by Mz. Lady P
Chapter Nine-Yoshi
I Need You Bad
It was mighty funny how every time Thug and his wife were going through shit, he ran straight to my fucking house. Not only had I been someone for him to vent to, I had also been some wet ass pussy for him to slide up in. I gave it to Thug however and whenever he wanted it. He could front for his wife all he wanted to, I've fucked her husband more times than she would like to know. Like the good obedient side bitch I am, I have never ratted on his ass and told her ass what the fuck had really been going on.
At first, it was just a fuck for me, but being around him more, I realized I wanted to be more than just some side bitch. I wanted Thug all to myself. I was so infatuated with him that I told all the other strippers to stay the fuck away from him. I would be the only bitch giving him lap dances and riding on that big ass Anaconda. I saw why his wife was so fucking crazy over his ass. That nigga knew how to lay that pipe and fixed all the fucking plumbing. I had to get used to his size. His ass had me walking bowlegged for days.
Shit was going so good for us. She just had to show her ass up at the club. Walking in her expensive ass clothes and shoes. Her ass was walking around like she owned the fucking place. I didn't own it, but I was top dog around that bitch. It really pissed me off as I watched her shake and gyrate her ass all over him. He made me even madder by trying not to acknowledge me, especially since we had just got off the phone making plans to meet up later that night.
I knew she was his wife and that was why I complimented her. She was fake as hell complimenting me on my Red Bottoms. She couldn't even hold a straight face when she spoke. I had to throw it out there that my boo bought them for me, but in actuality he had never bought me shit. I was in the process of trying to work my number on his ass. I saw him when he went in the bathroom and I made sure to follow his ass in there and lock the door.
I sucked his dick as if my life depended on it. I wanted to swallow his seed, but instead he let loose all over my face. I was so mad he did that shit, but I didn't show my anger. Once we exited the bathroom, I never even saw the bitch coming at me until I was on the floor. I still couldn't believe the bitch took my shoes. That was the only pair of Red Bottoms I had. After the fight I had no intentions on going with Thug, but once I got in the car with him, that shit quickly changed. I was definitely going to fuck him just to spite her.
The gunshot wound to the chest I received courtesy of her caused my fucking lungs to collapse. I had every intention on pressing charges on that bitch. Thug talked me out of it by giving me ten thousand dollars and one last fuck. I bet his wife didn't know about that. After that last time, he cut all ties with me. It had been a minute since I had heard from him. It was in his absence, I wanted him in my life. I yearned for him at night when I masturbated, wishing my fingers was his dick. I slowly started to get used to the fact that our little fling was over.
Out of the blue, he called me and showed up at my door drunk as fuck and looking a hot ass mess, but still sexy as hell though. I let him in and led him to my bedroom. I was definitely getting me some that dick. As soon as he hit the bed, he was out like a light. This nigga knew he slept hard as hell.
I undressed him and he didn't feel a thing. That was until I started playing with his dick, and knew then he was definitely drunk when he started calling me Tahari. I made sure to use that shit to my advantage. I put it in my mouth and went to town. I was mad as hell because his shit would not get erect for nothing in the world. I even tried to put it inside of me while it was soft and nothing happened. I was so mad at his ass. I just decided to take a fucking picture and tag the bitch in it. Served her ass right for shooting me in the first fucking place.
Not long after he woke up and went back to his hotel. He just got up, put his clothes on, and walked out like it wasn't shit. This nigga was cocky as hell. Who the fuck did he think he was to cause all this drama in my life? I was so over his ass. He wasn't getting out fast enough. I couldn't wait until that bitch saw that picture. I hoped and prayed I crushed her heart and soul. Her ass was so in love with his ass. The bitch had no clue how he passed out the dick.
Not even an hour after he left, he was blowing my phone up, but I refused to answer. I pressed ignore and sent his ass straight to voicemail. When I finally did listen to the voicemails ,he had left me a few choice words and death threats, which I knew he had no problem acting on. It was then I decided to get to him first. If I couldn't have him, neither could that bitch or all them damn BeBe Kids.
