“Imani! What the fuck did you do?” he asked, walking over to where Mark was laid on dead with multiple bullet holes to his body.
“Rashard look in his hand! He was about to kill you!” I said, running over to him.
Rashard looked down at Mark and saw the gun still in his hands and shook his head. I walked over to the radio and turned it off.
“I can’t believe this shit! Everything I done did for this nigga and he gon’ fuckin’ try to kill me! What the fuck did I do to make a mothafucka’ want to turn on me?” Shard screamed and I could look and see by how watery his eyes were that he was pissed off.
I went into the room that I saw Mark come from out of and boy was I in for the surprise of my life once I saw what was in his room.
“Shard come look at this shit!” I yelled out.
Rashard came into the room and he looked just how I did once I saw his room. On his wall were all types of pictures of myself. He even had nude pictures of me in his room. Nude pictures that I would send to Rashard. This man was really obsessed with me and he was fuckin’ crazy.
“That nigga must have taken that shit from out of my phone because you know I wouldn’t send that shit to no fuckin’ body” Rashard said, referring to the nude pictures of me on his wall.
“Shard I just want you to know that all I want is what’s best for you. I kept telling you about Mark but every time I would say something, you would just downplay the situation. I could tell the way that the nigga used to stare at me that he was up to no good,” I confessed.
Shard pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around my waist. “I never thought that I would see the day that my girl would have to catch her first body over a nigga. You just proved to me that not only do you love me, but if pushed, you gon’ stay down for me. If it wasn’t for you Imani, I would be laid out dead right now because Lord knows I didn’t see it coming that my cousin would pull a ho move and shoot me in the back of my head. With that being said,” I watched as Rashard got down on one knee and I looked at him with wide eyes.
“Imani, I don’t have the ring on me right now because I didn’t expect for my girl to come in here busting my damn gun at niggas. But I promise to God, tomorrow morning that I will take you to get the biggest fuckin’ rock in the damn store. I’m not just doing this because of what you just did, I’m doing this because I would be a fool not to. So Imani Taylor Jones, will you please marry me?” he asked and I was crying tears of joy when he finished.
“Of course I’ll marry you Rashard!” I yelled, jumping up and down.
After we finished kissing, I pulled apart and looked up at him. “Please make good on your word because I want the biggest, most expensive ring in the damn place,” I told him and he laughed.
“You already know I got you li’l one. Go ahead and head home while I call somebody to clean this shit up,” he said and I nodded my head and kissed him on his lips on more time. We both walked out of the room, and we heard a familiar voice.
“Mark, why you got your damn door unlocked for somebody to just walk in here and try to kill your ass? Oh my God! Mark! What the fuck?!” Quanie screamed, walking over to Mark and realizing that that nigga was dead.
“Bitch where the fuck have you been?” Shard asked, pulling his gun out on Quanie.
“Why the fuck would you kill him? He had nothing to do with me jumping this bitch!” she said, pointing her finger at me.
That was enough for me to hear because I jumped across that couch so fast and started tagging that ass. I owed this bitch a thorough ass whooping. Unlike her, I didn’t need an extra bitch to help me win a fight. I was delivering blows all over her damn body. She was keeping up with me too but eventually, she picked me up and slammed me down hard on my back. I was able to flip myself over and once I had her on his back, I went to stomping her ass out in my fuckin’ four hundred dollar custom made boots.
“Imani, that’s enough,” Rashard said, pulling me back.
I stood behind Rashard and watched as he pulled his gun out and lit her whole body up. Unlike the gun that I had, his didn’t make a sound.
“Imani, go home. I’ll be there in a minute,” Rashard told me and I left this time.
Who would’ve thought that my ass would end up this way? I was being that ride or die bitch that I read about in those urban fiction books that I loved to read so much. Now I saw the real reason why these women went so hard over their men. When you find yourself a good man and you love him more than anything, it’s going to be your job to be his eyes in the back of his head and that’s exactly what I was tonight. I felt good knowing that I was the one that saved Shard tonight. It was crazy because Mark was somebody that Rashard really loved and for him to try to take my man out was fuckin’ crazy. I swear that thing called jealousy really was a mothafucka’.
