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  MY HUSBAND’S WHORE 3

  BY Racquel Williams

  Copyright © 2015 by Racquel Williams

  Published by Sullivan Productions LLC

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  First and foremost, I want to give all praises to Allah. Without his continued blessings, I wouldn’t be where I am today!

  I want to shout out all my readers and supporters, old and new. Thanks for rocking with me on these releases. I’m forever grateful.

  Shout out to my support system, y’all already know, I appreciate the support.

  Shout out to my authors at Racquel Williams Presents. I appreciate all the support y’all have given me.

  Shout out to my homies on lock. Please remember, one day the struggle will be over.

  Shout out to my test readers. I appreciate the brutal honesty that y’all provide.

  Shout out to my promoters. I am grateful to have y’all.

  Shout out to everyone that supports the movement. I am definitely blessed.

  PROLOGUE

  A Year Ago

  I stood over my mama’s casket, staring down at her. I touched her powdered face as a tear dropped from my eye. I quickly wiped it away, hoping that no one saw it. I stood in a church full of motherfuckers that never gave a fuck about my mama when she was alive. Not a phone call or a visit. Now that she was dead, they were all up in here crying and carrying on, like they were hurting and shit. I was too ready for the bullshit to be over, so I could get down to the real business!

  I bent down and planted a long kiss on my mama’s cheek. I then turned around, put my shades on, walked down the aisle, and out of the church. The pain I was feeling was so intense, at that point, that I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As I stepped outside, I noticed that the rain was pouring down. I looked up to the sky, wondering if those were tears coming down from Mama.

  I got into my lil’ Toyota Civic that I’d copped a week ago from the money I had hustled. I grabbed a blunt that I’d rolled earlier and lit it. I needed something to help ease the pain. I hadn’t been able to sleep or eat since I got the call that she was gone. What was eating me up the most was the fact that she and I were not talking. I was so fucking mad at her that I kept ignoring her calls. I never thought in a million years that the last time that we got into it would be the last time I laid eyes on her.

  I didn’t give a fuck how many times we fought or how many times I told her that I hated her. At the end of the day, she was my mama and the only person I had in the world. See, I knew my mama was into some shit, lying to niggas and all that, but the shit really didn’t matter to me ‘cause she always made sure we ate and had a roof over our heads. The shit started to bother me when she kept letting that fuck nigga beat on her, and then days later, she’d take him back. I used to sit in my room, listening to her crying over that nigga. I tried to tell her to leave his ass alone, but she didn’t take heed. She allowed that nigga to play her, which resulted in her death.

  I took one last pull off the weed and pulled off. This was the day that my life changed. ON MY DEAD MAMA’S GRAVE, I vowed to seek revenge on everyone that caused her harm. Yes, I am Josiah, and I am my mama’s keeper!

  CHAPTER ONE

  Hassan

  Present Day

  I can’t believe that I tried that weak ass move, attempting to kill myself. After that fucking judge sentenced me to all of that time, I became sick. Nah, I wasn’t physically sick, but mentally. I couldn’t sleep, and the thoughts of being locked up really broke me down.

  I was grateful that somebody was watching over me and saw fit to keep a nigga alive. I had too much shit on this earth to do, but the most important was paying that bitch, Destiny, back in full. I know in my gut that I didn’t kill Imani, and from experience as a lawyer, I saw guilt written all over Destiny’s face.

  See, that wicked bitch had a lot of people fooled, but not me. I saw that bitch for the snake she really was, and the way that she performed in that courtroom really confirmed that her sole purpose was to get rid of Imani and place the blame on me. I didn’t know how she had pulled it off, but I knew that she had something to do with it!

  ***

  “Hey, babe,” Tanya said as I walked into the visitation room.

  “Hey, babe,” I greeted her.

  Over the past few months, Tanya and I had grown closer. After all was said and done, she was the only bitch that stuck around when shit hit the fan. Although she and that little bastard annoyed me at times with all that whining and shit, I still had to keep her close. She was the only one that made sure I was straight. Mama had been up here to visit, but because I’m not out there, money was kind of tight with her. I tried to tell her that this shit would be over soon, and her baby boy would be home. The look she gave me kind of let me know that she felt like I was feeding her bullshit. The pain that I saw in my mama’s eyes made me feel like a piece of shit. I knew that I had to get up out of there one way or another.

  “Hey, babe, you alright?” Tanya interrupted my thoughts.

  “Yeah, I’m good. So how you been doing at the new job?”

  “Job? If that’s what you call it. Did your lawyer get you your money yet?”

  “Damn! You acting like it’s your shit,” I snapped.

  I was getting sick and tired of that white bitch asking me about my damn money. She was behaving just like those money hungry bitches, Imani and Destiny.

  “Babe, I didn’t mean to make you upset. Calm down. I just need a little something for Hassim and me. We’ve been struggling, you know.” She started to cry.

