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Seconds later, Sasha’s husband and best friend were disrespectfully having sex on top of Mario’s mother’s grave. Grunting and groping, the two went at it as if they were teenagers sneaking to get it in before one of their parents came home from work and caught them in the act. In one final thrust, Mario found himself ready to bust. Tossing a bruised-face Kat off his dick and onto the grave next to his mother’s, he held his dick, allowing the hot stream of cum to shoot out on the thick, tall grass that surrounded them.
Mario lay back, trying to catch his breath. He was ashamed of what he had just done. Not only had he fucked his wife’s grimy, snake-ass best friend, but on his mother’s final resting place no less. He had done a lot of distasteful things in his lifetime, but this was by far the worst. Closing his eyes, Mario begged God and his mother to forgive him as he listened to Kat throwing up on the grave next to him. When she was done, she never spoke another word. She just got up, straightened up her clothes, and walked off.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mario sat on the front porch of the house he and his wife shared. With his head lowered, he couldn’t believe what he’d done hours earlier with Kat. He hated himself. He was trying so hard to turn over a new leaf and it was as if the devil himself took on the form of that slut to tempt him to do wrong. Now he was posted, sitting here messed up in the head that he had failed the test. There was no question Mario knew the first chance Kat got she would rat him out about what they’d done, even if it meant cutting her own head off. Kat lived her life every day for drama-filled bullshit like this. He knew the bigmouthed bitch would also tell Sasha what she somehow knew about Angie V. Mario was fucked in the game and knew it.
Depressed about what to do next or say when Sasha called him, Mario removed his cell from his pocket. He needed someone to talk to, someone who would not judge his self-destructive actions. Scrolling down the numbers in his contacts list, he came to the Ws. Smart enough not to put her actual name with her number, Mario pushed the contact, labeled Walmart, dialing Angie V’s cell.
After it rang three or four times, his call went to voicemail. Not willing to give up his pursuit of talking to her, Mario dialed her number once more. This time it went straight to voicemail. Before he could try a third time, he received a notification ring that indicated he had a text message. Tapping the small envelope icon on the screen, Mario saw it was from Angie V saying that she was at work and couldn’t talk at the time.
Knowing he had no business whatsoever wanting to confide in the next female he had fucked behind his wife’s back about another female he’d also banged behind Sasha’s back, Mario took this as a sign. He needed to just go in the house, take a shower, and get his mind together. There was no way he could talk to Sasha tonight; his conscience wouldn’t let him. Mario didn’t want to go back to his old ways of living and thinking, but it seemed as if that reckless lifestyle was calling him.
* * *
It had been a long few days for Sasha. First she received the awful, heartbreaking news that the warden had shot down any chances of her and Mario seeing one another. Then, after returning from the dayroom, she discovered one of the other inmates had broken into her foot locker. Missing was most of her food, cosmetics, a few washcloths, and all of her unused legal pads. Of course no one claimed to have seen anything, especially Trina’s always nosey ass.
Sasha was boisterous, letting the entire unit know that whoever the desperate thief was who stole her belongings didn’t do shit in the way of stopping her shine. She let them know that she could and would replace it all just as soon as she was able to order from the store. “I ain’t like you needy-ass bitches who beg, borrow, and steal the next person’s shit, or sit around waiting on a secure pack. I’m good and gonna stay good!”
Sasha was on a full-blown rant and rightly so. However, she was going to catch a few tickets and end up in the hole or on restrictions if she didn’t settle down, as the guard on duty demanded. Attempting to calm her nerves, she just wanted to speak to Mario. She knew just hearing his voice would make things better.
Five minutes after the final count for the day was complete and the shift changed, Sasha headed to the phone area. By it being the first of the month, more inmates than usual had money on their books thanks to their people on the outside. Impatiently she waited her turn. She was ready to explode. If she didn’t speak to her husband soon and tell him what these lowlife bitches had done to her, she was going to kill someone for sure.
As of late, Mario was the only one who could get her to see things in a different light. He was her strength as well as her lifeline to the outside. Since Sasha basically severed ties with Kat, Regina, and her parents, Mario was her world.
Punching in her secure pin number as she’d done so many times prior, she dialed her husband’s number; but she received no answer. Not once. Not twice, but three, then four times. Having no choice but to let the next inmates waiting to place their calls go, Sasha got back in line over and over again until the phones were turned off and it was lights out.
Lying in her bunk, in the dark, eyes wide open, Sasha prayed nothing was wrong and nothing bad had happened to her king.
* * *
Sasha woke up with Mario on her mind. Without bothering to take a shower or eat breakfast, she went straight to the phones. The early-morning shift guards had still not turned them back on from the night before so she had to wait. Sasha had been locked up long enough to know there was no way to rush or strong-arm a guard to do anything they didn’t want to do when they didn’t want to do it. With arms folded, she leaned against the wall, waiting.
The moment she saw the switch go on, she wasted no time. She tried to call Mario. It went straight to voicemail this time, not even ringing. Slowly her heart was starting to break into tiny pieces.