Chapter 16: Nae
Since coming back from Orlando celebrating my birthday with the girls, things between Sincere and I had been pretty good for the most part. I think that time apart that we had from each other while I was away really did the both of us some justice. Even though I was having the time of my life in Orlando with my girls, I stilled missed my husband. The day I came back, Sincere and Niy greeted me at the door and the way they both hugged and attacked me, one would have thought that I was gone for a few months instead of a few days. Sincere’s and my wedding anniversary was coming up and I already knew that his sneaky ass had something planned. For one, he had been making little phone calls and whenever his phone rang around ne, he always stepped outside so that I wouldn’t hear what was going on. Most women would think that their man was creeping to go talk to another bitch but I knew my husband and I knew he wasn’t crazy enough to dare to cheat on me again.
Right now, I was in the living room with my daughter braiding her hair because she was going over to my mother’s house for the weekend. Sincere made sure that I talked to my mom to see if it was okay that Niy stayed with her until Monday. That was when I knew that my baby had something nice planned for me. Sincere’s and my anniversary wasn’t until Sunday so tomorrow, I needed to go get my hair, nails, feet, and eyebrows done so that I could look good for my baby.
“Mommy?” my daughter asked me, snapping me out of my zone.
“Yes Janiya?” I asked her, standing in front of her so that I could get an even part in the middle of her hair.
“Can Bria come with me tomorrow to grandma’s house?” she asked, looking up from her iPad.
“Yes, but I have to ask uncle Dontae and Auntie Breesha first,” I told her and she nodded her head.
I had another three braids left and then I heard the front door open. A few seconds later, my husband walked in and he looked good enough to eat. H e was sporting an all gray Nike sweat suit and the pants were slightly hanging off his ass, showcasing his white and red Polo boxers. On his feet were a pair of all-white Timberlands and he looked as if he just stepped out of the barber.
“Hey Daddy,” Janiya told Sincere, not looking up from her iPad.
“What’s up princess?” he asked going over to her and kissing her on her cheek and she smiled.
After he was finished, he stood behind me and wrapped his strong arms around my waist. I felt so safe in his arms. At this point, nothing else mattered besides me and my family. I finished the last braid in Janiya’s hair and turned around to face Sin and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Where you been?” I asked him, cocking my head to the side.
“I swung by the studio right quick and I went to go get a haircut and shit,” he said, pulling me closer to him. “Where my kiss at?”
I puckered up my lips and planted a big, juicy kiss on his lips. I really loved my husband and I was planning on doing whatever it was that I had to do to make our marriage work. For the life of me, I didn’t want to be one of those nagging and aggravating ass wives towards Sincere; I just wanted more of his time. I honestly didn’t see the wrong or the harm when it came to that. I wasn’t saying that I wanted to be in his f
ace 24/7 but shit, at least half of that.
“What you about to do when you finish her hair?” Sincere asked me and I took a look at his dick print in his pants and I knew without a doubt what he was asking me for.
Smiling, I let my arms go from around his neck and shook my head. “Not right now Sin. I got you tonight.”
From the look on his face, I knew he wanted to say some slick shit but he just sucked his teeth and headed upstairs. Trust me, he was going to be okay!
Sincere
Nae’s and my anniversary was coming up Sunday and I had so much shit planned for us. It was hard trying to plan shit on the phone around the house because Nae’s ass didn’t miss shit. I already knew that she knew I was planning something for us, she just didn’t know what it was yet. I’m a man and I’ll admit that this last few months I hadn’t been the best husband towards my wife. Between letting the sun beat me home, to having Nae catch me all in another bitch’s face, to letting my anger get the best of me and accidentally laying hands on my wife. When Nae left for Orlando with her girls a few weeks back, I swear to God that that was a wakeup call for a nigga. Reality had really hit my ass those three days that she was gone and I knew without a doubt in my mind that I would be nothing without my wife. I now understood what it felt like to go to bed without lying next to your soulmate or without waking up next to them. That’s why I was going so hard right now, making sure that Nae and I had the perfect anniversary. I knew that Nae was going to go out and buy me something, but honestly I didn’t want any gifts that could be purchased. All I wanted was my wife.
