Fallin' For a Thug

by Mz. Lady P

  Fallin’ For A Thug

  By: Mz. Lady P

  &

  Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 2015 by Mz. Lady P and Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

  No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writer permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  LUCINDA’S ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  First and foremost, I would like to thank God, if it wasn’t for him, none of this would have been possible. Next, I want to thank my readers, you guys are the best supporters an author could ask for. To my kids; Kamauri, Kaiden, and Khyree, I know you don’t understand why I’m always locked in the room with this laptop in my lap, but just know everything I do, I do for y’all. Mommy love y’all!! Brian Mesidor, my husband. Thank you for making me your wife, I love you!! Shout out to Mz. Lady P, you are such an amazing woman and writer. It was such an amazing experience working with you!

  To the ladies at Shan Presents, you ladies are truly amazing, this is our year ladies so lets get to #WERK! Last but not least, Myss Shan, if it wasn’t for you and all your hard work, I wouldn’t have made it this far. You are such a wonderful publisher and I am pleased to be apart of your company. This goes beyond books; this has become a sisterhood.

  Mz. Lady P’s Acknowledgements

  This time around I would like to keep things short and sweet. I can’t help but to be thankful for all God has done for me. I’m BLESSED. Thank you to all of my family and friends that support me to the fullest. To my sons, Larry and Latrell thanks for motivating me. I do this for you guys. Mommy loves you. Very Special thanks to Shantoinette Richardson and David Weaver for always believing me and motivating me to grind harder. Shot out to my boo Lucinda John for collaborating with me on this masterpiece. Shout out to all the beautiful ladies of Shan Presents for the constant support that we show one another #WeGotThis. Major shout out to Bankroll Squad #WeAreFamily. Last but not least, thank you to all of my Readers without your support, I’m nothing.

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  Chapter 1-Khalil "K’Money" Kain

  “Kain, shower up before release,” one of the correctional officers said as he unlocked the cell doors that had been keeping me caged up like a fucking animal for the past five years. I got up from the hard cot that the state claimed was a bed and followed the guard to the shower room. Since today was my release day, I was the only one in here, so I decided to fully undress to take my shower.

  “You have five minutes,” the fat pig said before taking his post outside the door.

  I turned the hot water knob on and allowed the water to get as hot as it possibly could before immersing my body in it. I allowed the beads of water to fall on my head as I thought of all the shit I had been through while incarcerated in this hellhole.

  I was confused as to why I had to serve five years in prison, to this day that shit wasn’t adding up. My gut told me that I was set up because the charges that were brought against me wasn’t enough to cost me five years of my life. There was a snake somewhere on my squad and I wasn’t going to sleep until I beheaded that motherfucker.

  A pair of soft hands rubbing against my body stirred me out of my thoughts. I could tell that it was Warden Belinda Cooper by the warm vanilla scent that seemed to be permanently attached to her skin. When I found out that I was being sent to the Georgia Department of Corrections I was happy as fuck just for the simple fact that it was ran by a bitch and if I played my cards right, I’d have that bitch eating out the palm of my hands and my five year stay wouldn’t be in vain.

  The moment I stepped foot inside these dingy ass halls, I was called inside the warden office and that was the first day I blew her back out. I gave her the best dick her forty five-year-old pussy had ever gotten and she was hooked. I was able to run my empire right here from my jail cell and still stack my dough. Five years without touching the money that I’d made, I calculated that I should have five hundred million dollars added to the millions that I had stashed in some off shore accounts.

  “How about some goodbye pussy?” Belinda whispered in my ear. I turned around and looked over her nice thick body. For her to be forty-five she carried it well. Flexing my muscles I lifted her and pushed her back up against the shower wall.

  “I ain’t going in the rain without a raincoat,” I whispered back in her ear while sucking on her neck causing her body to shudder. Ever since I got my baby mama La’Quasha pregnant, I vowed to never bust a nut in another bitch. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my daughter with all my heart and I couldn’t wait to meet her for the first time, but her mama was a ghetto ass snake.

  While Qua was pregnant with my daughter, I was locked up. When she was born, she refused to bring my daughter to come see me. She wouldn’t even let me talk on the phone with her. All this stress because a nigga didn’t want to be with her ass. After she admitted that she took out her IUD and purposely got pregnant by me to ensure that I would always be a part of her life, I decided that as soon as I got out, I was going to get full custody of my daughter and fuck that bitch up.

  “I got you covered daddy,” she said as she ripped the wrapper of the Magnum with her teeth, and used her hot, wet mouth to apply it to my dick. I’m really going to miss this cougar's pussy; I thought as she gave me bomb ass head. Pulling her up by her long mane, I roughly pushed her into the wall and spread her legs open. Messaging the tip of my ten inch dick until the veins were visible, I rammed the whole thing in her and began fucking her just the way she liked to be fuck.

  Belinda was a freak; she had a sexual itch that her husband couldn’t scratch. She liked when I slapped her, pulled her hair, and beat her pussy up.

