My Husband's Whore Part 2 Page 3

  The rest of the day at the office was spent in a daze. At first I thought Imani might be shacked up with that nigga Corey’s ass, but this seems to be more serious since the police were involved. I was angry with her and had said some fucked up shit, but I prayed to God nothing foul was wrong with her. Deep down I was still in-love with her and I needed to find her.

  ***

  That evening I left work a little bit earlier so I can stop by her apartment. I rang the doorbell and waited, I was hoping that Josiah was home and could shed some light on the situation. I knew deep down, Imani would not have left him alone. There was no answer, so I turned to walk away, right then the door opened.

  “What do you want?” Josiah stood in the doorway.

  “Did you hear from your mom?”

  “Why? When I called you a few days ago, you acted like you didn’t care. Shit for all I know you could’ve done something to her.”

  “Yo you better chill out little man. You should be careful, throwing accusations around like that.”

  “Yo I ain’t no little man and I say what I want to say. First you beat her up and now she’s missing. You’re the lawyer I say that’s evidence.”

  I took a few steps toward him and punched him in the face. “Watch your motherfucking mouth little nigga. He grabbed me and tried to flip me. We end up tussling on the ground.

  “Stop it, get off him.” A woman ran out of the apartment and over to us.

  “Who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m Imani’s cousin. I came over when Josiah called to let me know my cousin hasn’t been home in days. And you are?”

  “This the nigga that beat her up the other day. My so called sperm donor,” he spat and got up off the ground.

  “I’m Hassan, the police came to my office today so I decide to stop by to ask this little dude if he had any idea where his moms might be.”

  I stood to my feet, loosened my tie and gritted on Josiah.

  “Well, all this ain’t called for. I haven’t heard from my cousin and this ain’t like her to just up and disappear. I just hope she’s alright because Josiah needs his mama.”

  “Yo it was a mistake for me to come over here.” I walked off.

  Truth was I was hoping Imani might’ve came home by now. I had no intention to get into it with his ass, but lately that little nigga was mad disrespectful and I was not going to tolerate it.

  He got me real good when he punched me in my lip. I touched it, to make sure it wasn’t busted. A saw a little spot of blood, I used my hand to wipe it off then bit down hard on it. If this nigga didn’t straighten up, I’ma show his young ass, I’m a grown ass man!

  I got in my car and drove off; Imani was weighing heavily on my mind… Where are you, I thought to myself.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Destiny

  You can call me a fool for letting this bitch stay alive, but after spending days praying and asking for guidance, the only option I had was to let her go. Hassan was a two timing ass son of a bitch, and I had too much going for myself to risk going to prison over him and his dirty ass cock.

  I knew I risked going to prison for kidnapping if that whore decided to go the police. However I did know her ass was money hungry and I gave her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I gave her ten grand up front if she would help me, at first she laughed in my face like I was a joke, but being the money hungry whore she was, she finally saw things my way.

  “I hope I can trust that you won’t tell anyone about this. I will give you another forty grand after everything is over and done with. It’s enough money to get you and your son back on y’all feet.”

  “Sure, how do I know I can trust you?”

  “I guess we will never know right. I feel like together we can get a lot accomplished. You don’t need his ass, the way I see it, he’s already replaced us with that white bitch.”

  “You know about her?” she quizzed.

  “Yea, I know about all the bitches he’s been fucking. That’s why I don’t know which one of y’all burned his ass. When you get out of here, you better go get your ass checked out.”

  She didn’t respond, she just sat there staring at me. I could see she was heartbroken by the information I just fed her ass. I wanted to laugh at this silly bitch, she had no idea, the way you get him, was the same way she would lose him. I smiled at her, then said, “Listen I’m about to untie the rope, please don’t make me regret this.”

  I untied the rope and helped her to her feet. A raw stench hit my nose; I put my hand over my nose.

  “You need to take a shower ASAP. That pussy of yours is stinking. Hold on.”

