Prison Throne

by T. Styles

  If only she could bounce on his dick. Shit, that would be a good start.

  Instead of giving her his inner needs, he shook his head, smiled and said, “How long this spot been open?” He glanced around again.

  “A little over a month,” she admitted. “But we have over fifty shops in and around the United States of America.”

  He nodded in approval. “Whoever the owner is, tell him I’m impressed.”

  “And what makes you think the owner is male?” a female asked as she made her way to the counter. At first she was about to kid the customer a bit more until she saw who he was. Right there, in the flesh, was the one man on the planet who stole and broke her heart in the same year.

  Her acknowledgment of him came at the exact same time he remembered her. “Queen?” He leaned in. “Is that you?”

  The last time he saw Queen was at Strawberry Meadows many moons ago. They had a little rendezvous in the laundry room but he left her high and dry as he hooked up with Snow instead.

  Queen resented him for standing her up and her friends talked about it so much she had to cut their hating asses out of her life.

  Queen never realized how much she cared about Rasim until he asked her to suck his dick in music class, and she did, only for him to run up in a tiny church looking for Flat Butt Snow Bradshaw.

  Queen swaggered around the counter and stole a closer look at Rasim. All she could say was Good Gawd. He was only a reflection of the boy he used to be because what stood before her was spectacular. The muscles. The tattoos and even the Kufi and the scar over his eye gave him an appeal between hardened ex-convict and a hood fashion model.

  The years hadn’t been too bad on Queen either. Her face was unblemished and her long light brown hair trickled down her shoulders, stopping right at the entrance of her cleavage. Her tiny waist sat on top of her curvaceous hips and even from the front he could see that ass.

  Rasim, who over the last decade was never physical with anyone but Snow, gripped her up and hugged her tightly in his arms. Her face nestled against his chest and she inhaled his cologne as if she owned the nigga. It wasn’t long before her pussy moistened and she was begging with her eyes for him to fuck her on site.

  Queen hadn’t felt that much fire since the barbeque pit flipped over last summer at her crib and a piece of coal flew out and burnt the tip of her nose.

  “I’m sorry,” Rasim uttered realizing he had done way too much as it pertained to physical touch. “It’s just good to see you that’s all.” He looked her over and could feel his dick stiffening. “So tell me what’s going on? You married?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “My husband owns a few banks in and around DC.”

  Rasim was disappointed and yet he didn’t know why.

  “What about you?” she asked.

  When he remembered his wife, before he even sniffed Queen’s pussy, he felt like he was cheating. The smile disappeared off of his face as he recalled the look in her eyes the last time he broke her heart at Hains Point. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I married Snow and shit.”

  Although Queen was grinning, she was whispering I hate that bitch inside. She had been in love with Rasim so long that she named her business after hearing his favorite saying in the laundry room the day he lost his virginity to Snow. But she never thought she would see him again.

  It was because of Snow’s dry, flat-butt, no-personality-having ass that she never got to experience Rasim beyond sucking his dick in class. Maybe it was time for a little revenge.

  “Well, I’m happy to hear that,” she lied before focusing on her employee. “Lisa, give Mr. Nami one of my business cards.” The cashier did as instructed. “If you ever need assistance, for anything,” Queen looked into his eyes, “call me.” The cashier slipped it in his hand.

  Rasim tucked the card in his back pocket and he would remember the intensity she used to make the comment when he was punishing Snow later that night.

  “Now let me get you some service,” Queen said slyly as she licked her upper lip. “For your truck, that is.”

  CHAPTER 14

  SNOW

  Snow and Mute Candy were chilling in a booth at The Cheesecake Factory in Towson, Maryland while Amber and Cassie went shopping for their graduation outfits within the connecting mall.

  Mute Candy had not only given Donald’s daughters all of the love she could spare, but she added her attention to detail to make sure his twins prospered in home and in life. Nobody had better lay a hand on them like the pervert did when he tried to rape her many seasons ago. It would be un-good and she knew that wasn’t a word.

