The Coldest Love Ever 2

Sha Jones

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 28 septembre 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648542299
• Langue: English

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© 2017
Published by Leo Sullivan Presents
www.leolsullivan.com


All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Contents



Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

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Chapter One

“L ook, Officer, I told you I didn’t rape my daughters!” Wale yelled as he sat in the interrogation room.
Wale had been in the interrogation room for damn near twelve hours straight, so not only was he annoyed, he was tired as hell. He couldn’t believe that Dreka would actually accuse him of something so fucked up, but now she was acting on the shit and had some sort of fake ass proof.
“Can I please talk to my baby mama and ask her why the fuck she keeps lying on me?” Wale sighed.
“Not until you tell us why you raped your little girl!” the pot belly detective said as he slammed Charity’s bloody underwear on the table.
Seeing the blood in the seat of his daughter’s panties sickened Wale and made him want to flip over the entire table and wreak havoc on every motherfucker walking.
“I didn’t fuckin’ rape my child! I love her!” Wale was yelling so loud, spit was flying out of his mouth.
The white detective wiped traces of Wale’s spit from his nose and then looked back down at the underwear.
“Blood doesn’t just magically appear in a small child’s underwear.”
As the detective continued to taunt Wale, there was an unexpected visit. Mr. Richard barged through the door with a pissed off look on his face.
After the police unexpectedly came to the house and took Wale, Madonna had jumped right on the phone and called his lawyer. While he was being intensely interrogated, she sat outside the door with a lost look on her face. She couldn’t believe that Dreka would actually stoop this low, but then again, she wasn’t surprised. Something in Madonna had told her that Dreka wasn’t over Wale getting custody of the girls, and she would eventually strike.
Another hour went by, and Madonna was growing even more nervous because she didn’t know what the fuck was going on. There had been so much shit on the news and social media about cops killing black men, so for all she knew, they could have her man slumped over in his damn seat along with his lawyer.
Not knowing what else to do, she looked down at her phone and finally made the heartbreaking decision to call Sheila.
“Hey baby.” Sheila smiled after hearing Madonna’s voice.
“Ummm… There’s something that I gotta tell you.”
Sheila took a deep breath, set her cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter, and sighed.
“What the lil dumb heffa do this time?”
Sheila didn’t need to know the story in order to know that Dreka had something to do with it. There was no way in hell that she could be excluded.
With tears running down her cheeks, Madonna said, “Dreka accused Wale of rape again, but this time, they found blood in her panties.”
Sheila was so shocked that she gasped. There was a lump in her throat, and for a moment, she couldn’t swallow her spit.
“That bitch!” she yelled.
“Yeah, I know,” Madonna cried, wiping the snot from her nose.
Sheila could hear the pain in her daughter-in-law’s voice, and it pissed her off even more. She could tell by the way Madonna carried herself that she loved Wale, and for that, she loved her. Sheila took another deep breath and placed her hand on her forehead as if she was checking herself for a fever.
“Okay… We gotta clear our heads on this one, baby girl. We know he didn’t do this, so let’s calm down and get our heads in this fucked up game this lil bald headed bitch is playing. This is what she wants us to do. She wants us to not be able to think so she can have a reason to put my son under.”
Madonna slowly nodded her head and then shook it. Although she believed her man one hundred percent, she was still feeling emotional because her mind went back to the one thing that she was so desperately trying to put behind her. She thought about the first time she bled after her daddy penetrated her and the swelling, burning, and itching that came with it. For days, she could barely walk and even developed sores on the outside part of her vaginal lips because her father was hurting her so badly.
As she thought about the pain and bruises to her private area as a child, something clicked inside of her. She suddenly lifted her head and zoomed back in on her mother-in-law.
“What about a rape test kit?” she asked.
With Madonna being a rape survivor, she knew the signs all too well. If Wale was supposedly raping the child that he loved so much, the rape kit would prove it.
“Yes! That’s what we need! A damn rape test kit. Have they examined the girls yet?” Sheila nervously asked.
“No, but I’m about to call Wale’s lawyer while he in the room with him and tell him that.”
“Okay, do that, and call me right back!”
“I will.”
After Madonna ended her call with Sheila, she scrolled down her call log. When she got to Mr. Richard’s number, she pressed it.
The first time, he didn’t answer, but she hung up and called right back. To her relief, he answered.
“Mr. Richard, this is Madonna again. Can you tell the detectives to do a rape test on the girls?”
Mr. Richard stared at the detective with an irritated look in his eyes, and clearly said, “Yes.”
He then hung up the phone with Madonna and said, “My client is done talking. Perform a rape test on his daughters now, and that will put all of these insane allegations to rest!”
Wale looked at his lawyer and breathed a sigh of relief. He was so caught up in the moment that the last thing he thought about was a damn rape test kit. It just didn’t cross his mind, and he hated it because if he would’ve brought it up, it could’ve saved him twelve hours of bullshit.
Finally, the detective backed off, and without warning, walked out of the room.
“Man, this shit is crazy.” Wale sighed.
He was so stressed out that he already had bags under his eyes. Just when he thought things were going well, he was hit with another low blow.
“What brought all of this on?” Mr. Richard asked.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I was dropping the girls off faithfully, whenever she asked. I thought we were good, then she comes with this, so I’m just as confused as anybody else.”
It was Mr. Richard’s job to stay professional, but Dreka was even starting to get on his fucking nerves. The entire situation was unnecessary and just plain evil.



A few days had gone by, and Wale still didn’t have his daughters in his custody. As he was being interrogated, Larenz had already placed his bond. He was never processed in, which was a relief for both Madonna and Sheila. The last thing they needed was him having to fight a whole bunch of niggas who were against child predators.
While waiting for the results to come back, the judge awarded Dreka temporary custody. That too was overwhelming because there was no telling what she was putting in the girls’ head.
“This stupid ass bitch ’bout to have her baby soon, yet she’s still trying to make your life miserable.” Madonna sighed while lying on top of Wale and rubbing his back.
“Honestly, I hope that baby she’s carrying ain’t mine. I don’t even want to co-parent with this hoe no more. She too damn vindictive, and I will fuck around and kill that bitch myself.”
Wale was fed the fuck up with Dreka, and he was tired of playing nice with this crazy motherfucker. She couldn’t be trusted at all, and once he got his daughters back, he was going to request that the girls never see her again.
Hell, she was trying to keep him out of their lives, so he had to be the same way.
“This bitch tryin’ to ruin my reputation and every fuckin’ thing.”
“I know, but we are all here for you, baby.”
Wale shook his head and slowly rolled over with Madonna still on top of him.
Staring into her eyes, he sighed. He knew that she had been viciously raped by her father, so he didn’t really know how she was taking all of this in. It was obvious that she believed him because she was still with him, but he truly wanted to know her thoughts.
“Bae, how do you feel about all of this?” he asked, still staring into her eyes.
“I don’t rea