  I walked to the top of the stairs and looked around. I had to make sure the house was empty. Lord knows the last thing, I needed was to have Hassan pop up on me.

  “Come on up here.” I motioned to her.

  I waited until she got to the top of the stairs, then I walked upstairs.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You need to wash your ass, ain’t no way you goin’ sit down in my car with your shit smelling like that.”

  I walked over to the spare bathroom upstairs; there is no way I was going to let that bitch wash her ass in the same tub, I bathed in.

  I handed her a bar of soap and a washcloth, after I was sure she was bathing, I went to my room and grabbed a new pair of Victoria Secret underwear. I then looked through my closet for a jogging suit that I haven’t worn yet. I didn’t think this bitch was worthy to put her ass in anything that I owned.

  After she washed her ass and looked half way decent. I decided to take her to where her ride was parked. On the ride there, she was quiet. I was really worried that this bitch might back out on me and go to the police.

  “Aye you quiet over there. Are you aiight?”

  “Aiight? I’ve been kidnapped for days, and you think I’m aiight. Lady, after all this is over with, I want you out of my life for good. You hear me?”

  “I already told you what I want. I don’t want to be your fucking friend. You need to be careful of everything that you do, Hassan is far from being a fool and by the look of your face the other day, you know what he is capable of doing too.” I looked at her with a serious face.

  When we got to the location that I parked her crossover, it wasn’t there.

  “Where is my shit at?” she yelled.

  “Relax. It might’ve gotten towed. You need to call around and find out. Here go the money that I promise. You will get the rest as agreed.”

  She looked at me and turned her head.

  “I’m about to drop you off at home. I’m pretty sure they were looking for you. Please have your story straight. You know how to make up a believable story, just tell them you needed a break.”

  “You ain’t got to tell me what to say. I got this. Don’t think for a minute I like yo ass. I’m not doing this to help you. I’m doing this because that bastard played me and left me for dead.”

  “That will work.”

  I pulled up at the address that I caught Hassan.

  “Here you go, give me your number and I will contact you in a few days. I don’t have to tell you to keep this between us.”

  She gave me the number, and I put into my phone. She got out of the car without saying another word.

  I didn’t hang around, I pulled off. I was nervous, but confident that she would keep her word. Not because I thought that whore was loyal, but because I knew she was hurt and like me, she was determined to take his ass down for her own reasons. I didn’t care what her motives were, I needed all the help that I could get.

  ***

  After I dropped her off I decided to swing by Mama’s house. It’s been days since I have seen my baby girl. I didn’t want her at the house because at the time I had no idea how the situation was going to play out. Mama knew something was up and she kept calling, to check up on me so she says. I knew she was worried about me and I hate that I had to put her through this. She didn’t understand, but if that bitch decides to go to the
police, I‘d be the only one she can implicate in the situation.

  I pulled up and got out. I was still feeling nervous, from all the things that happened the last few days. I looked around to make sure I wasn’t being followed by the police. I rang the doorbell and waited. A few seconds later Mama opened the door.

  “I almost didn’t answer the door. What happen to calling before you come over?”

  “You’re my Mother so that don’t apply to me furthermore my child is here,” I joked and walked past her.

  “Mama, Mama.” Amaiya ran over to me.

  “Hey baby.” I kiss her on the cheek.

  “Can I come home now? I love it here with grandma, but I miss being in my own space.”

  “Yes you can come home.”

  “The last time I saw you, you were acting all kind of crazy, what change from then until now?” Mama asked.

  “Mama, I told you the other day that I can’t bring you into this and it still stands the same. I need you to trust me on this,” I said in an annoyed tone.

  I knew she meant well, but I already told her ass that I didn’t want to involve her in anything.

  “Did you talk to that lawyer? Don’t you sit over there and listen to his foolishness. That man ain’t goin’ change his ways, long as you keep taking him back and putting up with his foolishness.”

