TBATD2 Sneak Peek

**unedited**

Hassin.

September 1, 2019.

The sun beamed down on my face as I stepped through the gate and stepped onto the pavement outside of the county jail. Nine months was a long time to be locked inside of a cage and the short bid made me realize I never wanted to see the inside of those walls again. My lawyer and the DA’s office had been playing cat and mouse with my case for months but they finally had to let me out whenever Sasha disappeared. She was the only eye-witness to what happened.

The police walked in on me pistol whipping Kyon but the bullet in my shoulder was easy for my lawyer to argue self defense.

The only thing that kept me there was the gun was not registered to me or Ky and the amount of drugs that they found in the house. Since my name was on the deed to the house, they tried to pin everything on me from aggravated assault to possession of illegal substances. None of the charges end up sticking so I was finally set free. It took my eyes a minute to adjust to the sun but once they did, my eyes roamed the parking lot until they landed on Sheed and Nix posted up next to a new 2018 Dodge Challenger. It was metallic grey with red stripes going down the sides.

Swaggering over to where they were, a genuine smile broke across my face for the first time in months.

“They finally let one of the last of a dying breed out.” Nix greeted. He leaned up from where he was and dapped me up before pulling me into a brotherly embrace.

I couldn’t lie, I missed my niggas. This was the longest time we had ever been away from each other since we were around fifteen when Nix caught his juvie case for stealing.

“It’s good to see you on this side of the gate my nigga.” He said to me before letting me go.

“You too, bull.” I told him before looking over at Sheed.

“Light skinned niggas. Always in their feelings.” Sheed joked about Nix. He stood up before pulling me into a hug.

Sheed wasn’t an affectionate nigga but without saying it, I knew he missed me too.

“You gained some weight. Can’t call you a skinny nigga no more.” Sheed told me after we seperated.

“Yeah. When all they got you eating is peanut butter, bread and noodles all day, you gotta work that shit off the only way you know how.” I told him. “Let’s get as far away from this muthafucka as possible. I’on even want to be around this bitch any more.”

“Say less.” Nix said before going around to the driver seat and Sheed hoping in the back.

I looked back at the jail one more time before vowing to myself that I would never step foot back in this bitch as long as there was breath in my body and I meant that. Not even if I murked niggas that crossed me. I would gladly leave this Earth first. America wasn’t designed for the black man and being in there proved that to me. Spitting on the ground, I turned around and hopped in the front seat.

Nix gave me a look before he started the car and burned rubber out of the parking lot headed towards the highway. I had a lot of unfinished business on this side of the fence and in due time, I would handle all of it. Including my situation with Kimora but I would deal with that in due time.

* * *

I turned on the lights in the living room to my apartment and looked around. Nothing had been touched or changed but I could tell that someone had been coming to keep it cleaned and paying the bills. Sheed and Nix took me to grab new clothes, a haircut, to get some food and to check on our spots before dropping me off at home and promising to come back and get me first thing in the morning. They felt that I should sit down for a little bit before hopping head first back into the streets but that shit was dead, I had been sitting down for months and I was more than ready to get my hands dirty again. I had no plans on stopping until I stacked two million on top of the bread I already had.

Going into my room, the smell of perfume hit my nose and I instantly started looking around. My senses had become sensitive as fuck in jail. I had been in more altercations there than I had been in my entire life. It was only four but still. After I beat a nigga half to death on the courtyard and spent those 30 days in solitary, niggas knew not to fuck with me. I would die about my respect or a nigga was going to have to kill me because I wasn’t going for nothing else.

After looking around, I assumed I was tripping before going to check my safe. Putting in the last code that I used, I popped it open to see that my gun was still there along with my watches and the money that I had left behind. Pulling the gun out, I checked the clip before closing the safe and going to sit on the bed. Laying back, I put my gun under the opposite pillow and stared at the ceiling. The quiet was a little unsettling because I hadn’t had the luxury of it in so long. I closed my eyes as I tried to calm my thoughts. My mind was running at a mile a minute but for now, I would put it all on the back burner. Tomorrow was a new day and I would deal with it all then.

The sound of the front door closing made my eyes pop open in the dark as I listened. My hand eased under the pillow and I switched the safety on the gun off. I eased off the bed and aimed my gun at the door. The footsteps were coming closer and it was like my breathing slowed down to a bare minimum as I counted the steps until a shadowy figure stepped into the room. My finger started squeezing the trigger before the light popped on and the last person I expected to see came into view.

