A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel)

by Shan

  "He wants to meet you Quasym. He doesn’t have much time left and wants to see you before he leaves this world."

  "I’ll think about it," Quasym shot over his shoulder as he walked away.

  "Please Quasym. He wants to explain everything to you himself. Please think about it and do so as soon as possible. There isn’t much time."

  Quasym brushed Andres off as he headed to his car. He pulled his keys from his pocket and popped the locks on his brand new Challenger. He hopped inside, started the engine, and raced out of the driveway.

  Chapter 28: Positive

  Early the next morning, Yessenia, ran a cold towel over her face and then stared at her pale skin in the mirror. She took another look at the positive pregnancy test that sat on the edge of the counter and shook her head. She was pregnant. It was what she’d always wanted; it was what she had prayed for. It finally happened, but Yessenia wasn’t happy about it.

  Sadly, she shook her head and grabbed the pregnancy test from the counter. She wrapped it in some tissues and exited the bathroom. She dropped the test down in her purse and then slipped her shoes onto her feet. She stepped out of her bedroom and walked down the stairs of her home, slowly gliding down each step careful not to allow her queasiness to allow her to fall.

  As she made her way toward her kitchen to prepare breakfast, she thought about her life and how things had changed for Devon and her over the past few months. For starters, they were in her dream home-the home she’d had her eyes on for the longest, the home that Devon promised that he would get for her. She loved every inch of that house and spent countless hours throughout the day decorating and making it as beautiful on the inside as it was on the outside. It wasn’t like she had anything else to do. For two and a half months after they first moved in, she had been on house arrest due to the drug charges she picked up when she was busted in Quasym’s trap house.

  She no longer had her job at the beauty shop she once worked at due to her chasing behind Devon’s lying ass. She was now a criminal with a record, and although it seemed bad, it wasn’t all bad. Devon had given her the money to have her own shop built and she’d already started the process up. She would be in her own place, with her own clientele and making her own money that she didn’t have to give most of it up. She was happy about that. She lost her job but gained her own business in the process.

  On the other hand, their relationship was super rocky. Devon spent so much time in the streets that she barely saw the man. When he left the house in the morning after breakfast, she didn’t see him again most times until the next morning. It was like that now she knew the truth about him running the streets again he took full advantage of it. The time they spent together was so minimal. They probably had sex once a week if that. Devon was so obsessed with his new life that he forgot all about her and hadn’t paid her any attention.

  This is why she didn’t instantly smile at the positive pregnancy test. It was the most tragic news that she’d received in a very long time because she didn’t know who the father of her child was. She knew that it most likely wasn’t Devon’s. He told her that he wasn’t going to pretend to finish in her when he really hadn’t and that he would just pull out when he came. He apologized to her almost every day for at least a month for lying to her and making her feel like less than a woman. He’d had Yessenia feeling like she was unable to get pregnant, and he felt bad for it. Even then, he still wasn’t ready to have kids.

  So she kind of knew that it was no possible way that it could be his baby. She and Rashad had stopped their affair right after it started, but a few weeks ago it started up again. She was lonely. She needed the company, and she needed the touch of a man. She couldn’t get her husband to do that for her more than once a week and Rashad was there to pick up where he’d been slacking.

  "’Sup baby?" Devon said as he approached Yessenia. He placed his arms around her and kissed her lips, but she turned her head away.

  "Morning," she said pulling away from him. She walked over to the fridge and pulled out the eggs and bacon and sat them on the counter. She could feel Devon staring a hole into her back and didn’t want to turn around to look at him. She kept her head down and focused on what she was doing.

  "I was thinking that we can go out and grab something to eat. Catch a movie and do a little shopping," Devon suggested as he pulled open the fridge and grabbed a soda.

  "Wow, so you have time for little ol’ me?"

  "Come on now. You already know I would’ve been suggested we do this a while ago, but you having that lil’ monitor on your leg fucked it up, and you know I was working hella hard. I figure since you now free to get out and I got some free time and money to blow that we could get some time in before you get back to working again."