  This bitch must not know where the fuck I am. Shit, she selfish as hell. All she cares about is herself and that lil’ monkey that I’m not even sure is mine, I thought.

  “Babe, don’t cry. I tell you over and over, I’m almost out of here. Shit, you might have to do what you have to do ‘til I come home. I wouldn’t look at you any less.” I stared at her.

  “What are you saying to me, Hassan?” She looked puzzled.

  “You know you’re a very attractive girl, and you need money. Shit, a little fucking and sucking here and there ain’t goin’ hurt nothing, as long as the nigga’s paying.”

  “Really? You would want the mother of your child to go out and sell her pussy?”

  “Ouch, you make that shit sound so bad. Tanya, a woman’s got to do what she’s got to do to feed her offspring. It ain’t as bad as it sounds.”

  She looked at me and started crying more. I had no idea why she was acting like that. I mean, the bitch said she was broke, and I was only trying to help her ass out.

  “Visitation is up!” I heard the burly guard yell.

  Without another word, Tanya walked away from me. I wanted to holler at her, but instead, I kept quiet. I knew her ass couldn’t stay mad at me for long.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Destiny

  God knows I didn’t need any more drama in my life. The day the judge sentenced Hassan, I just knew it was over. Who was I fooling? It was something that he said to me when I visited him that kept coming back to me, and to make matters worse, Amaiya brought that letter from him to her. I couldn’t say that I was a bit surprised that he was appealing his case. Hassan was a damn good lawyer that fought for others, so I knew he wasn’t going to go down like
that. Not without a fight.

  “Babe, is something bothering you? It’s damn near 2 a.m., and you are wide awake,” Spencer said as I lay beside him thinking.

  “I can’t sleep again. Is there any chance of Hassan getting out of prison? I swear, Spencer, I can’t go through this shit all over again.”

  “You want the truth, I’ma give it to you. He can be granted a new trial, and if he does, he may be given bond until his new court date.”

  “So they would just let a criminal walk out of jail?” I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I thought of the possibilities.

  “Destiny, listen to me, babe. I swear on my dead mama, if that nigga come anywhere close to you, or even breathes on you, I’m going to dead that nigga. I promise you that. ” He stared into my eyes. I could tell that he was dead serious by his tone and the look in his eyes.

  “Lord, I don’t need this to get that far,” I whispered a prayer in my heart.

  I laid there as he squeezed my arm like he was trying to protect me. See, Spencer thought I needed protection from Hassan, but that weak ass nigga wasn’t my issue. My biggest fear was going to prison. I knew damn well I had killed Imani and framed Hassan, I thought.

  Chapter Three

  Josiah

  “When I was young me and my mama had beef

  Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets

  Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face

  Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

  Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool

  With the big boys, breakin all the rules

  I shed tears with my baby sister

  Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

  And even though we had different daddies, the same drama

  When things went wrong we'd blame mama

  I reminisce on the stress I caused, it was hell

  Huggin on my mama from a jail cell

  And who'd think in elementary?

  Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day

  And runnin from the police, that's right

  Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside

  And even as a crack fiend, mama

  You always was a black queen, mama

  I finally understand

  For a woman it ain't easy, tryin to raise a man

  You always was committed

  A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it

  There's no way I can pay you back

  But the plan is to show you that I understand

  You are appreciated.”

  I was definitely in my zone as I searched through my mama’s things. I had my little CD player on repeat, playing Tupac’s song “Mama.” I tried to not break down ‘cause a nigga wasn’t weak, but the words of that song had me feeling some type of way. I picked up a picture from the coffee table of us when I was a little boy. Even though I had no memory of that day, the picture said it all. It was back in the day when she was happy and full of life. I looked at the way she hugged me. I knew she felt proud. I threw the picture into the bag and started bawling. It was the first time since her death that I was able to let any kind of emotions out.

  “Mama, I am so sorry for the shit I said to you. I wish I could take it all back,” I cried as I knelt down on the ground.

  I had so much anger and hatred in my heart toward that nigga, Hassan, the bitch he married, and the little slut they called their love child. See, my life was fucking good up until the point when that bitch walked into our lives. I didn’t know the full story, but I knew enough to know that my mama’s blood was on their hands.

  ***

  I sat in my one bedroom apartment on Gun Hill Road and watched my mama on a video that I found the day I was cleaning out her things a year ago. She had it stuffed in an old sock. I thought it was a sex tape at first, so I just threw it in a bag. God knows the last thing I need was to see her butt ass naked, screwing a nigga. However, something about it kept nudging at me. I got it and slid it into a little camcorder I bought. It was my mama in the flesh.

  “This message is for anyone that is watching this. I’m about to meet Destiny Clarke, Hassan Clarke’s wife. I am making this video because I don’t trust her. This bitch is jealous of my relationship with Hassan. He is about to leave her, and he and I are going to get married. I am scared for my life because this woman kidnapped me before and kept me hostage in her basement. She did let me go but threatened to kill my son and me if I went to the police. If anything happens to me, please don’t let her get away with it. I hope I’m just paranoid, but my gut feeling tells me that my intuition is correct.”

