by Mz. Lady P
Nisa removed the towel from her face. “Actually Killa doesn’t know. I’m not telling him because I’m getting an abortion.”
“Nisa, are you crazy? Killa will definitely kill your ass if he finds out.”
“No. he won’t find out. You are the only one who knows. I already scheduled the procedure so keep the shit to yourself.”
I sat there speechless. This is one secret I have to keep to myself. Nisa has been keeping my secret so it’s only right I return the favor. I wanted to get off the subject, mainly because I felt bad for Killa. All his friends are starting families. I can’t believe Nisa is killing his first-born child. I pray he never finds out. Killa has more than a couple of screws loose.
“Some detectives came in to my shop tonight. They wanted me to come down to the precinct and answer some questions in regards to Mont. They told me they have phone records that show he called my number last on the night of his murder.”
“What did you tell them?”
“I didn’t tell them shit.”
“That a girl. Keep your mouth closed. Right now, they don’t have enough to arrest you. That’s why they wanted you to come in voluntarily. They’re trying to build a case against you. Trust me, they will be back to talk to you. If you’re not under arrest, don’t say shit. If they arrest you, tell them that you want your lawyer present.”
“I’m so damn scared Nisa.”
“Don’t be scared. Trish, you have to prepare yourself for shit like this. Not just in regards to what happened to Mont. Your husband is a part of a major fucking drug operation. This shit comes with the territory. You have to be on point and have your game tight. Now go home so we can get ready for this party.”
Nisa and I said goodbye and I left. I was still so concerned about all of this. Reality is starting to set in. I need to come clean and tell Markese. I don’t want the police fucking with him or the crew.
Chapter 9 - Rahmeek
Ever since I found out about Brooklyn, I have been spending as much time with her as I can. Aja is already pissed off at me so I always have Karima meet me somewhere with Brooklyn. Aja would kill me if she thought I was spending anytime with Karima. She was damn near living in poverty with my daughter, but I changed all of that. I purchased her a house and a car. I didn’t do it for Karima. I did it for my daughter. She deserves to live in a comfortable environment.
Aja has been giving me the cold shoulder. Our relationship has taken a turn for the worse. I should have put more thought into the idea of bringing Brooklyn to the house. We haven’t said one word to each other. Aja is going to have to suck this shit up and take it like a woman. I understand it’s hard on her, but Aja acting like I cheated.
All I have been doing is getting this money and staying sucker free. All of our fucking spots are constantly being hit. Nobody seems to know what is going on. Although we have made triple the amount that has stolen, it’s the principle of it all. I can’t wait to find out who is behind this shit. I’m going to torture the motherfucker real slow. I don’t care how much a nigga try to change. There’s always a fuck boy who wants their fifteen minutes of fame. I have no problem with giving them that. My Desert Eagle will make them headline news.
Despite everything that’s going on, I simply can’t function without Aja. The world is colder than a pimp’s heart. I could hustle and hold court in the streets every day, However when I go home, all I want is my wife and son. Money ain’t shit if you don’t have the ones you love to share it with.
Aja’s birthday party is tonight. I just went to check on the venue to make sure everything is on point. She loves Swarovski crystals so I had the chandeliers and centerpieces draped in them. I wanted everyone to wear all black since this is a formal event.
Despite everything that is going on between us, Aja deserves the best. I’ve been thinking what would be the perfect gift for the woman who has everything. I decided diamonds. I went to Tiffany’s and purchased a matching necklace and tennis bracelet. I also decided to upgrade her wedding ring. She is going to need security while she’s walking around with all that ice on.
Before going home to get dressed, I stopped and grabbed Aja some flowers. It’s been a minute since Aja let me make love to her. I hope this Tiffany’s get me some pussy. As I walked through our home, I prayed Aja had calmed down. She has really been giving me the cold shoulder since she found out about Brooklyn. I checked the downstairs of the house but Aja wasn’t down there. I headed up the stairs to our bedroom and Aja was sleeping so peacefully. I decided not to wake her up. I placed her gift and the flowers on her nightstand then went to spend some time with Lil Rahmeek. He was wide-awake in his crib and playing with the mobile. I leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
“What’s up, son? I’m sorry things have been crazy around here. I promise I’m going to make everything right with your momma.”
