sick of hearing her mouth. I dropped my briefcase, then took a step toward her and slapped her face back to back.
She stepped closer, raised the axe and chopped me on my arm, twice.
“You crazy bitch! You just fucking chopped me. I’m going to beat your motherfucking ass.”
I tried to grab at her, but the pain was intense and blood was dripping everywhere. She stood there with the axe raised with an evil look plastered across her face.
“Come closer, so I can get your ass again,” she warned.
“Bitch fuck you. You better watch your motherfucking back.”
“I done told yo’ ass, get the fuck out of my house or the next time I will go for your head. You hear me, Hassan?”
I picked up my briefcase, put my shoes back on and walked back out the do
or. I need to stop this bleeding, I thought. I got back into my car. I thought about going to the hospital, but decided against it. I didn’t want to get the police involved.
I decided to go my Mama’s crib; she always had bandages and knew how to wrap up a wound. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around the open cut, which was pretty deep. The sight of the blood only made me angrier. I wanted to kill that bitch!
***
I pulled up at Mama’s crib on Barnes Avenue. I parked and jumped out the car. I rang the doorbell.
“Who is it?” she hollered.
“It’s me Mama.”
She opened the door, and looked at me, like I didn’t belong there.
“What a surprise, this is. What’s this, the second time since we moved here, that you’ve shown your face? Wait, is that blood dripping? What’s wrong wit’ your arm?” she became concerned.
I walked past her and into the kitchen. “Mama, I need you to clean this for me and dress it up.”
“Boy what the hell done happened? Who did this to you?” She took the jacket from around my arm.
“Man that crazy bitch chopped me with an axe.”
“Say what? What crazy bitch and did you call the police on her ass?” she asked as she poured peroxide into my open wound.
“Destiny, ole dumb ass. Nah, I ain’t call the police. Shit half the force in the Bronx knows me, and I don’t want to my business out there.”
“I’m going to call Charmaine when I’m finish. You know she ‘ont play when it comes down to you. I told yo’ ass to leave that old, trifling ass bitch alone, but you too damn hard headed. Oh shoot! I almost forgot to ask you. Have you seen Imani? Josiah been looking for his mama.”
“Nah, he called my phone, but I told him I ain’t seen her. So, he still can’t find her? I mean, even though she a hoe, that ain’t like her to not let her son know where she at.”
“Boy watch your mouth! Imani is a good woman. I wish you would see that and quit playing with that girl feelings.”
My Husband's Whore Part 2 Page 1