  “Mama I hear you loud and clear. Ain’t nobody falling for his foolishness. I haven’t talk to that man at all. Trust me I’m sick and tired of being hurt and I am really ready to move on with my life.”

  I got up and walked into the kitchen, where Amaiya was. “Get your stuff together so we can go.”

  Mama walked in behind me, “Destiny I didn’t mean to make you upset. You’re my child and I’m tired of seeing you hurt.” She started crying.

  I stepped closer to her and hugged her. “Come here Mama. I’m not upset with you, I just want all this to be over already. I want to move on with my life, you know?”

  I started to cry, we both stood there hugging each other tight. I wish I didn’t put her through this, but it is already happening and all I can do is try to change it.

  “Mama, I’m ready.” Amaiya walked in.

  I let Mama go, and quickly wiped my tears. I hate for Amaiya to see us going through this.

  “Alright, we’re about to go. Love you, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

  “Bye Nana. Love you.”

  I held my daughter’s hand and we walked out of the house and into my car. The entire ride home was complete silence. My mind was still on Imani and not knowing if she’d gone to the police or not.

  “Mama, you okay? You keep looking in your rearview mirror.”

  “Uh, yeah I’m fine baby. It’s just a bad habit,” I lied.

  She had no idea how nervous her mama really was. The thought of getting cuffed in front of my child really scared me.

  IMANI

  Everybody I knew, had a whole bunch of questions, as to where I’ve been for the past few days. I couldn’t really tell them, this crazy shit, that Hassan bitch kidnapped me and held me hostage in her basement. This was the kind of thing you’d see on Law and Order or Criminal Minds, the TV shows.

  I was happy to be back home with my son. I don’t care what I was going through in life; I never want to be without him. Tears filled my eyes, as I rubbed my stomach. Hatred filled my soul as I remember losing my baby. The funny thing about it is, I still love Hassan. Even after all that he has done to me.

  Most would call me stupid because I took the ten grand from Destiny. Nah I beg to differ, if that bitch had that kind of loot sitting around, shit why shouldn’t I take it. After all the stress, she done put me through, the bitch owe especially for her freedom. I layed in bed contemplating if I should go to the police and have her arrested. Shit that would get her out of the picture for good and then maybe Hassan and I could live happily ever after. Right, I thought and there was the white bitch Tanya, I had to get rid of her ass also.

  “You dog,” I yelled out.

  ***

  I woke up in an upbeat mood. I was happy that I was finally back in my own space. I got my ride from the pound, and made a close inspection, there were no visible scratch on my baby. I checked my cell-phone and noticed I had a million and one messages. There were a ton of messages from Corey, some from Hassan and the police department. I didn’t bother to listen to Corey’s messages. Whatever that nigga had to say, was of no interest to me. I was done with him; this was all his fault why I was caught up in all this shit with Hassan. Next I listened to Hassan’s messages. They were not the regular mean messages, matter of fact; his messages were kind and warm. He even mentioned that he loved and missed me. I smiled as I listened to his voice through the phone. This was kind of strange though, just the other day he wanted to kill me, but I was gone for a few days and he love and miss me. I almost fell for that shit too. That was until I remembered that he spat in my face.

  ***

  Hassan’s mother left me a message that she wanted to see me and Josiah. I knew she must’ve been worried out of her mind. I decided to roll over there to see how they are doing. I pulled up and parked on the side. I rang the doorbell and no one answered. I looked back and saw

  Charmaine’s car parked on the opposite side so I knew they were home. I rang the doorbell again. This time Miss Paulette yelled, “Who is it?”

  “It’s me Imani,” I happily said.

  The door opened and his mother stood in the doorway with an angry look plastered across her face. I didn’t think anything about it, at the time.

  “Hey Miss Paulette.” I stepped past her.

  “Who the hell was that Ma?” Charmaine hollered from upstairs.

  “Girl it’s me,” I said, walking toward the step.

  Charmaine ran down the stairs and got into my face. “Bitch I can’t believe you have the nerves to show yo’ face ‘round here.”

