Hoodwives & Rich Thugs of Chicago 2

by Tina Marie

  Hoodwives & Rich Thugs of Chicago

  Tina Marie

  Anna Black

  Contents

  African American Urban Fiction

  Tina Marie’s Acknowledgements

  Anna Black’s Dedication & Thanks

  1. Chaos

  2. Ashlee

  3. Tam

  4. Cayane

  5. Cayane

  6. Ashlee

  7. Cayane

  8. Chaos

  9. Cayane

  10. Chaos

  11. Nicco

  12. Tam

  13. Ashlee

  14. Chaos

  15. Cayane

  Epilogue

  Contest Details

  African American Urban Fiction

  Hood Wives & Rich Thugs of Chicago 2

  By: Tina Marie & Anna Black

  HOODWIVES & RICH THUGS OF CHICAGO 2

  Copyright © 2018 by Tina Marie & Anna Black

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  Tina Marie’s Acknowledgements

  I would first like to thank God for giving me this gift of writing and for providing me with every blessing I have received this far and will receive in the future.

  I want to thank my family, my fiancé Jay for putting up with all the late nights and my crazy moods while I am writing. To my kids Jashanti, Jaymarni and Jasheer I want you to know that I work so hard so you can have it all. I want to thank all of my Pen Sisters no matter what company you are in for all of the love, support and for always helping to push me to my next goal, I appreciate you all.

  To the crew, my sisters, Sharome, Shante, and Andrea I just want to say I love you all. Ladora you are the world’s best little sister I love you and I believe in you keep pushing that number 1 is coming your way. Demetrea you are always there when I need to vent, cry or celebrate and I would do anything for you, love you lots!

  To my Bad & Boujie team you came into my life at a time when I felt like I was alone in this writing ish. I guess God knew who I needed and when. I love you ladies to the moon and back. Thanks for all the calls, texts, laughter and tears and for showing me the definition of real friends. (I know all ya’ll thug asses crying).

  A special thank you to Tyanna for being a constant sweetheart and motivator. Chanique J for always having my back and my front, and Author Natavia, for being my friend, and one of my favorite authors all in one. Rikenya you have such a pure and kind heart, you are the kind of friend to be cherished and I do cherish you.

  Nisey, I just have to say, Sis, you're the best. You know my schedule better than me and make me stick to it and never allow me to make excuses. Quanisha, you’re a bomb assistant/admin. You don’t let me forget a thing and handle all the grunt work so I can write. Love you, boo. Keke you have become my life line and even when your bossy I still love you. Sweets there would be no book without you, even when you told me to rewrite a whole chapter I still loved you! Keri this book is for you boo!!! I hope you love how your character turned out!

  To my Baby Momma Zatasha I love you boo!! And to all the Bookies I appreciate the love and support you show all authors not just me. It makes a difference having a place where we are respected, celebrated and offered endless support!

  To my friends and family: I appreciate all of the love and support. My cousins, Dionne, Donna & Tanisha. My friends: Letitia, Natasha, Jennifer, Diana and Kia. I’m truly grateful for you all, and I love you. And to my best friend there will never be enough letters in the alphabet to thank you.

  To all of my fans, readers, test readers, admins and anyone who has ever read or purchased my work, shared a link or a book cover, you’re all appreciated, and I promise to keep pushing on your behalf to write what you’re looking for.

  Anna Black’s Dedication & Thanks

  This book is dedicated to my readers, whom I really appreciate. I do what I do for the sake of making people laugh, cry, smile and reflect. I really hope that all of my readers enjoy this story and will be anxious for my stories to come. Thank you all for your support and be on the watch for my next book – trust, it will be worth reading. Always love for my family, friends and supporters. Special thanks to my daughter, Tyra for always being a positive voice and to my fiancé, Gregory, for understanding when I got to just get a story out of my head when it takes away from our time together. My bestie’s Chanda and Dominique, you two are always Team Anna and love you ladies. The list can go on and own, but those who know and love me, know just because I didn’t drop your name, you are so dear to me.

  I am grateful to God for so many blessings. To have a creative mind is a gift and I thank Him. To allow my stories to be enjoyed by others is also a blessing. Thank you, my readers, for giving my stories a chance to be read by you.

  “Be You, Do You, & Love You

  1

  Chaos

  I heard Ashlee calling me, but I wasn’t stopping for shit. I kept thinking of the last time I saw Cay. The way she said I didn’t even like her. I should have turned back. I should have forced her to take the money, and to move out of that area. If only I was there I could have protected her and Kah. I felt my hand shake as I hit the push to start and peeled out. Grabbing my cell I took a chance and called Cay’s phone a few times, but it just kept going straight to voicemail. “FUCK!” I yelled hitting the call button again. I knew I should call Nicco, but I didn’t want to waste no time when I could be trying to get in touch with shorty.

