by Mz. Lady P
I had been following Don Gianelli for a whole week. He stayed with four or more bodyguards everywhere he went. Except one place--The Pink Monkey strip club. He always made them stay outside. On this day in particular, I decided to go inside just to see if I could get close to him. This strip club was upscale so there was already security throughout the facility. I observed Don Gianelli sit at the foot of the stage. I ordered a drink and sat in one of the booths. I couldn't risk being seen by his ass.
I had my fitted cap pulled down low over my eyes as I watched him get a lap dance by one of the baddest bitches in the room. She was dressed in a hot a pink two piece panty and bra set and a mask to match it. The hot pink lipstick on her lips complimented her beautiful skin. It looked like he was about to bust a nut right there. The stripper whispered something in his ear and he pushed away the rest of the strippers.
She grabbed his hand and led him to the back where they did private dances. He was happier than a kid in a candy store. I looked around to see if I saw a security guard paying attention. It was just my luck that was all preoccupied with breaking up a fight. I quickly made my way to the back. I pulled my gun from my waist and screwed on the silencer. I checked two rooms before I came to the third room. I peeked inside the curtain and I noticed Don Gianelli ass hole naked staring down the barrel of a pearl handled nine-millimeter. The stripper was getting ready to off his ass.
"If it's money you want you can have everything in my pockets. Just please don't kill me," he was begging and pleading for his life.
"This ain't about money motherfucker. It's about respect. You disrespected my Clyde and that makes Bonnie very unhappy."
"Do you have any motherfucking idea who I am you black bitch!"
"Who you are isn't important. However, you should have did your homework on who the fuck I am! My husband Thug sends his love." She raised the gun emptied the entire clip in his ass. I hid in one of the empty rooms as I peeked out and watched Tahari flee the scene out of the emergency exit. I made sure the coast was clear and got my ass the fuck out of dodge. I went back to the condo that I was staying in and tried to take in what I had just seen.
Tahari had taken out the head nigga. I didn't know if I should be mad or proud as hell. I packed my shit fast as hell; I needed to get home to my wife. I needed to know how the fuck Ta-Baby managed to pull this shit off without anybody knowing it. Her ass was slicker than a can of oil. I must admit it though she looked sexy than a motherfucker offing that nigga. As I jumped in my truck, I had to adjust my dick. Picturing Ta-Baby in that hot pink suit had me horny as hell.
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I'm an Outlaw got a Outlaw chick
Bumping 2PAC
On my outlaw shit
Jay Z and Beyonce's hit song On The Run was blasting through the speakers of our surround sound system. The smell of my favorite chicken and shrimp Alfredo permeated the air. I walked into the kitchen and Tahari was standing over the stove cooking in one of my tanks, a pair of red lace booty shorts, and cheetah print Red Bottoms. I was turned on but confused as hell at the moment.
"What's up baby?" I said getting her attention.
"Hey Bae. I missed you so much." She walked over and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. "Sit down so you can eat. I cooked your favorite." I sat down and I immediately started to eat. I hadn't had a decent meal in over two weeks. Tahari sat at the table with me, but she didn't eat. She sat and sipped on her wine.
"You're not going to eat anything?"
"No. It's all about you tonight. Hurry up and eat. Your bathwater is getting cold." I prayed she wasn't about to fuck me up next for leaving her and the kids. For the moment, I would just go with the flow. After I was finished eating, Tahari led me upstairs and undressed me from head to toe and led me to our bathroom. I sat inside the hot tub of water.
Tahari handed me a lit blunt and a glass of Remy. She took my AXE body wash and started to clean my entire blunt. She had a nigga feeling like a fucking King. For a brief moment, my mind drifted away from the fact that my wife had just killed the Don of one of the biggest Mafia families. I knocked backed the glass of Remy and poured myself another shot.
"Let me ask you something. Why are you pampering me? I should be the one pampering you." I took a pull from the blunt and exhaled the smoke in to the air. I leaned my head back because Tahari was now washing the family jewels. Tahari knew exactly what she was doing to me.
