you forget I bought this house? Yeah, you losing your damn mind.”
“Your house? In case you forgot, we are married. I’m going to call a lawyer tomorrow, and I want you out of my life. I’m not living like this anymore.”
“You know what? I tried for years to deal with your overbearing ass. The truth is, I love you, but you’re boring, and all you do is nag. You know why I stuck around? ’Cause of Ky’Imani. I wanted my child to have her parents in the same home! But she is damn near grown, and I don’t need to deal with your shit anymore.”
“Boring? ’Cause I don’t swallow your come or let you have your threesomes? What the fuck I look like eating pussy to please you? Are you willing to suck one of those big, black, ten-inch dicks to please me? Don’t ask me to do some shit that you ain’t willing to do for me.” He lunged toward me and grabbed me by the throat. “You better get your fucking hands off me before I report your ass. Your name will be plastered across the television tonight as a detective that beats his wife.”
“Bitch, you wouldn’t,” he said through clenched teeth with his fist raised.
“Try me, nigga.”
He must’ve known I wasn’t bluffing ’cause he let me go and walked off. He started grabbing things and throwing them in bags.
“I’m divorcing yo’ ass, and I’m asking for half of everything and alimony.”
“Bitch, I’ll kill you before you get a dime from me. Now, call and tell whoever the fuck you want to.”
I sat on the bed looking at him and wondering how we got here. This can’t be my loving husband treating me like this. The tears wanted to flow out, but I tried my best not to shed one of them in front of this nigga. I pulled my nightstand drawer open and took out my Glock that was inside. I held it in my hand while I sat there.
“Hmmm, what the fuck you take that out for? Don’t forget who the better shooter is, sweetheart.”
I knew he was looking for a reaction out of me, but I held my composure and ignored his ass. Finally, he grabbed his keys and left. I walked over to my window and watched as he pulled out of the yard and down the street.
That’s when I broke down. This was the actual moment that I realized that our marriage was over, and I needed to figure out my next move.
Chapter Four
Jakeel
It was my first weekend as a free man, and I was out with the niggas up in the club Blue Flames, one of Atlanta’s elite strip clubs. This was one of the clubs that TI frequented. Mel and his cousin were showing me a lot of love tonight. We were in the VIP area, chopping it up. Big bottles of Patrón and Grey Goose were on our table.
“Yo, shorty, come here,” Mel hollered at one of the stripper bitches. She was a bad little bitch with hair down to her ass.
She must’ve known there was some money over here ’cause she smiled and strutted toward us. She took a seat next to Mel. He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled. I pretended like I wasn’t eyeing shorty, so I started playing around on my phone.
“Hey, sexy, my name’s Mia. What’s yours?” she reached over and touched my hand.
“Hey, beautiful. I’m Keel. Nice to meet you.”
“Your boy told me you fresh out of the pen and could use some company.”
I looked at Mel, and he busted out laughing. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. My nigga ain’t changed at all.
“Come on, let’s go have some privacy,” she said, taking my hand and helping me up.
I followed her, watching her ass jiggle, and her hair swung from side to side with the sway of her hips, giving me peeks of that phat ass in that thong. Feeling my eyes on her, she winked at me, leading me behind the curtain. This was where it went down for a lap dance. She slightly pushed me back on the couch and started grinding on me. “Shake That Monkey” by Too $hort was blasting through the speakers.
I grabbed her hips as she gyrated on my lap. My dick started getting hard as I sat there, trying to stay focused. She grabbed my hand and led it between her legs. I moved her thong out of the way and slid my finger in her wet, slippery pussy. Oh,shit! She started grinding on my fingers. My dick was rock hard and needed to be released.
Seconds later, the song ended. That was some fucked-up shit. She looked at me and smiled.
“Don’t worry, love. It doesn’t have end here. I have somewhere quiet where we can chill and get to know each other better.”
“How much I owe you?”
“Your boy took care of me already. Take my number. I’m going to text you.”
“Oh, yeah! That’s what’s up!” I slapped her on the ass as we walked out of the room.
I made my way back to the table, and all along, I was hoping my dick would go down some. Shorty was definitely a bad bitch, and I wanted to fuck her. Mel’s and his cousin’s faces lit up as I sat at the table again.
“Nigga, you good? Shorty took care of you?”
“Yeah, I’m straight. Good looking out, bro.”
“Ain’t no thing. Did you fuck?” Mel busted out laughing.
“Hell nah, that shit was too fast. She gave me her number, though. We about to link up.”
“That’s my nigga.”
We all busted out laughing. I could tell Mel was the man up in here tonight. Dancers kept walking up to the table, greeting him, and kissing on him and shit. I remember those days when we were grinding together, that’s how I had the bitches all over me. I missed the attention and was eager to get back in the streets. I was out of the game long enough and was ready to get back to the bag. I was just gonna make sure that I didn’t get caught up this time.
* * *
“Oh, yes! This dick is soooo good. Give that dick, daddy,” Mia, the stripper, yelled as I fucked her from the back.
Shorty was dead serious that we could meet up. After the club closed, I parted ways with my niggas, and we rolled to a motel.
“Take this dick, bitch! This how you want it, huh?” I said as I thrust in and out of her slippery pussy.
She threw her ass back on me, matching my thrusts. This was some good pussy, and she wasn’t backing down. She definitely knew how to bounce on the dick.
“Awwwww, fuck me harder, daddy. Awwww, fuck me,” she yelled and eased her ass all the way back on the dick. I slid into her guts while gripping her hips. The pressure started building up in my dick. My veins began getting harder and started throbbing. Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
I exploded.
I took the condom off and walked to the bathroom, flushing it. Then I leaned on the wall, taking a few seconds to regain my strength. I was still under the influence of all that alcohol, so I walked back into the room. I needed a few minutes to lie down so I could get my energy back.
“You good, babes?” she quizzed as I walked into the room.
She was lying there butt-ass naked. I thought about going for a second round, but my body wasn’t up to it, and I wasn’t going to embarrass myself.
“Yeah, I’m good, shorty. Just need to lie down for a few.”
“Well, go ahead. We have the room for the night.” She got up and walked off to the bathroom.
One of the rules that I lived by when I was in the streets: Never fall asleep around bitches, especially ones that were strangers. I wished I wasn’t feeling like this, but the shots of Patrón crept up on me, along with fucking, so I just needed to chill.
I picked my pants up off the floor and took my phone out.