The Good Wife's Blood Oath

Chapter 1. The Visit

"How could you betray me like this?! I fucking trusted you and you were nothing but a snake! I hate you!" I roared at Tonika right before I punched her three times in the face and began choking her ass out. She reached up and clawed my face with her sharp nails, but I wasn't giving up so easily. That hoe was going to feel my wrath!
"Hassan is mine!" Tonkia yelled as she dug her finger in my left eye. I fell over and quickly got up to run to call Hassan from our bedroom phone, but she grabbed me by my hair and hit me in the head with an object that was so hard that I instantaneously saw lights flash before my eyes. Blood poured down my face and I could hardly see out of my left eye. I looked up and she was standing over me with a gun!

I snapped out of my daze and stood up in my brand-new sitting-room to take a deep breath. The voice of the news anchor woman caught my attention, "This makes the cities 6th bank robbery this month and the bandits are still at-large," is what I heard as my heart raced and my mind quickly came back to present-day. There is always some shit happening in the A, but only bona fide heavy hitters get away with.

Although it's been four-years, no matter how much I try to erase these memories, they won't go away. They're not even fading. Whenever I am alone, it feels like the past is tormenting me. The visual of Tonika pointing that gun in my face comes to my mind often and then I suddenly see myself putting that hole in her chest. These flashbacks ain't no joke but I'm taking it day by day. Starting over and leaving Cobb County was one of the best decisions I made in years.

Getting away from Tonika, Desmond, and the media was one of two difficult tasks, but that mission was completed. My three sons and two step-children were murdered in revenge by Mercedes' family on the day of Mercedes' one-year death anniversary. My babies were on their way to their big game with our driver and the car exploded on the freeway with them inside. Word got around that Mercedes' family put a hit on Hassan but sadly our children were in that car and he wasn't. Our baby girl was with me at the office when the explosion happened. We were getting ready to head to the park to cheer on my boys at their baseball game. Damn, I miss my babies.

Three years ago, I lost a major part of me when those motherfuckers killed my children and mentally, I haven't been the same. Hassan dealt with the death of our children in his own way. He started spending more time in the studio and he quit his position as OM at the Logistics Warehouse. Tonika escaped from Wesley Woods psychiatric facility after the car bombing and killed Desmond less than six hours later. The news of her escape was televised on every channel and became the topic of discussion on every radio station across the country within an hour. For some reason, I was the only person not surprised by her escape or actions. She has proven that she can do whatever she sets her mind to and I knew she wouldn't be in that hospital for long; just like I knew who she wanted dead. She blamed her situation of being locked away all on Hassan and her husband, Desmond. Tonika wanted revenge and revenge is what she got along with a couple of bodies on her hands too.

Nika went nuts after Desmond served her the divorce papers while she was in that facility. She wrote me several letters a month begging me to visit her at Wesley Woods and I would just toss them in my file cabinet with no thought of ever seeing that trifling hoe again. After I received the 12th letter from her, a piece of me started feeling bad so I decided to pay her a visit. Hassan told me not to go, but I went to see Nika anyway. One thing I wasn't going to do was allow Hassan to call the shots in my life anymore. This is my life and I am in-charge of what I do, not him and he figured that out the hard way. Entering Wesley Woods sent chills up my spine. The air was cold, and the vibrations were lower than transsexuals' testosterone levels. I wanted to turn around, but something was stopping me from leaving the building. There was a side of me that wanted to see her incapacitated and helpless. So, I continued forward and approached the visitor's desk, "Hi, I'm here to visit Tonika Chapman," the receptionist looked at me strangely, I figured that she recognized my face from being the topic of discussion on the news.