My Love Ain't Meant For a Thug

by A'zayler

  “It’s just crazy how much I want him. It’s like when I hear his voice, I want to see him. When I see him, I want to touch him, when I touch him, it’s like I can’t get close enough or something. All of these feelings rush through me whenever he’s around and I don’t want to share that with Neeka. Especially if she’s as bad as you say she is. I can treat him better.”

  Arizona smiled at Honey. Her brother had definitely found a winner.

  “I get it boo. That’s how I am with Toro. When I first met him and Congo we were young. I was new at their school and Toro liked me. He sent Congo’s ass to get my number. We clicked instantly. Ever since then I been holding it down for both of them niggas. I’ve seen Congo when he was the man on these streets and had all the hoes. And I’ve seen Congo when he was down and nobody was fucking with him. Through it all he remained the same person and I respect him for that. A real nigga is hard to find these days. I can already tell that you got him, just make sure you keep him. Aight?”

  “Aight.” Honey nodded.

  “Damn it smell good up in here.” Toro had just walked around the corner. “Good morning baby, good morning Honey.”

  “Morning,” Honey said.

  Arizona didn’t have to say anything because he had walked up behind her and was pressed against her backside. He placed a few kisses on her neck before taking a seat at the table across from Honey.

  “So I heard you supposed to know how to cut hair?” Toro was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a purple shirt.

  “Boy do I? I’m the best barber in the city,”

  “That’s what ya mouth say but I need to see for myself. I need a cut before work this morning you got time?”

  “Yeah I got you.”

  “Honey, you mess my head up and I’m beating yo ass and I already know you can’t fight so don’t get fucked up.”

  Arizona and Toro both laughed at Honey. She was clearly embarrassed but eventually started laughing too. She had to admit that was funny. Arizona went to the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of eggs. She scrambled them some and placed both of their plates in front of them before making her own.

  “Now baby you wasn’t even right for that.” Arizona sat next to Toro.

  “Shit, it was the truth.”

  “Nah it’s all right Z. He can talk all this mess until he get in my chair.” Honey dug into her plate as they all conversed amongst themselves. When they were finished they waited for Arizona to get dressed before leaving the house. She and Honey drove in her car while Toro took his own. After leaving the barbershop he needed to head straight to work.

  *****

  With the large piece of sheetrock thrown over his shoulder Congo walked across the grass so that he and his team could get started on the house they were working on. They’d been building this same house for the past few weeks and it was just about done. Building houses in the heat wasn’t as glamourous as the dope game but it paid the bills. Not that he had much of a choice as a felon anyway. After gaining a criminal record, you pretty much took whatever you could get and they knew it too because they worked the shit out of him.

  “What’s going on today young buck?” Clint asked Congo.

  Clint was the team leader and could make wonders out of a piece of wood and a saw. Congo spent a lot of time with Clint because like him, Clint was street. He was what you called an OG. That nigga had the streets on lock at one point but retired as he got older and shit began to change.

  “Aint shit. Tired as a muthafucka.”

  “Stay out all that young pussy and take yo ass to bed. This grown man work boy.”

  Congo kneeled next to him so he could hold the beam steady. “It aint that east when you got a loud ass mouth in your ear.”

  “Yo ass must’a did something?”

  “Nah that was her crazy ass. She fucked up all my shit so I left for a few days. When I got back last night she was clowning. I had to go in the spare bedroom and lock the door just so I could go to sleep.”

  Clint chuckled. “I remember those days. She caught you cheating?”

  “Nigga no! She wants me to hit the block but you know I’m trying to keep my nose clean. She be riding a nigga hard though. I almost reconsidered.”

  Clint stopped hammering and looked over his shoulder at Congo. He liked Congo because he reminded him of himself when was younger. Strong, determined, and forceful. All those attributes were good when running a drug empire, but they were also too good to be wasted behind bars. He preached this to Congo every day when he first started working with him. Congo was so irritated by the pay decrease that he talked about going back to the streets every time he saw him. It took him almost two months to change his mindset.