I went back into our bedroom and my dick got hard instantly. Aja was naked as she got ready to get in the shower. It was now or never. I walked towards her and pulled her close to me. I tried to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her head.
“Damn, I can’t kiss you now?”
“Move Rahmeek. I’m not in the mood.”
Aja was twisting and turning. She was trying her best to get away from me. The way she was acting was really getting old.
“Did you like your birthday gift I got you?”
“I didn’t open it yet. I’ll do it later.” Aja started walking around the room and grabbing different items to take into the bathroom with her.
“Why you won’t open it up now?”
“I don’t want to open it right now, Rahmeek.”
Aja went into the bathroom and left me standing there. I’m done with this shit. No matter how hard I try to make shit right, Aja will still act like a fucking brat. The party was in a couple of hours so I decided to take a nap.
When I woke up a little later, it was eleven o’clock. Damn, I overslept! I walked around the house looking for Aja. She was gone. Aja had left without me. The worst part of it all was that she still hadn’t opened up her gift.
I couldn’t worry about that shit. I had to get to the party. I spent too much money on this party. I got dressed in an all black Versace shirt and pants suit with Salvatore Ferragamo loafers. My white gold Audemar Piquet matching watch and chain set the whole outfit off. My dreads were freshly twisted. I could have stepped off the cover of GQ magazine.
It was around twelve thirty when I finally arrived at the party. I drove around for about an hour looking for a parking spot. The banquet hall was packed to capacity. The Westside and the Southside was in the building partying as one. It’s not that often they can do that without shots being fired. Since this party is for my wife and Markese’s sister, Niggas already know that shit ain’t flying tonight. I made my way up to V.I.P were I had tables reserved for us. Markese, Trish, Killa, Nisa, Hassan, Niyah, Stacy, and Boogie were all in V.I.P. The whole crew was drinking and toasting minus Niyah.
“Damn nigga, where have you been?” Markese asked.
“Aja let me over sleep. I didn’t even know she was gone.”
“You still in the dog house, huh?” Killa said, making the whole crew laugh.
I spotted Aja on the dance floor shaking her ass with some nigga. The lights were a little dim so I couldn’t see the dude’s face. One of the spotlights flashed on them and I got a good look a dude. It was Slim. This nigga really has a death wish. Aja was trying her best to get back at me.
I looked back to see if the crew knew what I was looking at. They all had that look on their face that let me know I needed to get at dude real quick for the blatant disrespect. Shit is about to get real funky. This is the final straw. I’m about to sing this nigga a lullaby and lay hands on her ass. How fucking disrespectful could she be? I have spent well over twenty stacks to make sure she had the best party the Chi has ever seen, but she’s on the floor acting like a hoe. I’m so fucking disappointed in her right now. I could tell she was in
toxicated as well.
“Hey Markese! Let me holla at you for a minute. Your sister is being mad disrespectful right now. I’m trying my best to hold my composure, but she’s really trying my patience.”
“Rah, I’m staying out of it. Aja refuses to listen to anybody. She is way out of line.”
I just stood there watching her. I know she saw me looking at her because we locked eyes. That’s when she started to grind on him even harder.
“Yo Niyah, go holla at your girl. She’s got less than a minute to get out dude’s face or this party will be ending earlier than expected.”
Niyah waddled over to talk to Aja. She tried her best to pull Aja away from Slim. I could tell they got into a heated argument. Aja continued to be disrespectful and dance with dude like I wasn’t there. I couldn’t take the shit a minute longer.
I pulled my gun from my waistband and headed straight to the dance floor. Aja saw me coming and ran towards me to stop what I was about to do.
“Rahmeek stop! Don’t do anything stupid.”
