Fallin' For a Thug

by Mz. Lady P

  "Sneaky, trifling, conniving ass bitch!" Ronnie started beating my ass all over our bedroom. I was trying to get out of his reach, but he was on my ass. He was dragging me by my hair. I could feel it detaching from the roots. He was getting madder and madder because I was tussling back with his ass.

  "You want to fight back, huh?" In one swift motion, he kicked me hard as hell in my stomach causing me to fly back into our dresser. The mirror that was attached fell on my head and shattered. I could feel several pieces of the mirror sticking in my skin. Blood started pouring from my head profusely.

  "Oh, my God! Ronnie, Stop it!" He grabbed and pushed me face first into a wall. I felt my nose crack. I went down like a ton of bricks. The impact of my face and head hitting the wall knocked the wind out of me. I was crying so badly. I knew that I was caught cheating, but he cheated as well.

  "See what the fuck you made me do. I don't even want your tramp ass anymore. I'm glad I cheated on your ass. You need to pack your shit and get the fuck out. My baby mother and my daughter need a place to stay."

  Ronnie walked out of the room and I tried my best to get up off the floor. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. This nigga told me to get out of my house so he could move his side bitch and their baby in. This nigga had just whooped my ass like I was a nigga for cheating and he was the one with a baby on the way. I looked over on the floor and I was glad he dropped my phone. I grabbed it and tried my best to stand to throw on some clothes.

  I managed to go inside my closet and throw on a jogging suit. I cried from the pain I felt in my body. I put on a pair of Uggs. I had forgotten about my head and nose bleeding. When he revealed his secret, the blood stained my clothes and my shoes. I heard the sound of a woman's voice coming from downstairs. I made sure to grab all my credit cards and check books from my dresser. I was hurt, but I wasn't about to leave my shit behind. I was thanking God I always had a separate account outside of our joint one. I slowly walked down the stairs and the sight of Ronnie and Lori kissing made me fall down the remainder of the stairs.

  "Oh, my God! What happened to her, Ronnie?" I heard the bitch Lori say as if she cared. If I wasn't so fucked up, I would fuck her ass up. I couldn't believe this shit. I wondered did Tissa know about this? I shook that thought out of my mind immediately. Tissa was my sister and she would never betray me like this.

  "Shut the fuck up! Since when you gave a fuck about her." I jumped as Ronnie came toward me and grabbed me by my hair. He dragged me to the door and threw me out on my ass and slammed the door. Moments later, the door opened and my purse and car keys were thrown out. I was in so much pain all I could do was get in my car and sit there. I cried because no matter what, I'd always been a good wife to Ronnie. Knowing that he was fucking someone so close to home had me defeated. Knowing that she was pregnant hurt me even more.

  I tried calling Gunz, but he kept sending me to voicemail. I didn't want to call Tissa because she had enough on her plate with the Joubert situation. I started the car up and I managed to drive myself to the hospital. Tissa never answered. I just left her some texts and pitiful ass voicemails about my husband and her whack ass sister. If I had known all this shit was going on, I would have listened to Gunz sooner.

  Chapter 19

  La’Tissa

  I had been trying my best to calm Khalil down. Once we got Liyah home and took a look at her body, we saw all the welts all over her body. Khalil was livid and wanted to go back and kill Qua. I couldn't believe he had a baby with that ghetto ass bitch. She hated Tosha like she wasn't married to her brother. It was no secret that they didn't fuck with one another. I didn't like her ass because no matter the occasion, she always found a way to throw shade.

  I already knew she feeling some type of way about me being a relationship with Khalil. She better tread lightly because I wasn’t no scary bitch. I hoped and prayed she didn't have shit twisted.

  My phone kept going off during the night and I had no idea who it could be. I was too tired to answer it. Once the daylight hit, I got up and saw that all the missed calls were from Tosha. I looked at her messages and that's when I knew she was hurt.

  “Oh, my God! Wake up, Khalil. I need to go to the hospital and check on my friend." I was shaking the shit out of Khalil trying to wake him up. He finally sat up and tried to gather himself.

  "What happened to her?"