  I never had regrets when it came to anything, but this shit was the exception. I was hitting ninety when I came to her street. I had to slow down when I noticed all the detectives walking up and down the road. I was tempted to just plow through their asses, but it wouldn’t have done shit, but land me in jail. Every few minutes one of the cops would bend over and pick up one of the many shell casings. I swear that shit had my heart thumping. It was so loud that I couldn’t even hear the police officer shouting at me as I hopped out. “Sir, you cannot go in there it is an active crime scene,” he said grabbing my arm. I looked down at his hand like it was a piece of shit as I took a few moments to allow his words to penetrate.

  “Yo my shorty and kid are in th
ere,” I said as I kept walking. I left my guns in the truck because I knew I would have buss at these pigs the way I was feeling. Ignoring everyone around me I shoved my way through until I was standing in front of the house. Outside on the sidewalk were rows of bodies lined up, women, men and children. All of them where filled with bullet holes. Shit they couldn’t even cover them up, I swear they didn’t show black people any respect. I also noticed a line of ambulances. Since I didn’t see Cay or Kah laid out dead I prayed silently that they were in one of the ambulances.

  Poking my head in each one I didn’t see either one of em. I felt like I was going to pass the fuck out. This shit couldn’t be happening. Rushing up the steps I broke through the yellow tape not giving a fuck about the cops who tried to stop me. “Sir, we already told you that you cannot go in there.” He grabbed my arm and I damn near threw his ass down the steps before continuing on.

  The first thing I saw was Cay’s phone on the floor, the screen was shattered and her purse was spilled out next to it. “Cayane,” I yelled as I walked to the back. I knew she wasn’t leaving voluntarily and her purse and phone where here. Shit she didn’t even take her keys. Once I reached the master bedroom there was still a trail of blood and my heart was racing so damn fast. Glancing to the spot where Cay slept on the bed there was a red stain. I wanted to cry but a nigga was trying to man the fuck up. “Come on Cay, where are you?” I said loud hoping she was hiding somewhere. She was smart she had to have gotten out of this shit with Kah.

  Slowly I opened the door to Kahlan’s room holding my breath as I stepped inside. Letting the air out I was happy as fuck that his room was untouched. I been through a lot of shit and seen a lot of death, caused a lot to. But seeing lil man fucked up would have sent me over the edge. The way his door was tucked away in the back of the hall kept it out of the way of destruction. I still didn’t know where the fuck they were. If Cay would have made it out of the house ok she would have went straight to Ash’s crib.

  All I could do was shake my head in frustration and head back to the front of the house. Seeing a flash of color behind the couch I stopped dead in my tracks. Hell naw, it couldn’t be. The police swept this bitch already and I was sure if a body was in here they would have found it. Leaning over the arm of the couch I saw my worst nightmare. Cayane was unconscious and her clothes were stained with blood, but her shoulder area was soaked. She was balled up and I could tell she was hiding there when shit popped off. I felt my heart break for a girl I hadn’t even known that long. But shorty had got to me in that amount of time.

  Crouching down I pulled her into my arms not wanting to let her go. Not wanting to let go of the dream of her and I. As soon as I touched her I felt her warm skin and light breaths. “YO, somebody come help.” I shouted as I gently shook Cayane. I needed her to wake the fuck up. Checking her body I noticed a few cuts on her head but that was all.

  “Is she still alive?” The slow ass cop asked as he stood there and just looked at me trying to figure out a way to save my girls life. “The ambulances all left so we will radio it in.” He slowly fiddled around his belt searching for his radio. Standing up I damn near knocked him over as I ran out to my truck with Cay in my arms. I was going to make sure she was good one way or another.

  I really wanted to whoop everybody’s ass who called themselves a fucking first responder. How you have lines of bodies outside, a house taped off but my girl was in there damn near bleeding to death. Lucky for them I didn’t have time or I would have aired the block the fuck out and dealt with the consequences later.

  Pulling up to the closest hospital I threw my shit in park right in front of the E.R. doors. Everything else happened fast, finally someone had some act right as nurses and doctors ran out to try and help Cay. Once I made my way into the waiting room I found myself talking to God. Something I hadn’t done in a long time. God, I still don’t know where Kah is and I don’t even know if Cayane is going to make it. I just want you to tell you that if she pulls through I will do everything to make sure she is good. Even if she not fucking wit me I’m going to make sure that both of them are straight.

  It had been a long time since we spoke, but I was hoping he was listening, if not for me than for them. Settling in the hard ass chair I put my head in my hands and waited.

