The Trophy Wife

by Ashley

  “I’m going to make that motherfucker pay. Both of them! I’m Hova, the be-all and end-all. I’m the god of this city. Who runs this? Me, that’s who!” He slammed his fist into his desk. His usually pale white face was now bloodshot red. He ran his fingers through his short blond hair and aggressively pulled off his white Armani blazer, exposing his muscular physique.

  A few of Hova’s disciples watched as he grew angrier by the second. They knew how bad his temper was, so they remained silent and let him vent his frustrations. Hova had already put a hit on London and was eagerly awaiting the phone call to confirm her death. He had other plans for Kalil. He wanted to handle him personally. His manhood wouldn’t allow Kalil to get away with having his wife behind his back.

  Hova put out his cigar and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to regain his composure. The sound of his phone ringing filled the air.

  “Speak!” Hova said as he picked up the phone. He got the information from the other end of the phone and smiled as he was receiving the news. Lynch and Peanut had London in their custody. Hova smiled as Lynch told him that they had a bonus: Jada, Kalil’s daughter.

  “Wait until I give the word and then do them both!” Hova didn’t ask how old the child was before giving the order, and he didn’t really care. He just wanted Kalil and London to suffer severely for the adulterous acts they had committed against him. His obsession with being “Hova the God” showed as he coldheartedly ordered the death of London and Jada.

  Quinn looked over at Kalil in the passenger seat. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go in there with you?”

  Kalil held his aching chest and grimaced. “Nah, I’m good. I don’t want to get you wrapped up in all of this shit. I have to handle this situation on my own.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. If anything happens to me, just make sure Jada is all right,” Kalil said as he opened the door.

  “Fuck that! If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’m coming in blasting, son.” Quinn cocked his pistol and looked at his cousin.

  Kalil reached in his cousin’s car and slapped hands with him, realizing that he had a real comrade on his team. Then he walked up to the club, preparing to confront Hova.

  Peanut’s conscience came into play as he heard the muffled cries of the woman and child who rode in the trunk. He looked over at Lynch and got sick to the stomach at the fact that Lynch had no remorse for what was about to go down.

  Lynch puffed on a blunt as he bobbed his head to the music. He turned up the stereo to drown out the kicks and screams of Jada and London.

  Peanut shook his head from side to side with guilt as he thought about his role in the whole matter. “This shit ain’t right, man.” Peanut continued to shake his head.

  “Look, man, I don’t need you bitchin’ up on me right now, Nut. Hova gave us a job to do, and I’m going to do it.”

  “This shit ain’t right, Lynch. That’s a kid back there, fam!” Peanut grew a disgusted look on his face.

  They pulled up to the abandoned house that Hova owned and hopped out the car. Peanut was the first to get to the trunk. He took a deep breath and hit the trunk button, causing it to pop open. When he saw London and Jada tied up with duct tape over their mouths, he instantly become overridden with guilt.

  Before he could even say anything, Lynch came over and forcefully snatched London out of the trunk and dragged her to the back-door entrance.

  “Grab the kid!” he yelled, as he struggled with a kicking and squirming London.

  Peanut reached for Jada, who jumped at his touch. He saw the fear in the young girl’s teary eyes. He carefully picked her up and assured her, “I’m not going to hurt you.” It hurt his heart, knowing that he would eventually have to kill her.

  Kalil walked into the empty club and took a glance around. The club was a totally different scene in the daytime. He saw Hova’s top-floor office and knew that he was playing with fire by coming back empty-handed. He was willing to get Hova’s money back for him. He just needed some time to get back in the streets and make some moves. Kalil made his way up the stairs and to Hova’s office door.

  Hova yelled on his cell phone, “What the fuck do you mean? Those motherfuckers are going to pay. No Italians are going to muscle me. I’m Hova!”

  The Italians and Hova had been in a turf war for a few months, and they’d given him an ultimatum: Give them a cut of the drug profit or “vest up.”

  He hung up the phone angrily. He wasn’t worried about the Italians attempting to strong-arm him. He had other things on his mind, like making Kalil and London suffer.