Sasha looked to the side and screamed when she saw me standing there. I had half the mind to shoot her ass anyway but I moved my finger off the trigger instead. I didn’t lower the gun, though.

“Oh my gosh, Sin. You scared the shit out of me.” She told me, holding her chest. “ I didn’t know you were home.”

I didn’t respond as I allowed myself to take her in. Shorty looked a lot like something off of the walking dead. Her hair was dull looking and I could tell she lost a lot of weight. Her eyes had dark circles around them. She tried to keep her appearance on point but I could tell that she had fallen off a lot in such a short amount of time. I finally let my eyes fall back on her face and the glossy look in her eyes let me know she was high off of something stronger than pills and weed.

“You’re not going to say anything?” She questioned, with an attitude.

“I don’t have shit to say to you.” I told her before lowering my gun and keeping it at my side. “And you can get out of my house. Leave the key on your way out.” I said, turning my back to head to the bathroom to take a shower.

I hadn’t even realized I fell asleep until her nut ass woke me up. First time I slept peacefully in a long time and she had to ruin it.

“Come on, Sin. I know you’re not still mad about the shit with Kyon. It was a mistake. I told you that in the numerous letters I wrote you.” She said, following me into the bathroom.

I completely ignored her as I turned on the shower before sitting my gun on the sink and started taking my clothes off. I could feel her eyes on me as I moved around the bathroom before stepping behind the curtain underneath the water.

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” She told me from somewhere in the bathroom.

I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to control my anger. I didn’t understand why the fuck she was in my space trying to reconcile with me as if she hadn’t fucked my brother. As if she had done nothing wrong and I was supposed to forgive her and move on with my life. I blamed myself because that’s what she was used to. I always gave into her no matter the dumb shit she did over the years. The time I caught her going through my pockets while I was in the shower. Or trying to break into my safe when she thought I had left the house. I had let it all slide, brushing it off as if it wasn’t a big deal but it was. They were all signs of what was to come. I just didn’t want to believe it.

I had gone over every way possible in my head my first thirty days in jail on how I would kill her and Ky and make them suffer for what they had done to me. Snakes deserved horrible deaths but after I calmed down, I realized the shit with Sasha wasn’t worth it. A hoe was going to be a hoe. I knew what type of female she was when I wifed her. It was my fault for ignoring the obvious. But Kyon, that was another story. Whenever he came out of hiding, I would deal with him the best way I knew how. If I let this shit slide, he would try me again but on a much deeper level and I wasn’t opening the door for that bullshit. Not again.

Lathering the spare loofah that I kept in the shower with my body wash, I cleaned my body repeatedly. I took my time cleaning my body because I knew Sasha's annoying ass was still sitting there and I didn’t have time for that. After I washed my body five times, I rinsed off, turned the water before stepping out soaking wet. I didn’t bother grabbing a towel as I stepped out of the shower. My footsteps left small puddles as I walked out of the bathroom, bypassing Sasha like she wasn’t sitting there. I let my body air dry as I went around my room grabbing what I needed to get dressed.

“Hassin!” Sasha yelled but I continued to ignore her as I stepped into a pair of briefs.

“You act like I was the only one doing wrong.” She said. “Don’t forget about your young bitch, Monie or whatever the bitch name was.”

“Watch your mouth.” I told her in a low tone.

“Oh now you got something to say. Only when you’re defending your side bitch.” She told me.

My head whipped around to look at her so fast, you would have thought a nigga was part owl. My nose flared and there was a flash of hurt in her eyes but I didn’t give a fuck. She didn’t deserve to speak on Kimora. I didn’t give a fuck what I had done with her. She was innocent because one she didn’t know about Sasha. She didn’t ask for none of this shit. All she wanted was me, even though a nigga didn’t deserve her but she learned the hard way and that was on me.

“WHAT?!” I snapped. “What the fuck you want me to say, Sasha? Huh? You want me to tell you I forgive your spoiled ass after all the fuck shit you did? Is that it? WELL I DON’T!”

“But you’re not innocent either! You fucked someone else too!” She yelled back.

“You said that shit to say what, shorty?” I asked, pulling my eyebrows together. “Yeah I fucked someone else but she wasn’t no one you knew. She wasn’t someone you had to look at every day that was sitting in your fucking face every day chopping it up with you knowing she was fucking your man! She didn’t even fucking know about you!”

