“How you been? I’m happy to know you’re back.”
“I’m good. And you?”
Hmm, her attitude kind of threw me off. I expected her to be upset and cussing me out. I recalled the last time, I saw her, was when I beat her up.
“I’m straight ma. I was wondering if we could have lunch or something.”
“I ‘ont know ‘bout all that. Let me get back with you.”
“I understand. Well you got my number, hit my line and let me know what you decide.”
“Okay, sure will.” She hung the phone up.
I had no idea why I was still trying to see her ass, truth was the bitch played me in the worst way, but I can’t stop thinking about her. I miss fucking her and I had so many questions that I need answers to. I just do. She kind of pissed me off, I wanted to see her now, and not whenever she wanted to see me.
***
After work, I decided to stop by her apartment. I decided not to call her. I wanted to see why she had to wait to see me. I knocked on her door.
“Who is it?” She yelled.
“It’s me Hassan.”
She opened the door and stood there, staring me down.
“You not goin’ invite me in?”
“I thought I told you, that I would get back with you?” she screwed her face up at me.
“Imani, come on bae. I just need to see you. I miss you yo.”
I looked back to make sure, no one was around. I was a G, and I couldn’t risk anyone hearing me, pleading to a female.
“Come on, this is me. I just want to talk,” I pleaded.
“Man, come in, but the minute you start any kind of shit, I ‘m putting you out.”
I had no idea, who she was checking like that. But I was a patient man, which knew how to play his cards right. I didn’t say a word; I stepped in and close the door behind me.
Out of nowhere, Josiah walked from the back. “What this nigga doing here?”
“Watch your mouth dude. This your mom’s crib and she invited me. You got that young nigga?”
“Hassan, shut up. Josiah, I just want to talk to him.”
“You the grown up, you ‘ont have to explain shit to him.” This nigga was beginning to become a nuisance.
“You invited him here, after what he did to you? You dumber than I thought.” He hissed his teeth and walked out the door.
“What’s his problem? You need to get him in check, the little nigga getting out of control.
“Really Hassan? And you don’t think you had anything to do with it?”
“Babe listen, you right I have a lot to do with it. I know I fucked up Imani.”
“Fucked up? You caused me to lose my baby. That’s more than fucking up.”
“I agree and I’m sorry for e’erything that I put you through. I swear Imani, I snapped after what that nigga Corey said about, Josiah is his son. I was crushed B. Fuck I’m still hurting. Can you understand that?”
I know, I can pull this off, I assured myself. I blinked a few times and eventually I got a few tear drops. That was enough to get myself crying. This wasn’t anything new, I learned early on, women were suckers for a nigga crying. Let’s see how good I really am?
It didn’t take long for her to fall for the foolery. In no time, she was professing her love for me. I really missed fucking her, so I made up by tearing that pussy up right in the middle of the living room. She wasn’t too worried about her son walking in on us and I definitely didn’t give a fuck about him. If you asked me, I would love for him to see me burning his mama’s ass up, maybe then he’ll learn to shut the fuck up.
After having sex, I knew I had her where I wanted her. “Sit down B, lemme rap wit’ you.”
“Yo how long, you and Corey been fucking around?”
“I thought you let that go. What was all that crying and you telling me you love me? Was all that a lie, to get some pussy?”
“Imani chill out, you of all people should know I ain’t hard up for pussy. Now answer my question. In order for us to move on, I need to know the truth. You understand?” I looked her in the eyes.
Before she could respond, her son walked in. The tension was on the rise and I felt like it would only get worse. I decided it was best for me to bounce.
“Yo B. We will finish this at a different time. I’m out.” I got up, unlocked the door and walked out.
I was furious that I didn’t get the answers that I needed. I pulled out my phone to hit up Big Dre. His phone went directly to voicemail. I was careful not to leave any messages. I let out a long sigh, what’s next, I thought.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Imani
Hassan had been on my mind heavily. I was angry with him; I didn’t understand why he had to bring our business to his mama and them. My son is the innocent party in all of this chaos, and they were the only family he knew. God, Hassan made my ass itch, but I still loved him.
I know I was being a fool, but when he called, my heart skipped a few beats. I played it off, like I didn’t want to see him. To say I was surprised when he knocked on my door was an understatement.
I was happy to see him; it’s something about this man that triggers some sort of excitement whenever he gets close to me. I wanted to tell him about e’erything that I’ve been through. I wanted to lay in his arms and have him tell me, everything is gonna be alright. That wasn’t going to happen though, I still felt anger toward him, for all the shit he put me through, from burning my pussy, to cheating and beating on me which resulted in me losing my child.
I admit, as strong as my mind is my heart is still weak for him. I felt bad for him when he started to cry, I’ve never seen Hassan in a fragile state before. It hurt my heart to see him hurting like that, if I didn’t know before, I know now that his love for me is genuine. He started kissing on me, and I quickly fell for it. My pussy tongue was thumping and my drawers were getting wet. I wanted him inside of me bad. I knew if I put it on him, I could get him back where I wanted him. So I did just that, I sucked his dick, and threw this pussy back on him. I kept looking at the door, because I was scared that Josiah might bust in. The last thing I needed was for my son to see me getting fucked. Lord, let him hurry up, I thought as I threw my pussy on him.
