Thug Passion 4

by Mz. Lady P

  Our grandmother got wind of what we were doing and reported us to the authorities. When the Department of Children and Family Services caught up with us, we were placed into the Foster Care System. I thanked God everyday for them not separating us. We kept running away from our foster homes, so we were sent to the Juvenile Detention Center. That was where we met Dutch. The three of us together was nothing nice on the inside.

  We ran our housing unit with an iron fist. We were taking nigga's dinner trays and making them pay us to keep from getting their asses beat. It was either get down or lay down when we were involved. After a couple of months of being locked up, the State convinced our grandmother to get custody of us. She didn't give a fuck anymore; as long as she got her check from the State and her cut from our robberies, we didn't get any complaints from her. Pretty soon I made enough money to pay her off and she took Dutch in as well. It was on and popping then and it had been us against the world ever since. She died about two years after taking us in and I had never been so happy seeing someone lowered into the ground.

  Now at the age of twenty-two, I had more money than I knew what to do with. Living the lavish lifestyle had never felt better. It felt good to give my baby girl Imani whatever her heart desired. She was only two, but I spoiled her and her mother Gucci rotten. I'd been fucking with Gucci since I was sixteen years old. She'd been around through everything and had never once left a nigga.

  I was surprised she'd been around this long, especially since we were not exclusive. She had my heart in her pocket, but I fucked with other bitches from time to time. It was not that I didn't love her, but I was just not ready to settle down and put my all into a relationship. She wad free to fuck with other niggas, but she chose not to. That was how much she loved a nigga. Plus, she know ain't no nigga gon' lay this pipe to her like I do or spend this bread on her like me.

  Yeah, I was a young rich nigga with a cocky ass attitude. I came from nothing and worked my way up in the streets. I proved myself to one of the most ruthless get money ass niggas the streets of the Chi had ever seen. Thug didn't trust just anyone with his Legacy, so I knew that I had to stay on my shit and run these streets with an iron fist just like he had.

  ****

  "What's up Boss Lady?" I asked Tahari as I walked inside their home for my weekly meeting with Thug.

  "Nothing. I'm just trying to get this anniversary party ready and my husband doesn't want to give me anymore money," she said it loud enough so that wherever he was in this big ass house, he could hear her.

  "Your ass don't need no more money. You've already spent over fifty thousand dollars. That's too much for a party, Ta-Baby. I'm not giving you shit else, so don't ask anymore," Thug said as he walked into the foyer and we dapped each other up. I couldn't do shit but laugh at them.

  "It's the one year anniversary of Thug Inc. We have to go all out, Ka'Jaire. Please let me spend some more money. I'll use my shop money. I just want this shit to be epic. They will be talking about this party years from now." She walked over and whispered something in his ear. The look on his face let me know he was about to give in.

  "Twenty thousand. That's it, nothing more." Tahari walked off smiling and she winked at me.

  "I see who wear the pants around here." We both laughed.

  "Hell yeah. My wife is wicked with a gun. Trust me you don't want to get on her bad side. Come on let's go in my office and talk business." We walked back to his office and we got right down to business. I handed him a duffle bag with ten million dollars inside. It was his payout for the month.

  "I'm impressed. When I was your age, I was probably only bringing in five million a month. Keep up the good work. I see that the cash flow is good. Is there anything else going on in the streets I should be aware of?" he said as he thumbed through the stacks of money.

  "Nothing major. I got Dutch and Nasir on this lil nigga Rocko. I heard he been on some greasy shit lately. Talking out the side of his neck in regards to Thug Inc and our Westside Traps. They haven't been able to catch up with him, but as soon as I do, I'm going to cut his fucking tongue out and mail it to his mother."

  "Yeah, dead that shit immediately. Loose lips sink ships," Thug said as he handed me one million back.

  "What's this for Boss?"

  "That's for you and Gucci. Take her on a trip and do something nice for her. I'll let Nasir run things until you get back. I won't take no for an answer. Make sure you get fitted for your Tux. My wife insists that the party be a black tie affair. No gym shoes. So tell them little niggas if they walk in the fucking party with them shits on, my wife is putting their asses out."

  "I got you." We did the Thug Inc handshake and I was out.

  I hadn't seen Gucci or my daughter in two days. I knew Gucci was about to be wilding. I made sure to be high as a kite. That nagging was about to give me a fucking headache. I had every intention on drowning her ass out. If she went overboard I would get up and leave. That's another thing about our relationship. We lived in two separate houses. It was better for me that way. I knew that Gucci wanted us to live together, but I liked my personal space. One day in the future, I'd take that leap and make shit official with Gucci.

  She was a good girl and she deserved it. Plus, she was the only female that could melt this ice around my heart. My mother really fucked a nigga up in the head. Gucci said that I had issues with my mother that was why I couldn't commit. I really didn't know what it was. I was confused about the shit myself. The only thing I was sure of was getting this fucking bread and making sure my seed and my bitch was straight. Everything else was irrelevant.

  I pulled into Gucci's parking space and noticed her car was gone. I was glad as hell. I could go to sleep and feel her wrath later. I parked and went inside her house through the side door. I almost stepped back out because I thought I was in the wrong crib. The condo was completely empty. I went from room to room checking. It looked like no one had ever lived there. I picked up the phone to call her and the line was disconnected. I punched a hole in the fucking wall. I couldn't believe Gucci just up and left. This bitch had taken my fucking daughter. I guess she was telling the truth when she told me that one day I was going to look up and my family would be gone.

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