  "Yea, well that sounds good, but not today. I already made an appointment to meet with the developers for the shop. And I told Zaria that I would meet with her today so we can pick out decorations and help her register for her baby shower."

  "I thought her baby shower wasn’t for another couple of months."

  "It’s not, but she wants to make sure she got everything out the way before she is unable to get around. So I’ll be doing that today, but we can definitely-"

  Yessenia’s voice was caught in her throat when Devon swept her off her feet and placed her on the kitchen cabinet. She watched as she shoved her legs open and pushed her gown up.

  "I wanna spend time with my wife today. Do I gotta beg?" Devon asked as he dropped down to his knees.

  "Devon, get up. Come on let me finish making breakfast so I can get dressed and be on time for my meeting."

  "I got all the breakfast I need right here."

  Devon pulled Yessenia’s laced underwear to the side and dipped his tongue into her wetness. He licked around her pussy and then sucked her clit into his mouth. He worked his tongue with precision as he lapped her up causing Yessenia to moan and fumble around on the cabinet.

  "Oh God!" Yessenia screamed. It had been so long since she felt her husband’s lips on her. She was surprised but excited at the same time. This was all she wanted from him. This was what she needed from him in order to keep her from running around on him.

  She knew that was she was doing was wrong, and she didn’t want to be stepping out on her marriage, but she wasn’t feeling the love that she needed from him. The love that she felt when they’d first gotten together and when he appreciated her for the woman that she was. He acted as if he was above the world now, and he forgotten all about her and her needs in the process.

  "Do I gotta beg you baby?" Devon asked her. He placed two fingers inside of her dripping wet pussy and then quickly flickered his tongue over her clit. He could feel her juices covering his fingers, and it made him use his tongue faster and faster.

  "Oh God, Devon! I’m cumming! Oh, shit!" Yessenia began to go crazy as she felt herself on the rise of an orgasm. She gripped the edge of the counter and grinded her pussy into Devon’s mouth. She threw herself at his face until she came. "Ahhh, fuck!"

  "Hmmm, you taste so damn good," Devon said as she stood to his feet. He dropped his pants down to his ankles and eased his dick inside of her. "I’m ready to have kids now."

  Yessenia’s eyes popped open, "Huh?"

  "Shit, your pussy feels so damn good. Fuck you’re so damn wet," Devon groaned as he slid in and out of her. "I said I’m ready to make you the mother of my kids now. I’m about to cum all in this pussy. I know I’ve said it a thousand times already, but I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry for all the lies and making you feel like you couldn’t trust me. I love you, baby. You are my rock, and I don’t know what I would do without you. You ready for this? You ready to bring my seed into this world."

  Instantly a tear leaked down Yessenia’s face. Finally, Devon was ready to give her what she wanted. The one thing that they needed to complete their family and happy life, but sadly it was too late.

  ***

  "I need to talk to you," Yessenia told Rashad as she stepped
inside of his place.

  "Okay, we can talk later. I gotta be in at twelve," Rashad reached for Yessenia, but she slapped his hands away. He tossed his hands up and then stepped away from her. "Okay, I’m listening."

  Rashad shut the door and walked over to his sofa to have a seat. There was a brief moment of silence in the room before Yessenia began pacing his living room floor. He looked at her strangely before he stood to his feet.

  "You want a drink?"

  "No, I don’t want no damn drink, Rashad. How did I get into this shit with you? What the fuck was I thinking calling you up after all these damn years?"

  "Okay, what the hell is going on?"

  "I’ve been cheating on my husband! That’s what is going on! And for what? He ain’t do nothing wrong but tell a few damn lies. I thought that he was seeing another bitch, and he wasn’t-now it’s too late. I fucked up," Yessenia began to cry.

  "So what you saying? Are you ending this-"

  "I’m pregnant, Rashad. I just came here to tell you that I’m getting rid of the baby and that I don’t wanna ever see you again. I’m changing my number. Don’t call me; don’t try to ever contact me again. I only came here to let you know that what we did was a mistake. I want to fix my marriage."

