by Mz. Lady P
The handle on the closet I was in, started to jiggle and panic set in instantly. I had no idea how to use a gun, but I was about to shoot the shit out of whoever was about to come in the damn closet. I stood to my feet and held my arm outward aiming towards the door. As soon as it opened, a figure wearing all black entered and I squeezed the trigger until no more bullets would come out.
I don't know how I did it, but there were two dead bodies sprawled out on the floor. I couldn't get in contact with Thug and I knew I couldn't call the police. I exited the closet and stepped over the bodies. I was so damn scared and ran downstairs so fucking fast. I sat on the couch for hours scared shitless, but mad at the same time. I knew he was at the hospital checking on his son, but I needed him more than ever right now.
About two hours later, Thug arrived and I was still sitting in the same spot with the gun still in my hand.
"Hey, Bae. Why are you sitting in the dark?” He came and sat beside me on the couch and that was when he noticed the gun in my hand.
"Some niggas came in the house while you were gone. I'm sorry Thug I was scared for my life. Please don't be mad. I killed them in the house."
"What the fuck you mean in the house? You telling me they’re still in here?" Thug stood up from the couch and removed his Tech Nine from his waist.
"They're in the bedroom!" Thug took off running upstairs. I heard him on the phone calling Malik and Sarge. I could hear him kicking walls and throwing shit around.
"Get your shit, Tahari! Peaches is on her way to get you. We are going to stay at a hotel tonight."
I got up and packed me an overnight bag. I knew shit was about to get real. I wanted to ask questions, but I knew better. He was too mad and I was too scared. My best bet was to do as I was told and leave with Ms. Peaches. I would ask him later once he made it to the hotel.
Chapter 15 – Malik
When A Woman’s Fed Up
I fucked up big this time. I never meant to bring my girl no damn sexually transmitted disease. That was what I get for fucking with that stripper broad. Her ass walking around with a hot ass pussy. I had the right mind to fuck her up, but I had nobody to blame but myself. I should have known better than to go up in her raw.
I was dead wrong for all of the bullshit I had been putting her through. Barbie had helped me through some of my darkest days. I’d been having bad dreams ever since the night Thug murked Snake and would wake up in cold sweats shaking like leaf. Each and every time Barbie was right there holding me tight, until I was able to fall back to sleep.
She was aware that we got rid of him for molesting Ta’Jay, however, she had no idea that he was also molesting me. The first time he ever touched me, I was home alone with him. He had beat me with a wire coat hanger for walking in my mother’s bedroom without knocking first. I had caught him having sex with his brother Venom’s wife, Cassie. Cassie was also my mother’s best friend. The beating that he had put on me was so severe that I was unable to get off of the bathroom floor. I was in excruciating pain.
“Lil nigga, why are you still on the floor crying? Get your ass up before I really give you a reason to cry!” Snake said as he kicked me in the ribs.
“I can’t my legs hurt!” I cried.
“Let me give your little ass something to cry for!”
He pulled my jeans down and roughly turned me onto my stomach. I fought and tried my best to get away, but I was no match for Snake. He rammed his dick inside of me and took away my innocence and my voice. I stopped talking that day. I barely said anything to anyone. The one person who could get a real conversation out of me was Thug. He was my protector and he still is to this day.
Snake continued to rape me repeatedly up until the night Thug offed his ass. My mother had no idea he was sexually abusing me and my sister. On the other hand, she was fully aware of the beatings. He beat her ass on a regular basis. It wasn’t that she didn’t protect us; she was just as afraid of him as we were. Peaches felt so bad about what happened when we were kid’s that now in our adult years she went above and beyond for us. I harbored no ill feelings towards my mother for what went on in my childhood.
I felt so damn bad about constantly cheating on Barbie. Lord knows she didn’t deserve it. Barbie was tired of me cheating on her and I think she is officially done this time. Barbie was going to be my wife someday. I didn’t want none of these hoes I be fucking with. I fuck with other females strictly for validation of my manhood. For years, I thought that being molested made me gay. Fuckin bitches on a regular assured me that I wasn’t. I had never even thought of a another nigga in that way. I would kill a nigga if he even came at me on some shit like that.
These females didn’t have anything on Barbie. She was 5’5 with brown eyes and a body to die for. All I could think about was what I could do to make her stay. Ever since she texted and told me to come get my clothes, I had been scared as hell to go home. Barbie could be real vindictive when I pissed her off.
I had been out all day with Thug collecting all the money from our trap houses. It was getting late, so it was time for me to head to the crib and deal with whatever Barbie had in store for me.
I arrived at the crib and was prepared to beg for forgiveness. As I stepped inside the crib, I was met by the overpowering scent of bleach. I was coughing and my eyes were burning. I ran up the stairs to the bedroom and every pair of pants, shirts, and socks I owned was bleached up. Barbie had ruined my entire wardrobe.
I didn’t wear cheap shit, so I was beyond pissed off. My blood began to boil when I saw all of my Retro Jordan’s cut up. I’m about to kill her ass. I knew that she was mad at me, but she had gone too damn far this time. I tried calling her phone several times, but she refused to answer. I already knew where she was at. Every time she did some shit, she ran to my mother’s house. This time my momma wasn’t going to be able to save her destructive ass from the ass whooping she had coming.