  “Bitch what you talking ‘bout. I just needed a little time to myself you know?”

  “I ‘ont care about yo ass disappearing and shit. I’m talking ‘bout how you lie that Josiah was my brother’s baby and all along you knew it was that lame ass nigga Corey’s baby.” She uppercut me.

  I didn’t hesitate; I grabbed that bitch weave and pulled her down on the ground.

  “Get off my child. You won’t come up in here putting your hand on my damn baby,” Miss Paulette said, and she started punching me.

  I tried to fight back, but his mama was a big bitch and was also good with throwing those big ass hands. I continued pulling Charmaine’s hair and tried to throw a few punches at the same time. I was determined not to get beat down, so I scratched as hard as I could.

  “You stupid bitch, get off of me.” I dug my nails into that bitch’s face. I was determined to draw blood.

  Somehow we managed to separate. I was out of breath, and my head was hurting, one of these stupid bitches pulled out my freshly glued in Remy weave. I looked on the ground and saw a patch of my hair on the carpet. I was furious and even though I was tired, I wanted to go another round.

  “Get out of my motherfucking house you lying ass bitch. I fucking defended you all these years and cussed my brother out over you, when all along you was fucking playing us. Get outttttttttttttttt!”Charmaine screamed.

  I wanted to say, ‘nah bitch, put me out,’ but instead I straightened my clothes and limped out of the house.

  I got into my ride, feeling hurt as fuck. These people were like family to me and in a split second, they turned against me, attacking me like I was a bitch in the streets. I had no fucking understanding about it and I was pissed to the max. I wondered, who the hell told them; Josiah was not Hassan’s child. Only three of us knew about this, and I know damn well I didn’t tell anyone. The only two people left were Corey and Hassan…

  ***

  My body was aching, from the pressure of that bitch humongous body. I looked in my mirror and noticed my lip was busted. I took another look at the house, and pulled off. I made a
mental note to catch each one of them bitches by themselves.

  I ran upstairs and quickly opened the door. I knew I looked a hot mess and didn’t want anyone of these nosy bitches to see me like that.

  “Mama, you aiight?” Josiah startled me.

  I turned around, “Yes baby, I’m good.”

  “W-h-a-t, wrong wit’ you face? Did that nigga hit you again?”

  “Boy no, and what I tell you ‘bout talking ‘bout yo’ daddy like that. Show him some respect.” I was annoyed.

  My head was thumping and I was mad as fuck, now wasn’t the time for this.

  “Josiah, listen I’m not feeling good and I don’t feel like fighting.”

  “Ma, why are you always defending this nigga? I swear if I find out he’s the one that hit you. I put this on my life; I’m going to murk his ass.”

  “Pow! pow! I slapped his face hard.

  “Don’t you ever raise your voice at me and stay out of grown folks business. You hear me.”

  “Yea until his ass kill you. I can’t believe you.” He looked at me with pity in his eyes and without saying another word, he walked off on me.

  I ran into my room and up under my covers. Fuck my life, I thought.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Hassan

  I got a call from my Mama, telling me how Imani came over there, and jumped on her. I had mixed feelings. I was mad, she put her hands on my Moms, but I was also happy that they found her. I couldn’t get her off my mind, and I had feared the worse. I told her, I would handle Imani, which was true, but I had questions of my own. I want to know where the hell she’d been hiding.

  I picked up my cell and dialed her number.

  “Hello,” she barely answered.

  “Aye yo, what’s good?”

  “Ain’t nothing good.”

  There was a long pause between us. I wanted to confront her about the shit that happened between her and Mama, but I knew this might not be the best route to take. It ain’t like we’ve been on good terms plus I didn’t want to push it too soon. In due time, I will make sure she knows it’s a no-no. I ‘ont play that shit, I don’t care what the fuck my Moms did, I don’t want a nigga or a bitch to ever raise their hands to her.