by Mz. Lady P
Tears were streaming down my face. I have a lot of shit to get off my chest.
“You have been breaking my heart since high school. I’ve always been there for you because I hoped that one day you would love me the way that I love you. You think you’re God’s gift to women. All you do is hurt my heart and kill my spirit. I can’t keep loving you more than I love myself. You can’t keep running in and out of my life when it’s convenient for you. Rah, you left me high and dry. You stopped answering my phone calls and texts. I was pregnant with your daughter and you were out of sight and out of mind. I didn’t deserve to be treated that way, especially since I have always been good to you. Despite the way you have treated me.”
Rahmeek sat there speechless. All he could do was put his head in hands. He knew I was telling the truth. I went to my bedroom and left him sitting there looking stupid. He has hurt me so bad. I’ve waited for so long to tell him how I felt, but I was so scared he would stop fucking with me. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
I could feel Rahmeek’s presence at the foot of my bed. He started rubbing my legs and pulling down my panties at the same time.
“Please, Rahmeek, don’t do this. Please stop.”
“Shhh. Don’t fight this, Karima. I’m so sorry for the way I treated you.”
Rahmeek flipped me over on my back and opened my legs as far as they would go. He started to eat my pussy like a man eating his last meal.
“Ohhh my God, Rahmeek! Why are you doing this to me?”
I was crying from the hurt and the ecstasy. My mind was telling me no but my body was saying yes. Rahmeek licked and sucked my pussy with no mercy. He flicked his tongue up and down over my clit. He pushed his tongue inside and out of me. As I climaxed, I was shaking like I was having a seizure.
Rahmeek stood up and began to get undressed. As soon as he dropped his boxers, his dick was standing at attention. Rahmeek climbed on top of me and inserted his dick into my love box. It took him a minute before he was able to get it all in. I was tight as a virgin after a year of no sex. He took his time pumping in and out of me. He sped up the pace and then he started beating the pussy up.
“Damn, this shit feels so good. I missed this pussy.”
I covered his mouth with my hand to shut him up. I didn’t want to hear the lies. The dick was feeling so damn good. I just wanted him to make love to me. When he was done, I wanted him to put his shit on and go home to his wife.
Rahmeek grunted and came inside me. For the rest of the night I slept in his arms. It felt so good, but I knew he would be gone in the morning. That was fine with me. This was just about sex for me. The dick was spectacular, but I’m not falling for the games this time around. He needed to release some tension and so did I. That’s it and that’s all.
****
It’s been a whole month and Rahmeek is still here. He is in the streets all day and comes here at night. All we’ve been doing is fucking. My whole damn body is sore. I’ll be happy when he and Aja make up. At the rate we have been going, I’m not going to have any walls left.
I decided to cook breakfast Since Rahmeek was still sleeping. As I was in the kitchen preparing the table, the doorbell started to ring. Without looking through the peephole or asking who it was, I opened the door. It was Aja. We both just stood there looking at each other.
It’s about to be some shit.
Chapter 11 - Aja
I wanted to pay Karima a visit. I wanted to talk with her on a grown woman level. After seeing pictures of her, Rahmeek, and their daughter on her Instagram page, and seeing that he bought her a house and car from our bank statements, I had to go to her house. Hopefully, the bitch wouldn’t jump stupid. I have a lot of anger inside of me, but I have no one to be mad at but myself.
All I want is my family back. I should have never used Slim to make Rahmeek made. I went too far when I embarrassed him at my party. However, I didn’t have sex with Slim; I just let him eat my pussy.
I wasn’t that impressed when I pulled up to her house. Her house could fit in my backyard. I walked up to the door. Lil Rahmeek was on my hip as I rung her doorbell. Finally, she came to the door. We both were silent as we stared at each other. She had on an all pink satin camisole with matching robe.
“Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?”
“Aja, right now is not a good time.”
“Why the fuck you standing there with the door open for?”