  One of the disciples said to Hova, “Hov, what do you wanna do about the Italians? If we move on them now, they’re going to expect it.”

  Hova decided that he’d fall back to avoid walking into a trap. “We’re going to lay low for a while, rock ’em to sleep, and then I’m going to bring the heat to those slick-haired bastards.” Hova’s reputation for retaliation was infamous, and he knew that if he sent any of his soldiers over to the Italians, he would only be sending them into a death trap. The Italians wanted a war and were waiting on him to make a move.

  Tears streamed down London’s face as she looked over at Jada, who had cried herself to sleep. London frantically looked around the damp basement they were in, and the smell of mildew and dampness nearly made her gag. Duct tape covered Jada’s mouth, and her hands were tied as she slumped against the wall with dried-up tear stains on her cheek.

  London squirmed, trying to free herself, but it was no use. The ropes were tightly knotted and there was no escaping. She knew that Lynch was Hova’s head hit man and that he had no respect for human life whatsoever. Hova had told London stories about Lynch’s murder game and how he just didn’t give a fuck.

  London began to regret creeping with Kalil at this point. She not only put her life at jeopardy, but now a little girl was in the midst of the chaos. London cried a river while the anticipation built. She knew that the men were just waiting on a call for Hova to end their lives. Please, God, please spare Jada’s life. She doesn’t deserve this, she doesn’t, London thought to herself while guilt overwhelmed her.

  At that moment, she heard the wooden stairs creaking. Someone was coming down. A man’s silhouette appeared and the smell of his strong cologne filled the room. London scooted to the corner where Jada was and tried to shield her body. At this point, her only thought was to protect Jada. She saw that the man was Lynch and the fear factor set in. The look in his eyes was that of a madman, and London knew that her life was on a countdown.

  Lynch slowly walked over to London with more than murder on his mind. He always envied Hova for having such a beautiful wife. He couldn’t see how a white man got such a gorgeous woman as London. Every time he would see her, he would dream about how good sex with her would be. He was finally about to make his dreams come true.

  Lynch just stared at her awkwardly, a devilish grin plastered on his face. London noticed the bulge growing in his Sean Jean sweatpants as he approached.

  “London, you one bad bitch! Why do you fuck wit’ that arrogant-ass white boy? I know he lacking what I’m packing.” Lynch grabbed his erect rod and began to stroke it. The pure beauty of London had him mesmerized, and he envisioned himself stroking her from the back. The closer he got to London, the harder his manhood became.

  Kalil took a deep breath—not out of fear, but out of frustration—before knocking on Hova’s door. He was ready to leave the game alone, but June’s backstabbing set him back in his plans. He knew to repay Hova the money he would have to become the Kalil of the old. The hustler.

  Knock, knock, knock! He lightly tapped the door as he rubbed his sore chest and waited for a response.

  One of the disciples answered the door, and when he saw Kalil’s face it was as if he saw a ghost. The disciple just stood there, not knowing what to say. Hova was just talking about what was going to happen when he found Kalil and there he was in the flesh. This mu’fucka got bal
ls.

  “What the fuck is yo’ problem? Are you going to let me in or just stand there?” Kalil looked the man up and down. He had a rough day and wasn’t trying to fuck around.

  The disciple didn’t say anything. He just smiled and stepped to the side to feed Kalil to the dogs.

  Kalil stepped past the man and saw the back of Hova’s oversized leather chair.

  Hova’s back was turned toward Kalil as he stared out of his glass window that overlooked the club. The smoke from his Cuban cigar danced into the air, letting Kalil know Hova was sitting there.

  Kalil felt the tension in the room as everyone ceased the conversation when he entered. There were about three disciples scattered throughout the oversized luxury office. Kalil grew suspicious and began to study his surroundings. Do they already know that I don’t have the money? Everybody in this joint ice-grilling me and shit. These mu’fuckas gon’ fuck around and get fucked up today. What the fuck is the problem, yo! Kalil frowned up his face. He was fearless and returned every cold stare as he made his way to the front of Hova’s desk. He cleared his throat in an attempt to grab Hova’s attention.

