Married to a Balla

by Jackie D.

  After getting a soda, Mercedes took a seat in one of the hard airport chairs and smiled. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on that money Sandino was offering for his wife. At that moment, all type of plans starting jumping around in her head. Once she got her sons out of jail, she also planned to go on a much needed shopping spree, then move into a nicer apartment.

  She’d hoped that Justice would’ve come to his senses by now, but after he put his hands on her he was lucky she hadn’t slit his throat. She now had another man on her mind, and it damn sure wasn’t Dre either. It was Sandino. Mercedes hoped that she could somehow get him into bed then work her magic on him to get even more of his money.

  “I could use another car,” she said.

  After taking a few sips from her Pepsi, she noticed several people coming down the escalator. Some of the travelers had luggage that could hold an elephant, while others had just small carry ons. However Sandino wasn’t carrying a single thing. She didn’t have any problems spotting him as he stood out amongst all the travelers with his football physique. Eyeing his black sweat suit and LeBron James Nikes, Mercedes stared at him like a fresh piece of meat.

  “Damn, he looks even better in person. I would definitely love to fuck his fine-ass. Who is that dude with him though? He didn’t mention anything about bringing anyone along,” she said to herself.

  When they reached the bottom of the escalator, Mercedes who was wearing a tight pair of jeans, a cream sweater and thigh high boots, sashayed right up to the two men.

  “Sandino, it’s me Mercedes.”

  He looked her up and down before speaking. He didn’t think she would be such a cutie with a nice body, but he brushed it off and kept things professional.

  “How was your flight? Did you check a bag? If so, we need to go pick up your bags over there,” Skye pointed.

  “We don’t have any bags, we not plannin’ on stayin’ that long,” Sandino responded.

  “Oh okay, I thought you were going stay with me, Poppi,” she said, batting her eyes. She still hadn’t paid Cruze any attention.

  Sandino laughed out loud. “Who the fuck told you that? Let’s go I don’t have all day, where my wife at?” he asked with a stern look on his face.

  “I’ll take you to her,” Mercedes said. She finally turned and looked at Cruze before she walked off.

  Damn, he looks good, too, she thought to herself.

  While walking through the airport, Cruze looked around to make sure they weren’t being followed. He got a bad vibe from her as soon as Mercedes walked up. Something about her wasn’t right.

  Both men followed behind her leaving the airport and headed to the parking garage. They watched as she tried to make her ass jiggle with every step. Her thick hips bulged from beneath her denim showcasing her best asset.

  When they reached her car, Sandino shook his head thinking, her name is Mercedes and the bitch is driving an old-ass Ford Explorer.

  When they all got inside, it wasn’t long before Mercedes headed toward the highway. After riding for a few minutes Mercedes made sure her chest was positioned just right so Sandino could see her large breasts. She caught him looking a few times and knew if it wasn’t for the other guy in the back she might’ve been able to convince him to stop by her place for a quickie before going to find Skye.

  At that moment, Mercedes looked in her rear view mirror. “Hey, you in the back, why do you keep looking at me like that?” she asked Cruze.

  “Looking at you like what?” he questioned.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. Like you don’t like me or something.”

  “Bitch, ain’t nobody looking at you, I don’t even know you,” Cruze replied with an attitude.

  “Watch who you calling a bitch. I thought since we’re all going to be working together we could at least get along.” Mercedes replied.

  Sandino was irritated because he could tell already that Mercedes talked too much.

  “Look, don’t worry about him. Just take us to my wife,” Sandino stated.

  “Do you have my money?” she snapped.

  Sandino shook his head. “Yeah, I got it.”

  “And I hope you brought enough. I’m not doing this shit for a small amount,” Mercedes continued.

  “Look, you gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves. Don’t be tryna tell me how to handle business!” Sandino shot back.

  “Okay, it’s no need to get nasty. I just wanted to make sure we were clear on the money, that’s all. Look under that seat,” she said, battering her eyes at him again.

  When Sandino reached under the seat, he pulled out her .9mm.

  “I thought you might need that,” Mercedes said. “If your friend needs one, we can head in another direction.”

  “Good lookin’ out. That was a smart move.” Sandino was about to put the gun back under the seat when he felt his phone vibrate. After looking at the number, he quickly decided to take the call. “What up?” Sandino listened for a few seconds before responding. “Okay, bet. That’s what’s up. I’ll hit you back,” he said, hanging up the phone. He clapped his hands like he’d just gotten some great news. “So, Mercedes, tell me a little bit more about how you know my wife. How are my kids doin’?”

  “Well, it’s like I explained to you on the phone, Skye and the kids came to the women’s shelter where I used to work. Of course I didn’t know who she was at the time. Jordan was doing well before they moved out, but Kareem got locked up for selling drugs.”

  Mercedes didn’t think it was a good idea to mention that Kareem got locked selling drugs for her two sons.

  “Kareem got locked up for sellin’ drugs? What the fuck was he doin’ sellin’ drugs? I knew that bitch couldn’t handle raisin’ my kids on her own.” Sandino was beyond furious. “So, you don’t work at the shelter anymore?”