  “Don’t you do that shit young buck. If that woman want you in the streets where you run the risk of getting locked up or killed then you need to kick her ass out. That shit aint worth it. You doing good for yourself right now. Don’t fuck it up.”

  “I could use the money though,”

  “We all could. But you won’t be making shit if you sitting behind them bars with white folks telling you what you can and can’t do.”

  Congo looked off into the distance.

  “Take my advice Congo, get you one of these lil ambitious girls, that’s about her business and keep her for yourself. Make sure she’s about you as much as she’s about her paper and relax man. Get you some peace. As long as you got that hoe in yo ear screaming and shit how the fuck you supposed to think?” Clint tapped the side of Congo’s head. “Using your brain is the key to a good life.”

  “I got me a lil something going on right now. She fucking with the kid.”

  “Gotdamn young nigga you smiling like she standing right in front of yo ass.”

  Congo had to laugh at himself. He hadn’t even realized he was smiling.

  “Shid I can’t help it. Lil mama tough.”

  “The one from the trailer?”

  Congo forgot Clint had saw him and Honey kissing on his lunch break the other day.

  “Hell yeah.”

  “Yeah she a pretty lil thang.”

  “Yeah I’m fucking with her.”

  For the rest of the day Congo and Clint worked side by side doing what they had to do to get done. If he could he would work with Clint every day. He was good people. He was an old head that knew a lot about life. It made the day go by faster when he was with him. Before he knew it the twelve long hot hours they had to work went by fast and it was time for him to go. When he got to his car he pulled out his phone and checked his messages. He had two from Honey and Five from Neeka.

  Honey: Hope you’re having a good day at work…thinking about you

  Honey: Hurry up and get off!!!

  Honey’s messages had him feeling so good he didn’t even bother to check the ones from Neeka. She was probably going off about the same shit anyway. Congo text Honey back as he pulled out of the parking lot.

  Congo: It was cool. I thought about you too beautiful

  She text back instantly.

  Honey: Will I see you today?

  Congo: Headed to you now

  Honey: K. I’ll be waiting.

  Congo threw his phone on the seat and drove to his apartment. After he took a shower and got clean then he’d go see Honey. He know she claimed to like when he looked dirty but that wasn’t him. He liked to have his appearance together when dealing with people. When he walked into the house Neeka was sitting on the floor doing one of her friend’s nails. He thought about not speaking but didn’t want to be rude.

  “What’s up y’all?” He walked through the living room past them.

  “Hey Congo,” The friend spoke but Neeka sucked her teeth.

  He didn’t even want to acknowledge how childish she was being so he continued down the hall to their room. He kicked his work boots off and threw his bag on the floor of the closet. He grabbed some gym shorts and a shirt from his drawer before going to take a shower. He washed his hair, and brushed his teeth after scrubbing the di
rt and paint form his body. When he was getting out he heard the door open and in walked Neeka. Versus saying anything that would make her start fussing he opted not to say anything. He proceeded to dry off while she watched. He didn’t understand what it was she was trying to do because he wasn’t in the mood to fuck he so he hoped that wasn’t it. With her arms folded across her chest she leaned against the wall and looked him up and down.

  “What you want?” Irritation was evident in his voice.

  “Why I gotta want something?”

  “You standing there like you want something so tell me what’s up.”

  She walked over to him and started kissing on his chest. She swirled her tongue around his neck weakening his resistance. Against his will his dick started to rise. When she felt it she reached down and began to massage the tip while still kissing on him. As much as Congo didn’t want to he was enjoying this. Neeka licked down the front of his body.

  “Why you been so mean to me?” She kissed his stomach.

  “Cuz you don’t know how to fucking act.”

  She kissed his stomach again, this time a little lower.

  “I just want you to get money baby.”

  She kissed the tip of his dick and he inhaled deeply.

