A year later, they were married, and she was pregnant.
Now, almost four years later, he had become highly suspicious of her. He had a feeling she was stepping out on him. She had been secretive and cold, and it was taking more and more gifts to keep her happy. There were phone calls at night that she claimed were work-related, but AZ’s gut told him otherwise.
She was a busy woman, but he didn’t believe she was this busy. Someone else had her attention because it damn sure wasn’t him. Yes, he had Baron on the side, but it was just dick, he felt, and he didn’t want his wife dealing with anybody.
*
When AZ arrived home later that evening, there was no Porsche in the driveway, indicating Wendy wasn’t home yet, and the kids were still with the babysitter. He walked into an empty house with his gift in hand.
*
Wendy spread her legs across his lap, clutched his shoulders, and slowly lowered her throbbing pussy onto his large erection. The penetration was slow and filling. She liked when he took his time and made every second of their time together matter. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, the tip of his penis almost feeling like it was rooted in her stomach.
He thrust upwards into her, and her body jerked then quivered in his grasp. The young thug was blessed in so many ways. He focused on her soft, round tits as she rode him in the backseat of his Yukon. Her pussy was creamy and tight. He cupped her buttocks with his hands and sucked her nipples.
In an exhale, she chanted, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” her voice dripping with desire as her body was being ravaged. The constant friction happening inside of her was taking her to the next level.
Their intense bumping and grinding started to fog the windows to the truck. He continued to push into her as their bodies bent sexually in the backseat. They had all the privacy they needed in the parking lot, his dark tints shading their nastiness.
Her legs twisted around him as she was placed on her back into a new position with her thug lover on top of her like a sexual ornament. He gripped her neck, gently choking her as she felt her orgasm brewing.
“I’m gonna come!” she screamed out.
Her thug lover groaned while still moving inside her. He squeezed her tits, danced between her thighs, and painted the perfect picture of sex, his dick being the paintbrush.
Wendy’s husband had been absent from her mind since their rendezvous began over an hour earlier. Home was trouble, and her career was a hassle. Her affair with Justice felt like the perfect diversion from her unraveling criminal case. The rape victim was scared and becoming uncooperative. She first had refused to take a rape kit at the hospital and give her deposition. Wendy had to constantly fight with her witness, and it was becoming tiresome.
Wendy came so hard, her body felt drained from the endless explosion. Justice did what a man was supposed to do—sexually please his woman, a department AZ had been lacking in for a long time.
Her cell phone started to buzz. The first call was from her paralegal. She left a message. The second call came from AZ. She ignored him too. She wasn’t ready to snap back into reality yet.
“That was really good,” she said to Justice. That dick put a smile on her face.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
They started to collect themselves and put back on their clothing.
Justice was a twenty-two-year-old thug Wendy had met in the nightclub. Looking her best in her hip-hugging dress with her long black hair flowing down to her shoulders, she immediately caught his attention. He offered to buy her a drink, and she accepted. The two got to conversing, and she was feeling his style, forgetting that she was a married woman.
Though Wendy was an assistant state’s attorney, she had a forbidden weakness—she loved herself a thug. Wendy was an educated woman with degrees from Howard and NYU, but deep down inside, she was a hood rat from the projects of West Baltimore who hid her ghetto style well.
“He’s been calling,” she said, referring to AZ as she saw his missed calls on her cell phone.
“Why do you stay married to that cornball nigga? It’s obvious you ain’t feelin’ him like that, and he don’t have the time for you.”
“He’s my kids’ father.”
“And I got two baby mamas, but I don’t fuck wit’ them like that.”
“It’s complicated.”
“You like his money?”
“I love nice things.”
“And you don’t think I can buy you nice things?”
She smiled. “You’re cute.” And then she kissed him on the lips. “But I have to get home to my husband.” She hadn’t realized how much time had passed.
Justice looked so envious, he was turning green. He really liked Wendy. She was different and fun to be with, and her beauty was breathtaking. It pained him that she had to go home to an asshole named AZ. The things Wendy told him made AZ look like an easy mark. Maybe he and his crew could roll up on AZ and take from him one day when the time was right, since that’s what his crew did—rob muthafuckas for everything they had.
Wendy climbed out of his truck and walked awkwardly toward her Cayenne, a gap between her legs. His big dick had left an indentation inside her pussy and put a smile on her clit. She started her car and then needed a moment to get herself right. She pulled down the sun visor and checked her image in the small mirror. Her lipstick was a little smeared from sucking Justice’s dick, but besides that, she was still looking flawless. She applied an extra coat of lipstick to her lips and puckered them in the mirror. She smiled.
*
Wendy pulled into her driveway and released a deep sigh. She had the kids in the backseat and a plastic bag of Chinese food in her hand. AZ’s car was parked in the driveway too. She wasn’t excited to see her husband.
Wendy put on her “at-home face” and said, “C’mon, kids, let’s go.”
The kids jumped out of the backseat and ran toward the front door, as Wendy trailed them. The house was quiet. She figured AZ to be in the bedroom or in his den. She decided not to disturb him. She set out the Chinese food on the kitchen table and made her kids a sizable plate for them to enjoy.