  “Damn daddy!” she growled as I continued to feed her pussy nice, long deep strokes. She was old enough to be my mama and I had the bitch calling me daddy. Bending her all the way over, I had her touching her toes. Sucking on two of my fingers I shoved them in her ass and she screamed out to the heavens begging for mercy on her soul.

  Feeling her nut for the third time, I pulled off the condom and made her suck my dick until I was ready to nut. Pulling my dick out of her mouth, I gave her a nice facial then resumed to taking my shower. I had other shit to worry about than pussy at the moment. I was ready to get home, so I could get back to what I knew how to do best, hustle.

  “I guess this is goodbye, huh?” Belinda said washing off her body

  “I guess so.” I shrugged turning off the water

  “Maybe we can link up outside these walls.”

  “Nah, I don’t think so. We both got what we wanted, so let’s just let it go.”

  “After all the shit I did for you, you’re just going to drop me like last week’s trash?”

  “You helped me out and in returned I paid you in dick, so we even!” I snapped before leaving her dumb ass behind.

  I walked back in my cell and there was a Foot Locker bag on my bed. Pulling out the clothes, I nodded in approval; my nigga Gunz was really looking out for me. Gunz was my right hand man; we’d been kicking it since our days in the womb. We shared everything growing up; clothes, shoes, thots, what was mine was his and vice versa. He always had my back, so it was only right when I made it big that he was right there by my side.

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bsp; Since I was locked down, I was running everything through him and he was delivering. I never had no problems out of my nigga and that was why I fucked with him the long way. Now as for his cousin, Eboe, that was a different story. My blood ain’t rock with that nigga, but for my love for Gunz, I tolerated his ass.

  Dressed in a blue, grey, and white Jordan sweat suit, I rocked my fit with these new True Blue Jordan’s. Pulling out my chains, I placed them around my neck along with the diamonds that I wore in each ear. Spraying down my body with the Curve for Men Cologne, I flexed in the small mirror that was in my cell. I was so fly that I’d rob myself if I wasn’t already a made man.

  “Time to go, Kain.” one of the officers said before he unlocked the cell doors for me. I was that much close to freedom that I felt my dick get hard.

  “About damn time,” I snapped

  “Don’t get fucked up before you go.”

  “Try it pussy nigga,” I seethed.

  “You gon’ fuck around and not get released.”

  “And you gon’ fuck around and catch some hollow tips!”

  “You’ll be back pussy!” he said as he led me down the corridor to retrieve the items I came with. I declined everything except the ten thousand dollar check, which was the remaining balance of my commissary.

  “Suck my dick!” I said as I stuffed the check in my pocket and walked out of the building that held me hostage for five years.

  I looked around the parking lot for any sign of Gunz, but wasn’t able to locate him. My heart started to pound when I saw an all black Escalade sitting on 32’s with all black tints. The car was parked in the far corner of the parking lot, but started to slowly drive up towards me. I ain’t have no fye on me so if the person came to body me then I was a done nigga. The car then stopped directly in front of me and a cloud of smoke rushed out of the window as it was slowly let down.

  “Nigga, why you looking like you about to shit in your pants?” Gunz asked as he poked his head out of the window.

  “My dude you almost gave a nigga a heart attack and shit,” I laughed and jumped in the passenger’s seat.

  “Damn nigga bout time!” Gunz said handing me the blunt he was puffing on. I could tell he was already high by how low and red his eyes were.

  “They couldn’t hold a real nigga down for too long,” I said and took a long pull of the blunt as I savored the taste of the grape cigarillo.

  “Nigga five years long enough!”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I coughed. “What’s good tho?” I asked referring to how business was going.

  “Everything is straight just how you left it. Yo crib done, too.”

  “Good looking out son.”

  “No doubt, we fam!”

  “Word.” I bobbed my head to the Rick Ross single that was blasting through the speakers as I puffed on this good Cali shit. While on lock down, I hooked up with this cat from Cali that had some good ass weed. In addition to the birds I was supplying the city with, I had the best weed too. I was about to become bigger than what I was five years ago. My money was about to be on a whole other fucking level.

  “What’s the move?” Gunz asked

  “Lenox Square Mall. I need some new fits.”

  “Bet.”

  Gunz made an illegal U-Turn in the middle of the road and headed towards the mall. I wanted to snap on him for being so out of control, but I just charged it to the game. Gunz and I was like night and day. He was the irrational thinker and I was the one that calculated my every move.

  We got to the mall and I went dumb. I was the type of nigga who put a lot of pride into his appearance. Standing at 6’2, I was considered a mix breed. My mother was black and my father was Arabian. I never met the dude, but my mother would often tell me that I resembled him a lot. I had this nice rich smooth mocha skin, hazel eyes, and long curly hair that the ladies loved to pull on. A lot of people said that I favor the singer Lloyd. I had to admit we did resemble; the only difference was that I was 250lbs of pure muscles. That five-year bid I did was like milk; it did my body good.

  “Yo shawty giving you that ‘I want to fuck you’ look,” Gunz said and nodded his head in the direction of this fine black bone. I got pussy the whole five years I was behind bars, so I wasn’t too pressed for it, but shawty was bad. I looked in her direction and hit her ass with the famous LL COOL J lip lick and went about my business.