  Mute Candy was so dedicated to their lives that both received full scholarships to Spelman College in Atlanta and that included room and board.

  Amber, the dainty one out of the two, was taking Biology with a minor in Japanese Studies while Cassie elected to major in Computer Software and Information Sciences.

  With the money the girls received from the September 11th Victims Compensation Fund, coupled with the dough Rasim, Chance and Brooklyn dropped on them as if it were going out of style, they wouldn’t have to want for a thing. And as heavy as their bank accounts were at the moment, that may be the case for the rest of their lives.

  The fellas weren’t just popping shit when they vowed to be in the twins’ lives on the day Donald took his last breath. They saw them at least three times a week and attended school meetings. That also included Basketball games when Cassie displayed her vicious dunking abilities and the talent shows where Amber showcased her singing chops. Whenever they glanced in any audience, in any part of the world, Rasim, Brooklyn and Chance were always in front row seats.

  At one point, Mute Candy had to go on the fellas, especially Rasim, for buying gifts for the girls without warrant. She wanted them to work for their spoils instead of expecting everything to be handed to them. But every now and again, because the girls were so smart, and so respectful, she’d allow them access to the expensive gifts, which was why both of them sported Louis Vuitton purses on their arms today.

  They even blessed her with money and when she wouldn’t take it they would deposit it in her bank account.

  “If I keep the baby he will leave me,” Snow said as she sat across from Mute Candy and spoke in sign language about her latest pinch. She was pregnant yet again. “He specifically said he doesn’t want a child in the world, only so some nigga with a vendetta could use him or her against him. And I feel him.”

  “He should have pulled out then,” she signed.

  “Mute Candy!”

  “I’m serious.” Mute Candy rolled her eyes and moaned a little like she did whenever she got upset. “Your baby is a gift, Snow. It’s not a pair of shoes you can take back to the mall when they don’t fit,” she signed hard. “You’re worried about what Ras feels when your logic is off. If anything, you should be concerned about God and the way you keep breaking His heart by eliminating His precious gifts from your body.” She paused. “You can’t get another abortion, my friend. Not this time.”

  Snow never told Rasim about the first abortion to protect his heart and she never would.

  Still, Snow thought about what Mute Candy signed and she knew it would be unethical but her relationship was going so well with her husband that this kind of thing could set them back five years. Especially when he expressed how he felt about the matter in the past.

  Snow loved the Lord. That was true. But what they didn’t know was that she worshiped Rasim with the same vigor. With the same passion and that was dangerous.

  She was about to leave and think about the matter at home when Rasim bopped into the restaurant with a bitch. Confused on why he was there, Snow frowned and looked down at her gold Rolex watch. It was two o’clock in the afternoon and he told her earlier that day that he was going out of town.

  Slowly she stood up from her seat to address the affair properly. Mute Candy was signing and trying to figure out what was up with the baby until Snow was on her feet.

 
Did dude have the audacity to cheat again? Snow thought.

  Out of nervousness, she kept swallowing until she was upon his back. With her heart swirling in her stomach, she tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, “Rasim.”

  When he turned around, in her error, she was forced to take two steps backwards. The boy/man before her was not Rasim. Although similar in structure, he was much smaller now that she was upon him. In addition, he was younger.

  “Can I help you?” he asked in a kind voice.

  Snow perused his features carefully. They were not original. Rasim Nami was the real owner. Because the young man before her looked just like Rasim when she first met him in Strawberry Meadows. She was experiencing Deja Vu. How was that possible?

  “No…uh…I thought you were someone else.”

  He smiled and said, “Since I’ve been home from college, I’ve been hearing that a lot.”

  Snow tried to grin back but her cheeks felt heavy. Was this boy Rasim’s son? And if so did he know?

  ****

  Rasim and Snow sat quietly at the table across from one another in their home. He desired seafood gumbo and since his wish was her command, she made him a big delicious pot.