I pushed her out of my way. I brought my gun down with so much force onto Slim’s face that the sound of a bone cracking let me know I broke his nose. I continued to pistol whip him. People were trying to pull me off of him, but I was like the Incredible Hulk. I wanted to pull the trigger, but there were too many witnesses. I would definitely be paying Slim a visit in the near future. Once Slim fell to the floor, I began to stomp him.
“Rah, how could you do that? We were just dancing.” Aja cried as she was trying to help Slim off the floor.
I hope I beat him into a coma. I had to hurry up and leave before I murked Aja. I got out of there and went home. This shit about to be settled tonight. Either we’re going to be together or we’re not. I seriously couldn’t believe Aja was mad about what I did to that nigga.
I went straight home and tried to clear my mind. The drive home seemed longer than usual. I contemplated where I wanted to be. My heart belongs to Aja, but I’m rethinking this whole marriage situation. If it weren’t for my son, I would leave right now. I couldn’t wait to get to the crib and change. Slim’s blood was all over my clothes. My clothes are too expensive to have a lame nigga’s blood on them.
Once I arrived at the crib, I sat in our driveway for a minute. A part of me wanted Aja to be inside waiting for me but I knew better. So, I went inside and just chilled in my man cave. I put a couple of Kush blunts in the air and sipped on some Remy while I waited up for Aja to come home. She didn’t come home until five in the morning. Aja walked in the house and tried to walk past me, but that was not about to happen.
“Really, Aja? You gon’ walk past me like I’m not standing here?”
“Rahmeek, I just want to go to sleep.”
“Fuck that! We’re about to see what’s up with this marriage. I’m tired of your disrespectful ass! I’m trying my best but you’re taking shit too far. Why did you allow that nigga to be all over you?”
Aja continued to walk up the stairs, but I was right behind her.
“Don’t you have a daughter somewhere you need to be tending to?” Before I knew it, I grabbed Aja around her throat and slammed her against the wall in the upstairs hallway.
“Watch your fucking mouth! Keep talking that hot shit and I’mma beat your ass! This is my last time warning you. I don’t know where you got all this fucking courage from lately, but I advise you to pipe the fuck down! You must have forgotten who the fuck I am? Just for you pulling that stunt tonight, I should beat your ass right now and say fuck later!”
The entire time that I had my hands wrapped around her throat, I couldn’t help but smell the scent of Egyptian Musk. I haven’t worn that shit since I was like sixteen. The only cologne I wear is Jean Paul Gaultier. The shit was all over her body. I realized I had my hands around her neck too tight so, I removed my hands. I stood in front of her so that she couldn’t move. I looked at her neck to see if I had left a mark but there was a big hickey there.
“Where the fuck have you been, Aja? Please think before you speak. The smell of body oil and the hickey on your neck is already answering my question. I’ll give you the opportunity to tell me your side and please don’t bullshit me. Your ass won’t like the outcome.”
“Rahmeek, what are you talking about? Please move so that I can take a shower.”
“Why you want to get in the shower all of a sudden? As a matter of fact, I’m not about to keep playing with you. Take that dress off so I can smell your pussy!”
“Boy please! You’re crazy.” Aja started laughing and tried to slide past me.
“I see you think this shit a game.” I ripped that dress clean off of her. Aja didn’t have on any panties. I instantly grabbed her by the throat.
“Where the fuck are your panties?”
“I didn’t wear any.” Her voice trembled and the fear set in. The grip I had around her neck became tighter and tighter.
“You’re giving my pussy away, Aja?”
Aja was in complete silence. She was stalling. I pushed her on the bed and pulled her legs apart. I shoved my fingers in her pussy and smelled them. She could have at least washed that nigga’s scent off of her. I let her throat go because tears started to fall from her eyes.
“So you’re out cheating, huh? You’re so mad about an innocent baby that you’re out here acting like a ho? You’re really saying fuck this marriage.”
Aja tried to walk past me but I couldn’t contain myself. I drew my hand back as far as I could and made sure it connected across her face.