There stood my husband with nothing on but his boxers. Visions of him fucking her invaded my mind. My heart stopped beating for a minute. Seeing my husband standing in Karima’s living room had my blood boiling. I wanted to cry, but I wouldn’t do it in front of Karima. I couldn’t believe he was playing house with this bitch and their daughter.
I wanted to whoop Rahmeek’s ass. Karima doesn’t owe me an explanation as to why my husband is at her house. I can’t keep blaming her. She is not my friend. Evidently, there is something about her that makes him gravitate back to her.
“Da-Da,” Lil Rahmeek said as he held his arms out and reached for his daddy.
Karima gestured that it was okay for me to come in. Rahmeek took the baby out of my hands and sat down on the couch.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Karima said as she began to walk towards the back of the house.
“You ain’t got to go nowhere. Whatever she has to say, she can say in front of you.”
Rahmeek had a look of disgust on his face and his voice was full of hatred. This nigga was really trying to front on me in front of this ratchet bitch.
“It’s cool, Rah. You guys really need to talk to one another.”
Karima went towards the back and left us alone. He wouldn’t even look at me. He just kept playing with our son. I shifted from side to side because I was nervous.
“When are you coming back home?”
“When I get fucking ready to!” Rahmeek yelled so hard that I jumped in my seat.
“Do you want a divorce?”
“Did I say I wanted a divorce, Aja?”
“I really miss you, Rah.” My voice began to tremble. I felt the tears well up in my eyes.
“That’s too fucking bad! Now get the fuck out! I’ll drop him off at your mother’s house later.”
Rahmeek pushed me out of the house and slammed the door in my face. I walked back to my car and got in. I have never cried so hard before.
He doesn’t love me anymore, I couldn’t help but thinking.
I sat there for about thirty minutes before I drove off. All I wanted was my big brother. I knew that he was about to get on me about my behavior, but I didn’t care. Markese is my rock and I need him. I drove to his house and went straight inside to find him.
Markese and Trish were lying in bed. I climbed in the bed and cried on both of their shoulders just like I used to do when I was younger. Trish told me everything would be okay and that Rahmeek just needed time. Markese didn’t give me the reception I was expecting. Markese never said one word to me the entire time I was crying. He just flipped through the channels on the TV. I just left their house and went home.
It’s time that I grow up and start acting like a woman instead of a spoiled brat. My first step to becoming more independent would be my hardest challenge. I’m filing for divorce first thing in the morning. Rahmeek will not live in another woman’s house while he is still married to me. I’m sending the papers straight to her fucking house.
I have to stop crying about everything and take action. The person I saw today is not the man who swept me off of my feet the first time we met. He was a totally different person. His demeanor was so cold and hurtful.
Next, I’m enrolling in college and putting Lil Rah in daycare. It’s time I become responsible for my own happiness. I can’t keep expecting Markese and Rahmeek to make me happy. I’m scared of the outcome, but I’m preparing myself for any and everything.
Chapter 12 - Markese
I knew this shit was going to happen. Next time
Aja will listen to me. I’m upset that she’s hurt, but Aja brought that shit on herself.
Regardless of what’s going on with them, Rahmeek and I are business partners. I’m not taking sides, but Rahmeek need to take his ass home. All this shit with Aja got him off his square.
Killa has found out who has been robbing our spots. A crack head told us who the culprit was; that bitch nigga, Slim. Slim had killed Ju-Ju because he knew that Slim was behind the robberies. While we were all out partying for Aja’s birthday, his crew was robbing the Courts.
Unbeknownst to Aja, he was using her as a cap off. He knew about her relationship issues. I taught Aja better than that. Lil Sis is slipping. That nigga has been in the streets talking mad shit about Rahmeek. He has a price on Rah’s head.
Unfortunately for him, this is his last night on Earth. He’s feeling some type of way because I wouldn’t front him some dope. That’s why he robbed The Towers. I wanted to murk his ass so bad, but I’m going to let Rah handle this one. We have been trying to get in contact with Rah All day, but he’s not answering.