  Hova took his time in responding. Moments later he swung his chair around so that he was facing Kalil. “Kalil, one of my most trusted associates,” he said sarcastically. He took a deep pull of his cigar. “I’ve been waiting to see you. You’re back a lot sooner than I expected.” Hova was boiling inside, and it took all of the willpower he could muster to prevent him from reaching in his desk and filling Kalil’s body with bullets.

  “Yeah,” Kalil said, standing firm, “I had a little problem, nah mean? I need a little more time to hit you back. My man tried to backdoor me.” Kalil pulled up his shirt, exposing the circled bruises. He didn’t want to come with excuses, because he was a man and stood on his own two. He was ready for whatever. Hova was going to have to give him more time, or just make a move.

  Hova glanced around at his disciples, all ready to kill Kalil at his request.

  Kalil followed Hova’s eyes and noticed that every disciple had their hand on their gun. He looked at the disciples, some of whom used to work for him, and yelled, “What the fuck is the problem?”

  “The problem is that you owe me three hundred and sixty grand, and I want my money.” Hova put out his cigar and stared Kalil directly in the eyes.

  “Hova, you know I’m good for it. I just need a while to bounce back. I’ve spent much more than that with you over the years. What? I ain’t good for it?” Kalil put his hands up.

  Hova sat back in his chair and slowly crossed his legs, disregarding Kalil’s question. “Kalil, I love my wife.” He picked up the picture of his wife that sat on his desk.

  Kalil wasn’t trying to get into a crazy conversation with Hova. What the fuck? I don’t give a fuck, he thought, wanting to get back on subject. Kalil knew Hova liked to play mind games and he had bigger fish to fry. He wanted to get hit with more bricks so he could repay his debt and get enough paper to move away with his daughter and the woman of his dreams.

  “Yeah, but like I was saying, I need you to hit me,” Kalil said, cutting to the chase.

  “Listen! I love my wife!” Hova said in a more harsh tone, his face turning apple red. He slowly turned around the picture of London, revealing his wife’s identity to Kalil.

  London squirmed and cringed as Lynch forced her legs open and began to eat her out, giving her rough and sloppy oral sex. She wanted to put up more of a fight, but Jada was next to her ’sleep and she didn’t want to wake her and have the child witness the degrading act that was happening to her. Eventually London stopped squirming and let the tears flow as Lynch had his way with her.

  When Lynch was fully erect and had gotten her “wound” wet to his satisfaction, he was ready to enter her. He stood up and began to unbutton his pants. He let his pants drop, and his uncircumcised penis hung from his boxers. He was about eleven inches long, and the sight alone terrified her. He bent down and ripped the duct tape from over her mouth. He wanted to hear her beg and scream, to heighten his experience.

  “Please, please, stop!” London whispered between cries. She tried her hardest to plead with Lynch without waking Jada. And by the look of Lynch’s erect, throbbing dick, she knew there was no stopping him.

  “Shut up, bitch. You know you want it. Stop playin’ yaself.” Lynch stroked his penis and stared at London’s neatly trimmed vagina. Earlier he had ripped off all her clothes, leaving her butt naked. The only thing she had on was the ropes.

  London came to the realization that Lynch wasn’t concerned with her cries for help and she knew she was about to get raped. She reluctantly opened her legs. “Please, just do it away from her, please,” she begged as her dignity dropped to an all-time low.

  Lynch disregarded her request and dropped to his knees, ready for entry.

  The sound of the wooden stairs creaking could be heard, and Peanut came into view.

  “What the fuck are you doing, fam?” Peanut rushed toward Lynch, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pushed him off London. “Are you crazy, man?” Peanut looked at Lynch like he was insane. Peanut had been upstairs on the john and couldn’t believe what was happening while he left them unattended.

  Lynch inched back over to London, thinking only about a nut. “What’s yo’ fucking problem? You can have her next after me.”