As she was about to eat an egg roll, she heard AZ say, “Where were you?”
She turned around and saw AZ coming into the kitchen. He looked relaxed and comfortable in some sweatpants and a T-shirt, and appeared to have been home for quite a while.
“I was at the office,” she lied.
“I called, and your assistant said you weren’t there. In fact, you left hours ago, she told me. And you haven’t been answering your cell phone.”
“Well, it’s been a very busy day for me with this case. I’m doing a lot of running around and been in and out of court. My primary witness to this case is inconsistent, and I think this judge is against me, AZ. So excuse me if I’m doing too much because you’re always out of town on business.”
He said calmly, “I just wanted to know where my wife was for several hours. Is there a problem with that?”
“And how was your trip to New York? Do I blow up your cell phone when you’re doing business out of town?”
AZ frowned. “New York was fine. Simply business.”
He turned to his two sons and smiled at them. They always knew how to brighten his heart without doing anything. Their presence alone exhilarated him. He kissed them on their foreheads and took a deep breath. Whatever his boys needed, he felt fortunate to be able to provide for them. They were living the life of luxury, and he was going to continue to do whatever it took to keep giving his family the best that money could buy.
“It’s been a long day. I don’t feel like arguing with you, and I need a bath. Are you going to watch them while I’m upstairs trying to relax?” she asked with an attitude. “I deserve it.”
“I’ll be here.”
Wendy pivoted and marched out of the kitchen.
AZ watched her leave with nothing else more to say. Though she was a busy woman, her reason for being late and not answering her cell phone didn’t appease him. Her gift was in the bedroom. He was ambivalent about whether he should give it to her or not. He loved her, but something definitely was off.
AZ sat at the table with his kids and enjoyed their time. Life on the street could be grueling, bloody, and violent, but being home with them was his antidote to sweep his mind from the evil he did in the drug game. Whatever troubles he had out there, he didn’t bring home.
An hour later, AZ walked into the bathroom, where Wendy was submerged in a soothing, warm bubble bath. She was enjoying her wine, her music, and her solitude. For a minute, he stood in the doorway quietly and observed her. Any man would be so lucky to have her, and he felt blessed with her. She was beautiful, the mother of his two beautiful kids, and a career woman.
He walked into the bathroom, startling his wife a little. He took a seat at the edge of the tub and presented his gift. “I’m always thinking about you, even in New York,” he said. He handed her the blue box.
Already, Wendy was smiling from ear to ear. She loved the surprises. She knew it was expensive and tasteful. Her husband always came correct. She tore off the bow, opened it up, and was in awe at the Tiffany key necklace inside. Her eyes lit up like the North Star. “Ohmygod!” she uttered in disbelief. “Ohmygod! It’s so beautiful, AZ. I love it!”
“I knew you would.” AZ removed the necklace from the long case and clasped it around her neck.
Wendy stood up from the tub, dripping wet with bubbles, and hurried toward the mirror like the necklace would disappear if she didn’t look at it in time. Naked and wet, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she gleamed with joy. It was a magnificent piece, one that would rouse envy among other females. She couldn’t wait to show if off.
“Ohmygod,” she uttered the phrase excitedly once again. “I love it so much. Thank you!”
“I’m glad you like it.”
She threw her arms around him and pushed her naked frame into him, dampening his clothing, and kissed her husband like a woman should.
“Come and bathe with me,” she suggested, taking AZ by his hand and pulling him toward the tub. The sparkling diamond key dangled slightly over her naked breasts like a Christmas tree ornament.
“I’m okay. You enjoy your time alone.”
“You sure, baby? I can make you feel really, really good tonight. You definitely deserve it.”
“No, I’m good.”
She smiled. “Thank you,” she said once again.
AZ wasn’t in the mood for sex. He wanted to make her happy. He wanted his family to be happy. He wanted the best of both worlds to continue.
Wendy couldn’t wait to broadcast the news about her new gift. She retrieved her cell phone from her purse, dipped herself back into the tub, and dialed her mother.
“You won’t believe what my husband just bought me while he was in New York,” she exclaimed with vigor.
AZ disappeared into the bedroom, but he could still hear his wife’s voice echoing from the bathroom. She was happy, he was happy. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was hiding something.
Eleven
AZ lowered his head and sighed, feeling replenished as the warm shower cascaded down on him and relaxed him. He lingered inside the running shower for twenty minutes collecting his thoughts.
He thought about Wendy and his marriage. The other day he had gone through her cell phone looking for proof of her infidelity, but there was nothing. Her text file on her iPhone was always at no messages, and her call history showed a few missed and received calls from a private number.
It made him extremely jealous that there was a strong possibility that his wife was stepping out on him. He didn’t know with whom, but he planned on finding out.
He stepped out of the shower and toweled off. The house was quiet. The kids were sleeping, and Wendy was in their master bedroom. AZ was about to turn the shower off, but he didn’t. Something told him to keep the water running, to give the impression he was still in the shower. He knotted the towel around his waist and walked softly down the hall toward the master bedroom. The bedroom door was ajar, and from the hallway, he could see his wife seated on the bed in her panties and bra. Her cell phone was clutched to her ear like her life was on the line.