Throughout the day, she didn’t eat, didn’t talk to anyone, and didn’t go outside on the yard. Sasha didn’t care about the dayroom, watching television, or showering. Her main focus was constantly running back and forth to the phones in between count times to try to call Mario. Each and every time that she would place the call, the outcome was the same. The guards and the inmates both found it amusing to see the high and mighty Sasha Eubanks, inmate 998797, be brought down a few notches and go through it.
Nearing the end of the day, Sasha could no longer take it. Her head was pounding and her heart was aching. She couldn’t suffer going through another sleepless night wondering and worrying if her husband was dead or alive. It was too much for her to take and she knew it. They had been talking on the phone daily for months, and now bam, nothing, flat line. Beyond desperate to know what was going on in the outside world with Mario, Sasha had no choice and no other options. She decided to call her sister and see what she may have known or heard.
After a few rings Regina answered. Sasha kept her fingers crossed. She prayed her older sibling would be elated to hear from her and would not hold a grudge and accept the call. Thank God Regina did.
“What is it, Sasha?” she asked right off the bat without even bothering to say hello.
“Dang, sis, can’t I just call you to see how you and the kids are? And how are Mom and Dad? It’s been awhile.”
“Check on us? Come on now, Sasha, with all that game you trying to run. Let’s keep it real. If you really cared about your family you would’ve called or written.” Regina went all the way in not holding her little sister up one bit. “So like I said, what the hell you want, Sasha? This call ain’t about family.”
There was no sense beating around the bush. Regina could see clearly through her motive for the out-of-the-blue call. With that in mind, Sasha cut to the chase. “Well, it’s just that I have been trying to call Mario and I keep getting his voicemail. I was wondering—”
“Oh, yeah, wondering what?” Regina fired back, shaking her head at the nerve of some people.
Sasha took a deep breath before asking, “I was wondering if you could go ride by my house and check on him and make sure he’s okay.”
“Are you fucking serious, Sasha? You ain’t dealt with me or Mom or Dad in months. No calls, cards, or letters, but now your dumb, stupid ass calling asking me to go check on that pussy-hound punk who got you locked up in the first place. Girl, bye. You better get your life.” Regina mocked her sister being so thirsty and desperate for a man cut like Mario was. “He probably somewhere laid up with that black Spanish chick he banging who work at Walmart!”
“Huh? What Spanish chick? What are you talking about?” Sasha had tears starting to fill her eyes. “Please, Regina, tell me what you’re talking about.”
“Come on now, little sister, you mean your so, so special husband you so worried about and up in there doing time for ain’t tell you his new ho got that good hair and her three kids? I thought you knew that! If your best friend Kat knows, trust me, the entire city knows too. Wow, they say the wife is always the last to know, so I guess it’s true. So, umm, back to your original question. Hell naw, bitch, I ain’t going to check on no grown-ass man. Silly, you on your own with that mess. Now good-the-fuck-bye and enjoy the rest of your day! Oh, and by the way, Mom has cancer!”
Cancer! I know she just lying to hurt me even more. I’m not even gonna feed off into that. Sasha was left standing mute, holding the receiver in her hand. It was as if her legs couldn’t move. She wanted to believe Regina was lying about the Spanish chick as well, but despite Mario’s recent actions she knew who he really was: a dog.
Hysterical, she tried to call him once more in hopes of him denying what she had just heard, but again she was met with his voicemail. I swear to God I’m gonna kill this nigga when I get out! Furious, she slammed the phone down, almost knocking it off the wall. The guard on duty had just about enough of Sasha always prancing around the facility as if her shit didn’t stink. With malice he wrote her three tickets, one that placed her on immediate LOP, which stood for “loss of privileges.” Ordered to stay on her bunk, she was prohibited from going to the dayroom, going out on the yard and, most severely, using the phones for seven days. Sasha was sick with it as she curled up in a ball and cried and cried and cried.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
It had been days and Mario strangely had not heard from his wife. After her calling the few times and him pushing ignore, he could only assume Kat had gotten in touch with her exposing the dirty deed they had done at the cemetery. For the first time in years, Mario had not stepped foot out of the house. He slept most of the day, having dreams about his mother. His appetite had increased and his depression had caused him to eat damn near everything that was in the refrigerator and freezer. Mario didn’t know if he was coming or going. Several of his people had hit him up, texting the addresses to a few high-stakes dice games, but he wasn’t in the mood to gamble. He felt like he’d lost his edge and urge for that some months back. He’d tried calling Angie V just to talk, but he could never seem to get in touch with her either.
Feeling like shit, as well as looking the part, Mario dragged himself off the couch. Jumping in the SUV, he noticed the tank was almost on empty and he still didn’t want to stop to get gas. Turning into the Walmart parking lot, Mario had no reservations about pulling into a handicap space and daring any person young, old, male, or female to challenge him. As he sat there, he tried calling Angie V once more. He got the voicemail. He then texted and still got no response.
Going inside Walmart, Mario did his usual: he went straight to JPay to put some money on Sasha’s books. Even though she hadn’t spoken to him for whatever reason, she was still his wife and he still owed it to her to make sure she was good while doing time. As he stood at the counter, he searched the checkout lines and all the cashiers to see if he saw Angie V. Finally he asked the older woman who always helped him at the JPay register if the Spanish chick Angie was working today. Without hesitation, she informed Mario that Angela Vega had taken ill a few days back and was off the schedule until further notice.
