Rozalyn 6: The Finale

by Shan

  “Did you hear me?”

  “Who took Trina? What?”

  “Kari, did you know she was out of jail?”

  My head popped up and I stared at Rozalyn like she had grown two heads. Kari couldn’t have been out of jail because the bitch told me last time I called that they would let me know when she was released. I shook the mouse on my computer and was about to go to the Texas Department of Criminal Justice website when Rozalyn stopped me.

  “Wait a minute nigga.”

  “What?” I chuckled.

  “It’s not funny, Tamar. You still watching me?”

  “Man nah, I just haven’t had a chance to fix that yet. But that’s not important.”

  “It is important! When were you gonna tell me that you still had cameras in my damn house. The last time I chewed your ass out and told you I found them all, you could’ve at least told me that I missed a few.”

  “Okay, well, you missed a few.”

  “Tamar, this is not funny. You need help.”

  I laughed. I pulled a blunt from my desk and fired it up. “This is all the help I need. Don’t act like you don’t know your husband is a lunatic when it comes to you.”

  I got up and locked my office door and then went back and sat in my seat. Reaching out for Rozalyn’s hand, I pulled her around the desk and forced her to sit in my lap.

  “Does these cameras record?”

  “Yea, they be recording. Why?”

  “So, did you check to see who did that shit to my house?”

  Damn; I thought. “Man, I hadn’t even thought about that. That crazy ass girl had tore my office up that after I cleaned this shit up, I hadn’t even thought about it.”

  Rozalyn shook her head and leaned into my chest. She took the blunt out of my hand and watched as I fished around on the computer to pull up the footage of the few little cameras that were left in her house. It took a few minutes, but I finally was able to find what I was looking for.

  “That’s her crazy ass. That’s Kari. She had that same ass hoodie on the night she fuckin’ shot Jaheim and then tried to kill me. I can’t believe this bitch is out of prison and you didn’t think to tell me! Damnit! What if I hadn’t of gotten to Trina when I did, Tamar?”

  “Man, I didn’t know that psycho ass bitch was out of jail. I thought I saw her dumb ass sitting in front of your house the night I chased you all the way home from the club, but when I checked the system it said she was still there, and I even called to double check and they told me the same damn thing.”

  “Outside my house? And when were you gonna tell me that?”

  “Wasn’t no need to tell you shit if I didn’t see the bitch like I thought. That’s why I put more cars on your street and told Melo to start sitting on the house.”

  I finally pulled up the Texas Department of Criminal Justice website and typed in Kari’s information on the screen. Once I hit the search button, I clicked on her name and it took me to the offender information detailed page. I couldn’t believe this shit. Now the site was saying that the bitch had been released eight damn months ago.

  I sat back in the chair and rubbed my goatee. I could feel Rozalyn shaking in my lap and I placed my hand on her thigh to try and soothe her. I knew that she was scared, but now that I knew what to look out for, I was gonna put everyone on alert and she didn’t have to worry about Kari even getting close to her or Trina again.

  “I got you, you know that right,” I said whispering in Rozalyn’s ear. I slid my hand up her shirt, under her bra, and then grabbed her nipple.

  Rozalyn took a hit off the blunt and then passed it to me. She leaned forward and placed her head in her hands. I hated to see my baby stressing like this.

  “How Jaheim doing?” I asked hoping she would tell me he was dead. I hadn’t heard from Jahkim and was starting to wonder if my little stunt worked. Usually, Jahkim would send a daily verse from the Quran, but I hadn’t gotten one and I knew then something was off.

  “Like you care,” she said. I took a toke off the blunt and then slid one of my hands down her pants. “But if you must know, I called the hospital to check on him and they told me that he was no longer a patient there and that they couldn’t give me any information on him. Tried calling his cell and it was out of service.”

  Damn, so the bitch survived; I sighed and shook my head. “Should’ve just put a bullet in his head.”

  Rozalyn tried to get up and I made her sit back down. I couldn’t help but laugh at her getting mad about this fuck nigga. That nigga could and would never be me. Fuck she thought.