Chapter Ten- Keesha
Everything Comes to the Light
I'm so sick and tired of Quaadir and all the bullshit that came with being married to his ass. I loved my husband lord knows I do, but I didn't know how much more a bitch could take. I watched as I introduced Quaadir and Tahari to one another. The way they looked at each other let me know that they already knew each other. My feelings were so hurt as I watched Quaadir constantly looking over in her direction. He acted as if his children and me were not sitting at the table with him. I was so happy when she left the restaurant. It was only then that I had his undivided attention.
It took everything inside me not to stab his ass in the heart as he sat across from me. For the rest of the day, I didn't want to speak or even see Quaadir's ass. I should have stayed my ass in Atlanta. I felt like I was being held captive by Thug's ass. I didn't know what was going on with him and Quaadir, but some shit was not adding up. You would think after finding your long, lost twin brother their ass would be happy, but that was not the case at all. They acted like they hate each other.
I was glad Peaches had been keeping me company. She was so crazy. My girls loved the fact that they finally had a grandma to call their own. They have had Aunt Ruth, but she didn't want them calling her grandma. I was glad to see Peaches and Quaadir getting along better. Quaadir tried to act all hardcore, but I knew that it warmed his heart to finally know who his birth mother. I loved how Peaches had welcomed us into her family.
Since I'd been around her, I'd thought about my mother and whether she was alive or not. That bitch better hope she was dead because if we ever crossed paths, I was going to kill her ass. I knew my father was somewhere lurking in the shadows looking for me. They probably both are. I hadn't seen either one of them in eleven years.
I grew up in Miami, Florida. I never really knew what my parents' line of work was. I knew that my father had various businesses around the town. I had everything a little girl would ever want and need. To the outside world, I had it made, but behind closed doors I was enduring unspeakable horrors at the hands of my parents.
Since the age of eight, my father raped and sodomized me on a daily basis. He was so fucking brutal. I tried telling my mother what he was doing to me, but she told me that I shouldn't fight him and if I laid there and be still, he would be gentle with me. I hated her guts from that day forward. What type of mother sits back and allows her husband to molest their child? After years of sexual abuse at the hands of my father, I became pregnant with his baby at the age of fourteen. It was then I knew that I had to get as far away from them as I could.
My father had told me the code to his safe just in case something happened to him or my mother. As I sat and planned my escape, I knew that I needed to get some money in order for me to survive. I waited until they both left one morning and I hit the safe. I grabbed stacks of money without even counting and I got the fuck out of dodge. I brought a one-way ticket to Atlanta and I never looked back. A chance encounter led me into the arms of Quaadir. But, that's a different story for a different book.
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"Ahhhh! That shit hurt, Keesh,"Quaadir yelled out in pain as I changed his bandages on his wounds. I was being rough as hell on purpose. I snatched the tape off of his chest even rougher when Tahari's face flashed in my mind.
"Get the fuck off me! Your ass doing that shit on purpose." Quaadir pushed me so hard that I fell back into the dresser. I pounced on ass without hesitation.
"Nigga don't p
ut your fucking hands on me. I bet if I was that Tahari bitch you wouldn't be doing me like this." I was hitting his ass and he was trying his best to block the blows. I knew he was weak, so I used that shit to my advantage. I guess I got a little too carried away because I swung and it landed on one of his wounds. He backhanded my ass with so much force that I swear I felt my whole face shift to the other side.
My nose and the inside of my mouth was bleeding. I sat down on the side of the bed and held my head back to stop the blood from flowing. I wasn't mad that he hit me. That shit was a normal thing for us. We always had physical fights.
"What the fuck is you on with me, Keesha?" Quaadir came and sat next to me. He was holding a towel up to my nose. I took it from him and went inside the bathroom and I locked the door. I slid down to the floor and all I could do was cry. I made sure to cut the water on so that it could muffle my cries. I made it a habit to never cry in front of him. It showed signs of weakness. It was bad enough he cheated constantly and I forgave him every time. Mainly because he was all I had as far as family, but I didn't know how much longer I could deal with his bullshit. My love for him and my daughters were the only thing keeping me here.