I thought after we had sex, that would be the end of the drama, but the nigga surprised me and started to ask me a million and one questions. Fuck, I was not trying to go there with him, I already got my ass whooped behind this shit and I be damn if I was going to take another one for the same shit.
I was happy when Josiah bust in the door. That angered Hassan a little and he stormed out the door. Even though I didn’t want him to leave, I welcomed him leaving then because I didn’t want my answers to trigger him in any way. God know I was tired of being a damn punching bag. A bitch like me deserve better…
I jumped in the shower, and while I washed up my mind ran across Destiny. As much I hate that bitch for the shit she did to me and for coming between Hassan and me, I think she was my only chance to get some good money, so I could get me and my son out of all this bullshit.
Earlier when Hassan was fucking me, I was so close to confessing everything to me. I wanted to let him know that his precious wife got some shit up her sleeve, but something inside convinced me not to do that. The thing is, Hassan knew Josiah was not his seed, so that means my money was cut off and I was dead ass broke. So my decision was pretty simple.
After I got out the shower, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.
“Hello,” she answered.
“I know who it is. I take it; you called me with good news.”
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. I hate the sound of this bitch’s voice, but a boss bitch will do what she has to do, until she can do better.
“Yea, well you ‘ont leave me with much of a choice,” I replied sarcastically.
“We need to meet tomorrow and we can discuss what I need from you. We can meet over Cross County, there’s a few restaurants over there. We can hav
e lunch. Please be careful, not sure if you’re still talking to Hassan, but he’s smarter than you think. 12 pm is good for me; call me when you’re leaving out.”
“Nah, I ain’t talk to him and I’ll be there.” I hung up.
This hoe, thought she was slick with her comment about Hassan. That was a low-key way of trying to find out if Hassan and I have been talking. Her ass should know I ain’t no fool, I would never let her know what I was doing with my man.
DESTINY
I thought about what Mama said, about getting a gun. I wasn’t a killer or do I want to be one, but I’m at a point where I didn’t trust Hassan and things were getting sticky between us.
I Google gun stores and a few popped up. I picked the one closest to the house. I got up and got dressed in a pair of Levi’s jeans and a nice blouse. The weather was changing; spring was definitely in the air. I could finally show off my little petite shape. After I got dressed, I put on a pair of Michael Kors’ sandals and grabbed my purse and walked out into the fresh air. I don’t know what it was, but I was feeling myself, both physically and mentally.
I parked in the space that was available and walked into the store. I was kind of nervous because I didn’t like guns, but then again, I don’t like a lot of things, but I had to live with them.
“Good morning, welcome to Ollinville Arms, how I may help you?” A voice startled me.
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned back toward the door. I don’t belong here. I should leave, I thought.
“Were you interested in looking at our firearms?”
“Good morning.” I turned around to face the tall stalky Indian man. “Uh—oh yes, please.” I nervously said.
“Do you have an idea of what you want? We carry all different makes and models.”
“No, I just need something small.”
I walked over to the counter. There were a bunch of cute little guns in the display counter.
Instantly, a picture of me shooting Hassan popped into my head. It wasn’t a great image, but it gave me life.
“Umm, what about this one?” I pointed to a green gun.”
“Yes sure, that’s the Nighthawk Lady Hawk. It’s a pretty decent firearm for ladies.”
He took it out, and handed it to me. “Hold it.”
I took, and rubbed my hand all over it.
“How can I get this?”
“Have you ever owned a gun?”
“No.”
“Well, you will need to fill out the gun permit form for the state of New York. It usually takes 6-8 months to get processed.”
“Wh-at, you mean, I’ll have to wait all that time? This is pure bullshit.”
“Yes, I’m sorry. That’s the law.” He smiled at him.
I handed the gun back to him, “Thank you. Have a nice day.”
I turned and walked out of the shop. I was disappointed to know, I couldn’t get the gun. “Six to eight months, shit Hassan might’ve killed my ass by then,” I mumbled under my breath.
I got into my car, and I cut the car on. I noticed it was 11.25 pm. Imani didn’t call as yet, I thought. I hope that old trifling ass whore didn’t change her mind. Soon as the thought left my mind, my phone started ringing.
“Hello, where you want to meet at?”
“Let’s meet at the Red Lobster in the Cross County shopping. It’s on Xavier Dr. You might want to google it.”
“I know where it’s at. I’m on the way.”
I tried to muster up every bit of energy inside of me, to deal with this whore. I couldn’t stand to be around her, but I knew there was no other way. I put my shades on and pulled off….
CHAPTER NINE
Hassan
Ever since Imani and I fell out, I‘ve been hanging with Tanya more. She was cool in the beginning, but the more time I spent with her, the clingier she became. It got worse after she invited me home to meet her parents. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but the way she was fucking and sucking me, how could I refuse.