  “No, I got fired all behind your wife’s ass. I told you, she stole my man and he fired me. I caught them in his office having sex one day. Your wife is probably fucking Dre, too,” Mercedes lied without a conscious.

  She continued to drill Sandino about Skye and Justice knowing it would piss Sandino off. She needed him to be nice and fired up when they got to Skye’s.

  “Mercedes, I need you to pull over for a second I gotta piss…bad.” Sandino said.

  “Can’t you wait? We don’t have long to go,” Mercedes advised.

  “Unless you want me to piss all over your car, I suggest you stop,” Sandino demanded.

  After taking the next exit, Mercedes pulled the car over onto the small shoulder. The road was dark and deserted; without a car in sight.

  “Be careful it’s a lot of ditches around here,” she warned.

  When Sandino got out the car to take a piss, Mercedes looked in the back at Cruze.

  “You alright back there sexy? You’re so quiet.”

  “I’m straight,” was all Cruze said back to her.

  Once Sandino returned to the car, instead of getting back in the passenger’s seat he walked over to the driver’s side and told Mercedes to let him drive. “You drivin’ too damn slow and I need to get where we were going.”

  “It’s cool, I can continue driving,” she responded. “You don’t even know where we’re going.”

  “Just get out!” Sandino barked.

  Not wanting to fight, Mercedes finally opened the door. So, he’s a gentleman, too, she thought when Sandino held the driver’s door open for her.

  “I’m telling you. It would’ve been easier for me to drive since I know where to…” It was all Mercedes could get out as she hopped into the passenger’s side and was met with her own gun staring her in the face.

  She looked over at Sandino with terrified eyes. “What…what are you doing?”

  With a wicked grin on his face, Sandino said, “What does it look like?”

  “But…if you kill me how are going to find your wife and kids?” Mercedes voiced trembled.

  “I got the information I need so your services are no longer needed.” />
  Did Dre call and tell him everything, she thought.

  Suddenly, the sound of two shots being fired echoed across the silent highway.

  “What the fuck!” Cruze yelled. “You trippin’ Sandino. Why the hell did you do that? How the fuck are we supposed to find Skye now?” He stared at Mercedes who was now slumped over.

  “Didn’t you just hear me tell that bitch her services were no longer needed?”

  “You out of control. Even if you didn’t need her anymore, did you have to kill her?”

  “Yes, I did. That bitch talked too much,” Sandino replied.

  He jumped out the car and ran over to the passenger side then pulled Mercedes’ lifeless body out. Looking around, Sandino pushed her over into a nearby embankment before hoping back into the driver’s seat.

  “Come on nigga. We ain’t got all night,” he said to Cruze.

  Once Cruze hopped up front, Sandino pulled off and raced down the street with screeching tires. He looked over at his friend and passed him the gun.

  “Now, it’s your turn to go handle that other bitch for me.”

  Chapter 28

  Dre stepped out the shower in his hotel room and grabbed a huge towel off the rack. Looking around at the elegant marble tile and smoky grey walls, Dre could’ve stayed in the mini sanctuary the rest of the night. After drying off his body, he walked over to the king size bed and took a seat. In his head, he was still trying to make sense out of the shit that had taken place earlier that day.

  Justice jumping on Mercedes and accusing her of getting Skye raped, along with him and his brother actually throwing blows was bad enough. But Mercedes flipping out and pulling a gun on him had put the icing on the cake. He still couldn’t believe she’d played him like that. As much as he loved her and seemed to tolerate her crazy ways, some things were just unforgivable. Dre knew it was best he found out now just how crazy she really was instead of later.

  As Dre wondered what his next move was, he laid back on the bed still in disbelief how Sandino’s wife was actually his brother’s girl.

  “That shit is too much of a coincidence,” he said out loud.

  Dre hoped that Justice wasn’t too attached to Skye since she really belonged to someone else. Regardless of how much my brother wants her as his girl, there’s no way Sandino is gonna let her go ‘dat easy. I might not have found her, but Sandino paid me to tell him where she was, so I gotta come through. Ain’t no bitch comin’ between me and my money.

  When Dre stood up to retrieve his cell phone from his pants, suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Startled, Dre looked out the peephole and to his surprise, the cutie from the front desk that he flirted with when he first checked in was standing at the door with a bottle of cheap champagne and two glasses.

  “What up?” Dre asked though the door.

  “Since it’s your birthday and I saw you get on the elevator alone, I thought you might wanna have a drink with me?” she looked directly into the peephole.

  “What the hell I got to lose? Shit, I got a lot of years to make up on gettin’ pussy,” he said, opening the door.

  When she walked in wearing a tight v-neck tunic, Dre was mesmerized by her huge breast.

  “Hey, Mr. Jones,” she said, calling him by the last name on the fake ID.

  “Hey. I would love to have a drink wit’ you, but it’s not my birthday. Ummm…” Dre realized that he didn’t know her name.

  “My name is Shana. Oh, my bad…your ID had today’s date as your birthday.”

  Dre had completely forgotten about the fake date. He started shaking his head. “You know what, I feel so stupid. I’ve been working so hard that I guess I forgot my own damn birthday.”

  Shana smiled. “It happens.”