After I got myself together, I took a shower and climbed into bed. Quaadir was already in bed. I pulled the covers up over me and turned my back to him. I felt him wrap his massive arms around my waist.
"I'm not going to be able to fix things if you don't tell me what the fuck got you so mad at me." I rolled over in bed and stared in his beautiful eyes before I spoke.
"How long have you been fucking, Tahari? Please don't lie. I watched the way you looked at her today. You looked at her the way that you used to look at me. I'm not stupid, Qua. You and her have known each other way before I introduced y'all. Do us both a favor and keep this shit one hundred. It's bad enough you make a fool out of me back in the A, but you shitting on me here in Chicago as well."
"There is nothing going on with me and her. That's Thug's wife. I've been down here to kill him, but shit got all fucked up for me down here. I had to use Tahari to get closer to him. In the process, one thing led to another and we did have sex, but this was before we knew that Thug and I was related."
"So, that explains why y'all beefing so hard. I can't believe all this shit is over pussy. I'm so fucking done with this shit. I'm going home after the dinner at Peaches' house. As far as I'm concerned you can stay your ass here. I want a divorce." I jumped out of the bed and tried to walk out, but Quaadir blocked me.
"Get the fuck out of here with all that divorce bullshit. I fucked up and I know that. Please don't leave, Keesh. Let me make this shit right. You can't go home anyway it's too much bullshit in the air. I need you here beside me. It's some major shit about to go down."
"I'm fed up, Qua. I can't do this shit no more. Please let me go!" I was trying my best to get out of his arms. On the other hand it felt so good. It had been so long since I felt his touch. We'd been fighting since I got here. Quaadir pushed me back on the bed and dropped down to his knees. He slid two fingers inside my pussy and played with my clit at the same time. He gently began to suck on my inner thighs. He slowly and methodically made love to my pussy with his mouth. I was squirting all over the damn place.
"Please don't stop, Quaadir. Oh, my God I missed this shit." Quaadir stood up and let his boxers fall to the floor. I bit down on my bottom lip as he slid his hand up and down his already hard member. He climbed in between my legs and plunged his dick into my pussy. I was so wet it felt like he was swimming in my shit. He was roughly thrusting in and out of me. I grabbed his face and started to kiss him. I tasted all of my juices as our tongues found one another. His dick was feeling so good that I momentarily forgot that we were fighting minutes earlier.
"You still want a divorce?"
"No," I moaned out in a low tone.
"You staying here with your husband right?" He pulled his dick all the way out and dived back in with so much force I swear I felt in my damn throat.
"I'm staying here with you baby!" I yelled out so loud I was pretty sure I woke up my daughters. Not long after, we came at the same time. I just laid there trying to get my thoughts together. The only sound that could be heard in the room was Quaadir breathing heavily.
"I promise I'm gone make this shit right, Keesh. Just stick it out with a nigga. I know I don't deserve it, Baby, but I need your support." Quaadir rolled over and kissed me on the lips. I returned the favor. As much as I wanted to protest, I didn't have the heart to.
In my heart I knew I wasn't leaving my husband. I had been through too much with his ass. It had been a long time since I stood beside my man and let my trigger finger do the talking. I needed to come out of retirement. These bitches sleep on me and over the years Quaadir forgot I was not to be fucked with. He knew for a fact it was going to take more than a good dick down to make me feel better. He just awakened the sleeping beast that he created.
Not to mention, I needed to have a sit down with this bitch Tahari. I already knew that with her being Thug's wife, eventually we would have to be in each other's presence. I was not beat for fucking with fake bitches, so we were going to have to get some shit straight. She needed to stay away from my husband because I had no problem with throwing the pussy at Thug with his fine ass.
Chapter Eleven- Thug
The Kenneth Brothers
With all the bullshit that had been going on, I had yet to meet up with my team and let them know about this Quaadir situation. It was the night of the family dinner and I knew that I needed to tell them about helping this nigga out of that jam. I arranged for all of us to meet up at the warehouse. I wanted this shit to take place prior to the dinner because Quaadir and his family would most definitely be attending.