"You deserve to be pampered. I know that you've been stressed out. I just want to make you feel better." She gestured for me to get out of the tub and she dried me off. Tahari led me to the bed and she began to rub massage oil all over me
"I just want to let you know that I know why you left and I'm not mad. At first, I didn't understand. That was until I sat back and put two and two together. You would never leave us like that unless you had a good reason You did what you had to do to protect us and I love you for that. You're the best husband and father in the world."
"How did you manage to get to Don Gianelli before me?"
"That shit was easy. You led me to him. Did you forget that you had put GPS tracking systems on all of our cars? I've been following you for the last week. At first, I wasn't going to come after you. I knew I had to let you do you, but that shit didn't sit too well with me. The ride or die bitch in me couldn't sit at home and let you hold court in the streets without me."
"I don't even know what to say, Ma. You stay holding a nigga down no matter what." I pulled her close to me and hugged her tight around the waist.
"Don't say anything. Come on let's make love. We have a Mob Legacy to build."
"You know about that too, huh?"
"I'm your wife, your best friend, the mother of your children, and your Bonnie. It's my job to know everything about you." Tahari pulled her tank over her head and pulled off her panties.
"Leave them shoes on I want to make love to you while you're wearing them. Lay down and let me look at my pretty pink pussy." Tahari laid back and I admired the work of art in front of me. She had them raised so far back they were almost behind her head, giving me all access to what belonged to me. I took the glass of Remy I had and poured it on her pussy. I licked and slurped it all up. Tahari had a nigga drunk in love as her pussy juices and the Remy marinated on my tongue. I positioned myself in between her legs and slid into her love box. Her pussy muscles grabbed my dick and held it hostage as I slowly slid in and out of her.
"Oh, shit, Ka'Jaire!" I knew I wasn't hitting it right if she was calling me by my government. Without warning, I flipped her over and rammed my dick inside of her. I smacked her on the ass repeatedly as I sped up the pace as I began to fuck her brains out.
"What's my motherfucking name!"
"Oh, my God!" she screamed out in pleasure.
"Wrong answer. I said what's my motherfucking name!" I roughly grabbed her hair and I smacked her ass as hard as I could.
"Thuuggggg!!" She gripped the sheets as she screamed out in pain and pleasure. "Please, baby don't stop giving me this Thug Passion. I'm about to cum."
"Well, come then. Let all that shit out." Tahari creamed all over my dick and collapsed on the bed breathing heavily. I laid down beside her and she laid her head on my chest.
"You love it when I give you that Thug Passion."
"Yes. I've loved that shit ever since the first time we made love. I'm going to love that shit forever." She placed soft kisses all over my body and for the rest of the night we made love like nothing or nobody else existed in the world.
Epilogue
1 Year Later
The sound of Thug's Salvatore Ferragamo's and Tahari's Red Bottoms clicking across the marble floor caused everyone in the room to come to a complete silence. As usual their powerful demeanor commanded attention wherever they went. Nothing was different today. Some of the most powerful and ruthless Mob Bosses from around the world sat at the roundtable. They were in awe that such a young black man and woman was respected and feared at the same time.
It was the monthly meeting where all of the Heads of the family would come together and discuss business over drinks and good food. Thug and Tahari never ate or drank anything. They would just sit back, observe, and take notes. Tahari was the only woman at these meetings. Traditionally, a woman would never be able to sit at the roundtable, but most women weren't Tahari Kenneth. Thug knew that the men hid their hard ons as his wife walked into the room with her designer dresses on and draped in her diamonds. She was the wife of a Boss and Thug made sure she looked the part each and every time they walked out of the door. No one even called her Tahari anymore. She was simply, "Boss Lady".