Hassan, Killa, Boogie, and I went to Karima’s house. When we arrived at her crib, she opened the door and was surprised to see us. Her facial expression changed instantly.
“Where is Rahmeek?” I asked and walked inside her house without permission.
“He’s downstairs.”
Karima showed us to the basement and closed the door behind us. Rahmeek was watching The Wire and sipping on Remy.
“What the fuck is up, Big Bro? We got shit to handle in these streets and you’ve been MIA!” Hassan said as snatched the Remy bottle out of Rahmeek’s hand. Rahmeek jumped up from the couch and stood face to face with Hassan.
“Slow the fuck down, Hassan. I’m Gucci!” Rahmeek snatched the bottle out of Hassan’s hand. He downed the rest of the liquor.
“Damn, my nigga. Aja done turned your ass into an alcoholic.” Killa said.
“What the fuck y’all want? I’m not in the mood to entertain you niggas.”
“We found out who has been robbing us,” Boogie said.
“Who?” The crew had Rahmeek’s full attention now.
“Ya boy Slim,” Killa said with an evil a grin on his face.
“Why the fuck are we standing here gossiping like bitches then? Let’s go. I’m at that nigga’s head. I heard he was looking for King Rah anyway.”
“Calm down my nigga. First things first. This shit with you and Aja has to end. Y’all have hurt each other enough. Go home and make up. Take a trip or something. This shit is bad for business. Either way you have to go home,” I told him and I was dead serious.
“You have to go home,” Hassan added.
Rahmeek sat down on the couch with a look of defeat on his face. He agreed. Just like that, we were on our way out the door to handle our business.
****
Killa grabbed Slim while he was coming out of his mother’s house. His face was still fucked up from being pistol whipped by Rah. We all walked into the warehouse where Slim was being held. Killa and Boogie had chained dude up and he was dangling from the ceiling. His eyes and mouth were duct taped. He could only hear what was going on around him. Killa, Boogie, and Hassan had already worked him over.
I looked over at Rahmeek who had death in his eyes. Rahmeek wasted no time getting at Slim. The one thing I loved about the warehouse was that we had all types of shit to torture someone. Rahmeek grabbed an electric chainsaw and started slicing into Slim’s body.
“You’re a fucking thief, huh? You want my money and my wife?”
Slim started shaking his head vigorously in the hopes that Rah would stop cutting him. Rahmeek grabbed a pair of cutters and cut Slim’s fingers off one by one. Slim thrashed around from the pain shooting through his body. We sat back and waited for Rahmeek to finish inflicting more pain on Slim. Rahmeek pulled his Desert Eagle out and emptied the clip into Slim’s body. Rahmeek took some latex gloves out of his pocket and picked up all Slim’s fingers. He placed them into a small cardboard box.
“What the fuck you gon’ do with his fingers?” Killa asked.
“I’m going to put them in his mother’s mailbox and let that bitch know she raised a fucking thief!" Call the clean- up crew so they can get rid of this shit.”
As we were getting ready to leave the warehouse, I received a call from an unknown number.
“Hello.” I answered.
“You have a collect call from Trish. Press one to accept this call,” the operator spoke into the phone.
I pressed one and hearing my baby on the other line broke my heart.
“Hello Markese. I’m at the police station on Harrison and Kedzie. I’m being detained for questioning in a murder. They told me that they can hold me up to seventy-two hours.”
Surprisingly, Trish was very calm. I was upset because I never wanted her to have to deal with the police. I’m really upset my son has to be at a fucking police station.
“Please come and get the baby,” Trish pleaded. “They’re holding him until his next of kin comes to get him.”
“Murder? Who the fuck did you supposedly kill?” I asked Trish, unable to believe that this was happening.
“Mont.”
As soon as she said his name, images of him raping her flooded my mind.
“Trish, don’t tell them pigs shit. They’re trying to get you to implicate yourself. I’m sending the lawyer down there right now. I love you, Ma.”