  “Make this money for us.” She damn near swallowed his dick next.

  Congo had to hold on to the wall for support. She was suctioning her jaws and making all kinds of noises. He knew what she was doing but it was feeling too good to stop her. Every time they were mad, this is how they would make up. From the sensation her tongue was giving his balls at the moment, this time would be no different.

  “You hear me baby?” Neeka took Congo’s whole dick down her throat and swallowed. His knees buckled and he almost fell. “You need to hit the block,” she pulled his dick out and pushed it right back in. “And get this money. Fuck this square ass job.” She pulled it out and was about to push it back in, but he pulled away. He pushed her forehead causing her to stumble back.

  “Get the fuck away from me. You always saying stupid shit.”

  Neeka fell backwards on the floor and into the cabinet. She looked dumb as hell when she did it, Congo had to fight to keep from laughing. Her dumb ass. He snatched his shorts from the counter and pulled them up around his waist. His deodorant and cologne was next. Once he freshened up, he put on some lotion, put on his shirt, and brushed his hair.

  “You make me so fucking sick. You act like the shit I say be so wrong.”

  “Neeka, what the fuck you want me to say? I’m not doing the shit no more. If you that unhappy with the way I take care of you then take your ass and find another nigga.” Congo was about to leave out the door but turned around again. “Better yet take your raggedy ass and hit the corner and slang some dope. Maggot ass hoe.” He slammed the bathroom door and stormed into their bedroom.

  He snatched his red gym bag from the closet and started throwing everything he could find in it. Not that he had much shit left after her little tantrum. Before he could finish grabbing his stuff she came in the room and slapped him upside the back of his head.

  “You aint said shit. Nigga I been fucking somebody else. I was just trying to give yo ass a chance to get your shit together.”

  Congo’s body got hot and his hands started shaking. He had to leave and he had to leave now.

  “Fuck you and your square ass job. Get the fuck up out my shit nigga.” Neeka went in the closet and started throwing all his fitted hats at him. They were hitting him in the head and across his back.

  “Bitch fall yo muthafuckin ass back fo’ I beat the shit out you.” Congo’s voice boomed.

  “Please do it. Yo ass will be locked up so quick and fast your fucking head will be spinning.”

  “Threaten me again and see don’t I put my foot in yo ass.”

  Neeka walked directly up to him and pushed his forehead. “My nigga will rock yo ass Congo. Don’t fuck with me.”

  Congo wrapped his hand around her throat and slammed her against the door. “You think I care about you fucking another nigga with yo loose pussy ass? Bitch he can fuck the walls out that weak ass pussy I don’t give a fuck. Just like you got another nigga I got another bitch. Fuck you talking bout hoe.”

  Neeka rolled her eyes. Congo was so sick of this bitch. He let her neck go and went back to grabbing his clothes. He had his bag filled with stuff, and all of his hats in his hand. He looked around to make sure he wasn’t leaving anything important. He could grab all his little items over again, he wasn’t about to waste another minute in the house with Neeka.

  “Get this shit! I don’t want my man looking at none of your mess when he comes over here.”

  Congo lost it.

  “You been had another nigga in the spot I pay bills at?”

  Neeka crossed her arms over her chest. “Damn straight.”

  WHAP!

  Congo slapped Neeka to the floor. But he didn’t stop there, before she could get up he was on her. He grabbed her by her neck again and stood her back up. His hand came down hard across her face two more times. “You got another nigga laying up in my shit. I should kill yo ass. Stupid ass girl.”