I hauled ass to my mother’s crib. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw her car, so she definitely was there. I used my key to get in the house. Barbie was sitting on the couch like she hadn’t done anything.
I came at her like a raging bull. “Why the fuck did you bleach my shit?” I grabbed her hair and threw her onto the floor.
“Let me the fuck go! You shouldn’t have given me no disease!” Barbie was trying to get away from me, but I was holding her down.
“That was still no reason to destroy my clothes.”
“I’m so tired of you and your disrespectful, diseased ass dick! All you do is cheat on me. I’m about to start cheating on your ass and show you how it feels.” Just thinking of her with another nigga made me want to murk her ass right there.
“What the fuck did you just say?”
“You heard me loud and clear!” My emotions got the best of me and I slapped her across the face.
“If I ever find out you giving your pussy to another nigga, I’m going to murk you and his ass! Do you understand me?”
“Wait one fucking minute! I know damn well you’re not in my house putting your hands on her!” My mother had pushed me off of Barbie and pulled her up off of the floor.
“Did she tell you that she bleached all of my clothes?”
“No she didn’t, but she did tell me you brought home a sexually transmitted disease. That shit is not cool, Malik. You can’t be out here fucking random females without a condom on!”
“Damn! Whose side are you on?” I was really questioning my mother’s loyalty. She acted like she didn’t even like Barbie.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Peaches. I never should have destroyed his clothes.” Barbie looked down at the floor as she spoke.
“Girl please! I know that we don’t always see eye to eye, but I know that you love my son. I’m not sure if you are aware, but my children and me were victims of Domestic Violence. Don’t ever make an excuse for a man who puts his hands on you. I love my son, but I am a woman before I am anything.” I really wasn’t trying to hear anything their asses was talki
ng about.
“Barbie, your ass better replace my shit and have the house clean when I get there.”
“I’m not coming home tonight.”
“Oh, yeah, don’t come home tonight and you might as well never come back. That’s my word!” In the midst of us going back and forth, both my phone and my mother’s phone began to ring. It was Thug telling us he needed us to get to his crib fast.
As we got ready to head out, I noticed Barbie sitting on the couch crying. My love for her would not allow me to leave her here like this.
“I’m sorry, boo. There is no excuse for my behavior. I feel bad about giving you a disease. Just go home and I will be there as soon as I see what happened at Thug’s crib.” I kneeled down and kissed her on the forehead. She never said anything. Hopefully, we could get past this shit. If we do, I was throwing in my player’s card.
Chapter 16-Thug
A Thug and a Gentleman
As I stood over the dead bodies in my bedroom, I couldn't help but to be angry that these niggas felt the need to violate me. The ski masks were still covering their faces. I wanted to wait until Sarge and Malik arrived to see who they were. I also wanted to get Tahari out of the house. I felt like shit knowing I put her in harm's way. On the other hand, she just didn't know how proud she’d made Daddy. I guess she really was my down ass bitch.
It took my mother and Malik about thirty minutes to arrive and pick up Tahari. About an hour later, Sarge had finally arrived and it was time to unveil the culprits who invaded my castle and lost their lives in the process. We all stood around the bodies in silence for a minute before I pulled the ski masks up over their faces. I prayed that I knew who it was, so I could get some damn revenge. My trigger finger was itching to see some blood splatter.
I had no such luck, though. I had no idea who these cats were. I was still in a fucked up situation because there was no telling where this shit came from. It's cool, though. Body parts were about to show up all over the fucking city. There was about to be some mothers picking out plots and this was just the beginning.
We removed the bodies from the house and took them to the chop shop. After the cleaning service got the house back in order, I made my way to the Trump Hotel in downtown Chicago. I couldn't wait to lay up under my baby. I was so proud of her. She did everything right. She murked them niggas and she didn't call the police. She called the only person she was supposed to call and that was me.
The entire drive over to the hotel I couldn’t help but to think about the impact Tahari has had on me since the first day we met. I was usually on that hit and run shit, but she had a nigga wanting to live, eat, and breathe in the pussy. Tahari had my ass wide open and she didn't even know it.
The sun had come up when I finally made it to the hotel. Using the key card to gain entry, I walked into the room and Tahari was fast asleep. I placed a kiss on her forehead, climbed in bed next to her, and rubbed on her stomach. I still couldn't believe she was about to be the mother of my child.
I needed to get some sleep as well because I had an entire day planned out for us. It'd been a minute since I spent some time with her and I knew this issue with Kelis was bothering her. It was a must I assured her that Kelis was nothing to me. I fucked Ta up in the head when I told her she should get an abortion and it wasn't because I didn't want her to have my seed; it was because of my street life.
I never had the desire to bring children into this world while I was still deep in the game. From the looks of it, I had no choice. In a twenty-four hour period, I became a father of three. This was some Lifetime movie type shit here.
