“Corey stop it. Don’t be getting yourself riled up,” his sister interrupted and rushed to his side.
“I ain’t come up here to hear all this ‘bout Hassan. I just wanted to know how you were doing.”
“Imani, or whatever the hell your name is. My brother is in here fighting for his life. I don’t know what’s going on between Hassan and my brother, but I plan on letting the police know about it. So if you know anything about who shot my brother, it’s best you start talking.” She stared me down.
“Listen chick. I don’t know anything, so I don’t care what you tell the police. I only stopped by to check on a friend, but I see I ain’t welcome up in here.”
“Corey, I hope you feel better soon. I’m out.”
“Aye Mani, can you bring my lil’ man up here to see me? I want to see him.”
I turned to him. “Corey, Josiah don’t need to get involved in any of this. He has no idea, you’re his father and I don’t think the first time y’all meet should be up in here.”
“Excuse me, don’t you think you’ve caused my brother enough pain by keeping his child away from him all these years. What kind of woman are you? You have a man that loves you and his child, but you prefer to play a side bitch to another woman’s husband, lying to that nigga making him think he’s the daddy. Enough is enough already, all my brother want is to be a father,” she spat at me, with anger in her voice.
“This is between your brother and I. I didn’t fuck you, so you have no business with me. Your brother knew what the deal was, from the beginning so he can stop playing the fucking victim. I am done explaining myself to you so get the hell out of my way before I move you my damn self.”
“Bitch, I wish you would, but you get a pass this time, because my brother is in here fighting for his life. The next time we meet, it won’t be so friendly….”
Before she could finish her sentence, Corey started coughing and his machine started beeping………
Beep! Beep! Beep!!!!!
A nurse rushed in and then the doctors followed
“Code blue, code blue. Please get out the room,” a nurse yelled as they gathered around his bed.
I walked out the room, even though I wanted to stay and see what was going on. I decided to leave, not because I was scared of his dumb ass sister, but because I knew I didn’t belong there.
As I walked to the car, I whispered a prayer for Corey and then started to ponder on what he said to me. Why would he think Hassan did this to him? Was there any truth to this? I had to find out one way or another, I thought as I pulled off.
Later that night, I heard that Corey passed away. I felt sad about his passing; because I knew he was part of my son. I felt guilty because I kept my son away from him, for his entire life and now he will never get a chance to meet his father. “Oh God, how do I clean this mess up?” I screamed out in anguish.
I’ve been through a lot in my lifetime and I just need it to end. I wish, at times my Mama was still alive, so I could lay on her shoulder and tell her about e’erything that was going on in my life. I feel so alone. I held my head and continued crying my heart out. At least Corey was out of his misery and didn’t have to worry about this wicked world anymore….I wonder, how would Hassan feel, if I was no longer here. Would he miss me? Or would he move on with his life and replace me? So many questions that I needed answers to.
HASSAN
I had my hopes up, after I talked to Mama; I was confident that she would get me a bond. But that hope soon disappeared when two days went by and my name wasn’t called for bond or attorney’s visit.
I know I didn’t have any other choice, but to call my office collect. It took everything in me because I didn’t want to involve my firm in the situation. I knew it wasn’t a good look. I swallowed my pride and dialed the number.
“Mr. Clarke, is that you? What the heck is going on? We’ve been trying to reach you.”
“Yes Shari, it’s me. It’s just a little misunderstanding that will be cleared up soon. Is Leon in?”
“Ok, I understand and yes, he’s here. Let me transfer you.”
“Thanks Love.”
I anxiously waited as Leon came on the phone. I didn’t care about being embarrassed. I needed to get out of this hell hole.
“Hello, Has, what’s good man?”
“Man, you ain’t goin’ believe this bullshit. I’m over here in Rikers.”
“What the heck are you talking ‘bout?”
“Man, long story that I can’t even get into right now. I’m charged assault and battery on Imani. I have my first appearance in the morning at 10 a.m. I need you to be there.”