Sunday Night
Today was the day. Three years ago on this very day, March 25, 2015, I married the love of my life. My high school sweetheart. My baby mama. Never in a million years did I ever think that I would become a one-woman man. Hell, when Nae and I first got together, I was still doing my share of cheating but the first time I witnessed Nae crying over my ass, when she was 16 years old, was when I started to get my shit under control a little better. At that moment, I knew without a doubt that her ass loved me because Nae never cried. Tonight was going to be perfect and I only hoped that after tonight, Nae would fully understand that I really was devoted to this marriage and that there wasn’t any other woman that I wanted besides my wife.
“Baby, how do I look?” Nae asked, coming from out of the bathroom. I had to do a double take because I didn’t know whether to jump on her ass because she looked so good and say fuck our plans or to tell her ass to change because I knew niggas was going to be staring at my shit all night. Nae was wearing a light mocha, black-trimmed V-neck bandage dress and I was able to see her perfect, perky breasts because the slit in her dress was so deep. She was wearing my favorite hairstyle that I loved for her to wear, which was a part down the middle with beach curls flowing down to the middle of her back. On her feet were a pair of nude Giuseppe Zanotti heels with the bronze metal flames on them. I ain’t trying to sound like no faggot, but those heels were bad as fuck. My wife was decked out in diamonds, with her hands and feet painted gold.
“Damn Nae, why you trying to fuck with a nigga head like that?” I asked her, walking over to her and placing my hands on her ass, grabbing both cheeks.
“I look good, huh?” my wife asked, with a smile showing off her dimples. My wife knew she was the shit. I blew her head up with compliments all the time so she knew she was giving these other Miami chicks a run for their money.
“You look damn good. Let’s go before we’re late,” I said, escorting her out of the room.
This was honestly the first time that I’d seen my wife all day because I had been ripping and running since this morning. Plus, she was out getting her hair and all of that other shit done. Five minutes later, we were in the car on our way to our destination.
“Sin baby, can you at least give me a hint as to where we’re going?” my wife asked me. She had been begging me to know the details of this trip since last week when she caught me on the phone. I knew Nae hated surprises but her ass was just going to have to deal with it because I was not about to let her fuck up the plans. I didn’t care how fine her ass looked in that dress.
“Nae, I ain’t telling you, so stop asking me that. Just relax baby,” I told her, placing my hand on her thigh and then squeezing it.
Reluctantly, she shook her head and didn’t say anything else about it. Forty-five minutes later, we were pulling up to Carnival cruise ships in downtown my Miami. I rented out a yacht for the two of us that was 50 feet long. Shit cost me a pretty penny but money wasn’t a problem and nothing was ever too expensive when it came down to my wife and my daughter. Looking out into the water from my car, I was able to see that there were another two yachts in the water as well. I drove around and parked the car, deaded the engine, and walked around to help my wife out. We walked hand in hand until we reached our yacht. We were met by our captain, Dennis, standing in front of it. Dennis was a white dude, maybe in his late forties, early fifties.
“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. O’Neal and happy anniversary,” he said and I said thank you while Nae smiled and shook her head shyly. I bet this man was standing here thinking that my wife was innocent and sweet but if he only knew the half.
Stepping onto the yacht, I grabbed my wife by her waist and placed her in front of me.
“Baby, this is so nice. I love it,” she said, looking around in amazement. This was considered a party yacht and it could hold up to 45 people but it was just going to be the two of us tonight, plus Dennis. In the middle of the floor was a table that held two seats for the both of us. I went and sat down and lifted up the lid to my platter and on my plate was lobster, shrimp, baked potatoes, and steak. Nae lifted her lid and she had the same thing as well.