Quaadir and I were already at the warehouse waiting for Malik, Dro, and Sarge to arrive. Since the day I took him to the vacation house, I had been stopping by just to get a feel for his ass. After doing some research, I found out he was big shit in Atlanta. He was in my neck of the woods now. I was the only nigga that was big shit around these parts. I had held off on asking who sent him because I wanted my crew to be present.
We sat in silence as we passed a blunt back and forth between us. One thing I liked about him, he never showed his hand; here he was getting ready to meet niggas that had been gunning for him, and he was laid back cool, calm, and collective. He definitely was my brother. I made sure to never act as though I was ecstatic about him being my twin. My goal was to find out why he was gunning for me first.
"The Money Team is here!" Dro yelled as he entered the warehouse with Malik and Sarge behind him.
" What's up nigga spit that hot shit now?" Malik was on straight beast mode. One thing about my little brother when he was at a nigga's head, he followed through with all threats. I looked over and Quaadir had upped his Desert Eagle.
"Put that shit up, both of y'all. We're here on business. Put all that rah-rah shit to the side for a minute.
"Fuck all that. Nigga you had that bitch kidnap my motherfucking son!" Before I knew it, Sarge gave Quaadir a quick ass combo. He recovered and threw some punches back. Before they could really get to humbugging, me and Dro pulled them a part. Malik's ass was standing there laughing as he smoked a blunt.
"I didn't have shit to do with no fucking kidnapping. I didn't even know the bitch had done the shit. That wasn't a part of what the fuck I came here to do. Let's get this shit over with. I need to get back to wife and kids."
"Calm the fuck down everybody! I called this meeting so that we can put all the bullshit on the table. As you all know Quaadir is my twin brother and your brother Malik." I looked over at Malik and gave his ass a stern ass look because I knew he was getting ready to say some smart shit. "I know that we're all running off emotions and adrenaline, but in order for us to get to the bottom of this shit we need to put all our egos to the side and our guns on the table."
We all went around the table one by one and put our guns on the table. I could t
ell that my crew wasn't feeling this shit. I didn't give a fuck; I was still the head of this fucking family and I called the fucking shots. With respect to the fact that they held me down no matter what. I gestured towards Quaadir for him to take the floor and let us know what was really good.
"I was contracted by the Gianelli Crime Family to take you out, Thug. I never ask questions. I just do my hit and keep the fuck moving. Besides having the A on lock, I'm also a contract killer. Before I even came into contact with your family, I had pictures of all of you coming and going. I'm not sure what you did to Don Gianelli, but that nigga want you out of the picture. We're all men here and I'll be the first to admit that Tahari was my target to get closer to you. I went a little too far--" I cut that nigga off in mid sentence. Just hearing him say my wife's name had me wanting to reach for my gun and blast his ass.
"You can skip over that part. Don't even let her name roll off your tongue," I said as I opened a fifth of Remy.
"If I had known that y'all was my blood, I never would have came at y'all on this bullshit. I would have murked that fat motherfucker on sight."
"Have you ever heard of Vinny Santerelli?" Malik asked as he knocked back a shot of Remy. He was giving Quaadir the death stare. I felt like a proud father. I had trained my brother to become a ruthless goon and let a motherfucker know not to fuck with him.
"I never heard of him before. Why? Is he someone I should now?"
"He's our father. For a minute I thought he was behind all of this shit. On some real shit, we need to get at the motherfucking Gianelli's. Are you riding for your blood or nah? It would break Peaches heart if you weren't riding for your blood," Malik said as he continued to stare Quaadir down.
I sat back and let my Lil Bro run the show. I had been thinking of handing over everything to him. I was ready to get out of the game. I needed to be a better husband to Tahari and a better father to my seeds. Malik just showed me that he could run this shit without me. After we off these motherfuckers who want me dead, I was out of the game. That was a wonderful feeling; I'll be damn near thirty years old and retired.