  She turned to walk out of the door when Rashad grabbed her arm and pulled her around to face him. "Is it mine?"

  "I don’t know and it don’t matter. I’m not taking any chances so I’m getting rid of it just to be on the safe side."

  "You can’t just get rid of my child Yessenia. I don’t give a fuck if you’ve had a change or heart or not! That’s my child you’re carrying."

  "So fuckin’ what, Rashad! It’s my damn body, and I will do as I please. Now let my arm go so I can get out of here!" Yessenia snatched her arm around away and reached for the door knob.

  "Yea, we’ll see about that. Let me just give Mr. Devon Butler a call and see how he feels about that. Wonder if he knows I’ve been fucking his wife raw on and off over the last few months and a few times up in his big pretty house."

  Yessenia whipped back around to see Rashad pulling out his cell phone. She went to reach for it when he pulled back away from her continuing to scroll through his phone. Once again she tried to take the phone from him, when he took his hand and pushed her away. Without thinking, she picked up the lamp that sat on his end table and slammed it against his head. The cell phone fell from his hand as he hit the floor, and blood dripped from the side of his head.

  "Rashad," Yessenia said noticing that he wasn’t moving. "Oh, shit. Rashad? Rashad?"

  Yessenia cuffed her hand over her mouth and frowned at Rashad’s insensible body. There was no movement from him; absolutely none and Yessenia knew then that she’d killed him. He was dead, and she didn’t know what to do. All she was trying to do was stop him from calling Devon. Fuck! She thought.

  Chapter 29: The Truth Always Comes To The Light

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Tammy jumped up from her recliner and pulled her robe shut as she walked toward her front door. Her brow wrinkled up as she wondered who the hell was knocking on her door this time of morning like they were the police. She looked through the peephole and frowned at the sight of Marco standing on the other side. She wanted to turn around and walk away, but knew that Cherie would have a fit if she turned him away. She was sick to her stomach thinking about how Cherie was playing around on Kareem with this clown. He was worse than fucking Quasym, and she couldn’t understand her daughters.

  She pulled the door opened and rolled her eyes at Marco. He was dressed in what she liked to call a clown suit. His shirt was too damn big for him, and his jeans were a least a few sizes too large, as well. She didn’t know what was up with the Polo boots on his feet and shook her head at how sad his appearance was. The nigga even got two gold damn teeth. How pathetic?

  "Yes?" she questioned him.

  "Where is Cherie?" Marco asked with his lip curled up in disgust.

  "Nigga, I know your mama taught you better that."

  "Morning," he said dejectedly.

  "Yea, whatever. Cherie! Bring your ass to this damn door! This no good ass nigga you fucking with is here. Hmmph!"

  Tammy walked off and went back to her recliner not even inviting Marco in. She grabbed the remote controller and began flipping through the stations. She glanced over at Marco as he stood in her foyer and once again frowned at him. Broke ass. Tammy thought as she turned her attention back to the television.

  A few minutes later, Cherie came out of her bedroom and looked at her mama and then up at Marco with a smile. They had been inseparable ever since the day she showed up to tell him that she was pregnant with his child even though it was a big lie.

  She faked a miscarriage about a month ago and even had Zaria help her carry the lie out to make it look real. Marco was crushed when he found out that she lost the baby, but it had brought them closer together. He ended up finally showing Cherie what his life was really like, the part of him that he was hesitant about showing her in the beginning of their relationship. He couldn’t help it, but he’d fallen deeply in love with Cherie and wanted to give her the world. She had an effect on him that no woman had ever had, not even Danielle. She was just it for him.

  "What’s up, baby? I just finished packing my things. I thought you were gonna come by after I finished shopping with Zaria today," Cherie said as she went to hug Marco, but instantly frowned when he pushed her away.

  "The fuck is Kareem, Cherie?" Marco questioned.

  "I don’t know," she lied.

  "Man, don’t fuckin’ lie to me! Sym told me everything!"