“I miss you too,” she proclaimed to someone. “But this is becoming harder to do. I have a life, and I have a family.”
AZ listened intently. He could feel his blood boiling. Enough was enough. He pushed open the door and charged into the room.
Wendy, caught off guard by his abrupt entry into the bedroom, stood up from the bed and looked at AZ like he was an intruder.
AZ ran over and snatched the cell phone from her hands and shouted into the phone, “Yo, who this?” He assumed the caller would hang up immediately once he heard AZ’s voice.
But the caller returned, “Nigga, who you?”
“I’m her fuckin’ husband!” AZ shouted.
“Yeah, I know, and I’m the nigga that’s fuckin’ your wife.”
“What, nigga? I’ll kill you, nigga!”
Justice shouted, “Nigga, you can’t kill shit. You don’t know me, nigga. I can be your worst nightmare.”
“Listen, you ignorant muthafucka. You don’t know me, and you don’t know who you’re dealing with or what I’m capable of doing to you. I will murder you, nigga! Stay the fuck away from my wife!”
AZ hung up. He glared at Wendy, who stood in front of him looking dumbfounded. “You fuckin’ this nigga?” he screamed.
She didn’t see the hit coming and had no time to respond to his accusation. AZ raised his hand into the air and came across her face with a backhand slap, sending her flying across the bed. She landed on the floor.
It wasn’t over yet. AZ stormed across the bed, and more violence ensued. He landed several powerful tight-fisted blows to her face and body. Wendy found herself cemented to the floor, crying out hysterically and begging for him to stop. But rage consumed him. It seemed like there would be no end to his wrath.
He snatched her up from the floor, though she could barely stand. “You fuckin’ cheatin’ bitch!” he screamed. He wrapped his hand around her slim neck and slammed her into the bedroom wall so hard, the hanging pictures rattled and fell off. The impact left a gaping hole in the sheetrock.
Wendy, gasping for air, desperately tried to defend herself. She clawed at AZ’s eyes and face, and she kicked and screamed.
AZ was exploding with anger. He squeezed and squeezed, feeling her slim neck crushing from his strong grip. Her eyes started to shut, and she felt herself fading. Her life was on the line. He punched her once again, and the blow almost sent her into unconsciousness.
Wendy knew if she blacked out, she wasn’t going to wake up. Frantic and hurting, she had one move left to execute. She lifted her knees forcefully between his legs and kneed him in the groin.
The blow sent a shockwave of pain through AZ’s body, and he immediately released his hold from her neck and folded over in pain. He fell to his knees and clutched his groin. “You fuckin’ bitch!” he cried out.
She had her moment back. She ran away from him and hurriedly reached for her cell phone and quickly dialed 911. She only had seconds to survive, since AZ wasn’t going to stay down for long.
“I’m gonna kill you, bitch!” he yelled.
“Nine-one-one, how can I help you?” the operator asked.
Wendy screamed into her phone, “My husband is trying to kill me!”
AZ was back on his feet, now shaking off the pain. He didn’t show any signs of remorse or that he was calming down. His eyes flared up with redness and more fury. He glared at Wendy like a bull seeing red.
“Ma’am, what’s your location?”
“
I’m at—” Wendy ran toward the bathroom, and AZ gave a heated chase. He madly tried to grab for her, and almost had her in his reach when he tripped over something and stumbled, giving Wendy a second to slam the bathroom door shut and lock it.
AZ violently threw himself against the door with his shoulder, wanting to knock the door off the hinges. “Open this fuckin’ door, you bitch!”
“No! Leave me alone, you fuckin’ bastard! You’re going to jail tonight! Look at what you did to my face! Ohmygod!”
Wendy still had the 911 operator on the phone, and she advised her to stay locked in the bathroom and that the cops were on their way. Wendy didn’t know how much time she had left.
AZ was working the door, kicking it and slamming his weight against it.
“How dare you fuckin’ cheat on me? You know who the fuck I am? I guess you fuckin’ don’t, you bitch, so I’m gonna have to fuckin’ show you!”
It didn’t take long for two marked squad cars to arrive at the residence. The kids, who had been awakened from their sleep by the disturbance in their parents’ bedroom, were in awe at their daddy’s violence and scared out of their minds. Even his sons couldn’t calm him down, and they opened the door for the cops.
“Daddy’s beatin’ up Mommy,” Randy said to the cops.
The police charged upstairs and stormed into the bedroom and caught AZ still trying to break down the master bathroom door. He cursed at the cops and yelled for them to get the fuck out of his house. They went to restrain him, and AZ fought back, but four against one was a losing battle for him. They threw him to the floor and restrained him.
It was finally safe for Wendy to come out the bathroom, and she slowly did. When she saw her husband lying on his stomach, handcuffed and restrained, she wanted to attack him.
She went for him, yelling out, “You fuckin’ bastard,” but two officers came in between her and AZ. In tears, her face was swollen, blood trickled from her mouth, and she was trembling with anxiety. The worst, though, was that her two young sons had to witness the violence.
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