Wifey: Part 2

“You get it! That’s the only reason I snitched him out. The thing is, I would have done no time in jail had I agreed to have my name on the affidavit, but I wasn’t down for that. The affidavit I signed was a John Doe affidavit. The district attorney told me that if I didn’t reveal my identity, I would have to do some time. So that’s the real reason why I ended up doing five years.”

“Wow! I totally wasn’t expecting to hear that from you.”

“Honesty you said, right?”

“Yes,” Jasmine replied.

“See, real recognize real, and that righteousness that you was hitting me with is something I ain’t never seen before. You know what I’m saying?”

Jasmine nodded her head. “I got something else to tell you, baby.”

“What?”

“Well, you know how you said Preme was going to snitch you out?”

Homicide nodded.

“Well, without making this long drawn-out explanation, let’s just say that being around street dudes like Shabazz and Nico forced me to do what I had to do too.”

“Whatchu mean?”

Jasmine sighed and looked at Homicide. “Well, there really ain’t no easy way to say this, so I’ll just spit it out. I’m a CI.”

“Stop fuckin’ bullshitting.” Homicide chuckled.

“I’m not lying. And you were one of those that the FBI had me target.”

Homicide was stunned. He bit the inside of his lip. He immediately thought to himself that he was going to have to murder her if she was telling the truth.

“I really love you, baby, and you know I would never have told you that if I didn’t truly love you.”

Homicide shook his head in disbelief.

“Don’t worry.” Jasmine walked up to Homicide and kissed him. “All those times you gave me that good-ass dick? That was my way of making sure I could never hurt you, even though they wanted me to target you. From the first day I fucked you, it gave you an entrapment defense against the government.”

Homicide smiled and rubbed on his beard. He nodded his head to show that he approved of her. He pulled her close to him, and then he marched her into the bathroom so she could take a shower with him.

Jasmine always thought it would be impossible for someone to make her come harder than Nico did, but that theory was shattered when Homicide fucked her in the shower and gave the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had in her life.

Homicide and Jasmine were truly in love, and Jasmine knew that from that day she was his wifey.

Forty-Three

Homicide and Jasmine spoke at length about things and he told her that he could easily make one of her problems go away. Jasmine knew Homicide was referring to killing Nico for her so she wouldn’t have to ever worry again about the feds putting pressure on her to get incriminating evidence on Nico.

It was a very enticing proposition for Jasmine because, although the apartment and the money was good, she would much rather have her life back and didn’t want to be accountable to anybody.

But while Jasmine and Homicide spoke, she reasoned with him and convinced him that killing Nico at that point in time didn’t make any sense. She told Homicide to give her some time to work on Nico so that she could find out where he was stashing his drugs. Once she did, it would then make sense for Homicide to murder him because she was certain that Nico had enough drugs and money stashed that her and Homicide would be able to retire on.

Homicide loved the plan. He was even willing to allow Jasmine to see Nico on a regular basis if he stayed in New York because he knew that would be the only way for her to get close enough to figure out where his stash was.

After Homicide and Jasmine finished talking, Homicide sent her on her way with his blessings to go hang out with Simone. He left the apartment at the same time with her. He was planning on linking up with his homie Cash Out so the two of them could go to Sin City Strip Club in the Bronx.

So while Homicide was chilling at Sin City, Jasmine was bored out of her mind on City Island with Simone. Simone and Jasmine went to a couple of different spots on City Island,

and none of them were poppin’.

Jasmine was regretting that she had let Simone ride with her, instead of driving separate cars. Now she was going to have to drive all the way back to Queens to drop Simone off at her apartment.