Holding his receipt in hand, he headed back out to the SUV. Before starting the engine, Mario texted Angie V once more, asking if everything was okay because he had heard she was ill, and what could he do to help. Tossing his cell onto the passenger seat, Mario hoped his friend replied as he drove to the gas station.
* * *
Kat was beside herself. Trapped in the house with her pride, she’d nursed her bruised face for days. Each and every time she stood in the mirror, she relived what she and Mario had done at the graveyard. While part of her still wanted to throw up in her mouth for the ultimate betrayal of her lifelong best friend, the other part could not help but fantasize about how good the sex was.
Naked in the shower, Kat let the hot water run down on top of her head and she got chill bumps as it trickled down the crack of her ass. It had been a long time since she’d had any real dick up inside of her and she hoped she wasn’t sprung. It was one thing to have fucked the enemy, but to lust after him was another.
Reaching her hand out beyond the curtain, Kat grabbed her bullet-shaped companion and went to work. In and out, out and in, all she could think about was Mario. Kat knew it was wrong. She still hated his guts for the way he had always treated her best friend; and she even hated him for having sex with her as well even though they were equally at fault. As she was close to climax with her best friend’s husband in mind, she swore to herself that the first opportunity she got to fuck over Mario and his smug world, she would. Knowing that his no-good, slick ass was trying to get with ol’ girl at Walmart, Kat knew to start there. The only main thing that she wanted to preserve in the meantime was her relationship with Sasha, which she cherished almost more than life itself.
* * *
Mario left the gas station and headed back toward the house. After swinging by McDonald’s he pulled in the driveway. As he sat there he wondered what Sasha was doing at that moment and if she would ever be able to forgive him for what he’d done as far as Kat was concerned. He had no way of knowing that his wife was on LOP and couldn’t call, let alone that she knew absolutely nothing about Kat. He could only assume when Kat callously threw herself and him under the bus, he dragged Angie V along with them for the ride. Why wouldn’t Kat be so vindictive to do so? That’s who she was and who she always was since the moment she’d first stepped to the car out at the park trying to push up on his boy Dino and him. The fact that she was low-key whispering for both of them to have a threesome with her and forget about her ugly, boring-ass friend standing back over to the side was never brought up again, especially after all the gunfire and death that erupted seconds after she mentioned it. However, Mario never forgot what a snake Kat truly was and just how fake her loyalty was to Sasha; and the fact that he just fucked her proved he was right all along.
Mario finished off his fries before getting out of the SUV with his burger still in the bag. Walking up on the porch he paused as his cell phone went off. Looking down at the screen he saw, thank God, it was Angie V returning his text. She said that she had been extremely busy, and asked if he could call her after seven. Mario instantly replied yes with a smile on his face.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Walking down the last few days of her prison-enforced restrictions, Sasha was trying hard to get over the hurt and pain caused by Mario not taking her calls. She also had come to terms with Regina turning her back on her, although technically she’d done it first. She was all cried out and had made up in her mind that she was not going to keep calling Mario. There was no need to keep making a fool out of herself. If he didn’t want to be bothered with her after all she’d done to help him, then so be it. Sasha was not going to fret. She could have called the lawyer to get the paperwork together to have Mario removed from her house and his name taken off of other documents, but she didn’t.
However, Sasha was extremely close to one of her friends who worked at the bank. Writing her a letter, she asked her if she could do her a huge favor. Knowing the type of person Sasha truly was outside of dealing with Mario and going to jail for him, the girl obliged. Putting
a hold on Sasha’s checking and savings accounts until she came into the bank and spoke personally with a customer service rep, all activity was suspended. That sudden suspension included the ATM card that Mario had been frequently using as if it were his hard-earned money accumulating, not his wife’s.
That was the first thing Sasha did in the line of many to regain her dignity, self-respect, and pride. She knew that she had an out date. And one that was not too far away. That was the good thing. Sasha knew if she just let the outside world go on while she lived her life within the walls of the prison, she could stay focused and make early parole. With her being a first-time offender and trying to stay ticket free from this point on, she’d be back home in no time, especially with the overcrowding and budget cuts the corrections department was suffering from. Trina’s good-begging ass had taught her one thing since being incarcerated and that was you can’t control what you can’t control.
It was nearing seven and Sasha sat back on her bunk and imagined how life would be when she went home. Mario would pay for leaving her for dead. It would only be a matter of time.
* * *
Mario stepped out of the shower feeling totally refreshed. He had used the trimmers to shave and he looked to be a new man in the mirror. With a towel wrapped around his midsection he put on deodorant, sprayed on some cologne, and fell back on the bed. He knew deep down inside he loved Sasha, but something in him would never allow him to fully commit. He had someone else on his radar and the thought of her consumed his mind.
Counting down the time until Angie V asked him to call, Mario checked his Instagram page, which he was hardly on. Created solely to look at thirst traps who posted pictures of their asses shaking and titties bopping, Mario grew bored with the social media pussy he could never touch.