  Snow decided to keep the boy/man secret because she had other things to talk to him about.

  Although he was tearing through his food as if he hadn’t eaten a bite all day, she was chasing a shrimp in her bowl. Her appetite vanished just like the years they spent together in their marriage.

  Not feeling Snow’s altered state, Rasim devoured the last piece of garlic bread, wiped his mouth with the napkin and said, “What’s on your mind, Snow?”

  “I’m pregnant,” she blurted out.

  Damn!

  When she rehearsed in the mirror she had a different script. Unfortunately she forgot her lines and, as a result, fumbled.

  “You pregnant?” he frowned sitting up straight in his chair. “Fuck you mean you pregnant? I thought we discussed that we weren’t having any kids. Ever!”

  “We did, Rasim, but—”

  “But what?” he yelled as if she were an out casted nigga on the block. “You decided that you weren’t going to listen to me? That you weren’t going to follow my command? Fuck wrong with you Snow?”

  The way he was carrying on, you’d think she fucked herself.

  “That’s not fair, Rasim,” she said as tears built themselves up in the wells of her eyes. “It takes two to get pregnant so this is not all my fault.”

  Rasim slammed his fist on the table, causing both bowls to topple to the floor. He stood up and his increased height intimidated her. “If you want to stay married to me, you will get an abortion tomorrow. If not, then I’ll go down and file for divorce.” He pointed at the door. “I will never bring a child in this world, only to suffer a loss like I did when my parents died. Make a decision, Snow, because on that, I will not waiver!” He stormed away and slammed their bedroom door.

  CHAPTER 15

  RASIM

  Rasim slouched in the parking lot of Martin’s Supply Plant in his truck feeling as if the fate of the world was on his shoulders. He had a lot of shit on his mind and he knew he didn’t need to add more but yet he needed to know. Was the man resembling him roaming around Washington, DC his son?

  As he readjusted himself in his seat, he thought about Snow and how he talked to her a few days ago. He hated to force her to get an abortion the other day, but he was a drug lord with enemies and he couldn’t stand the idea of someone kidnapping his child to get at him. He didn’t even go with her for the procedure.

  To make shit worse, he was scouring the city for another child. He wasn’t even certain what his plan was if the boy/man he was stalking was his seed.

  Unfortunately for Rasim, he didn’t have the benefit of a Deadbeat Dad gene in his body. His father was honorable. His father took care of his child and although the boy/man was an adult, wouldn’t he be required to do the same?

  Something else was bothering Rasim that he was feeling mad guilty about. Since he last saw Queen, he had been wondering about her ever since. Well, pondering her pussy really.

  The boredom of his existing relationship was weighing on him and he needed some excitement. Just one hint of adventure! But would it cost him everything? He couldn’t see the price tag so for now he could only answer yes.

  When the lights went off in the supply store and someone came out, Rasim scooted down in his seat. As he peered through the windshield, he saw someone as tall as him strut out. But when the boy/man turned his head, slightly to the right, he saw his own face.

  He didn’t need a DNA test. He was blood.

  Rasim threw the car door open and dipped out just as Selena was pulling up to pick him up. But when she saw Rasim approaching her son, she thought she was losing her mind. She parked any kind of way, hopped out and stepped in front of Rasim with pleading eyes. “Rasim, please don’t.”

  “Is he who I think he is?” Rasim asked, huffing and puffing.

  “Mom, what’s going on?” her son asked standing behind her while the man who was his father stared him down for points.

  She turned around and said, “Stanley, go get in the car.”

  “But, mom—”

  “Stanley, go get in the fucking car!” she yelled.

  Defeated, he stole one more look at Rasim and then obeyed his mother’s request.

  Although Selena stood before him wearing a pink dress with her titties spilling out, an outfit that would’ve set him back to fucking her in the past, Rasim’s attention remained over her head, and on his seed, as he hustled to the car.