Once Thug took his rightful place as a Mob Boss; he vowed that he would never run his family the traditional Mafia way. He would run it just like he always had. Only this time, everyone would have titles beside their names. Thug went by his own rules and did whatever the fuck he wanted and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
Once Thug took control of the Santerelli Family, he also took power and territory from the Gianelli Family. Both families were the only Mob factions operating in Chicago. Now that Thug reigned supreme over everything, he was now one of the most powerful Mob Bosses the Mafia had ever seen. He was already the King of the Chi, but now he owned the whole city out right.
Thug Inc. consisted of only family and a few of his most loyal men. He didn't feel the need to have a bunch of niggas on his team who never put their lives on the line with him. He refused to break bread with niggas who could be the cause of his downfall or his death. He worked too hard to get where he was.
Malik and Quaadir were the Under Bosses. Dro and Sarge were Enforcers and Thug had gave them control of their own territory. Over the years, they had put in so much work. They deserved to have free reign and make money that went straight to them. King had proved himself to Thug and he now sat in Thug's old position. Nasir and Dutch worked underneath them. The three young men had come a long way from being the local jack boys. Once they met Thug, he offered them a better way of getting money. It had been on and popping ever since.
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Once the meeting was over, Tahari and Thug made their way back to the Kenneth Estate. Don Santerelli had left so much land to Thug that he was able to build Tahari her dream home from the ground up. The house was built off the beaten path. Only family would be able to find out where it was. This time around Thug took the extra steps to ensure that his family was safe and away from their old lives. He knew for a fact his new status was sure to bring new enemies. The last thing he wanted was for his family to be hurt again.
Thug pulled into the winding driveway and wondered why the rest of the family was at his home. He hoped and prayed that nothing bad at happened. He hadn't received a phone call so he knew it couldn't be that. He looked over at Tahari and she wasn't concerned about it. That meant she already knew what was up. They exited the car and made their way into the house. Once they finally stepped into the foyer of their beautiful home, everyone stood to their feet and started to clap for him. He was trying to figure out what all this was for, so he looked over at Tahari for some type of clue.
"All of this is for you baby. Everyone just wanted to come and show you how much they appreciate all you do for this family." Tahari kissed Thug on the lips and slipped him some tongue. Malik, Quaadir, Dro, Sarge, King, Nasir, and Dutch all embraced their brother and Boss and dapped him up. Markese, Rahmeek, Kills, and Boogie did the same and handed him a briefcase that contained one million dollars. Thug insisted that they take the briefcase back. They were family. However, Markese insisted that he take it.
Thug was now head of the family and as long as his pockets were fat the rest of the families would be fat as well. Markese told Thug it was out of respect. Family had nothing to do with it. Ta'Jay, Barbie, Khia, and Keesha all embraced Thug and kissed him on the jaw. Trish, Aja, Stacy, Nisa, and Gail all did the same. Gail held her embrace just a little longer. She made sure to let him know that she was so proud of him. His favorite girl in the world Peaches hugged her son and kissed him all over his face. He had to pry her off of him and that made everybody laugh. Of course Peaches didn't find anything funny and went on a cursing spree.
After eating the dinner that had been professionally prepared, everyone sat around and just enjoyed each other's company. For the first time in a long time, everyone was together for a joyous and happy occasion. Not because it was beef in the streets and their lives were in danger. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at everyone in the room.
He was thankful that Ta'Jay really didn't blame him for Heaven's death. That lifted a large weight off of his shoulders. Ta'Jay and Sarge looked like they were the happiest they had been in a long time. She had recently given birth to another son Sema'Jay. Thug laughed a little as he looked at Barbie talking shit as usual; loud as ever. It seemed like Lil Malik coming into their lives made them stronger. Diamond had succumbed to Breast Cancer two months after she dropped him off. Barbie recently gave birth to another baby girl she named Paris. Malik had healed from his gunshot wounds and was looking like brand new money.
Thug shook his head as he looked over at Keesha and Quaadir arguing. All they did was fight and argue, but the love they had was evident. It warmed Thug's heart to see Keesha and Tahari become some close; after all they shared the same mother and the same ruthless father. After never getting a response from Tahari about forgiving her, Cassie killed herself. She left everything she owned to Keesha, Tahari, and to all of her grandchildren. She even left something for Ka'Jaire Jr. and Ka'Jairea. That made Thug have a little more respect for her.
