this is the nigga you fucking now, huh?” Hassan’s voice startled me.
Spencer jumped up, and I stood up beside him.
“What are you doing here? I told your ass I want you out of my shit.”
“Fuck you, bitch. So, nigga, what the fuck are you doing here in my house?”
“The lady of the house invited me in.”
“Nah, fuck that. This is my motherfucking house, and you, my nigga, is trespassing.” He stepped toward Spencer.
“Yo, bro, be easy. I ’ont want no trouble. As a matter of fact, I was just leaving.”
“Nah, nigga, fuck that. Ain’t nobody leaving ’til I find out what I want to know.”
“Hassan, you need to grow the fuck up. This is my house, and I invited him here. So, if you have a motherfucking problem, you need to address me,” I said as I stepped toward him.
“Ha-ha. I see you a weak-ass nigga that hides behind a bitch,” Hassan spat with venom in his voice.
In a split second, Spencer punched him in the jaw. Blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
“Nah, nigga, you done fucked up. Do you know who I am? I’m Hassan, the attorney,” he said as he wiped the blood away.
He lunged toward Spencer, but Spencer backed up and pulled out a Colt .45 gun.
“Like I said, I was leaving. Now get out of my motherfucking way before I splatter your membranes all over this carpet.” Spencer aimed the weapon at Hassan’s head.
“Nigga, fuck you and take this bitch with you.”
“That may not be a bad idea. Destiny, go ahead and grab a few items so we can go.”
“Fuck you, you stupid bitch. That’s why you ain’t bond me out. You was too busy sucking this nigga’s dick.”
I was going to answer him, but instead, I shook my head and walked off. On my way up the stairs, I whispered a prayer to God. I didn’t want Spencer to kill this fool. I might hate him, but he’s my daughter’s father, and I had no idea how I would explain this to her.
I grabbed a night bag and stuffed a few pieces of clothing inside. Then I hurried back downstairs. I walked past Hassan, who was still mumbling shit about who he was going to kill.
“Bitch, you’re dead to me, you hear me? And let your little boyfriend know, the next time he shows his face ’round here, he’ll be dead,” he yelled after me.
I turned around, took a few steps toward him, and then spoke. “Don’t you wait up for me, honey. I’ll be fucking and sucking on his cock tonight, and I’m pretty sure he will be sucking the life out of my clit.” I winked at him and walked through the door with Spencer behind me with his gun still in his hand.
Chapter Six
Hassan Clarke
I was happy to be out of that dungeon. I swear I had no idea that Rikers Island was that terrible. Leon was there to pick me up to take me to the office. I called Tanya to pick me up from the office, hoping she wasn’t still upset about that baby situation.
“Hey, babe,” I said as I sat on the passenger’s side.
“Don’t, ‘Hey, babe,’ me. Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling you nonstop for days but got no answer.”
“Man, I was in jail.”
“Lol. You’re too fucking funny. Of all the lies you could come up with, you chose this one. You know what, Hassan? I’m tired of your bullshit. Neither my baby nor I deserve this shit.”
“Baby? So, you’re keeping it?”
“My child is not an ‘it,’ and, yes, I am having my baby. I just told my mom and dad that I was pregnant, and they are so happy. This will be their first grandchild.”
So, this bitch has completely lost her mind. I thought I made myself clear the last time that we were together that I don’t want any more children—and definitely not from a white bitch.
I was tired, and I needed a shower. I tried to tune this bitch out, but she just kept on talking about a fucking baby.
“Listen, Tanya, do what the hell you want to do. I don’t want no more children. Shit, I don’t want the one I got now. All y’all bitches getting on my nerves with this baby shit. Y’all just want to trap a nigga, fo’real.”
“You know, you don’t have to be so cruel toward your child and me. I’ve always been good to you. Shit, I stuck with you through everything.” She started to cry.
Oh, man. Here we go. Why do I always end up with these emotional-ass bitches? I thought.
I breathed a sigh of relief when she pulled up at the house. I didn’t hesitate to jump out of her Jeep. I sped up the driveway but stopped in my tracks. A late-model Mercedes-Benz was parked at the foot of the driveway. I looked around but didn’t see the owner, so there was only one explanation. I slowly put my key in the hole and turned the lock, careful not to make any noise. Then I tiptoed inside and saw the living room light was on. I walked toward the living room... and that’s when I saw that whore sticking her tongue down some nigga’s throat. I wanted to rush over there and beat that nigga and that bitch’s ass for disrespecting me like that. This was my motherfucking house. How bold was that bitch to bring that bitch-ass nigga into our home?
I interrupted them by addressing that ho. You should’ve seen her face. I saw the fear in her eyes, and that alone gave me satisfaction. The bitch-ass nigga was a different story, however. The nigga signed his death warrant when he punched me in the motherfucking face. I could’ve fought him, but the only thing that saved him was that pistol. See, I knew it was time to get me a gun because he was the second nigga to pull a gun on me and didn’t use it. I made a mental note that we would meet again, and the next time wouldn’t turn out good for that bitch-ass nigga.
After that ho and the nigga left, I took a shower. I was feeling horny as fuck. I wanted some pussy. After all, that was the first thing niggas want when they’re released from jail. Who should I call? I thought. Tanya popped up in my head, but, fuck, we got into it earlier. But that didn’t stop me from calling her phone.
“Hello,” she answered angrily.
“Damn, babe, can you please stop being so angry with me?”
“What do you want, Hassan?”
“I want you, babe. I want to apologize to you for the way I treated you earlier.”
“Whatever.”
“C’mon, you know I don’t like it when you act like these ghetto bitches. The Tanya I know has class.”
“You make me act like this. I don’t like the way you started treating me after I told you I was pregnant.”
“C’mon, babe, let me make it up to you,” I pleaded.
“All right, but if you continue treating me like shit, I won’t have no choice but to leave you alone.”
That was music to my ears. That was my cue that she was no longer pissed off at me.
“Well, you can please come to see me. I want to suck on that pussy to show you how much I care for you.”
“Hmm. Sounds interesting, but my stomach hurts, so you can’t go all the way in. Where are you?”
“I’m at home, where you dropped me off.”
“Oh, hell no. I’m not going over there. I don’t want no problems with yo’ wife.”
“Tanya, grow a backbone; plus, she’s not home. She went out with her boyfriend.”
“All right, if you say so. I’m telling