“I love you too.”
I can’t believe this shit. I have no other choice but to tell the crew. Not all secrets can be kept forever.
“What the fuck is Trish in jail for?” Boogie asked.
“They’re detaining her for questioning in Mont’s murder. She hasn’t been charged yet so that’s a good thing. It’s a long story that I can’t tell you right now. I have to go get my son from the police station. I want a meeting with everybody at my crib tomorrow at twelve.”
We all parted ways and I got in contact with my mother. I wanted her to go get my son. There was no way I was stepping one foot inside a police station. I needed to get in contact with my lawyer ASAP. I pray he can get her released tonight.
Trish hasn’t been right since Mont did that fucked up shit to her. She has bad dreams every night. I lay there and watch her as she tosses and turns. She constantly says his name in her sleep. The shit creeps me the fuck out.
My mother took the baby home with her. I was glad Gabriella and Juan were already with her. I don’t have the proper paperwork showing that I am their father. It would have been hell trying to get them from the pigs. That reminded me that I needed to go to Carmen’s house and go through some of her personal documents. I need my kids’ birth certificates and Social Security cards. The thought of Carmen makes my fucking blood boil. Even in death, I hate that bitch.
Trish was released the next morning. The entire crew was all outside the station waiting on her to come out. Something was off with Aja, Niyah, and Nisa. I didn’t like all the whispering they were doing. Niyah looks like she is about to drop that load any day, but she insisted Hassan bring her down to the police station. I was relieved they let her go.
I thought she would come out looking all stressed out, but wifey had her poker face on and I liked that. We went back to the house. Stacy had stayed back and cooked breakfast for everybody. I know Trish is about to have a hard time telling everybody else what happened. I’m interested to know as well. I hate myself for making her get the money back. This shit is all my fucking fault.
Chapter 13 - Trish
I was so happy when I got home. I felt so dirty and I was hungrier than a hostage. I took a quick shower and joined all the ladies in the kitchen. Nisa, Niyah, Aja, and I all sat around the kitchen eating and making small talk. I needed to talk about this current situation.
“Look, I’m sorry but I have to tell them what we did.”
“It’s cool, Trish. We decided it’s time and whatever happens just happens.” Nisa said.
> “We’re in this shit together!” Niyah yelled as she stood up and banged on the countertop.
“Girl, sit your pregnant ass down before your water breaks.” Aja said, pulling her back down into her seat.
We all went into the conference room where the guys were waiting for us. Nisa spoke up before I could say anything.
“Before Trish says what she has to say, please don’t be mad at her. I take full responsibility for everything.”
“Please stop bullshitting, Nisa, and tell us what the fuck is going on!” Killa demanded.
“When Markese was looking for me Last year, I was staying at Mont’s house until I got my mind right. I thought he wanted to help me, but he had other plans. I can actually show y’all what happened to me while I was at his house.”
“Wait a minute! How did you get a copy of the DVD?” Markese asked.
“It was mailed to my shop about a month ago. How did you know a DVD even existed?” I held my head down in shame because I knew he had seen the awful way Mont violated me.
“Let’s just say I know what he did to you. Trish, from this point forward, stop keeping shit from me. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”
“I’m sorry, baby. If it’s okay with you, can I show them the DVD?”
“Go ahead. I’ll wait outside I can’t stand to look at that shit again.”
Markese left the room and I placed the DVD inside of the player. The scenes played out on the projection screen. I threw up in my mouth a little bit when he shoved his dick in mouth. I was so embarrassed, but I knew they had to know in order to understand why we killed him. The whole room was silent. They were in shock at what they were seeing. Aja was crying so badly.
“I can’t believe this shit!” Boogie yelled, bamming his fist on the table causing all of us to jump. Markese came back into the room.
“Believe it, Boogie. That’s just the beginning. Mont extorted Trish out of lots of money. That nigga was living foul. He was against this family the entire time. So I’ll just put it out there. We killed him,” Nisa said.