Chapter Nineteen
Akila
This was the reason why I didn’t trust no bitch . . . but my cousin, though. I poured my soul out to this bitch, and she turned around and sought out Mari. I felt so fucking stupid. I remember sitting there telling this bitch my business and how she pretended like she hated Mari. Tears welled up in my eyes. To be honest, at first, I was sad that she was dead. But the more I think about how the bitch betrayed me, that ho deserved everything that she got coming to her. Old grimy-ass ho really tried me.
It’s been three days since the incident happened, and here I was at Mari’s house. There’s no way I could’ve stayed in that other house, plus Mari and G had to clean up. I tried to ask him questions, but he told me I didn’t need to know anything but just to know I’m good. I know Mari and his niggas been killers, so I’m sure they got rid of all evidence, including the bitch.
My phone started to ring. I didn’t recognize the number, so I didn’t answer it. The phone rang again. Who the fuck is this? I thought.
“Hello,” I answered, hoping it wasn’t no debt collector ’cause my ass was behind on a bill or two.
“Akila, how you doing?” a female voice asked.
“Who is this?”
“This Eileen, Claire’s mother. Have you seen my daughter? I’ve been trying to reach her since Thursday, and her phone just keeps going to voicemail.”
I felt an instant headache. Sweat started forming on my forehead even though the place was chilly. I quickly gathered my thoughts. I needed to think straight. I’ve thought of the police questioning me, but I didn’t plan on hearing from her mother, who was also my cousin.
“No, she left the house, told me she had a date, but she never returned. I just assumed she and her dude were spending time together. Plus, I been over my baby daddy house and haven’t heard from her.”
“Hmmm, that’s strange. She did tell her friend she was going to meet that guy she’s dealing with, but we haven’t heard from her since. That is so not like her. I don’t have a good feeling about this. I just hope she’s OK.”
“I’m pretty sure she’s good. From what I can tell, she’s really into that dude. So they probably just spending some time together.”
“All right, you probably right. By the way, how you doing? It’s almost that time for the baby to come, huh?”
“Yes. I can’t wait.”
“Well, that’s good you have your cousin there with you. I got to run, but if she contacts you, please let her know her mother is worried, and she should call me immediately.”
“OK, I sure will.”
I hung up the phone. I felt suffocated, like I couldn’t breathe. I know I could be a liar, but this was hard for me, talking to this lady, knowing full well her daughter was dead and in some manhole or probably worse.
I heard the door open, and Mari walked in. We haven’t really been talking a lot since I came to his house. I think it was the shock of what happened. Plus, it wasn’t like him and I were together. He told me that I could stay in his bedroom or one of the guestrooms, so I chose the guestroom. I didn’t feel comfortable sleeping in his bed. Didn’t want him to think we were anything other than homies.
He walked into the living room where I was sitting down. I was scrolling on Facebook, trying to see if anyone posted on Claire’s page. The last post on her page was the one she posted talking ’bout “He gives me butterflies in my stomach.” I quickly got off her page ’cause my blood started boiling again. That bitch was a straight snake.
“What’s good, shawty? How you feeling?”
“I have a slight headache. Claire’s mother called me, asking if I’d see her daughter.”
“Really? What you say?” He walked over and took a seat beside me.
“I told her I hadn’t, plus I wasn’t home.”
“Yeah, that’s good. Aye, you gon’ need to move your stuff. You are welcome to stay here, or you can get your own crib. I’ll pay for it, of course.”
“Hmmm, you acting all extra nice and shit. How come when we were together, you didn’t act this nice?”
“Shawty, you trippin’. No matter what you think about me, I’ve always held it down for you. You can’t even lie about that.”
“I have a question. How do you go around killing people and still walk around like nothing happened? I mean, since this shit happened, I ain’t been able to sleep. I keep seeing Claire’s face when I close my eyes.”
“That’s ’cause you ain’t a killer. Anyone can become a killer if they’re pushed. You need to push that shit out of your mind and don’t even think about it no more. If anything was to come up, I want you to put e’erything on me. I did it. You don’t know anything about that shit. I doubt it will ever come to that ’cause first, they would have to find a body and prove that bitch ain’t just run away. At the end of the day, that bitch went out and never came back. You don’t know. I don’t care how they force you to say anything. You don’t know nothing.”
“What about her car?”
“Don’t worry ’bout none of that. All you need to worry about is delivering a healthy baby boy.”
“Boy, whatever the fuck you say. I feel in my soul it’s a girl.”
“A’ight, I put a couple of bonds on it. It’s a little dude. Don’t be shocked when that ding-a-ling come popping out,” he laughed.
I couldn’t help but smile at him. I sure missed him and the good times we used to share.
“Shawty, I miss you. I miss us. I sure hope you give me another chance. I’m getting ready to give up these streets and move back to the Beach. I hope you’ll join me. We can take all this money I made and start a couple of businesses.”