“Aiight bet. I’ll be there.”
“I ‘ppreciate it. I’ll see you then.”
After I got off the phone, I felt a sense of relief. I walked back to my bunk and laid down. I didn’t socialize with these bum ass niggas up in here, telling these jail house lies. Most of them were hardened criminals, who didn’t deserve to see the streets again. Who was I to judge, shit my pockets were on swole because of dudes that broke the law.
That bitch Imani, layed heavily on my mind. We’ve been through so much shit together, I would’ve never guessed, she would go as far as pressing charges on me. That bitch was dead to me; I put that on my life.
I closed my eyes and try to doze off, but sleep wouldn’t come. I was ready to get up out of here and file for divorce. After that bullshit Destiny pulled, I planned on not giving that hoe a dime. I don’t give a fuck ‘bout no alimony or child support. For all I care, that bitch can sell her pussy to feed her fucking daughter. I know it sounded cold, but there was no love in my heart for that bitch and the fact that Amaiya was part of that bitch, I didn’t give a fuck about her either. “Ha, ha,” I chuckled, as I thought popped into my head. I knew exactly how to get that hoe back. When I filed for divorce, I was also going to file for custody of Amaiya. That would drive Destiny over the edge. I hope it drive that bitch to suicide. With that thought, I was off to sleep….
***
By 4 a.m., the next morning, the guards were hollering for people that have court. I was eager to get out of here, because I knew I wasn’t going to be back in that dungeon. I packed up my cot, gave my bunkie dap and strutted to the front where the guards were waiting to transport us to the front.
On the way to courthouse, that I was so familiar with. I whispered a few words to the man above. I was confident that my partner had me, but just in case, I needed extra cushion. I stayed quiet the entire ride, but the niggas beside me, mouth seemed to have severe case of diarrhea. One nigga said, “I can’t wait to get out, so I could fuck the shit out of my girl.” Another fool stated, “I can’t wait to hit them streets. Oh boy, it’s on and popping.” I shook my head and closed my eyes. I really didn’t have any plan, for now I only wanted to get out.
***
The bus arrived at the courthouse early and we were placed in a holding cell. I hope Leon was on his way down here. I needed to run my case by him before we go in front of the judge.
“Clarke, you have an attorney’s visit,” the tall, lanky guard said.
I got up and walked to the front.
Two minutes later, he escorted me into a room where Leon was waiting.
Soon as he saw he me, he stood up. “Hassan, my man.” He gave me a dap.
At that moment, I felt a little ashamed that my colleague was able to see me like this.
“Alright, what the hell happen? I need to know everything so I can go in here and fight for you.”
Even though I didn’t want him in my business, I had no choice, but to keep it real with him. I had to leave out a few things, which I didn’t think was his business.
“I warned you from day one, that girl was trouble.”
“Yea, well, there is something else. I didn’t meet her at the job. Imani and I been screwing around for years, even before I started law school.”
“Man, I don’t know what’s going on, but this is a felony, you are c
harged with. You already know this don’t look good on you. My goal is to get you out on bond and the rest, we can figure out.” I could tell by the tone of his voice, he was annoyed.
He left and I was returned to the holding cell. Reality started to kick in. I worked my entire life to get this law degree and all it took was a minute to jeopardize it. I know I wasn’t going to give up that easy. Bottom line is, it’s was my word against hers. I know it wasn’t going to be easy, but I had to come up with ways to discredit her story. There was no way I was going to prison, especially not behind a bitch that I took care of.
***
“All rise. The court of Criminal Division is, now in session. The Honorable Judge Braxton is presiding.”
“Be seated,” Judge Braxton commanded.
I’ve heard those exact words over a hundred times, but this time it was surreal. I hung my head down in shame as; I sat on the other side of law.
“Your Honor, first on the docket, docket number 66421-53. The state of New York vs. Hassan Clarke.