  “Ughh, I promised Tamarion I would take him up to the hospital to see Kevin. He called when we were on the road back here and he’s doing better.”

  “Good, but y’all not going anywhere until I get a handle on Kari and figure out where she’s at.”

  “Tuh, I’m going to get a room or either going to mama’s house. You better tell Melo and Big Ace to come with us. I’m not staying here.”

  “You heard what the fuck I said. You staying here.” I took another hit off the blunt and then pulled my desk drawer open. Removing a box, I shut it back and then raised Rozalyn up off of me. “You forget about what today was?”

  “Huh—oh no, I didn’t forget.”

  “You wasn’t gonna tell me Happy Anniversary.”

  “Didn’t think that it mattered.”

  “Fuck you mean, that shit is a celebratory occasion every year. Got this for you thought I was gonna have to wait til you got back from Atlanta to give it to you.”

  Rozalyn turned around to face me and looked down at the box in my hand. I opened it up and flashed her the 18-carat octagon cut diamond ring and watched her eyes light up.

  “What is this, Tamar?”

  “All bullshit aside, I want another chance. I wanna erase all the bullshit. I wanna move on from the past, all the cheating, all the games we played, all the foul we ever said, or did to one another. I know you been waiting for eight, long years for me to stand up and be the man I’m supposed to be, and I ain’t never been more ready in my life. When I first purposed to you, you remember that?”

  Rozalyn laughed. “Yes, during sex. Of course, I remember that.”

  “Yea, well you deserved for it to have been something like this.” I dropped down to one knee as if I was about to do some dry ass traditional proposal. Rozalyn’s eyes glittered with excitement, but she had to know that me and traditional didn’t even fit in the same sentence. I gripped at the skinny jeans she was wearing and went to pull them down when she stopped me.

  “Tae…what…”

  “Stop, move,” I told her as I pulled her jeans down, picked her up, and sat her on top of the desk.

  “Tamar, Tae…but wait…ahh shit,” Rozalyn moaned as I pushed her legs back and began to terrorize that pussy with my tongue. I flickered my tongue over her clit and then slid my index finger inside of her slit. Her muscles immediately squeezed my finger and damn near pushed it out of her. I grabbed both of her legs and pushed them all the way back before bracing my mouth over her clit and sucked it into my mouth.

  I looked up at her and saw the love faces she was making. I pulled back, flicked my tongue again, and then pulled back and just stared at her pussy as it stared back at me.

  “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?” Rozalyn huffed. She reached for me and I pushed her hand away.

  I grabbed the blunt that had fallen onto the floor and lit it back up. I sat back in the chair and watched as Rozalyn stared at me trying to figure out what was going through my mind.

  “You are so wrong for that,” Rozalyn said and moved to get off of the desk, but I slid the chair up to her and shook my head no.

  “Do you love me?” I asked her.

  “What kinda question is that? You know I love you.”

  I took a huge, long toke off the blunt and dipped my head between Rozalyn’s legs again. I covered her opening with my mouth and then blew the smoke inside of her. She squirmed before she grabbed ahold of my h
ead and pulled me in while locking her legs around my head.

  “Make me cum baby,” Rozalyn cooed as she threw her pussy against my face. I locked my lips around her clit and continuously sucked on it until I felt her cum spilling down my chin. She pushed me back, grabbed the blunt from my hand, and brought it to her mouth.

  “I’m not done,” I told her as I pushed the chair out the way, got down on my knees, and locked my arms around her legs. I licked around her pussy before I started sucking and fucking her with my finger again. She was squirming and trying not to scream. She used her hand to cover her mouth and within a couple of minutes, Rozalyn was squirting all over the place. “Still not done.”

  “No, Tamar, I can’t cum no more.”