Shit sounded good, but I know I couldn’t fall for the fuckery. Mari can’t be trusted, and I didn’t want to allow myself to fall into his web of deceit again. That’s what my head was telling me, but my heart was screaming for him. My pussy was squinting around in my underwear. It’s been months since I fucked. But hearing his voice and listening to him speak that good shit, I wanted to fuck.
I guess we’re on the same page. Don’t ask me how it happened, but our lips were locked within seconds, and our tongues stuck into each other’s mouths. I missed this, so instead of fighting it, I held on to his shoulder and allowed him to have his way. My clothes were off in no time, and he knelt in front of me with his head buried in my pregnant pussy. My legs shivered as he sucked on my clit. That nigga sucked my pussy like he was starving for a five-course meal.
“Awwww, owwwww,” I cooed in his ear.
He didn’t ease up none. He took that as a cue to bury his head deeper inside my wet pussy. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried not to come, but he made it hard for me. I grabbed his head and pulled him in closer to me. I wrapped my legs around his neck as my body started shaking. The veins in my forehead bulged, and I tried to control my scream. I couldn’t hold it any longer. Finally, I exploded in his mouth. That didn’t deter him. He locked on to my clit and licked up each drop of my cum. My pussy was as shiny as a newborn baby’s ass when he finished.
Even though I just busted a nut, I was still horny. I needed to feel his long hammer up inside of me. But instead of doing that, he got up and walked out of the room. I was left confused. What the fuck was this nigga thinking? How dare he get up and leave me hanging like that? Talking about salty, a bitch was salty that I didn’t get the dick. I got up, put on my underwear, and walked out.
I heard him in the kitchen, so I walked in there to confront him. He was standing there on his phone.
“What the fuck was that all about?” I asked with an attitude and my hand akimbo.
“What you talkin’ ’bout, shawty?” He shifted his attention away from the phone.
“Boy, you know damn well what I’m talkin’ about. You just gon’ suck my pussy and then leave me hanging? I mean, your phone call was more important?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he placed the phone on the counter, walked over to me, and pulled my underwear down. He then shoved me to the counter, bent me over, and got behind me, sliding up in me with force. I squirmed as the dick hit my stomach. Being pregnant and not getting fucked on the regular damn sure made my pussy much tighter. A few strokes later, it was wet enough, and the dick could move around more freely. He grabbed my hips as he thrust in and out of me. I braced myself and poked my butt out.
Oh, I miss this dick so much. This nigga knows exactly how to please this pussy. My pussy was responding to his dick like it was moving on the same beat. My soul loved this man right now, and my body surrendered to his every command. I felt his veins enlarge, his strokes got fiercer, and he grabbed my hips tighter.
“Aarrghh,” he groaned before he exploded inside of me.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Three noisy sounds echoed loudly. It was like fire or an explosion. Mari pulled out of me and ran in the direction the sound was coming from.
I ran behind him to see what the fuck was going on. That’s when I stopped dead in my tracks. The front door was off the hinges, and people in FBI uniforms were standing there with guns pointed at Mari lying on the floor. I used my hands to cover my breasts and put my legs together. Here I was, naked as the day I was born, and all eyes were on me.
“Don’t move,” a female FBI agent yelled.
As if I had anywhere to move to. All kinds of crazy ideas ran through my head. Were they here for me ’cause I killed Claire? Oh God, my baby, I thought.
“I need to get my clothes.” I looked at the bitch with an attitude.
“I said don’t fucking move.”
“House clear,” I heard a familiar voice yell.
The footsteps got closer, and soon, I was standing face-to-face with the nigga I used to fuck. The nigga that’s possibly my baby daddy.
“Miss Jones, I see you didn’t take heed. We gave you a chance, and you ran straight back into the arms of this killer and drug dealer.” He shook his head in disgust.
“Boy, fuck you. Can I get my fucking clothes?” I spat at him.
“Gonzalez, take Miss Jones so she can get dressed. I don’t think this is any way for a young lady to be in front of the fellas.”
The female bitch came over and snatched my arm. “Where’re your clothes?”
“In the living room,” I replied with an attitude.
I quickly got dressed under the watchful eyes of the bitch. I know this wasn’t good, and to be honest, I was scared as fuck.
She led me back out to the hallway, where everyone stood. By now, they had Mari up, and handcuffed.
“Mr. Owens, you’re under arrest for gun possession, murder, racketeering, drug trafficking, and money laundering.”
“Well, well, Mr. Owens. I told you I was coming for you. Looks like we finally got you,” Tyrone said while smiling in Mari’s face.
“Bitch nigga, fuck you. You still mad that I took my bitch back from you.”