  "She said her husband beat her up. I swear to God I'm to kill Ronnie's ass myself."

  "Did you say Ronnie?"

  "Yes. Your baby mother's brother is married to my best friend Tosha." I watched as Khalil got out of bed and grabbed his phone. I didn't know who he was texting and I didn't care. I needed to get to my friend. Minutes later, Khalil came back in the room with a fully dressed Liyah. I was dressed already. “I'll take her downstairs and fix her some cereal. Hurry up, Khalil. I'm so nervous."

  "Calm down, Ma. I'm sure she's fine. Give me ten minutes and we can head over to the hospital." Khalil's reassurance made me calm down a little.

  ***

  I was wanted to scream when I walked inside Tosha's hospital room. My friend looked so bad. Her face was covered in black and blue bruises. Her nose was broken. She also had a brace on her neck. I felt so sorry for my friend. How could Ronnie do this to her; I thought to myself.

  "Hey Boo. How are you feeling?" I kissed her on her forehead and held her hand. She started to move around a little. I pulled an empty chair up to the side of the bed. I wanted to just sit right there with her. I hated that she had to go through this alone.

  "Don't cry, Tosha. Everything will be okay." Tears were rolling down her face and she was shaking.

  "Did you know about Ronnie cheating on me with Lori?"

  "What! Of course, not.

  "Lori is pregnant by Ronnie." I lost all my sense of understanding. I knew Lori was pregnant by some nigga, but never in a million years did I think she was pregnant by my best friend's husband. That bitch wasn't shit. Her ass put the T in trifling and I couldn't wait to beat her ass.

  "I'm so sorry, Tosha. I had no idea. You know that I would never keep something like this away from you." I was now crying too.

  "It's not your fault, Tissa. I still can't believe he attacked me like this."

  "You need to lock his ass up."

  "That won't be necessary. I'll handle that. Can I have a minute with, Tosha," Gunz said as he walked towards the bed with an angry look on his face. Tosha tried to cover her face in embarrassment, but Gunz pulled the cover back to access the situation. As I exited the room to give them their privacy, I looked back and saw him kissing her all over her face. I smiled because Gunz was a cool ass dude. Him and Khalil were a lot alike.

  They were just what Tosha and I needed. I saw firsthand how Khalil did Joubert. I could only imagine what Gunz was going to do to Ronnie. I hoped he kicked that ass real good. In the meantime, I needed to find this sneaky bitch Lori. Khalil had some moves to make, so I headed over to my mother's house and prayed the bitch Lori was there.

  My mother was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette. She stood up when she how fast I walking towards.

  "Where the hell is Lori at?"

  "Her grown ass moved out of here the day before yesterday. Talking about she was moving with her Baby Daddy. I told her ass she ain't nothing but that nigga’s side bitch. She won't listen to me. So, fuck her."

  "She's pregnant by Tosha's husband Ronnie. He beat the shit out of Tosha, put her out of the their house, and moved Lori in.”

  "What! That explains why Ronnie's sister and Lori have been hanging so tough. I don't trust that bitch as far as I can throw her." My mother was now flaming up another cigarette. She chain-smoked when she was mad. Just hearing that my sister had been hanging with Khalil's baby mother had me feeling some type of way. Lori was slow as hell. She never knew when people were using her. I had a funny feeling that stupid bitch Qua was about to be up to no good. I hardly ever talked to my mother about my personal life, but I needed her advice about Khalil and
I.

  "I need some advice from you, Ma." I sat next to her on the stoop.

  "Who is he, Tissa?" She blew the smoke out of her mouth and turned to face me.

  "How do you know it's about a man?"

  "The only time you want some advice from me it has to do with a man. So spill the beans."

  "I recently started dating this guy Khalil. He is the best. He treats me so good. I'm in love with him. There's only one thing though."

  "What's that?"

  "He's one of my Parolees. I never mix business with pleasure. It's just that, he's different. Khalil makes me want to break all the rules. I'm turning in my resignation. I can't work and continue to be his Parole Officer. That's a recipe for disaster.”