I slapped her so hard that blood leaked from her nose and mouth. I didn’t feel sorry for her. That slap has been a long time coming. It was time for me to leave. If I have to put my hands on Aja, I don’t need to be with her. I went into the closet and grabbed a couple of items.
Aja grabbed me and tried to take the clothes out of my hand. “Please, Rahmeek, don’t go. I didn’t do anything.”
“Let me go, bitch! You’re out here on some get back shit. I’m giving you the world and you making me look like a fool in these streets. You got me fucked up.”
I walked out the door. I don’t know if my marriage is over. However, the streets are calling and that’s my focus right now. In the meantime, I need to pay Karima a visit. I need some pussy. Aja started this shit and I’m about to finish it.
Chapter 10 - Karima
It’s been a month since Rahmeek found out about Brooklyn. I’m so glad the truth is finally out. He is really trying to make up for lost time. Brooklyn has really gotten used to him. She would cry every time he held her at first. Now she cries for him whenever he enters the room. I think it’s so cute how she loves to play with his dreads.
I was surprised when Rahmeek purchased me a house and car. I really appreciate all that he has done for me. My house is so big and spacious. I love the neighborhood as well. It’s a long way from the hood. It feels so good to be in a comfortable and clean environment. I have finally finished furnishing the entire house. Now I can rest and chill back. My sister, Kema, wanted to keep Brooklyn so I have the house all to myself.
I decided to watch The Best Man Holiday. That movie will have you crying and laughing at the same time. About twenty minutes into the movie, I heard someone jiggling the front doorknob. I was scared as hell. I jumped up from my bed and grabbed a knife from the kitchen. I stood behind the front door as it slowly opened. I’m about to gut whoever this is like a fish. As soon as the shadowy figure stumbled in, I was shocked to say the least.
“Damn it! Rahmeek! What the hell are you doing here? I almost stabbed your ass! As a matter of fact, why are you coming in here with a key?” I walked back in the kitchen and put the knife up.
“I had a spare key made. Is that a problem?” Rahmeek’s voice was slurred and he was staggering towards the couch.
“Um--yes! It’s a problem. Just because you bought this house doesn’t mean you can come and go as you please.”
“As long as my fucking daughter is here, I will come and go
as I please. You better make sure ain’t no nigga around my daughter.”
I didn’t even respond to Rahmeek’s last comment. He has a wife at home.
Rahmeek patted the spot next to him on the couch. “Hey Karima, come over here and sit down next to me.”
“Naw, I’m good. Plus you’re drunk. I swear to God, Rahmeek, you better not throw up on my couch.”
I couldn’t help but stare at him. This nigga is the epitome of a Greek God. His physique looks like he lives in the gym. His hands are look so soft. His dreads are always so maintained. His lips are so fucking kissable. I haven’t had any dick in a year. My pussy is dripping wet just thinking about his ten-inch dick inside of me. Rahmeek’s dick is so pretty it makes you just want to suck it. I’m not trying to take it there with him so my dildo will have to keep doing its job.
“Rahmeek, what are you doing here?”
“Aja and I broke up.” Rahmeek laid his head on the back of the couch.
“Ya’ll didn’t break up. You just had a disagreement. Now go home and make shit right with your wife.”
“I won’t be going home anytime soon. Aja cheated.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Goodnight Rahmeek.”
I got up from the couch and tried to walk past him, but he pulled me down on the couch with him. Rahmeek grabbed my face and shoved his tongue inside my mouth.
I tried my best to make him let me go. “Stop it, Rahmeek! Don’t do that shit!”
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Karima? Since when can't I kiss you? Damn it, I’m trying to get some pussy.”
This shit has been going on for so long with us. It’s time I put him in his place.
“Let me tell you something, Rahmeek. A lot of shit has changed since the last time you saw me. I am not the bitch who heals your heart when another bitch breaks it. I am not the bitch you use to get back at your wife. I am not the bitch who stood by your side during your bid only for you to get out and marry the first bitch you meet.”