  “Yea you can. Watch.” I grabbed the ring from the box, sat back in the chair, and slid myself in between Rozalyn’s legs. I grabbed her legs, wrapped them around my neck, and gently toyed with her clit with my tongue. It was nice, fat, and swollen; just the way I liked it. I bit down on my lip as I watched her pussy thumping in my face, and slid my tongue inside of her slit. I pulled back when I seen cum oozing out of her opening and then used my tongue to lick it up. “You ready?”

  “Mmuh,” she moaned. Her eyes were closed and she dropped her head back using the sides of the desk to keep her balance.

  “You gonna be my wife again?” I asked as I braced down over her clit, sucked it into my mouth, doing my best to drain that muthafucka dry.

  “Ahhhhh shit! Fuck Tamar! Eat this pussy baby!” Rozalyn yelled out no longer giving a fuck if anyone could hear her.

  “That’s not what I asked you. I pushed her legs as far back as they would go and then stood to my feet. I dropped my pants down to my ankles and without warning, I plunged my dick into her causing her to holler out.

  “Oh fuck! Yes, baby fuck me!” she screamed.

  I watched as I slid my dick in and out of her, using my finger to massage her button. She clenched her muscles around my dick and tried to throw the pussy back at me, but I pulled out of her and quickly wrapped my lips around her clit again.

  “Oh, my God! Baby, what are you doing to me? Shit, I was about to cum.”

  I sucked on the clit for a few seconds more before I stood up and slid my dick back into her. She reached for me and I pushed her hands away as I pounded away in that pussy.

  “You gonna be my wife again?” I asked her as I pulled out once more and wrapped my mouth around her pussy sucking her clit until her legs became weak and fell off to the side.

  “Yes baby, yes I will marry you again. Please just stop fucking with me like that and give me that dick baby.”

  I slid the ring on her finger and brought her hand up to my mouth. I kissed on each one of fingers as I pushed my dick back inside of her.

  “You bet not ever take my ring off again,” I told her then picked her up from the desk, sat back in the chair, and guided her down on my dick.

  “No more bullshit, Rozalyn. We do this; we do it right this time. A’ight?”

  “Okay,” Rozalyn said, but she was so into the dick I had to make sure she was hearing me clearly. I wasn’t playing no games with her and I didn’t need her playing none with me. It was time we stopped with the bullshit and acted like a real husband and wife.

  When Rozalyn and I got married in Jamaica, I actually was only able to obtain a certificate of marriage stating that a marriage ceremony had taken place by a licensed official.

  I knew nothing about marriage back then and didn’t realize I was supposed to get a marriage license at least 48 hours before we got married and have it signed. I didn’t realize my fuck up until the time I took custody of my boys after I found out Rozalyn had slept with Brandon in the bathroom of Keylan’s funeral.

  At that time, I had filed for a divorce and was informed by my lawyer that the shit wasn’t even in their records of Rozalyn and I ever being married. She used to think that I never went through with the divorce back then because I didn’t wanna let her go and I let her and everybody else go on thinking that, but truthfully, it wasn’t shit for me to let go of and that fucked me up.

  When we ended up back together, I just lied and told Rozalyn that our marriage wasn’t recognized in the states. I was just in such a rush to make her mine that I didn’t do everything that I was supposed to do.

  So technically, although we had been walking around as husband and wife all these years, we weren’t legally married. It was only recognized as a common law type deal, which was how she was able to change her name and all that other shit that came with being married.

  Part of the reason, I had never signed those divorce papers was because I knew that she would find out the truth on her own.

  I was doing shit the right way, but I wasn’t even going to tell Rozalyn the truth until after I made sure she married me again.

  I used my marriage all these years to hang onto Rozalyn and throw that shit in her face whenever I needed to and if she found out now that our shit wasn’t legally recognized anywhere, she probably wouldn’t care that I just spent five mil on this fucking ring and would leave my ass for real.

  “Tamar…Tamar!” Rozalyn said snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Yea,” I said.

  “What’s wrong? You okay?”

  “Yea, I’m good. Tell me what’s gonna be different this time after we get married again,” I asked gripping my hands over Rozalyn’s ass and guiding her up and down my dick.

