Prison Throne (16 page)

CHAPTER
15

RASIM

Rasim slouched in the parking lot of Martin’s Supply Plant in his truck feeling as if the fate of the world was on his shoulders. He had a lot of shit on his mind and he knew he didn’t need to add more but yet he needed to know. Was the man resembling him roaming around Washington, DC his son?

As he readjusted himself in his seat, he thought about Snow and how he talked to her a few days ago. He hated to force her to get an abortion the other day, but he was a drug lord with enemies and he couldn’t stand the idea of someone kidnapping his child to get at him. He didn’t even go with her for the procedure.

To make shit worse, he was scouring the city for another child. He wasn’t even certain what his plan was if the boy/man he was stalking was his seed.

Unfortunately for Rasim, he didn’t have the benefit of a Deadbeat Dad gene in his body. His father was honorable. His father took care of his child and although the boy/man was an adult, wouldn’t he be required to do the same?

Something else was bothering Rasim that he was feeling mad guilty about. Since he last saw Queen, he had been wondering about her ever since. Well, pondering her pussy really.

The boredom of his existing relationship was weighing on him and he needed some excitement. Just one hint of adventure! But would it cost him everything? He couldn’t see the price tag so for now he could only answer yes.

When the lights went off in the supply store and someone came out, Rasim scooted down in his seat. As he peered through the windshield, he saw someone as tall as him strut out. But when the boy/man turned his head, slightly to the right, he saw his own face.

He didn’t need a DNA test. He was blood.

Rasim threw the car door open and dipped out just as Selena was pulling up to pick him up. But when she saw Rasim approaching her son, she thought she was losing her mind. She parked any kind of way, hopped out and stepped in front of Rasim with pleading eyes. “Rasim, please don’t.”

“Is he who I think he is?” Rasim asked, huffing and puffing.

“Mom, what’s going on?” her son asked standing behind her while the man who was his father stared him down for points.

She turned around and said, “Stanley, go get in the car.”

“But, mom—”

“Stanley, go get in the fucking car!” she yelled.

Defeated, he stole one more look at Rasim and then obeyed his mother’s request.

Although Selena stood before him wearing a pink dress with her titties spilling out, an outfit that would’ve set him back to fucking her in the past, Rasim’s attention remained over her head, and on his seed, as he hustled to the car.

When Stanley was inside, Rasim, still eyeing him inside the car, asked, “Is he mine, Selena?”

“Yes,” she said lowering her head. “But can we go somewhere and talk? And I’ll tell you everything you want to know.” Rasim didn’t budge, as he felt responsible for the years he missed even though it wasn’t his fault. “Please, Rasim.”

Somehow, in some way, Selena convinced Rasim to go back to his truck and talk to her. She wanted to go to a restaurant but he would never be seen with her alone, only for Snow to find out and leave him again. Especially since she wasn’t married anymore.

Drooped behind the steering wheel, Rasim continued to eye the car that held his son. His good eye twitched because he was so enraged. What kind of hateful, stupid, dumb bitch could keep a man from his own child?

A father was required to school his son in the ways of the world. A father needed to be there for his boy and mold his thinking patterns when he was young, to give him the basics on code and honor. Any later and it might be too late. Was she that reckless and selfish that she couldn’t understand mere Father-Son Philosophy?

“Why did you lie? Huh?” He glared at her. “Why did you have me thinking I didn’t have a son when I did? I specifically asked you, Selena, and you said no! Why?” His voice was high pitched. “Was I that terrible that you thought I wouldn’t want to be in his life?”

Of course had he known, he would’ve suggested an abortion but hindsight was twenty-twenty.

She sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin my relationship,” she whispered. “I was married at the time and Rodney would’ve flipped if he thought Stanley wasn’t his.”

“But he don’t look shit like that nigga,” Rasim yelled.

He saw her husband at a strip club a few years back and he could only wish he could be responsible for a boy/man as handsome as Stanley. He looked like two types of Notorious BIG.

The shit was dumb!

“The boy has my face, Selena! What the fuck!” He slammed his fist into his steering wheel causing it to honk.

“I know, Rasim, I know. And I’m so sorry. I got pregnant when you were at Strawberry Meadows and I met him the next day after you and I had sex. We had been together ever since and things moved so quickly—”

              “And you fucking lied to me to be a fucking wife,” he said cutting her off.

             
Rasim’s nostrils flared and his breathing pattern grew noisy. He hated the feelings he was experiencing. No, he didn’t want children. And yes, openly having a child with Selena could have destroyed his chances of remaining Snow’s husband. But Stanley was his son and the man in him would not allow anybody to come in the way of that, not even Snow.

             
He laughed out of disgust for the stupid bitch and shook his head. “How is he? I mean…what kind of man is he?”

             
Selena sighed. “He rolls with the wrong people sometimes but…I mean…other than that, he’s trying.”

             
Rasim nodded his head. He always imagined if he had a child it would look like him but he didn’t know the resemblance would be uncanny.

             
“Rasim, I truly apologize,” she said eyeing him. The moonlight coming through the window gave her a good view and she couldn’t believe how sexy he had gotten over the years. If he looked like one ounce of this in the past, Snow would have been in trouble.

And then she had an idea. In the pits of her mind, she knew Snow wasn’t fucking him like she could so it was time for her to remind him.

“I can’t believe how handsome you got. Now you built like Superman.”

Rasim shook his head. “In Snow’s mind, I was always Superman. That’s why she’s my wife.”