  "Yeah your ass in love. I've never heard you talk about being in love since that nutcase Joubert." The mention of his name sent chills through my body. I still hadn't came to the realization that this man was out of jail. I knew he was probably somewhere nursing his gunshot wounds. However, as soon as he got well, I knew he was coming after Khalil and me. Joubert was a sadist. He loved to inflict pain on others.

  "Joubert is out and he tried to rape me the other night." I held my head down as I spoke. I was so tired of him ruling over my everyday life.

  "That motherfucker is not supposed to be out. Tissa, I'm worried now. You need to be careful and carry your gun with you at all times."

  "Khalil came to my house just in time and shot the shit out of his ass. I'm no longer living in my house. Khalil insisted I move in with him and his daughter Liyah, which happens to be Qua's daughter. Khalil is Qua's baby daddy." My mother looked like she had grown two heads.

  "Lord, you and your sister going to give me a heart attack. I know that you can hold your own. I'm just scared that Joubert as going bring harm to you. I'm glad you got Khalil to protect you. If being with him makes you happy, I say go for it. On the other hand, your stupid ass sister has got herself in some shit. We have to let her learn from her mistakes. She's not going to listen to me or to you. I just hope Ronnie doesn't decide to use her for a punching bag."

  For the first time, my mother showed genuine interest in her daughters. I was in shock and amazement just hearing her speak so candid to me. We stayed and talked for a little while longer. I promised to bring Khalil to meet her. In the meantime, I needed to head back to the hospital to be with my friend. At this point, I had washed my hands with Lori. This was the last straw. She didn't care about anybody but herself. Tosha had never done anything to her and she didn't deserve what my sister and her husband were doing to her. I just hoped Gunz had my girl’s best interest at heart. She needed him now more than ever.

  Chapter 20

  Gunz

  When I walked inside Tosha's hospital room, I wanted to turn around and walk back out. I couldn't believe this nigga had beaten her like that. Her once beautiful face was now filled with black and blue bruises. This nigga had broken her fucking nose. Any man that beats a woman like that was a coward in my eyes. I hated that I cursed her out and made her leave my home. Maybe things would have turned out different that night.

  I was just tired of the back and forth between her husband and me. One minute she waned a divorce and the next she was not sure if she was ready to leave. I wasn't about to be her fucking side nigga. She was trying her best to convince me that it wasn't like that, but that was exactly how it was. It was rare that I fucked with bitches the way I fucked with Tosha. From the first time I seen her, I knew she was going to be mine. I had to really be feeling Tosha because I cut off all my other hoes and she wasn't even my woman.

  Her bitch ass husband had fucked up royally and he didn't even know it. This nigga had completely lost his mind beating her like that. Tosha knew that I wanted to kill his ass. She tried to make me promise to leave it alone. I kept it one hundred and told her I couldn't promise her that. As soon as I saw Ronnie’s bitch ass, I was going to beat the shit out of him. Just like he had done her.

  I was glad when the doctor said that Tosha could finally go home. Without a doubt, I knew that she was coming home with me. I wasn't taking no for an answer. After going back and forth about it, she gave in and I was happy as hell. I went out and bought her a whole new wardrobe. Whatever she wanted, I went out and got it or Tissa did.

  Once she was released from the hospital, I took her to my crib and catered to her every want and need. It had been a week since she was released from the hospital and I could tell that she was unsure of what to do next. I could tell that she was depressed and I hated to see her like that. I was used to her being all vibrant and sassy. She would just sit in the bedroom all day while I was there. I knew that she was embarrassed about her face, but I had assured her I didn't give a fuck about that.

  I couldn't wait to get my hands on that bitch ass nigga. He had shattered her self-confidence and that wasn't cool at all. I had been so wrapped up with taking care of Tosha that I fucked up big time. I was supposed to go and pick up the weed shipment, but instead I sent Eboe. From what he told me, the shipment never arrived. Some shit wasn't sitting right. Since K’Money touched down and got plugged with the weed connect, we'd never had a problem. The one time I send Eboe, there was some bullshit in the game.