My voice boomed in the room causing Sasha to jump. My nostrils flared and I could see that my words hurt her but fuck her and Kyon!

“Get the fuck out of my house, Sasha.” I told her, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“I’m not leaving like this.”

“Yes the fuck you are. Whether I got you drag you out this bitch by force but you will leave while you still have a chance.”

“Like you gone do something. Nigga please. You ain’t built like that.” She said, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes.

It was at that moment that I realized what Sasha's problem was. Why felt so entitled. She looked at me like a weak nigga. I showed her too much of my soft side that she didn’t know the hard side of me. I sheltered her so much from ‘Sin’, that she felt as if Hassin was the only side of me but little did shorty know I was a nightmare in these streets and she was about to see just how much.

Nodding my head, I slid my legs into my sweat pants before leaving the room and going back into the bathroom. I grabbed my gun from the sink before stepping back into the room where she was. She saw the gun by my side but didn’t move from where she was.

“Sasha, by the time I count to five, if ya ass is not walking out the front door I’ma drag you out that muthafucka.” I told her in a calm tone. “Five. Four. Three. Two.”

With each number I counted, I took a step closer to her. By the time I said one in my mind, she was still sitting on my bed with her arms folded looking at me, daring me to do something. Cocking the gun back, I placed it at her temple before snatching her body off of the bed with my other hand. Her eyes grew wide when I flung her off the bed towards the door.

“See, that’s the problem with bitches like you. You feel like a nigga weak because he treat you right. You don’t respect a nigga until he sticking a foot up your ass.” I told her.

Sasha started kicking her legs, causing me to grab her ankle and drag her out of the room with her kicking and screaming.

“STOP IT, SIN!” She screamed, trying her hardest to grab onto something when she realized I was headed for the stairs.

“I tried being a good nigga to you. For years a nigga did right by you and it wasn’t until you started moving funny did I start to do my thing. I ain’t mean to fall in love with shorty. The shit just happened.”

Me admitting out loud that I was in love with Kimora took her by surprise because she stopped moving for a second, giving me the perfect opportunity to snatch her body down the steps. She made loud audible sounds as her head hit each step on the way down. If I was a lesser nigga, I would’ve whooped her ass like she was a man for the shit she pulled but I wouldn’t even give her that much energy.

She continued to kick and scream as I opened the door and prepared to drag her out the house. Being the dramatic chick she was, she grabbed the edge of the door causing me to let her legs go. She tried to scramble to her feet and go back inside but I grabbed her by the back of her shirt and snatched her body back. Her body hit the concrete with an audible thud and tears came to her eyes. I stepped over her body with disgust and went back into the house.

“Sin, what am I supposed to do now? Huh? Where am I supposed to go?” She was crying so hard that she started going into a coughing fit.

I turned around looking at her with my hand on the door, unmoved by all her theatrics.

“I don’t give a fuck what you do, ma. Just stay the fuck away from me as you do it.” I told her. “If you come around me again. I’m not going to be responsible for what happens to you.” I said before slamming the door shut and locking it.

She stood outside my door knocking and calling my name before my neighbor came outside and threatened to call the police if she didn’t leave. Once everything was quiet, I sat down on the couch thinking about my next move.

Sasha didn’t give me my key back, meaning she could come back at any time. But none of that mattered because I was breaking my lease first thing in the morning. Sasha popping up on me made me realize that Kyon could do the same thing and I’d never see it coming. I had to get low and go to my other house and only one other person knew where that was.

The bullshit with Sasha drained all my energy as I stood up from the couch and headed back upstairs to my room to lay back down. I wasn’t worried about her popping back up but I was prepared if she did. I meant what I said, if she came back, I would most likely shoot her ass without a second guess. Picking up my cell phone, I realized it was after eleven-thirty at night. I unlocked the phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found her name.

My finger hovered over the phone symbol for at least two minutes before I closed out of my screen and tossed my phone to the side. I always knew that I was coming back to Kimora. I just had to make sure that when I approached her again that I was worthy and ready.

I pushed her away because I already knew that she would get accepted into college and she didn’t need me and my pending cases holding her back. I saw it in her eyes when she sat across from me that night that she would wait on me. Even without me asking, so I pushed her away. I just I didn’t push her too far because I needed her. I just didn’t realize how much until now