She placed her hand on his bulging bicep. Fuck Snow. She was going for hers. “You got me remembering the old times.” She licked her lips and rubbed his arm. “What do you say we—”

             
He gripped her fingers and squeezed them so hard she winced. “Bitch, don’t ever in your fucked up life touch me again. Do you hear me? I’m a married man and even if I wasn’t I wouldn’t fuck with you.” He hit the power unlock button. “Now get the fuck out of my truck before I cock and tug on your slutty ass,” he said tapping the handle of the gun nestled in his waist. “I’ll be in contact later about my son.”

             
Embarrassed, Selena rolled her eyes, opened the door, got out and slammed it shut. Before walking away, she threw both fuck you fingers in the air for good measure and stomped to her ride.

             
Selena could perform all she wanted. The only thing on Rasim’s mind was what he was going to tell Snow, especially since she had an abortion due to his stance on having children.

             
Well, since he was already in trouble, he didn’t see the problem with going a little deeper and getting some pussy too. What could be the harm in that?

****

The craziest thing happened. After leaving Selena, Rasim’s tire was gashed and as a result he had to visit Queen to get it fixed. Of course he tore the bitch open himself. And yes, he stopped by 7-Eleven before meeting her to purchase a pack of condoms. But if someone asked, he would swear before God and all the moons that it was not true.

             
The meeting started out honestly enough. Rasim called Queen, told her about his ordeal and she met him at her shop. But not even five minutes later, her hands were on the table while his paws were on her waist as he fucked her viciously from behind.

             
After all the years, after all the heartache, she was finally being blessed with Rasim Nami’s dick. Queen rotated her hips and pushed back into Rasim like she was dancing.

Oh the joy!

Oh the feeling!

When it started getting too good, she pressed her right foot on top of the desk while the other stayed planted on the floor. This caused her pussy to tighten on the right thereby squeezing Rasim’s dick in the process.

Queen’s fuck game was top notch. None of that lazy shit some chicks did nowadays.

             
Rasim was older but still time enough for her. He stirred the insides of her box like the big spoon to white cake batter. The warmer she got, the tighter she got, and the more shit she talked, the more she made him forget that he was a married man.

At the moment he was taken back to the olden days. It was as if she was a bitch, and he was a hood nigga, and they made an executive decision to straight fuck.

              “I’m ‘bout to cum,” he announced and squeezed her hips so hard he would leave fingerprints later. “Shit!”

             
As if Rasim’s dick was on fire, she pushed him backwards forcing him to frown for killing the moment. Suddenly his pulsating dick was out in the open, like the ugly girl at a party, until she dropped to her knees, ripped the condom off and allowed him to rest in peace in her throat.

Her warm tongue circled the shaft and she sucked as if trying to gain milkshake from a straw.

In ecstasy, Rasim placed his hands on the sides of her head and pumped into her until every drop of semen was in the pit of her gut.

That shit was perfect!

              In his original itinerary, he thought he would feel bad about fucking Queen, go back to his wife, and humble himself before Snow. But when Queen stood up and smiled, he figured what was the harm in staying a little while? Besides, Queen wasn’t some stranger or layabout on the street. She was familiar. She represented his past and she didn’t mind reminding him that although she relished in the man who stood before her today, she was still attracted to him when he was younger.

So instead of going home, instead of taking the memories and moving on with his life, he stayed.

              After they fucked, he ordered a pizza and they ate the entire thing in her office. He hadn’t remembered her being so engaging; then again, he didn’t give her a chance.

             
Rasim sat back in the seat and held a slice in his right hand while his left rested against his dick. Every so often a good memory would return about the session they just experienced and Rasim would look over at Queen and tremble.

He knew he was supposed to leave and that holding a conversation was breaking code but she was married, and judging by the rock on her finger, he surmised that her husband adored her very much.

Alas, he found the one person in Washington, DC with just as much to lose.

             
Queen sat on the floor of her office and leaned against the wall. Her legs spread slightly so that he could see the sleekness of her drippy pussy. Her expensive weave sat in a messy ponytail on top of her head and for whatever reason Rasim was grinning from ear to ear.

“What you thinking about over there, boy?”

              He chuckled and finished what was left of his slice. “Boy?” He paused as he brushed his hands together to get rid of the crumbs. “Naw, sexy. I’m all man.”

             
“You think I’m sexy now?” she grinned licking her lips.

             
“You already know the answer to that. Plus you always been sexy to me.”

             
She smiled but not too brightly. “So you know after giving me some of that good dick that I’m gonna want it again, right? I hope you not gonna hold back, Rasim. Let’s be there for each other in this crazy world.”

             
“As long as you act right, we good.”

             
“Act right?” She paused before nibbling her pizza. “What about my fuck game would cause you to think I’d act any other way?”

             
“Nothing.” He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. Then he clasped his fingers together. “I just don’t want this to get too heavy. I never cheated on my wife since we been married. This shit right here is a first.” He pointed at the floor.

             
“So that makes me special?” she responded.

             
“It makes you worthy.” He looked down at his boots and then back at her again. “But I need you to be who you are always and never change. Don’t fuck with my marriage. Don’t fuck with my wife. And let shit play out. Can you handle that?”

             
“Time will show you better than I can say.” She tossed the pizza on the floor and crawled over to him. “But first let me lick that dick clean. I don’t want any remnants of me on your stick when you go home.”