Wifey: Part 2

“Now,” Agent Battle said, pointing her index finger at Jasmine, “you have a clean slate, but stay your ass out of trouble, because if you fuck up, I will come down on you like a pit bull in a skirt.”

“Oh, I like that—pit bull in a skirt.” Jasmine smiled. “But, trust me, you won’t hear a peep from me. I’m done with that life.”

“Okay, that’s what I want to hear.”

Jasmine shook Agent Battle’s hand, and then she

and Agent Gosling walked out of the office together. Agent Gosling told Jasmine that he would walk her down to the lobby.

As they made their way to the lobby, Jasmine was certain that Gosling was going to start putting the screws to her since they both now had no FBI hold on them. And, strange enough, she started to think that Gosling might not be such a bad catch. Yeah, he was older than her, but at the same time, he was still young enough to do something different with his life. And he wasn’t that bad-looking.

When they made their way to the lobby, Agent Gosling held out his hand for a handshake. Jasmine shook his hand and held on to it.

“You know what, Jasmine? I would have loved to wife you. And I never would have guessed in a million years that I would even be saying this. But when we depart from each other now, we’ll never speak again and I think that will be for the best.”

“Why is that?” Jasmine’s ego made her ask.

“We come from two different worlds. And my circle wouldn’t approve of you, and I doubt your circle would approve of me.”

It pained Gosling to say that, but he was being honest.

“Oh, but I was good enough for you to fuck, right? You didn’t check with your circle of friends on that, right? I was also good enough to save your life. On the real, you ain’t no better than Nico or Homicide, or any of these get-money dudes on the street. But at least they know who they are. You sound like a confused, weak man. Yeah, you fucked me, but that was because I was vulnerable. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had a chance at this pussy. I know who I am. You need to find out who you are. All you had to do was wish me well and then go off on to your retirement. But it’s all good. Hopefully retirement will teach you how to appreciate people and how to say thank you, because you know nothing about that.” Jasmine turned and walked out of the building.

Gosling called Jasmine’s name, but she was determined to keep walking and never once looked back at him.

Fifty-THREE

Nico was officially on the run. The FBI and the DEA had warrants out for his arrest for a drug conspiracy charge, so Jasmine knew he wouldn’t be coming home anytime soon, nor would she probably be speaking to him anytime soon. She was planning on moving her stuff out of his house as soon as possible, and was going to have access to her SoHo apartment only until the end of the month.

The day after she’d left the federal building, she went to Long Island to get a suitcase and some clothes for a trip she was making to Los Angeles that same day. When she got to the house, she was surprised to see a letter from Mia from a correctional facility.

“What the fuck this bitch want now?” She felt like she just couldn’t get drama out of her life, no matter how hard she tried.

She stuffed the unopened letter into the back pocket of her jeans and told herself she would read it once she got on the plane.

Jasmine drove out to Teterboro Airport, where she met up with Shane Wright. Shane was a hustler from New Jersey with caramel skin, wavy hair, perfect teeth, and broad shoulders, and he went by the street name of Cocaine Shane. Jasmine had met him when she went into Sway one night by herself, and they hit it off right from the jump. But with all the drama going on with the case, she didn’t have the time to link up with him, but she’d told him she would get with him as soon as she had the time. She had used school as her excuse, even though she had dropped out.

Jasmine’s timing was perfect because, when she reached out to Shane, he told her that he was going to be flying to Los Angeles to go to the NBA Finals. Jasmine was never one to turn down a baller offering her a free trip on a private jet.

She hugged Shane and thanked him for not deleting her number from his phone.

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I liked the fact that you was about something. That nursing shit is the future.”

Jasmine felt like she was in heaven as they sat in the plush leather seats with no one else on the plane except for the two of them and their stewardess.

“Excuse me,” the stewardess said. “Jasmine?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I think you dropped this when you were coming on board the plane.” The stewardess handed Jasmine the letter from Mia, which had fallen out her pocket.

“Oh, thank you.”

She told Shane to give her a minute, so she could read Mia’s letter.

Dear Jasmine

I hope this letter finds you in a better place and in better spirits than I am currently in. As you can see from the envelope, I am writing you from jail. I am writing you for a couple of reasons, but I just wanted to tell you from my heart to just be smart. While you have your freedom, you should treasure it and value it.