Jackie D. - Life After A Balla

The Sequel To: Married To A Balla

Copyright 2012

To all my friends and family, thanks for the love and support! To Azarel, thanks again for allowing me to publish another book with such a wonderful group of people. Youre the best! To all my fellow LCB Authors, Danette Majette (my BFF for life), Tiphani Montgomery, Tonya Ridley, CJ Hudson, J.Tremble, Ms. KP, Carla Pennington, VegasClarke, Kendall Banks, Capone, Mike Warren, Chris Renee, and any one else on the team that I missed. LCB FOR LIFE!!

To Joy Avery, thanks for everything. A special thanks to all the distributors and independent book stores that helped promote my books; The Literary Joint locations, The Urban Knowledge locations, DC Book Diva, The Books-A-Million locations that are still open, Black and Nobel in Philly, Novel Tees and the rest of the book stores that showed me love. Thank you.

To the test readers Ashundria and Tasha, thank you so much for your input. Last but not leastTo all the people that purchased this book as well as my other two, I really appreciate all the positive messages on Facebook and Twitter expressing how much you loved reading my work. From the bottom of my heart, thank you!

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Peace and Blessings,

Jackie D.

Didnt I tell you bitchtill death do us part! Sandino roared in Skyes ear. He grabbed the back of her head and rammed her face into the head board.

Im sorry, Sandino please stop! Skye pleaded in pain as blood from her busted nose trickled down the right side of her face.

Its too late for apologies. I told you if you ever left me I would kill you, he said, ripping her panties off and pinning her arms above her head. And then you go fuck some other nigga!

Skye screamed in horror when she felt excruciating pain between her legs. She wondered what type of object Sandino was raping her with as he became more and more aggressive. When she felt something running down her legs, she lifted her head and looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw a huge puddle of blood on the sheets and Sandino holding her sons basketball trophy covered in blood. She became hysterical and tried to kick him off the bed, but he didnt budge. She was no match for Sandinos muscular frame.

He gave her an evil glare then started yelling once again.

This will teach your ass for givin my pussy away! he yelled, shoving the trophy inside her again. Here I was searchin for you and my kids while your ass was out fuckin another dude.

Please stopyoure hurting me, Skye pleaded as tears immediately began to stream down her face. I promiseI didnt sleep with anyone else!

Stop lyin bitch, I can tell when somebodys been in my pussy, Sandino belted, then rammed the trophy again. You were with that nigga, Justice!

The pain was excruciating. Sandino, I havent been with anyone but you!

Shut the fuck up!

When Skye saw Sandino attempting to push the trophy inside her once again, she started screaming and pounding him in the chest. Laughing, Sandino dropped the trophy, but instead of stopping, he attacked her again, delivering a quick hard blow to her abdomen.

That shit was for me having to look for your ass when you left me!

Skye screamed out in pain and curled up in the fetal position, but he wasnt finished. Moments later, Sandino grabbed Skye by her hair, dragged her off the bed and swung her body up against the wall like a rag doll.

And that was for me getting shot!

Completely hysterical and bleeding, Skye attempted to crawl on all fours trying to make it to the door when suddenly she felt a plastic bag over her head. Panic-stricken, she immediately started gasping for air, squirming and grabbing at his hands. She couldnt breathe. It felt like she was suffocating. This was not the way she wanted to die. She started grabbing for the bag, but just couldnt seem to get a grip. It felt like she was slipping into unconsciousness.

Noooo! Skye yelled out as all three of her kids faces flashed before her eyes.

Suddenly, someone started tugging on her right shoulder. Skye, wake up, she heard a male voice say.

When Skye slowly opened her eyes, she was still clawing at her neck. With her heart racing, it felt like she was seconds away from a heart attack.

Baby, are you okay? Cruze asked in his raspy voice trying to comfort her. She was relieved to see her handsome boyfriend as he leaned over and placed his arm around her. At that moment, Skye realized shed fallen asleep on the plane. I guess you had another nightmare, huh?

Skye covered the lower half of her face then shook her head back and forth. She was still shaking and the palm of her hands were soaking wet.

Damn, it seemed so real, like he was really trying to kill me. I thought these nightmares were a thing of the past.

Yeah, me, too, Cruze agreed. You havent had one in weeks.

This trip back to Miami mustve triggered them again. Skye went into her purse and pulled out her Ativan. For the past eight months, shed been on the medication that was prescribed to control her panic attacks.

I know youve been through a lot, but Ill be glad when you get off that shit, Cruze replied with a concerned tone. I told you I looked it up on the internet. Ativan can be highly addictive.

Instead of responding, Skye continued to turn the top on the prescription bottle. A few seconds later a male flight attendant walked over. He was tall, about 63, and obviously gay by the way he switched over wearing a ton of foundation, heavy eye liner and clear lip gloss. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail and his uniform was way too tight.

Excuse me. Is everything alright? he asked after hearing the commotion.

Yes, shes fine. Can you bring her something to drink? Cruze answered.

The flight attendant stared at Skye for a second with his hand on his hip. That type of disturbance can alarm the other passengers. Are you sure everything is okay?

Cruze turned and looked at him with an attitude. Look, RuPaul, I told you she was good, now can you please go do your job.

It looked as if the flight attendant wanted to come back with some type of catty response, but instead he rolled his eyes and sashayed away.

Cruze looked over at Skye. How much longer can we keep this up? Ill be so glad when you divorce Sandinos ass and put the past behind you for good. Its been almost a year and a half since you left him. You were just starting to be yourself again, smiling, happy and enjoying life. Now, Sandino and his bullshit ass lawyer are trying to pull you back into the madness. I refuse to let anyone hurt you again, he said, squeezing her tight. I still cant believe that muthafucka didnt die the night I shot him, Cruze thought.

It came to a complete surprise to everyone that Sandino had managed to survive a gunshot wound to the back of his head. With the amount of blood hed lost, they assumed he was dead that night. That is until the paramedics rushed in and announced that he still had a pulse. They later found out that he had surgery and survived. Keeping up with his condition had become top priority to both Cruze and Skye. They wanted him dead, he needed to be stopped but Sandino had proved once again that he wasnt going anywhere.