It was the weekend and I had decided to get a room at the Ramada Inn on Baychester Avenue. After eating her pussy for a good thirty minutes, I finally put the dick on her, real good. After I came, I laid back on the bed, trying to catch my breath. That young pussy be draining a nigga. I find myself having to drink a few bottles of Monster right before we fuck. I couldn’t let her feel like she was giving me a run for my money.
“I need to talk to you.” She rolled over to be closer beside me.
“What’s up? Talk to me.” I put one arm around her.
“Umm…” She paused.
“What’s up babe?” I turned her face toward me.
“I’m pregnant.”
“You w-h-a-t,” I stuttered.
I looked at her, to get a quick ‘I’m joking.’, but instead she had tears rolling down her face.
This made it hard for me. I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to scream at her dumb ass, now wasn’t the time for her to be talking ‘bout no damn baby. Shit if Destiny get wind of this, my ass was going to be roasted in court.
“I’m scared. My period was late and I went to my doctor and he confirmed it.”
“I thought you were on birth control. How did you manage to get pregnant?” I yelled.
“You acting like you’re not happy. You love me and I love you, now we can finally be together.”
I sat there, staring. This young bitch was dumber than I originally thought. I don’t fucking love you, I thought.
“Listen B. I do love you, but I’m about to get a divorce. You’re a law student, so you know how that is. The last thing I need is for Destiny’s lawyers to find out that I got a child on the way. That can’t happen. You hear me,” I yelled.
“What are you saying? I don’t understand. Are you saying you don’t want our child?” she cried.
Oh man, another emotional bitch, I thought.
“Nah babe, that’s not what I’m saying at all. What I’m saying is, if you have an abortion, after the divorce, I can get you pregnant again and we can be a family then.” I smiled and touched her face.
“Hassan, I’m far from one of these dumb females out here. I am not killing my child. So you need to decide who you are going to be with, just know that whatever you decide, it better include my child in it.”
“Bitch, you threatening me?” I shoved her away from me.
I thought about killing that bitch and her fucking seed, but I know that wouldn’t a good move. The bitch was white and I know her people wouldn’t cease until they find her ass.
“Yo, get your shit and get out of my room. You can call me when you get some sense.”
She didn’t say a word; she got up, smiled at me and walked into the bathroom.
“What the fuck,” I yelled out. Man, e’erytime I turned around, one of these hoes were having an issue. Fuck, this dick get me in more trouble than any motherfucking thing. Shit I say it’s a blessing and a curse at the same damn time.
I watched as that bitch gathered her things and walked out, slamming the door behind her. I shook my head in disgust. I got up, poured me a cop of Hennessy Black. I needed something strong to drown out this latest news. I grabbed the remote and cut on the TV.
BREAKING NEWS: The police are confirming 38 years old Corey Blackman was shot outside of his apartment building. According to the police, a lone gunman walked up on the victim and fired multiple gunshots. He then walked off and disappeared into thin air. According to the police, the victim is in critical condition at Lady of Mercy Hospital. The TV reporter said.
I took a big gulp, hurried to the table and poured another cup. I grabbed my cell-phone to call this nigga, but quickly decided against it. I am a defense attorney, and I know about that cell-phone record.
“Fucking idiot. He was supposed to make sure that nigga was dead.” I shook my head.
I couldn’t sit still; I kept pacing back and forth. God, I hope this fool didn’t leave any evidence. There was no way, I was going to prison behind some fucked ass
shit, this fuck nigga did.
CHAPTER TEN
Destiny
As I sat across from that whore, I couldn’t help but to notice, that she was nothing special. I stared at her, trying to see something that my husband might’ve seen in her. There was nothing. She was a broke, loud mouth bitch. I was pretty sure she could fuck and suck cock real well. Outside of that, I really didn’t see what else she had to offer.
After talking with Imani and letting her know what I wanted, she decided to video-tape herself and Hassan having sex. I still was kind of leery of her because I knew she was still in-love with him and she wanted him in her life. The only thing I was counting on was her love for money and I knew her greedy ass wasn’t going to give up a chance to get 50 grand.
***
We parted ways as I headed to my lawyers office. I wanted to kind of give him an update on what’s been going on and to let him know I was ready to file the divorce papers.
“Hello Mrs. Clarke. Attorney Wallock is waiting on you.”
“Good afternoon. Thank you.”
I walked off, and knocked, then pushed to the door to the plush office. There must be plenty divorces going around, ‘cause he is eating good, I thought
“Mrs. Clarke, how are you doing today?” he stood up and shook my hand.
“Actually today is a good day for me.”
“Please sit down.”
We sat down discussing everything that the forensic accountant found out about Hassan’s finances. That dirty bastard was hiding money in different places, even in the Cayman Islands. I just sat there, listening to all the dirt they dug up on him.
“I say, we have a pretty good case against him. I can get you alimony and half of everything, he acquired during the marriage.”
Shit, that’s pretty much everything. The nigga was broke when I met him, I thought.
“One more thing, I need to file for full custody for my daughter.”
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