  She walked over to the dresser and placed the glasses down then popped the champagne open. After pouring two drinks, she passed Dre one then they both took a seat on the bed.

  “So, what’s up,” Dre said, taking a sip.

  “Well, I’m sure you know that I didn’t come here to talk.”

  Dre displayed a slight grin. “Oh, really. So, what did you come for?”

  Putting down her glass, Shana grabbed the bottom of her shirt then pulled it over her head, exposing her bra-less chest. She placed her hands on her hips.

  “I came for this.”

  Dre stared at both of her nipple rings before downing the champagne. “And I’m glad you came.”

  It didn’t take long for them to dive right into a session of hot, passionate sex. Dre didn’t know if it was the head she’d given him right before they started fucking doggie style or what, but Shana made him forget all about his problems. She felt so good he’d already claimed her as his new piece of ass.

  An hour later, Shana got dressed and told Dre to plug her number into his phone. After searching for his phone and not being able to find it, he finally wrote her number on the hotel pad by the phone. After saying their goodbyes, Shana was about to walk out the door, but suddenly stopped.

  “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. It was some girl following you the other day. She walked in the lobby after you and watched you get on the elevator. She then asked if I knew what room you were in. When I told her I couldn’t give out that information she got mad and left. Let me find out you got a damn stalker.” Shana laughed as she walked out the room.

  Dre wondered who the hell could’ve been asking about him. It had to be Mercedes, he thought.

  He glanced at his clock on the nightstand realizing that he needed to make a run. He didn’t have time to take another shower so he washed up and grabbed a pair of white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and quickly got dressed. After looking at himself in the mirror, he grabbed his keys and proceeded to look for his phone once again.

  “Where in the hell did I put that shit,” he said, patting his coat pockets.

  When there was another loud knock on the door, Dre couldn’t help but smile. Figuring it was Shana back for another round, he didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. Instead, he swung the door open with a huge smirk. When Dre saw two police officers standing in front of him, the smirk turned into an instant frown.

  “Andre Mitchell?” one of the officers asked.

  “Ahhh…yes,” he responded. “What can I help you wit’?”

  “Mr. Mitchell, please place your hands behind your back. You’re under arrest!”

  They immediately whisked Dre around and handcuffed him.

  “For what?” Dre yelled.

  “For sexually assaulting Janelle Coleman.”

  “Are you serious? Dis must be some kind of mistake, I didn’t sexually assault anybody!”

  “Well, a witness came forward and told us that she saw you going into Ms. Coleman’s apartment that day. She picked your picture out of a lineup,” the other officer stated. “The witness even demanded that we tell you her name is Mercedes Guzman.”

  Dre’s eyes widened. He’d been locked a few times, so his record wasn’t the best, but he could’ve never been capable of rape. “No, you gotta believe me. I’m innocent, I’ve been set up!”

  “Well, I’m sure you can prove just how innocent you are in court Mr. Mitchell,” the taller officer responded.

  As the officers began to escort him toward the elevator, Dre dropped his head. He couldn’t believe that Mercedes had set him up. If only he could turn back the time, he would’ve let Justice beat her ass.

  Chapter 29

  Justice sat in the living room at Skye’s apartment pleading with her to forgive him and take him back. He told her he’d planned to tell her about his wife, but the time was never right. Skye had refused to open the door for him at first, but after standing outside banging on her door for almost ten minutes she knew he wouldn’t go away and didn’t want her neighbors to call the police, so, she let him in to hear him out and get the shit over with. She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with his lying ass or anybody else for that matter. Jordon and Payton were spending the night with Lydia to give he
r some time to herself and since Kareem couldn’t leave the house, he’d been staying out of her way locked up in his room with his headphones on listening to music.

  “Justice, I don’t think you seem to understand. I don’t want anything else to do with you. You’re married!” Skye yelled at him. “You think I wanna deal with this shit right now after getting raped!”

  “Baby, look, I don’t love her, I love you and I’m so sorry for what happened to you. I even went over and tried to beat Mercedes’ ass for what she did to you. Of course she tried to deny the fact that she had anything to do with it, but I didn’t believe her. I tried to choke her ass out until my brother came running out her bedroom,” Justice explained.

  “Your brother? What was he doing over there?”

  “I never got a chance to tell you that my brother and Mercedes used to date before he got locked up. I still can’t believe he started fucking with her again after I told him how crazy she was.”

  Skye sat up on the couch with a puzzled look on her face. “Hold up Justice, you mean to tell me you slept with your brothers ex?”

  “Yes, that’s basically what happened baby, but I don’t want to talk about Mercedes anymore. I just wanted to let you know I handled her ass for you. All I want to do is make things right between us. Will you please forgive me?”

  Skye laughed and shook her head.

  “You’re supposed to be helping battered woman and you actually tried to beat one up? Wow this is some Jerry Springer shit I’m dealing with right now. I’m afraid to find out what else you’re hiding. Please leave.”

  Skye layed back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned to VH1. She knew they were gonna have some sort of reality TV show to watch.

  “Are you sure you want me to go?” Justice asked.

  “Yep,” Skye replied. She never took her eyes off the TV.