  2

  Ashlee

  I stood frozen when I heard Cay’s street on the local news. When I looked to see the yellow crime scene tape on her house I dropped the plate that I had in my hand. I heard Ca’Shon asked me if Kah was upstairs, and my eyes immediately filled with tears at the thought of him being a victim of another shooting. My heart thumped so hard against my chest and if Nikki hadn’t shaken my arm I would have not heard a word she was saying.

  “Ash!” she yelled.

  “Oh shit,” I cried. I turned to Chaos, but he was already headed towards the door. I told my feet to move as I ran after him, but he was out the door in a flash. “Ca’Shon,” I called out, but he didn’t look back. I ran towards his truck, but he peeled off. I looked down at my bare feet and realized I was still in my pajamas, so I ran back inside and up the stairs taking them two at a time. I hurried out of my boy shorts and tank and threw on the pair of yoga pants that was on the bench at the foot of our bed. Topless looking for something quick to throw on, Nikki came into my room with a million questions that I didn’t have answers to.

  “Nikki, please, I don’t know!” I yelled as I put the hoodie over my head. “Go put on something fast, we have to get to Cay’s,” I ordered. I didn’t want to wait another second, but I needed Nikki, because Nicco wasn’t there to help me stay calm. I slipped on my flip flops and ran back down the stairs and searched for my phone. Realizing it was still upstairs on the charger I raced back up, snatched it from my nightstand and called Cay’s number. My call went straight to voicemail. I tried her several times knowing it was no use because it kept going straight to voicemail and I wished Cay would have let Kah keep the cellphone that Nicco and I had gotten him for Christmas last year, but she argued that he was too young to have it. I headed for my car hoping Nikki would hurry her ass up, because I was going out of my mind worrying about my best friend and God son.

  I pressed the horn, and a few short seconds later Nikki ran out.

  “Ashlee, how do I set the alarm?” she yelled.

  “Don’t worry about the alarm Nikki, just come on, the keyless lock will lock automatically,” I said and she ran and got into the front seat. My hands were shaking and I was praying to God begging for them to be alright. “Nikki, dial Cay’s phone again,” I said.

  She took my phone and did what I told her. “Voicemail,” she said her voice wobbling.

  “Keep dialing it,” I instructed and kept swiping the tears from my face. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I felt so helpless. It seemed every damn light was red before I finally made it to the expressway. I quickly got on it grateful to be off the street. I pressed the gas and wasn’t worried about the police and if they tried to pull me over, I’d let them arrest me in front of Cayane’s house, because no way was I going to stop. When I finally exited, I ran a few lights to get to her place, but I was stopped by a damn train and there were no side streets or alternate routes I could take, so I cried and pray while my little sister-in-law coached me to remain clam. By the time the train cleared the tracks my face was drenched with tears. When I finally pulled up to Cay’s place, I had my door opened before I could put my car in park. I raced past the yellow tape to find her place empty. There was broken glass everywhere and when I saw the blood trail on the floor I made a mad dash to Kah’s room first, but he wasn’t there. I ran to Cayane’s room and she wasn’t there. I ran back to the front and Nikki was at the door.

  “Oh my God Ash,” she cried looking at the horrific scene.

  “Go back to the car and call your brother now!” I yelled. I was in a panic and I needed Nicco, because I didn’t know what to do. I saw Cay’s purse on the couch, and I spotted her phone on the floor smashed
. I went for both, then I ran back to my car. Nikki was on the phone trying to explain, but I took the phone from her. “Call Ca’Shon Nikki, I know he had to have made it here before us,” I said before putting my phone to my ear. I tried to talk to Nicco, but he couldn’t understand what I was trying to say.

  “Ash, baby, calm down and tell me what’s going on,” he said again.

  I took a deep breath. “Nicco somebody shot up Cay’s place and I don’t know where they are. There was blood and, and, and,” I tried to say.

  “I’m on my way,” my husband said and then he ended the call.

  “They’re at Ingall’s Memorial,” Nikki said.

  “Text Nicco to let him know and tell him to call Cay’s momma,” I said. I cranked my car and headed to the hospital. I drove like a crazy woman to get to them. When I got to emergency entrance, I hopped out and told Nikki to park my car. I ran in and saw Chaos and when I saw the blood on his clothes I ran into his arms.

  “What happened, where are they, is Kah okay, is Cay okay, Chaos, what’s going on?”

  “I don’t know where Kah is exactly, but he wasn’t there. Cay was shot, she was unconscious when I brought her in, so I don’t know shit as of now,” he said and I could tell he was upset and just as scared as I was. The look on his face told me there was more to the story, but it had to wait. I was just relieved to know that the shot wasn’t fatal, but who the fuck was Kah with if it wasn’t me or Nicco? Just as I was about to dial the police and file a missing child report, Cay’s mother walked in with my God son and to my surprise, my father-in-law was also in tow. I just ran to Kah and scooped him up in my arms.