  When Stanley was inside, Rasim, still eyeing him inside the car, asked, “Is he mine, Selena?”

  “Yes,” she said lowering her head. “But can we go somewhere and talk? And I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Rasim didn’t budge, as he felt responsible for the years he missed even though it wasn’t his fault. “Please, Rasim.”

  Somehow, in some way, Selena convinced Rasim to go back to his truck and talk to her. She wanted to go to a restaurant but he would never be seen with her alone, only for Snow to find out and leave him again. Especially since she wasn’t married anymore.

  Drooped behind the steering wheel, Rasim continued to eye the car that held his son. His good eye twitched because he was so enraged. What kind of hateful, stupid, dumb bitch could keep a man from his own child?

  A father was required to school his son in the ways of the world. A father needed to be there for his boy and mold his thinking patterns when he was young, to give him the basics on code and honor. Any later and it might be too late. Was she that reckless and selfish that she couldn’t understand mere Father-Son Philosophy?

  “Why did you lie? Huh?” He glared at her. “Why did you have me thinking I didn’t have a son when I did? I specifically asked you, Selena, and you said no! Why?” His voice was high pitched. “Was I that terrible that you thought I wouldn’t want to be in his life?”

  Of course had he known, he would’ve suggested an abortion but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

  She sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin my relationship,” she whispered. “I was married at the time and Rodney would’ve flipped if he thought Stanley wasn’t his.”

  “But he don’t look shit like that nigga,” Rasim yelled.

  He saw her husband at a strip club a few years back and he could only wish he could be responsible for a boy/man as handsome as Stanley. He looked like two types of Notorious BIG.

  The shit was dumb!

  “The boy has my face, Selena! What the fuck!” He slammed his fist into his steering wheel causing it to honk.

  “I know, Rasim, I know. And I’m so sorry. I got pregnant when you were at Strawberry Meadows and I met him the next day after you and I had sex. We had been together ever since and things moved so quickly—”

  “And you fucking lied to me to be a fucking wife,” he said cutting her off.

  Rasim’s nostrils flared and his breathing pattern g
rew noisy. He hated the feelings he was experiencing. No, he didn’t want children. And yes, openly having a child with Selena could have destroyed his chances of remaining Snow’s husband. But Stanley was his son and the man in him would not allow anybody to come in the way of that, not even Snow.

  He laughed out of disgust for the stupid bitch and shook his head. “How is he? I mean…what kind of man is he?”

  Selena sighed. “He rolls with the wrong people sometimes but…I mean…other than that, he’s trying.”

  Rasim nodded his head. He always imagined if he had a child it would look like him but he didn’t know the resemblance would be uncanny.

  “Rasim, I truly apologize,” she said eyeing him. The moonlight coming through the window gave her a good view and she couldn’t believe how sexy he had gotten over the years. If he looked like one ounce of this in the past, Snow would have been in trouble.

  And then she had an idea. In the pits of her mind, she knew Snow wasn’t fucking him like she could so it was time for her to remind him.

  “I can’t believe how handsome you got. Now you built like Superman.”

  Rasim shook his head. “In Snow’s mind, I was always Superman. That’s why she’s my wife.”

  She placed her hand on his bulging bicep. Fuck Snow. She was going for hers. “You got me remembering the old times.” She licked her lips and rubbed his arm. “What do you say we—”

  He gripped her fingers and squeezed them so hard she winced. “Bitch, don’t ever in your fucked up life touch me again. Do you hear me? I’m a married man and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t fuck with you.” He hit the power unlock button. “Now get the fuck out of my truck before I cock and tug on your slutty ass,” he said tapping the handle of the gun nestled in his waist. “I’ll be in contact later about my son.”

  Embarrassed, Selena rolled her eyes, opened the door, got out and slammed it shut. Before walking away, she threw both fuck you fingers in the air for good measure and stomped to her ride.