“Defendant is charge with one count of 1st Degree Assault …….”Judge Braxton said, but I didn’t hear anything else until I heard my name mentioned.
“How do you plead Mr. Clarke? Mr. Clarke, are you with us?” The Judge interrupted my thought.
“Not guilty Your Honor.”
“Court date is set for September 12, 9 a.m. Mr. Jackson, you are ordered, not to go anywhere near the complainant or contact her in any way. If you violate this order, your bond will be revoked immediately.”
“I’m about to post your bond. So sit tight, you’ll be out in a few,” Leon assured me.
I shook my head to acknowledge him. I was sick of this shit already.
I felt relieved, because I had no intention to return to that place. I wasn’t a criminal and I didn’t belong among those hardened criminals. I’ll be happy when all this bullshit ends, I thought.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Destiny
It was something about this man that kept tugging at my heart. For years, I haven’t had sex or thought about being with another man. I took my vows very seriously even though I knew I was faithful to a man whose cock was community’s property.
I tried to ignore the way I was feeling, but at night, I would lay in my bed, wondering what it would feel like to have a good man, one that knew how to treat a woman, that had been broken. The thought of him, sent chills up my spine. Yes, I am talking about no other than Private Investigator Spencer.
My heart was a little reluctant, but I decided that going out to dinner with him wouldn’t hurt anything plus it’ll help take my mind off some of the shit that was going on in my life. Without further hesitation, I dialed his number.
I got cold feet, and was about to hang up, when his sultry voice said “Hello there.”
“Hi,” I barely said.
I felt like I was in high school and he was my crush. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I tried not to breathe too hard into the phone.
“How is the beautiful Miss Destiny doing this evening?” he asked.
Oh Lord, this man was putting his charm on me. I had to catch myself; I didn’t want to come off as thirsty. I was too old for that giddy headed shit.
“I’m fine. I just called to see if the offer was still on the table, I mean the dinner offer,” I said nervously.
“Yes, the offer is definitely still on the table. I would love to take you out and show you a good time, if you allow me to.”
“Hmm, ok, I’m available tomorrow evening.”
“Alrighty, is 8 p.m., fine with you?”
“Yes that’s perfect.”
“Text me your address tomorrow and I will pick you up about a quarter to eight.”
“Ok, I will see you then.” I hurriedly hung up the phone
My pussy was thumping, but I tried my best to ignore it. There’s no way I was going to fuck him on the first night. I learned that from messing with Hassan. I wasn’t in any rush to get fucked, not after all that I’ve been through. The next time around, I will be more careful and I won’t be so desperate for love. Sometimes I wondered if I had taken it slower with Hassan, would I have seen him for the snake he was.
I caught myself drifting into misery, every time I thought about happy times; I always managed to end up thinking about him and how bad he did me. I need to let go of him and all the bad things he did to me; however it was hard, because of the scars that he left on me. The thought of having herpes invaded my mind. How can I date someone when I’m infected with a disease that can’t be cured? How do I tell my next partner that my pussy is infected and he can’t suck on my clit because he might catch that shit in his mouth? I picked my phone up because my first thought was to call Mr. Spencer and cancel our date, but I changed my mind. It wasn’t like we were fucking . It was only a dinner date, I reminded myself.
***
I was up bright and early. After Amaiya went to school, I decide to run to the galleria out in White Plains. I haven’t been out on a date in over fifteen years and I wanted to look my best. I walked into Macy’s which was my favorite store. I know I could find something, sexy and comfortable. After looking around, I decided on a nice pair of Levi’s Jeans and a nice top, that showed a little cleavage. I had no idea where we were going so I didn’t want to overdress. This outfit was perfect, for whatever setting he chose.
After I left the mall, I decided to stop at my hairdresser on Gramattan. It had been a while since I’ve sat in a chair at a salon. I wanted a touch of color. I was tired of looking like plain Jane and wanted to spice my look up a little bit. I also got my nails and feet done. I had to admit, I looked damn good when I was finished.