  If that was not fucked up enough, this bitch ass nigga hadn't paid me my money I loaned him. I'd been trying my best to keep calm with Eboe’s ass out of respect of us being related. The last thing I wanted to do was have Khalil questioning my loyalty to him. We'd been through it all together. I kept the business going while he was away without any fuck ups. Eboe was on some other shit and I was starting to see what Khalil had been saying the entire time. Khalil was expecting me at any minute with the fucking weed and now I had to come clean and tell him that I fucked up majorly.

  "Good Morning. How are you feeling?" I asked Tosha as I placed her breakfast tray in front of her.

  "My nose is aching. Other than that I'm fine."

  "I have the ice packs in the freezer. The doctor said you have to use them twice a day to get the swelling down." She was getting ready to respond, but her phone started to vibrate on the nightstand. She looked at the screen and sat it back down.

  "Who was that?"

  "Ronnie. He's been calling since I was released from the hospital."

  "How come you didn't tell me that nigga been calling you?" I was trying my best not to be angry with her, but damn she was making that real hard at the moment.

  "I knew that you would get upset like you are now. I'm already a burden on you. I'm trying not to bring my drama into your life." Her eyes got glossy and I knew she was about to cry. That was the last thing I wanted to see.

  "You are not a burden and stop saying that shit. This is your home now and I got you going forward. Fuck that nigga. As a matter of fact, give me the phone." She handed me the phone and I stomped it into as many pieces as I could. "I'll grab you a new joint while I'm out handling business. Make sure you use the ice packs on your nose. I'll be back as soon as I'm done. Call me on my office phone if you need me."

  I kissed her forehead and got ready to head out. As soon as I got in my car, my cell phone started going off I answered and it was Khalil. All of our traps had been robbed and three of our workers had been killed. As if I already didn't have shit on my plate to deal with. I hit the steering wheel over and over again. We had just taken some major losses. Shit wasn't sitting right. Niggas knew not to fuck with our territory. It was about to be a bloodbath.

  Chapter 21

  K’Money

  The last thing I wanted to do was shut all my traps down, but I had no choice. Three of my best workers had been murdered and that shit had me livid. I knew for a fact that someone close to us did that shit. The hits didn't come from some random ass niggas looking for a quick come up. Whoever it was knew of our operation. In each of my traps we kept all the money and dope in the floorboards. The traps that got hit had all he fucking floorboards lifted up.

  I took a major loss. I needed to get my whole team together
and regroup. I so needed some fucking answers and the streets wasn't talking. That definitely let me know it was some inside shit. I had pretty good idea who was behind the shit. I couldn't act on an assumption. It was imperative I had all my facts together before I reacted.

  "I know some motherfucking body know something about my traps getting robbing." The whole room was quiet as a church mouse. Gunz was quiet as well, but I understood why. I was becoming more and more irritated with these niggas. I made eye contact with each and every one of them trying to see if anyone was being deceptive. I found nothing every nigga looked like they were telling the truth. The situation was becoming clearer by the minute.

  The nigga Eboe was not in attendance. He was definitely number one on my suspect list. This little stunt added to him fucking my baby momma had sealed the deal. I dismissed everyone except Gunz. We needed to have a sit down. It was imperative I found out where his head was at in regards to the Eboe situation. I decided to shut shit down for the rest of the week. The police was hot as hell investigating the robberies and the murders. My ass was on parole and the last thing I needed was the police all in my shit. While I laid low, I would spend some much needed time with my three favorite girls. My mom had been begging me to bring Tissa over to meet her. Plus, she missed Liyah.

  ***

  "I'm going to get straight to the point right now. Did you know that Eboe was fucking Qua?" I blew smoke from my mouth as I spoke.

  "What? Hell no. I don't know shit about that. You know if I did, I would have told you immediately. What makes you think that they're fucking around?" I passed the blunt over to him and eyed him as I continued to drive.

  "Sit back and I'll show you how I know." I continued to drive until I ended up on Qua's street. I parked a couple of houses down so that I wouldn't be seen. Unbeknownst to their asses, I had been staking out her crib since I first saw the nigga’s car in her driveway. They were definitely fucking around. Just like I expected, his car was in the driveway.