  “No cheating, no lies, no fighting…hmmmm,” she moaned.

  “What else? Tell me what else,” I said, but before she could tell me anything else, I was nutting all up in that pussy. Rozalyn collapsed on my chest and we just sat there in silence.

  ***

  Rozalyn was lying in the guest room downstairs asleep and I headed upstairs to my bedroom. When I walked in, Keysha and the maid Tricia were pulling clothes out of the closet and tossing them into bags. I didn’t say anything and headed straight for the shower.

  The fact that Keysha was packing was a good thing. I didn’t even have to push her out which eased my muthafuckin’ conscience. I knew it was rude as hell to fuck Rozalyn downstairs while Keysha was just above our heads, but I was tired of playing the waiting game. I wanted Rozalyn and I to be in the same home again within the next couple of weeks, but from the looks of it, I might not had to wait that long.

  After I jumped into the shower, I heard the door open and close. I looked up and Keysha had pulled the glass to the shower door open.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “I guess this is it,” Keysha sniffled.

  “You knew it was coming though right?”

  “I guess I did.”

  “You don’t have to leave just yet though ma’. Give your body time to heal before you make a move.”

  “Nah, I already called Nino and told him that I needed him to meet me at the airstrip in Detroit tomorrow morning. I hope you don’t mind, but I had Big Ace to call and set it up so that I can take the private jet since I have so much stuff.”

  “That’s cool.”

  “Can you tell me something?”

  “What’s that?”

  “Was it ever really real?”

  I stopped washing my body and looked over at Keysha. I had to think about that for a minute. I sighed and then placed my head under the water to rinse the shampoo out of my head. I allowed the water to rinse the rest of my body and then stepped forward.

  “Hand me that towel,” I told Keysha and she grabbed my towel from the rack and handed it to me. I dried my body off, stepped out of the shower, and then tied the towel around my waist.

  “Yea, at one point, I thought that you were the one for me. And then just when I thought that, I was reminded of everything that I thought I wanted, I already had in my wife.”

  “So you never loved me.”

  “I never told you that I did.”

  Keysha sighed.

  “Did you love our son?”

  “Hell yea, I loved Taysan. That sh
ould never be a question.”

  “She’s lucky. Rozalyn…she’s lucky to have you. I wished that things could’ve been different.”

  Keysha walked out of the bathroom and I handled my hygiene, grabbed a pair of sweats and t-shirt from the closet that was located in the bathroom, and then walked into the bedroom.

  “Keysha went down to get her some soup. Can you help me get her bags downstairs, Mr. Andrews?”

  “Yea, let me put my shoes on,” I told Tricia. I sat on the bed and grabbed my shoes from the floor to put them on. Suddenly, I felt the bed moving and looked down and notice that Keysha had left her phone on the bed. My brow rose when I saw the name that was on the Caller ID. I had to be tripping.

  What the fuck is Kari doing calling her; I wondered as I snatched up the phone and slid it into my pocket.

  29: Dro

  Tamar had called a few of us over for a quick meeting today at his house. I’d heard around the block that he wanted everybody to be on high alert due to some bullshit that was going down with one of the crazy ass women in his life.

  “Ayo’,” I called out as I stepped inside of the house.

  “They’re in his office. Straight back and to the left,” the maid said and I followed her directions until I made it to Tamar’s office. I tapped on the door a couple of times and then walked in. It was already full of niggas, but there was one nigga that I couldn’t get my eyes off of. Starr’s fuck ass husband Neek was leaning against the bookshelf and since the nigga wanted to talk all that hot shit over the phone, I wanted to see what he had to say now.

  “Ayo’ my dude, I need to talk to our wife, what’s her number?” I asked him and his face immediately scrunched up into a mug.

  “Get the fuck out my face,” Neek said.

  “Nigga, what was you saying on the phone the other night? Talking about you wasn’t gonna miss the next time and how you were going straight for my dome. I’m waiting fuck nigga.”