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The next morning, I woke up in nothing but my boxers. I know for a fact I was fully clothed with shoes on when I went to sleep. Tahari hated for me to get into bed with my clothes on. She was so soft and gentle that I didn't even feel her take my clothes off. I heard water running in the bathroom, so I knew she was in there. I laid in bed for a while waiting for her to come out. After long, I had to get up and check on her. Tahari was laid out on the floor in front of the toilet.
"Ta, get up baby! What's wrong?"
"I have been throwing up all night. I just laid here because I got tired of running back and forth to the bathroom." I picked Tahari up off of the floor and carried her to the bed. I climbed back into bed and snuggled up under her.
"Do you think you're too sick to go out today?" I asked.
"Yeah. I can go out. Just lay here with me for a little while longer." I laid in bed with her and we drifted back off to sleep. My phone was ringing constantly and my text message alerts kept alerting me about new messages. I didn't want to disturb Tahari, so I cut my phone off. Plus, I wanted this day to be about her and her only.
After resting for a little while, we both got up and decided to get ready and get our day started. I called around and made reservations for dinner at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse. Tahari was in the shower, so I decided to join her.
"How you feeling now?"
"I'm feeling much better, Bae." Tahari turned around and wrapped her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed soft kisses on her. I became rocked up instantly. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I turned her around so that her back was up against the wall. I cut on all of the shower heads that were inside the shower so that water could rain down on the both of us as I made love to her.
"Mmmmmm! Ka'Jaire, it feels so good. Please don't stop." I gently lifted Tahari up and down on my dick as light moans escaped her mouth. I could feel myself getting ready to bust, but I had to control it. Tahari pussy was so good that lately she’d been having me busting earlier than I wanted to.
"I’m about to cum, Bae!" I let her down and got on my knees. I placed her leg over my shoulder and I dived in. I started to lick and suck on her pussy feverishly. I wanted her to cum in my mouth. I flicked my tongue in a rapid motion, back and forth over her clit.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, Baby! Tahari released her juices all in my mouth and around it. She was shaking like she was having a seizure, but I wasn't done with that ass yet. I washed her entire body from head to toe. I teased her nipples, sucking and pulling them with my teeth. I dried her off and carried her to the bed. I was already rocked up and ready for the next round. I positioned Tahari on all fours and I rammed my dick inside of her. I roughly pumped in and out of her with so much force that she started to squirm.
"Stop running from the dick," I said as I slapped her on the ass leaving a print.
"Ohh, shit, Thug! That feels so fucking good!"
I stopped and laid down flat on the bed and pulled Tahari on top of me. She straddled me and slowly rocked back and forth as she sucked my fingers. I knew I was about to climax. I wanted to hold it, but I couldn't. I grabbed her waist and bounced her up and down on my dick until I released inside of her. She collapsed on my chest and we both just laid there spent.
Tahari traced the tattoos on my chest and I ran my fingers through her hair. There was nothing like laying in bed after sex with a woman that you didn't want to ever leave. She’d had a big impact on me in our short time of knowing one another. I guess Malik was right. All women are not like Kelis. We were finally up and dressed ready to head to the restaurant. We exited the hotel and our chariot was awaiting us.
"Oh, my God!” Tahari yelled out in surprise. I had ordered a horse and carriage to take us to the restaurant.
"You like it, baby?” I asked as I grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it.
"I love it, baby. You're the best, Bae," she said as she kissed me long and hard on the lips.
Our night was going as planned and I was happy that Tahari was enjoying herself. I knew that the thoughts of Kelis, the kids, and the niggas she murked were heavily on her mind. A part of me was glad that she never brought the shit up. On the other hand, I felt like I needed to talk to her about the incident in the house to see where her head was at. I could tell she had never killed someone by the way she was sitting on the couch when I made it
to the crib.
“How are you feeling about the shit that happened at the crib?” I asked her as I downed my shot of Patron.
“I don’t really know how I feel. I’m not going to lie I was so scared, but I knew they would have killed me if I didn’t kill them first. My concern now is our safety. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I need you here to help raise this baby. I can’t do it by myself.”
“I just wanted you to know that I’m proud of you. You did what you were supposed to do. Most importantly, you didn’t fold under pressure and that’s the type of wife I need by my side. Don’t worry about anything, I have everything under control. I promise you I’m going to get to the bottom of this shit. In the meantime, I want you to look for another crib. I don’t want it to be anywhere near the city. We can stay at my condo downtown on the Gold Coast until we find something.”
“I can’t wait to start looking! The house has to be bigger; we are about to have three kids running around. So, we definitely will need a big backyard and a swimming pool.” Tahari was so excited as she spoke about looking for the new house. It made me feel good knowing she was welcoming the kids into our life that I barely knew.
“I’m sorry again for all this drama with Kelis and the kids. I don’t want you to think that if you don’t accept them that I will be mad. You didn’t sign on for this. The only thing that matters is your happiness and I have every intention of making you happy.”
“If we’re going to be together, it’s only right that I accept your children. However, I refuse to ever be disrespected again when it comes down to Kelis. I’m letting you know now I’m at that bitch’s head because I know she is up to no good. If she thinks for one minute that she can just show up with kids in tow thinking that she can have you, she is sadly mistaken.