  "Nigga, don’t come up in here-" Tammy interjected, but Cherie shot her a look that told her to stay out of it.

  "Mama, don’t!"

  "Yea mama don’t!" Marco told her, shooting her a daring stare.

  "Oh hell no!" Tammy stood up from her recliner.

  "Mama, stay out of it! And Marco don’t say shit to her!"

  "I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, Cherie, but I told your ass not to fuckin’ play me!" Marco grabbed Cherie’s arm and gripped it tightly. His veins were protruding from his neck, and forehead, and anger was set deep within his eyes.

  Quasym told him this morning that Zaria admitted that Cherie lied about the whole pregnancy and miscarriage and also that Cherie had been still seeing Kareem. Marco was devastated when he found out because he actually thought that he and Cherie were headed in the right direction. She was supposed to move in with him today in his two story home on the North side of Dallas, but now that wasn’t going to happen.

  "Marco, let my arm go, you’re hurting me," Cherie said through gritted teeth. She didn’t want her mama to jump in cause she knew then it would get uglier than it already was.

  "Tell me who the fuck this nigga is Cherie. You been fucking him all this time, and you lied about being pregnant with my muthafuckin’ seed?"

  "Let her go! Let her the fuck go!" Tammy rushed Marco. She pushed him so hard that it caused him to stumble. She began throwing blows at him when Marco grabbed both of her arms and forced her off of him. He tossed her back towards her recliner and grabbed Cherie by her hair pulling her outside of the house toward his souped up old school Chevy Camaro.

  "I’m calling the fuckin’ police!" Tammy screamed. She chased after the two of them trying to get to them, but Marco hurriedly shoved Cherie in the car before he jumped in himself. She turned around and ran back into the house to grab her phone, but it was too late. By time she’d made back outside, Marco was speeding away from the curb.

  "Where this dude stay at mane? Don’t lie to me either, Cherie? Your ass done been busted!" Marco yelled as he sped through the streets.

  "I’m sorry, Marco I got caught up!"

  "How the fuck you get caught up? You came to me hollering ‘bout you was pregnant with my child when I was ready to leave you the fuck alone! I didn’t ask your dumb ass to come and be with me! You came at me with this bullshit!"

 
; "I was only with him ‘cause that’s where my mama wanted me to be. My heart is with you though Marco; I mean that," she told him and that was the truth.

  "I’m tired of you using your mama as a damn excuse every time you fuck up! You a grown ass woman! Be a woman and think for your damn self! Man you had me-fuck!" Marco hit his hand against his window so hard that he caused the glass to shatter. He was pissed with Cherie.

  She had him in a place where he didn’t want to be, but he went there ‘cause he felt it was cool. She had his head all fucked up and all along she was playing games with him. He hated when people fucked him over cause it caused him to want to put his murder game down, and he really didn’t want to hurt Cherie; he loved her.

  "Marco, I’m so sorry. I really am. Please calm down. We can fix this. I will leave Kareem alone. I promise you that. I will leave him alone and never speak to him again."

  "Tell me where I can find this bitch ass nigga."

  "No, ‘cause I already know what you gonna do to him, and I don’t want it to come to that."

  "So you protecting him?"

  "Marco, no!" Cherie cried. "Please can we just go to your house and talk about this. Baby, I’m sorry. I love you Marco. You know that!"

  "Don’t try to play me! That shit ain’t gonna work on me now! Man you better tell me where the fuck this nigga stay at like right now!" Marco pulled his pistol from his back and sat it in his lap. He wasn’t playing with Cherie. He wasn’t going to feel better until he killed someone, and if Cherie didn’t want it to be her then she better had hurry up and give Marco the answers he wanted.

  Cherie spotted the gun sitting in Marco’s lap and began to cry like a baby. What had she gotten herself into? She didn’t think it was this serious. Marco told her time after time not to fuck him over, and she promised him that she wouldn’t. He constantly told her how angry he got when he felt like someone wasn’t being loyal to him and how he would go fed when he found out someone was playing him. Why did she not believe him and stop with the games?