  Neeka was slapping at his hands but that wasn’t helping. He slapped her a few more times before throwing her on the ground. She hit her head against the nightstand but he didn’t give a fuck. She could bust that muthafucka wide open for all he cared. He grabbed his things and hurried from the house. He threw it into the trunk of his car and drove off. He was so angry he could hardly think straight. When he pulled up to Arizona and Toro’s crib Honey and Arizona was sitting on the porch. Honey was sprawled out on the porch swing on her stomach, drawing in her book. While Arizona sat in the chair next to her. They had the music playing inside the house loud enough to hear it outside. They looked like they were vibing extra hard. Congo wasn’t made at em’. He wished he felt as peaceful as they looked. When he closed his car door they both looked up at him. Honey smiled and jumped from her spot on the swing. She ran to him and jumped into his arms. He had to drop his bag so he could catch her. Her legs wrapped around his waist while her arms circled his neck. She kissed behind his ear a few times as he held her. He hadn’t moved since picking her up. He just wanted to savor the moment. She felt so good in his arms. Her soft skin and her smell. It was just what he needed at the moment.

  “I missed you all day. I couldn’t even think.” Her voice was a little muffled but he heard her.

  Congo sighed deeply and held her tighter.

  “You okay babe?” Honey leaned back so she could see his face.

  “I’m cool. Give me a kiss.” Honey kissed his lips. Then his nose before hugging him back close to her body.

  “This the shit a nigga needed.” Congo held her for a few more minutes sniffing her hair and shoulders.

  “Y’all acting like y’all aint just see each other last night. Damn.” Arizona yelled.

  Honey laughed while Congo shot her a bird. He slid Honey down the front of his body and stood her on her feet. She didn’t move and neither did he. He looked her up and down. She had on a pair of black shorts and a black shirt with the sides cut out. Her hair was wild all over her head like maybe she’d washed it earlier or something and she smelled good. It wasn’t a perfume smell though. It was softer more like a scented lotion or something. Honey leaned forward and kissed his chin.

  “Come on.” When she leaned over to pick up his bag he pinched her butt and took it from her.

  “Give me this damn bag. I got it.”

  “I was just trying to help you.” She walked ahead of him.

  Congo wrapped his arm around her neck and pulled her backwards into him. “You already did.” He kissed the top of her head.

  “Y’all are killing me.” Arizona watched them come up the stairs to her porch and sit down.

  Honey went back to her spot on the swing and Congo sat down with her. She laid back on her stomach and threw her legs over his lap. Congo ran his hand down her back and rested it on her the back
of her thighs just below her butt.

  “Man sis, this bitch gon’ have me in jail with her dumb ass.”

  Arizona looked over at him. “Who Neeka?”

  Congo went into detail about the whole situation that had just transpired at his and Neeka’s apartment. Honey and Arizona both were all into his story. Honey looked sympathetic while he could hardly keep Arizona from going off.

  “Take me over there Congo. I’m bout to beat this bitch to sleep.” Arizona stood up.

  “Sit yo ass back down. I already slapped her ass around a few times.”

  Arizona slapped his shoulder. “Now why you do that? You already know she about to call the police on your ass. You on probation stupid.”

  “Man fuck her!” Congo was back angry.

  Honey looked back over her shoulder at him. He looked around the porch at everything trying not to look at her. He could feel her watching him but looking at her weakened his conflict and right now he wanted to be mad. He needed to stay mad in order not to play into the feelings Honey was making him feel. Too bad she wasn’t about to let that happen. She sat up and looked at him. Now he was forced to look at her.

  “So you are a woman beater?”

  All three of them laughed. Honey’s statement was exactly what they needed to ease the tension on the porch. For the next few hours they all kicked back and chilled. Congo had gone into the kitchen and got them a few beers from the fridge. Once Toro got home, he changed and joined them on the porch. The jokes and laughs were endless. They even pulled out the card table and played spades well into the night. It was almost three in the morning when Congo announced he was going to his parent’s house.

  “Nigga, if you don’t take your drunk ass up them stairs with Honey and go to bed.” Toro folded the legs on the table.

  “I aint trying to invade. I know you and Z be getting it in.”

  “Listen, don’t worry about what the fuck we be doing. Worry about giving Honey the dick she needs. Judging by the way that nigga looked yesterday he couldn’t have been fucking her properly.” Toro told Congo and they immediately erupted in laughter.