  Peanut grabbed him again and pulled him off her, this time more forcefully. He already was feeling guilty for kidnapping Kalil’s people, so he wasn’t going to sit there and allow Lynch to rape a woman. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at Lynch. “Get the fuck off of her, you sick mu’fucka!” he yelled, cocking the hammer back on the gun.

  Lynch screwed up his face in disbelief. “Oh, you gon’ shoot me over this sheisty bitch? She’s dead anyway. Why you buggin’?” Lynch pulled up his pants.

  “No, nigga, you buggin’. It’s a little girl right here, and you got yo’ joint all hanging out about to rape a female!” Peanut was extremely upset at that point. Lynch totally disgusted him. He didn’t know that Lynch had a twisted side to him.

  All the commotion woke up Jada, and she began to squirm in an attempt to release herself from the ropes. All of a sudden, Peanut felt Lynch’s fist hit him square in the eye, causing him to drop the gun.

  Lynch followed up with another punch. “You pulled a strap out on me, lil’ nigga? Better use it next time.” Lynch hit Peanut again with an uppercut, causing him to land flat on his back.

  London and Jada watched in terror as the scene unfolded.

  While the two men wrestled for the gun, Lynch’s phone rang, ceasing all movement. It was Hova.

  Kalil looked at the picture of London and was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe it. He stared at a wedding picture of Hova and London, both of them in all white. He was totally shocked. He was having an affair with his man’s wife. His trophy wife. What the hell is going on? Hova is London’s husband? I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this, yo! Does he know?

  “Yeah, I know you’re fucking my wife,” Hova said, as if he could read Kalil’s thoughts.

  Kalil was speechless as he stared into the man’s eyes across from him. All along, the monster that London was petrified of was the powerful white man the streets called Hova.

  “Look, Hova, it’s not even—”

  Before Kalil could finish his statement, one of Hova’s disciples hit him unexpectedly. And suddenly five guns were pointed at him.

  Hova wanted to kill Kalil right then and there, but he wanted to torture him before he put him to sleep forever. “You know what . . . no explanation needed, Kalil. London is a beautiful woman, isn’t she?” Hova stated calmly. He was comfortable in his plush leather chair as he sat back with his arms folded behind his head, glaring at Kalil. He sat up suddenly.

  Silence filled the air as Kalil tried to prepare himself for the unexpected. He couldn’t read the man who sat before him, but he knew he was in a bad position.

  “You know w
hat? I want you to hear something.” Hova pushed the speaker button on his desk phone and dialed a number.

  Kalil froze, knowing he was outnumbered. He grabbed his bleeding head and winced as he waited for the throbbing pain to subside.

  “Hello,” a man answered on the other end.

  Hova coldly stared into Kalil’s eyes. “Put the kid on the phone!”

  As the words rolled off Hova’s tongue, Kalil’s heart began to race. He didn’t want to believe that Hova was referring to Jada.

  “Hello?” a shaky innocent voice said.

  Kalil yelled, “Jada!” His knees became weak.

  “Daddy! Help!”

  “Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy is coming to get you, I promise!” Kalil yelled almost in tears. Although Kalil was as tough as they come, the sound of his daughter’s frightened voice broke him down.

  The sound of Jada’s screaming for her father was in the background as Lynch came on the phone. “What do you want me to do with London?” he asked.

  “I’ll call you back in a couple hours.” Hova hung up the phone. He got a bright idea. He had no intentions of letting London, Kalil, or the little girl live, but first he wanted Kalil to suffer.

  “Let them go, mu’fucka! If anything happens to them. I’ma kill you myself!” Kalil yelled. He tried to lunge at Hova, but before he could reach him, the disciple restrained him and gave him a couple of blows to the midsection.

  “You’re not in the position to be making threats, homeboy.” Hova laughed and lit his Cuban cigar. “We are about to play a little game. You see, you owe me a lot of money and you’ve been fucking my wife. I have a little problem with the Moretti family, and I need it handled. I’m giving you three hours to bring me back Frank Moretti’s chain, or your daughter and that bitch are dead. I want Moretti dead! You either handle my business or have your daughter’s blood on your hands,” Hova said, knowing that he was sending Kalil into a death trap.