Free Ain't No Wifey 2 by Jahquel J.

Moore brother. He was getting impatient because time was ticking and Kirk would be released for lack of evidence. If he thought I was about to risk my life again so he could avenge the death of his brother, he had another thing coming.
                  Minka and Ashley was on my mind so much, it made my dick hard thinking about them. I didn’t want them serve a day in jail, I did want them to serve eternity in hell. I got the hell out of New York as fast I could. After I finished with Minka and Ashley, I had a man down here in little Haiti that would hook me up with a boat ride to Haiti. And from there I planned on flying to Aruba. By that time, Ramez would have all authorities on me and I would be already in another country living it up.
                  “Yo,” I answered the phone; it was Kola’s ass. I hadn’t been gone a damn week and she was already on my nerves.
                  “When are you coming back, Ju? That detective came over here today asking about you. He said if I didn’t give up where you are I’m going to do jail time… I’m not fitting to do jail time Juelz, where are you?” I laughed in the phone and slammed my phone on the floor, smashing it with my size thirteen boot.
                  Bitch thought I was telling her where I was going, she as wrong as the little girl she had calling me daddy. That little girl wasn’t my damn daughter; she was as black as the licorice and looked just like my homeboy. I guess I had to get another phone now; I also needed to get my hair cut and face shaped up. I headed out to do just that. I’ll probably find a bitch that I could lay up on. My money was running thin; I had about one more night in this crap house hotel.
     
     
     

15
     
    Milan                           
    “Baby, you would never guess who’s on the Real Ex’s of Miami ?” I jumped on the bed and woke Donovan and his daughter up. They were both sleeping peacefully but I didn’t care. I had the tea and was ready to spill.
    “Damn, Cookie. Can we talk about this later,” he mumbled and pulled the cover over his head. I was persistent and snatched it off his head. I woke Tavia up and carried her to the guest bedroom. I returned back to the room to Donovan sleeping again.
    “Are you going to guess or keep sleeping?” I tapped him on his forehead. Before I was able to keep bothering him, he swooped me up in his arms and kissed me all over my face.
    “Tell me, Cookie. Who’s going to be on the show?”
    “Your baby mother is going to be on the show.” I snapped my tongue.
                  “Let her ass be on the show, she still ain’t you. You live in this big ass house, fat rock on your finger and you drive two whips,” he retorted sitting up on the bed. Despite all he had just said, I knew it bothered him. Hell, it bothered me; I didn’t want her on TV bad mouthing my man. Not to mention, she wouldn’t hesitate to bring up his charge.
                  “I think you need to call your lawyer and give that bitch a gag order about your charge before she films. That could hurt your business, clients and all.” I suggested, he nodded his head and leaned back towards me.
                  “You right, that’s why I married you… let’s get up and ready so we can catch this flight, I’m ready for some vacation time.” He slapped my ass, as I went to get ready for our trip to Miami. 

*
     
    “Minka, I hate that he has this charge. I mean I didn’t like he kept it from me but I’m going to be there for my husband. This bitch is trying to ruin him,” I huffed, while burping, Miya.             
    “Did he talk to his lawyer? The gag order is a perfect idea. He will lose so much clientele from this charge.”
    “That was the first thing he did, her ass should have got served by now. We paid extra to have the shit rushed. Enough about me, who’s this bitch I saw in