“Mr. Owens, where you’re going, you’ll never see the streets anymore, so pussy should be the last thing on your mind. I think someone else will soon be banging your bitch. Now, take this scumbag out of here and read him his rights.”
“What you want me to do with her?”
“Take her down to the jail to see what she knows. And if she gives you a hard time, arrest her ass too.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This nigga was still in his feelings and would use his power to intimidate me.
When we stepped outside, lights were everywhere. It seemed like the whole police force was present, along with the FBI, ATF, and helicopters flying overhead. This was a scene fit for the movies. They were behaving like Mari was the mob or something. I looked around to see if I could get a glimpse of Mari, but I couldn’t find him. I’m not going to lie. I was scared and trembling inside. I tried my best not to show it, but a bitch was terrified ’cause I wasn’t sure what would happen this time around.
* * *
I sat restlessly in the interview room at the federal building. This room was similar to the one I was in before. I was cold, hungry, and my stomach was hurting so bad. I rubbed my hand across it, silently praying that everything was okay with my baby.
I lay my head on the table as the tears flowed down my face. I wasn’t hurting physically, but I was hurting mentally. These last few days have been nothing short of hell on earth. I didn’t deserve none of this shit. I had left Mari the fuck alone, and here I am, right back into some bullshit that I have nothing to do with. Life just ain’t fucking fair. The tears started flowing harder.
I heard the door open, but I pretended not to hear it. Someone walked in, but I didn’t care to know who it was. These bitch-ass niggas know damn well I wasn’t doing shit, so they were only being nasty. I ain’t never sell no fucking drugs or kill—
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a chair pulled out. I lifted my head. My nose was runny, and I can only assume I looked a hot fucking mess. But as soon as I realized it was this nigga, I wished I had kept my head down.
“Hello, Akila,” he said with a slight grin plastered on his face.
“What the fuck do you want? I see this is all a fucking game to you. Damn, was the pussy that great that you have to go through all this shit?” I gritted on him.
“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. You’re just as guilty as that slimeball boyfriend of yours. The only reason why yo’ ass ain’t slapped with all these charges is because of me. I’m saving you ’cause that could be my baby in your stomach. By the way, once you have the child, I will be getting a court-ordered paternity test, and I will be going for full custody if it’s mine. I can’t trust you not to bring my child around these lowlifes you be hanging with.”
“Yeah, right. Do your superiors know that you were fucking me? Do they know you jeopardized their entire case behind pussy? You can fuck with me if you want, but I promise you, you won’t ever get my child.”
“Do you really think I give a fuck about this job? I’ve been undercover for years. I will sling this dick to any bitch like yourself to squeeze whatever information I need. Your little naïve ass was too quick to slide in the sheets with me, and I admit it. I fell for you. I mean, you suck dick good, and that pussy . . . Oh boy, that pussy is oh so good,” he bragged while licking his lips.
“Nigga, fuck you. Do what the fuck you want to do. I’m sick of yo’ ass,” I yelled at the top of my voice. Not sure where I got the strength from, but I’ve had it with this bitch-ass nigga. I got up and flipped the fucking table on him. “Fuck you. I fucking hate you. Charge me or let me fucking go. Matter of fact, get me a fucking lawyer. Y’all don’t have shit on me,” I yelled.
I was scared of being charged. These were the fucking Feds we’re talking about, but I was tired, mentally and physically. That nigga stood there looking at me like he was shocked. Suddenly, I got dizzy and felt a sharp pain. Something was running down my legs. I reached down the leg of my tights. It was soaked with a sticky substance.
“I need an ambulance, nigga,” I yelled.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m satisfied that you’re not holding back anything.”
“I’m going into labor. Get me a fucking ambulance,” I yelled as I collapsed to the ground.
“Oh shit.” He dashed out the door.
“God, please protect my baby.” I was weak, and my feet buckled under me. I was having contractions, and they were hurting as bad as hell.
“I’m here, Akila, baby. I don’t know much about this baby thing, but the ambulance is coming, babes.”
His voice made me sick, but I was in too much pain to cuss him out. I just need to get to the hospital to deliver my child.
* * *
I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl I named Malikah Akayla Jones. She weighed seven pounds, five ounces. After I thanked God for a safe delivery, I waited for everyone to exit the room, then I sat there quietly. She was beautiful. Her skin was caramel and smooth. She had little chinky eyes with fat cheeks. I was trying my hardest to figure out who she favored. I looked closely at her, and I could see Mari. Or was it that I wanted to see Mari’s features in her? I really couldn’t tell whose child it was. I used to talk shit about bitches that were in the same situation. Never did I imagine that this would be me.
After the nurses took Malikah to the nursery, I decided to take a nap. I felt so alone. I really never imagined that I would be alone when I gave birth, but what’s a bitch supposed to do? I had to pull up my big-girl panties and be the best mother possible.