Thug thought about how crazy it was that at one point they had been gunning for one another, now they were inseparable. Peaches called him, Malik, and Quaadir the Three Musketeers. Quaadir turned everything over to one of his associates in Atlanta. He made it up in his mind that he would never be separated from his family again.
Khia and Dro's relationship was better than ever. Khia had legally adopted Dro's kids. They had finally come around and fell in love with her. Peaches was sipping Patron and smoking on her cigarettes as usual. Vinny's money looked damn good on her. He left her a gold mine and she was taking full advantage of it. Thug knew that spending the money and taking lavish trips was her way of hiding her hurt and anger, not to mention the little boy toy she had been messing with. Peaches had turned into a Cougar. He didn't like the shit one bit.
Thug felt a since of pride as Ka'Jaire Jr., Ka'Jairea, Kaine, Kash, Ka'Jaiyah, Kaia, and Ka'hari came downstairs to hug and kiss him and Tahari before Marta put them in the bed for the night. All that he had worked so hard for would not be a vain. One day his sons and daughters would run his empire and carry on his Legacy.
Last but not least, he smiled and adjusted his hard on as he watched Tahari work the room. The way her ass and breasts looked in her bondage dress made him want to put everybody out and make love to her right then and there. He was patient though because he knew at the end of the night, he would have her in every position imaginable. Tahari caught Thug staring at her ass, so she walked over to him and whispered in his ear.
"You like something you see, Boss."
"I like everything I see, Boss Lady," he said as he hit her on the ass.
"Let's go upstairs. I've been feenin for some of that Thug Passion." Tahari reached down and grabbed his manhood. He stood up and grabbed her hand and led her upstairs to their bedroom. It didn't matter that they had a house full of people. Fulfilling each other's needs was more important. As he laid her down and undressed her, his mind was flooded with visions of the past.
When the odds were stacked against them and it didn't look like they would make it, but here they were after all the bullshit still going strong. He would no longer be giving her Thug Passion that was a thing of the past. It was a new day and new era. He would now be giving her Thug Paradise.
THE END
COMING SOON
THUG PARADISE: A NEW CHAPTER
THUG
; PARADISE
WRITTEN BY:
MZ.LADY P
Chapter 1-King Carter
Young Rich Nigga
Ever since Thug gave me his position, business had been good and the money was flowing abundantly. My crew and me were bringing in more money in a week than most niggas brought home in a lifetime. Five years ago when I met Thug, he told me he would change my life for the better. All I needed to do was get on his team and assemble my own crew. At the age of sixteen, me, my little brother Nasir, and our best friend Dutch were known around the hood as the Jack Boys. We robbed any motherfucking body we wanted and if they refused, we bodied their ass.
That was what put us on Thug's radar. He heard about our body count and wanted us on his team. The only thing was we couldn't do robberies anymore. We would sell for him and in the process do hits with him and his crew. That day five years ago when he approached us, our lives had drastically changed for the better. He upheld his end of the bargain and we upheld ours.
I was thankful that we linked up with Thug. He wasn't just our Boss. He was like a father figure. We didn't really have any family, so when we were introduced to his family they became the closest thing we had to a family.
Growing up, I wished me and Nasir had a family bond like theirs. Momma Peaches went so hard for them. The only thing our mother went hard for was a crack pipe. Nasir or me has never met our father. Our grandmother said that our father could be any man in the city of Chicago because our mother was a prostitute. Our grandmother wasn't shit either. Every chance she got, she ridiculed and belittled us because of our mother's fuckups.
We didn't stand a chance when our mother Trixie abandoned us. She literally walked out the door without so much as a goodbye. I was twelve and Nasir was eleven. My grandmother didn't want anything to do with us, so we were on our own. That was when the robbing and killing started. We had to do that shit in order to survive. I would roll over and die fifty times before I let me or my Lil Bro go hungry.