  After blowing about five checks in the mall, I was ready to go. We was just about to pull off when shawty that was eye fucking me in the mall ran after us. Shawty walked up to me and held me hostage with those big, fat juicy titties that stood in my face like they were dying to get sucked.

  “What’s good ma?” I asked and leaned my tall frame against the car.

  “You.” She smiled as she exposed her dimples.

  “Me? Why is that?”

  “I’m trying get to know you.”

  “Oh, look at you macking a nigga,” I laughed and reached for the blunt that Gunz had already fired up.

  “Not macking, just going after something I want.”

  “So, you want me?” I took a pull of the blunt and blew the smoke away from her face.

  “Yes,” she boldly answered before she pulled the blunt out of my hand and took a pull. I could hear Gunz laughing in the back as I stood sizing her body up. Although she was fine and thick in all the right places, she ain’t have that wifey material quality in her. I could tell that she was an undercover La’Quasha.

  “Let me get you number and I’ll get up with you.” I said and handed her my THOT phone. Only females that I was willing to take seriously got my personal number, and the only female that I had calling me on that line was my mother. She grabbed my phone out of my hand and saved her name in adding a heart emoji next to it.

  “Aight then Erin, I’ll hit you up.”

  “I’m looking forward to it,” she said, but before she walked away, she turned around. “I didn’t catch your name.”

  “K’Money.”

  “K’Money? I like that.” She smiled as if she had just won the jackpot. Gunz and I sat back and watched her give the illusion that she was bowlegged as she walked while twisting her waist real hard.

  “Shawty is a toss up,” Gunz laughed as he pulled off.

  “You're right, so right after I get my dick sucked, I’mma toss her ass to you,” I joked

  “We at Magic city tonight.”

  “I’m all in. Time to celebrate all the birthdays I missed.”

  “I’m scooping you up or you driving.”

  “I’m trying push the Bentayga, did the dealership drop it off?”

  “Yes nigga that shit looking clean in yo driveway.”

  “Good looking out bra.”

  “K we fam, no pressure.”

  “We ball out tonight, then we make that money first thing in the morning.”

  “No doubt.”

  Gunz dropped me off in front of my new house. Before I went to jail, I had this blue print of how I wanted my house to look. Even though I got locked up, I made sure that Gunz was on top of making sure everything was built just the way I wanted it. Ma dukes and my auntie Rita was in charge of decorating it for me, so I knew my shit was going to look fly.

  I was hit with a blast of cool air and the scent of fresh linen as soon as I stepped inside of the house. ‘You have thirty seconds to punch in the code’ My alarm system chirped. Entering my mom’s birthday, it beeped then thanked me. Technology was really amazing these days. Standing in my foyer, I admired the house, everything looked just as I imagined.

  Walking up the circular stairway, I walked through each of the rooms. I had five bedrooms, five bathrooms and hopes of filling it up with babies real soon. Before I got locked up, I was a young nigga who still had Similac on his breath. The only thing I was really worried about was getting this money, flashing it, and fucking these hoes. Having five years of my life taken from me had me reevaluating my life. I had no plans on getting out of the games, but I did want to settle down
with the right chick and fill her up with my seeds.

  My stomach screamed at me, so I went in the kitchen to find something to eat. My kitchen resembled the ones that you see on the Food Network Channel; everything was top of the line. I went through the fridge and everything I put on my list was there. I pulled out two onion flavored Bubba burgers and grilled them on my indoor grill. Making sure that the oil in the deep fryer was hot, I dumped in some Checkers fries and rolled my weed while waiting for the food to finish cooking.

  Sealing my blunt closed, I fired it up and puffed on it. I had a shipment of this weed scheduled to come in the morning and I was excited. I was the youngest nigga in the game and I was killing it. The years I spent behind bars didn’t deter me from being a boss nigga. I still had the city of Atlanta on lock while I was in a cell doing push-ups.

  I was higher than a motherfucker as I went through the cupboards looking for condiments to finish topping my burgers with. I placed a couple of bacon strips on the grill and cooked them before I piled them on my burgers. I took a seat at the marble island and enjoyed my meal. Gunz sent me a text letting me know that he was rounding up the crew, so I decided to go get fresh.

  Stepping in the master bathroom, everything was all marble and glass just the way I wanted it. There was a showerhead placed on every angle of the walls, so I was able to rinse off my body without having to stand under one showerhead. Snatching the Cartier Déclaration d'un Soir Perfumed Shower Gel from the shower rack, I poured some on a rag and washed my body with it. Turning the water on the massage setting, I stood there and allowed the water to relax my body.

  Stepping out the shower, a nigga felt so fresh and clean. I flossed and brushed my teeth, and then shook a cap full of Listerine in my mouth. After handling my hygiene, I got dressed in a pair of Khaki pants, and an all white button up True Religion shirt. I laced up my suede Khaki Air Force ones and topped it all off with my jewels. I was in need of getting my hair braided badly, but in the mean time; I brushed it in a low ponytail and pulled my Khaki True Religion hat over it. I’m definitely getting some pussies wet tonight; I thought as I looked over myself in the mirror.