After dropping off Amaiya at Mama’s house, I headed home to get dress. I felt nervous and excited, all in one. I thought about calling him to cancel, but quickly abandoned that thought. This man had helped, when I needed him. The least I can do was show a little bit of gratitude. I texted him the address and got dress.
Along with the outfit I bought, I put on a pair of Michael Kors heels. It was something about heels that made a woman sexier and enticing. I looked myself over in the mirror and smiled. Tonight I looked and felt like a million bucks. I cut the light off, and sashayed downstairs.
It was seven forty five on the dot when I heard my door-bell ringing. I glanced at the time. I love a man that knows time, I thought before I opened the door.
***
“You smell good. What are you wearing?” he asked, showing all twenty four of his pearly whites.
“Uh, umm, it’s Dior J’adore and thank you,” I stuttered.
“Let me get that for you,” he demanded as he opened the door for me.
I wasn’t sure if this was him, putting on for me, but he was giving me the royal treatment.
I sat comfortably in my seat, as he drove. I listened to the sweet melody of Luther Vandross singing ‘Always and Forever’. The mood was right, as I closed my eyes, dreaming of an always and forever kind of love.
He took me to an Italian restaurant on Boston Road in Portchester. The restaurant was elegant, and the service was on point. I could tell by the patrons, that it catered to the upper class. The lights were dim, while smooth jazz played in the background. I sat across from Spencer as he stared into my eyes.
“Is something wrong?”
“No ma’am I’m just taking in your beauty.”
“Really?” I smiled at him. I wasn’t sure what I should say.
The waitress walked up to us and took our orders. I wasn’t sure what I wanted so I got Pollo Sorpresa, which includes pounded parmesan cheese, crusted chicken breast, sautéed in white wine and lemon sauce with asparagus. I wasn’t big on Italian dishes, but I didn’t want to seem like I was being picky. There was total silence as we ate; I would do anything to find out what he was thinking. After we finished eating, he paid and we left out.
On the way back from dinner, we did a little chit chatting, but nothing too serious. My body was screaming at me, e
ach time he opened his mouth. I swear, he should be on somebody’s record singing.
He pulled up at my house, a little after 11 p.m., but I wasn’t ready for the night to end. I was enjoying his presence and his positive attitude.
“Well, Thanks for gracing me with your presence lady.”
“This is so not like me, but do you want to come in for a little while. Amaiya is at my Mom’s.”
“Are you sure? Where is your husband?” I sensed the uneasiness in his voice.
“Don’t worry, this is my house and that bastard is in jail.”
“Alright, I’ll come in for a few. Please tell me, you have some gin,” he joked.
“No, I don’t have Gin, but I do have red wine.”
I opened the door and we walked in. I made sure I locked the door behind me and walked into the living room, with him in pursuit.
He sat down, while I walked in the kitchen to prepare our drinks.
“Here you go,” I said as I handed him the glass.
“Thank you. This is a beautiful home you have here.”
“Hmm. Yes, I guess so. It used to be my home, but it seems more like a prison these days. After the divorce, I think I’m going to sell it and buy something smaller for me and Amaiya.”
“Really? Where do you plan on moving to?”
“Not sure, I really don’t want to go far from Mama. She is getting older and I need to be around. You know.”
“I understand that. Sometimes, I wish, I had my Mother around.” He took a sip of his wine.
“What happen to her?”
“She died a few years ago from Ovarian Cancer. I swear that lady was everything to me.” He said before taking a big gulp.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Well I’m sure she’s smiling down on her baby boy.”
“Yea, I hope I’m making her proud. Anyways it’s no secret that I’m digging you.”
“Are you? I haven’t noticed,” I joked.
“Well, let me cut to the chase then. From the moment you walked into my office, I wanted to ask you out. However it wasn’t the appropriate time. I tried to get you out of my mind, but it’s something about you that has grabbed me and won’t let me go”
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