A Trap King's Wife 1 by Jahquel J. Page B

the back of my mind. I was heading to Kaysha’s house to bust her ass. It had been two weeks since I had heard from my son or her. That night she called me and told me my son was being rushed to the hospital, I rushed there with my heart in my fucking throat. The receptionist told me that nobody came in, especially a baby boy.
                  Killing the engine, I got out the car and headed into her building. I listened to the door before knocking. I heard soft music playing, and Kaysha giggling. She seemed to be on the phone, or whoever that was in the apartment was talking low as shit. She changed her locks so my key didn’t even work. I tapped the door lightly and moved to the side of the door.
                  “I knew you wouldn’t leave me hanging,” She cooed, from the other side of the door, and opened the door.
                  “Fuck you talking about bitch? Where the fuck is my son, while you dressed like a classy slut?” I pushed into the apartment and kicked over the coffee table.
                  She quickly closed the door and covered her body like I aint ever saw it before. I went into Keyshawn’s room and he wasn’t there. I came back into the living room and she had sat down, and sparked a cigarette. I always hated that habit she had. She smoked her entire pregnancy with Keyshawn.
                  “Where the fuck is my son?” I barked, she jumped and the ashes from her cigarette spilled on her lap.
                  Wiping them off quickly, her reply was. “He’s spending time with his family. Why the fuck you care?”
                  In one swift moment I pulled her off the couch and choked her up in the corner near the front door. My face was so close to hers, I could smell the nicotine on her breath. “I want my son packed and ready tomorrow when I pick him up. I don’t want to hear shit about who he’s with, or I’ll stop depositing that money into your account.”
                  Her eyes widen with my last statement. Her eyes had lust in them, as she eased down to the floor and fumbled with my pants. She lightly pushed me back on the couch and put her cigarette out. She pulled my big shit out and popped it in her mouth, while looking me in the eyes. She spit, sucked and slurped my shit, until I was ready to release my load. She got up just before I came, but I held her head and came all over her face, and made sure I tapped my shit on her freshly installed hair— I paid for.
                  “What the fuck, Jaeshawn?” she yelled, getting up and running to the bathroom.
                  “Have my son ready, and I’ll take this just in case you get amnesia.” I fingered through her wallet, and took the card I had set account for.
                  She came out the bathroom with a wash cloth on her face and fingering the cum that was still in her hair. “How could you disrespect me like that, Jae?” She sobbed.
                  “Nah you disrespected yourself when you started acting like a chicken head and keeping my son away from me. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
                  “Ugh, I just got this put in,” She yelled in annoyance.
                  “You won’t be getting shit fixed until I get my son,” I held up the card, and her eyes damn near jumped out her skin. 
                  “Why do you do this to me, Jae? I loved you since we were kids, and all I want to be is your woman, wife and the mother to your children,” She explained, rubbing her stomach.
                  “Children?”
                  “Yes, I’m pregnant,” She announced and I almost punched her in the stomach.
                  “Stop fucking with me.”
                  “I’ve been feeling sick and I think I am. I haven’t taken a test, but I felt this way when I had