Wifey: Part 2

One

Jasmine sat silent, stone-faced, and confused.

“Did we answer all of your questions?” Agent Dowd asked her.

She closed her eyes. All she could do was wonder if Nico was fucking Mia at that very moment as she sat in a room full of FBI agents trying to convince her to become a snitch.

“Jasmine, if something is on your mind, now is the time to speak,” Agent Battle said to her.

“You wanna know what’s on my mind? I ain’t no snitch!—That’s what’s on my mind. What’s on my mind is, why the fuck am I sitting here? Why the fuck I ain’t see a judge yet? Why the—”

“Jasmine, you’re right. You’re not a snitch,” Agent Dowd said, quickly interrupting her rant. “What did we tell you twenty minutes ago? We told you that we want you to be a source. There is a huge difference between a source and a snitch.”

The room went quiet. Jasmine looked at the agent and rolled her eyes.

“So, yeah, like I said, I wanna see a fuckin’ judge. Y’all trying to isolate me, like I’m some dumb bitch or something. I don’t wanna be your source. Lock my black ass up. Do whatever the fuck you feel you gotta do. But I tell you one thing—Y’all better come correct, because I’m gonna make sure my lawyers go so fuckin’ hard on y’all asses for embarrassing me at the restaurant and having me in custody for more than twenty-four hours without seeing a judge. Hello! This is New York City. I know my rights. I’m suppose to see a judge within twenty-four hours!”

Agent Battle, the only black agent in the room as well as the only female agent, motioned to the other two agents to keep quiet. She pulled up a chair, placed it right in front of Jasmine, and sat so her torso was facing the back of the chair.

“So you a ride-or-die chick? You gonna ride for your man because he loves you, right?”

Jasmine looked at Agent Battle and didn’t say anything.

“Your pussy is just so tight and juicy that you know that nigga loves you, right?”

“Whateva.”

“Jasmine, I been where you at—Fuck this badge!” Agent Battle unclipped her gold shield from her belt and threw it on the table behind her. “I’m talking to you straight up as a black woman. You sitting there now with an attitude and think you can handle anything that’s thrown at you, but I’m telling you that your life ain’t worth no nigga that’s fuckin’ the next bitch as we speak. You would have to be crazy.”

“I would have to be crazy? But how do I know them photos are real and it ain’t no Photoshop tricks?”

“The photos of Nico with Mia?” Agent Battle asked, just to be clear.

“Yeah. I mean, those pictures could be old.”

“You right. They could be old, they could be fake, but ask yourself this—If your pussy is so good, and Nico is so in love with you, how come you ain’t lawyered up right now?”

“Y’all muthafuckas got me in here handcuffed and isolated from everybody, just like I just finished saying. Can’t nobody help me if they don’t even know where I’m at. What the fuck?”

Deep inside Jasmine wondered if Agent Battle was right.

Agent Battle picked up her badge from off the table and clipped it back onto her belt. She knew she had to be careful, because the FBI desperately needed Jasmine to cooperate with them, and they didn’t want her to call their bluff and continue to insist on being formally arraigned in court.

Agent Battle motioned to Agent Dowd to undo the handcuffs on Jasmine’s wrists, and she walked out of the room without saying anything.

“Oh, my God! What the fuck? I’m tired! I’m hungry! I wanna either go home, or I want to see a judge. I got civil fuckin’ rights that y’all are violating.”

Agent Battle came back into the room and handed Jasmine a cell phone. “Call your man,” she said.

“Thank fuckin’ God!” Jasmine immediately dialed Nico’s number, but it rang out to voice mail.

***

Mia loved riding Nico’s dick in the reverse cowgirl position. As she ground her pussy so that every inch of his dick was inside of her, she couldn’t hold back the tears that streamed down her face. She was glad her back was to Nico because she didn’t want him to see her crying.

Mia cupped both of her breasts and pinched her nipples. Nico’s dick inside of her had never felt as good as it did at that moment. Just as she was about to explode, she could hear his phone vibrating in his pants on his bedroom’s hardwood floor.

“Don’t answer it, baby,” she softly pleaded in a moan mixed with a teary voice.

Nico clearly wasn’t as into the fuck session as she was. He lightly tapped her twice on her ass cheeks and told her to get up for a second. After she slid her pussy off his dick, he sat up on the bed and quickly reached over and picked up his pants from off the floor. He grabbed his cell phone and looked at it without answering it.

Mia ran her hand down her face while she sat on the edge of the bed. She was trying to wipe away the tears. “Everything okay?” she asked him, her eyes red.

“You was crying?”

Mia stood up and walked over to Nico. She buried her head into his chest, and her tears instantly began flowing again. She held on to Nico as she sobbed.

“The fuck you crying for?”

“Because I’m so happy right now. You make me feel so good,” she replied, Nico’s rock-hard dick pressing up against her thigh as he scrolled through his phone, looking at his text messages.

Mia looked up at Nico as she held on to him. “Baby, I am so sorry for what I did. It really was nothing, really nothing at all. I was just tore-up drunk, high, and confused, and things just happened,” she explained. “I love you.” She kissed Nico’s chest.