  “Mama,” I yelled out as the tape went blank and her face disappeared from the screen.

  I sat there for a minute as I tried to digest everything that I’d just heard. I’d never met the bitch that she mentioned, but I knew she had caused so much havoc in our lives. I wondered what Mama was meeting her for and why was she so sure the bitch was going to hurt her. I couldn’t ask Mama because she was dead, so that left only one person - the bitch that had all of the answers!

  HASSAN

  I had about a week before I was scheduled to get shipped. I wasn’t sure where they were sending me as of yet. I guess I would have to wait and see. I was tired from pumping weights all day. That was the only way I could pass the time. My arm was sore from the push-ups, so I took a hot shower and decided to lay back on the bunk and take a quick nap. I had to welcome sleep when it did show up because ever since I got sentenced, I could barely sleep at night.

  I turned the music on and put my headphones in my ear. That punk, CeCe, wasn’t in the cell, so I felt a little bit relaxed. I closed my eyes as that nigga Plies’ song, Tha Realest One, blared through the little radio that they sold in the commissary. I was in my zone, plotting on ways that I was going to kill that bitch when I make it out of this cell.

  I thought I felt something touch me, but I brushed it off as my nerves. That was until I felt a weight on top of me.

  “What the fuck you doing, nigga?” I opened my eyes and saw that it was CeCe’s big cock diesel looking ass on top of me with a hard ass dick.

  I yanked the earpiece out and threw that faggot ass nigga off of me. I then jumped on him and started pounding his face into the cement floor. The punk bitch started hollering in his feminine voice.

  “Help, help me. Guard, please help me!” he screamed.

  The sound of his faggot ass voice only sent me into a mad state of mind. I took his head and banged it into the floor until blood stated spewing out.

  “Fight, fight!” another punk hollered.

  “Clarke, get off him. Get the hell off him,” one of the guards ordered.

  I wasn’t trying to hear that shit, so I continued putting the hurt on him.

  Whap! Whap! Whap! The guard hit me on my back. I jumped up because I was about to attack his ass too. “Step the hell back before I use this on you!” He raised the baton and aimed it at me.

  “Nigga, fuck you. This motherfucker tried to rape me!” I yelled.

  “Lock down the unit. I repeat, lock down the unit!” he commanded on his radio.

  By then, three other guards rushed inside of the cell.

  “Holy shit! What did you do, man?” The female guard looked down at CeCe and then back at me.

  “Man, y’all deaf? This motherfucker tried to fucking rape me. I ain’t no damn faggot. I told y’all niggas not to put him in the cell with me, but y’all ain’t listen to me.”

  “Take him out of here, put him in solitary, and call medical down here, right now.”

  “Let’s go. Yo’ ass is in some big shit.”

  I didn’t say shit because I was tired of repeating the same shit over and over. I was in pain from the guard hitting me, and I could barely walk straight.

  “Yo, I need to go to medical.”

  “Nah, the only place you’re going is to solitary. You know the nurse is coming through so fill out a sick call form
.”

  “Nigga, I’m hurting now from that damn hit.”

  He ignored me and just led my ass to solitary. I was happy when I got there. I was still fuming from that fuck nigga trying me like that. I loved pussy, and I didn’t give a fuck how long I was locked up; another nigga could never hold my interest. That nigga straight violated me. He was a bold ass punk coming at a straight nigga like that. I swear, they better keep me in isolation until I got shipped because if they didn’t, I was gonna finish that punk off.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Destiny

  I finally found a house in White Plains, which wasn’t too far from Mama. I was excited because it was a bigger house, and it was in a much nicer neighborhood. The house was in my name, but Spencer gave me half of the money. He had offered to pay all of the money, but being the type of woman I was, I decided to go half. There was no way that I was going to let myself fall for any kind of foolery anymore. I wanted to make sure that if anything happened to me, my baby was going to be secure. I was the only person she had that she could really rely on. I kept Amaiya at her school because it was her last year, and I didn’t want to pull her out. I would have to drive her back and forth every day.

  Amaiya and I were bringing in a few things that were left in the car. Spencer had to be in the office that day and had left earlier, so it was only us girls.

  “Hey, Mama. Can I ask you something?”

  “Yes, sure.” I looked at her.

  “How do you know when somebody is the right one?”

  “The right one for what?” I put the box on the counter and turned to face her.

  “The right boy.”

  I looked at her and then swallowed hard. I was very careful about how I answered her question.

  “Well, baby, I mean, you’ll know. You’ll feel it in your gut, and when you see him, your stomach will be doing flips.”

  “Hmm. Interesting.”

  “Do you feel that way for someone?” I looked at her, afraid of the answer that I might get.