“Mmm, this looks so good. I’m starving because I haven’t eaten all day,” Nae said after taking her seat. As soon as we started eating, the boat started moving. Thirty minutes later, we were both done eating and Nae went to go look around the yacht some more while I stayed back to get my shit in order. Five minutes later I spotted my wife over by the railing of the boat, looking out at the view. I slowly crept up on her and cleared my throat.
“Nae,” I said and she turned around and looked at me, giving me a small smile. “Baby first off, I just want to tell you sorry for all the shit that I’ve been putting you through these last few months. I know I haven’t been the perfect husband towards you and I promise if you just work with me, I know that I’ll do better. I loved your ass since I was seventeen years old and I don’t plan to ever stop loving you. I want for us to get back on track to how we use to be. I want you to get those silly ass butterflies and shit in your stomach when you see a nigga and I want for us to stop arguing all the time. Baby, I promise that I’m going to stop putting you and Niy second because I’m tired of seeing you hurt,” I said sincerely and reached in my back pocket to pull out a small black box.
I looked up at my wife and she had tears coming down her beautiful face. I handed her the box and I watched as the diamonds in that shit shined. “Baby, I feel like you deserve a bigger and better ring. I still want you to keep the old one but this is the one I want you to wear,” I told her, slipping the old one off of her finger and placing the new one on it.
“I love you so much Sin and thank you,” she told me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I love you more,” I told her.
After having a few more drinks and dancing, we were back and I helped my wife off the yacht. I thanked Dennis and gave him a two hundred dollar tip because he was indeed a good captain. After heading back to the car, I made my way to our next destination. I watched as my wife sat in the passenger seat and took a picture of her new ring and I’m sure she was sending it to Breesha and Imani. I smiled, shaking my head at her, and continued driving.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up to the Mondrian Hotel out on South Beach. I pulled the car up into the front and let valet have it and then came around to help my wife out. I didn’t have to go upfro
nt and talk to the receptionist because I had already done all of that shit this morning, which is why I left out the house so early. We took the elevator all the way up to the fifteenth floor and I walked hand in hand with my wife to our room. I knew for a fact her ass was going to love this damn room. I opened the door and Nae’s mouth dropped at how beautiful the deluxe Bayview, one-bedroom suite with a balcony looked. Inside of the suite was a spacious king-sized bed. We had a private balcony that had the perfect view of downtown Miami. In the kitchen area, there was a small fridge, two burner stoves, a microwave and a dining table. It even had a separate living room in the bedroom area.
Nae walked into the bedroom and she saw all of the gift bags that I had laid out on the bed, dressers, and some even sitting on the floor. I swear I went all out for my wife.
“Baby, all of this for me?” Nae asked in pure amazement. I laughed at her goofiness.
“Yeah, anything for you. Go and put that outfit on right there,” I said, pointing to the bag from Victoria’s Secret.
She gave me a skeptical look and then she went into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom so she could go change. I used that as my opportunity to change out of my clothes and spark up a Blunt. After I stripped down naked, I went into the stash that I had brought of my weed and rolled up right quick. Once I lit it, I stood right in front of the door, waiting on Nae to come out.
“Baby, where is the—”
She took one good look at my body and my dick damn near poking the ceiling and she forgot what it was that she was about to ask me. She stepped closer and she didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was mesmerized at the sight before her.
“You see something you like?” I asked, blowing the smoke in her direction. She nodded her head yes and licked her lips.
“Come get it then. Since when have I told you that you couldn’t have something that you want?” I asked, fuckin’ with her.
“Never,” she said, walking up on me, all in my personal space. The only thing Nae had on right now was a red thong because that was the only thing in the bag that I had in there for her to change into. My thing is, why put on all that clothing when I was going to end up ripping that shit off anyways? I never bought my wife lingerie and shit. If Nae had lingerie, it was because her ass brought it. I didn’t see the sense in all of that because it was bound to come off, fuckin’ with a nigga like me. Plus, Nae only wore lingerie when she was going to sleep because she already knew how I was when it came down to that.
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