Addicted to a Dirty South Thug 3

by Shan

  “No…no...no,” he cried, and I pushed it in further causing him to yell out.

  “Tell me! Where can I find him?” I asked him, and I took the knife ready to slide it across his throat.

  “Okay…okay. Yeh, kill his brother. He go back tuh his home to bury him,” he said and I nodded.

  “So he’s not in the states?” I asked him, and he shook his head. “You tell him that Khi said that Emon is not a Clarke…he’s a Prince, okay? Tell him that if he fucks with my little brother, I’m gonna slaughter his whole family. Send him a picture of that little nigga over there to let him know I’m not playing. Tell him I said stay the fuck away from Emon.”

  He nodded his head repeatedly, and I pulled the knife away from his neck and slowly backed away from him. Once I was out of sight, I ran up the stairs of the basement, out the door, and out of the small home. I casually walked down the street to my car and got inside, before I cranked the engine and skirted away from the house.

  It was around ten at night, and I had told my brothers that I would meet them at KaeDee’s new spot that he shared with that police bitch out in North Dallas. I had some shit that I needed to get off my chest, and now that Emon was getting ready to come home, I knew that it was gonna have to come out sooner or later. I had held onto it for the sake of my father and to protect him. Years ago, when Emon got locked up, I never knew that things would get to the point that it did, and now it seemed like the more and more I covered it up, the worse shit would get.

  It took me about 30 minutes to get to KaeDee’s place. He lived in a gated community with average sized houses. He had been back in Dallas since my wedding and had apologized to us all for not being here for us. I understood it, though, because the way he looked now was the brother I used to know. The one that had left here was a nigga that was foreign to me, and I was glad that he was back to himself. He knew that he had needed time to get his head together, and even though I still didn’t quite trust that police bitch, she seemed to be part of the reason for his newfound happiness.

  Once I found KaeDee’s house, I pulled my car behind Cass’ new Wraith, placed it in park, then hopped out. I jogged up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell before I twisted the doorknob and walked inside.

  “Fuck you ring the doorbell for if you was just gonna walk in anyway? I don’t know why niggas do shit like that,” Dae said, and I waved him off before I grabbed him and put his ass in a headlock.

  I was proud of the young one. The kid had done a complete 360, and it looked good on him. Him and his shawty had been going through counseling over the last few weeks, and I swear, every time I saw him, he would thank me for saving his life. I was glad that the outcome was what it was after I had got Dae locked up, because had it been anything else, I would never be able to live it down. That shit would’ve hurt like hell if my brother had died when Lord knows I was only looking after him and trying to save our family at the same time.

  It was all good though, because every time he apologized to me, I did the same to him. Just maybe, if I had pushed harder, I could’ve found out the root of his problems without it having to go as far as it did. Either way it went, I was glad that he was recovering and learning to deal with what happened to him as a kid.

  “Let me go nigga!” Dae yelled, as he gave me a punch to the gut. I stumbled off to the side, but was quick on my feet. I squared up with him, and we play boxed in the hallway until I saw that police bitch standing behind Dae. That hoe always fucked up my mood whenever I saw her. I didn’t even speak to her ass and just turned around and walked off in search of KaeDee and Cass.

  “Where them niggas at?” I asked Dae, as he followed behind me.

  “In KaeDee lil’ office,” Dae told me, and we headed that way.

  I tapped on the door, and opened it, causing Dae to chuckle behind me. I shook my head and looked back at him before I walked over to Cass and slapped hands with him. I did the same with the bruh before I took a seat in one of the chairs that sat in front of KaeDee’s desk.

  “What up bruh?” Cass said and handed me the weed.

  “What y’all niggas in here talking about?” I asked and took a pull from the hay. The weed hit the back of my throat heavy, and I held the smoke in for as long as I could before blowing it out and sucking it back in.

  “All that dope me and Dae pushed while your ass was in that damn hospital. I ain’t never moved so much coke in my life,” Cass said, causing Dae to cosign.

  “I’m tryna tell you,” Dae said, and I shrugged.

  “You niggas ain’t never worked for shit before now, so what’s the problem,” I told them, causing KaeDee to laugh.

  “Fuck outta nigga. Dae’s hoe ass might not have worked, but I’ve always moved that dope,” Cass said, as if he wanted to beat his chest.

  “Well, don’t get too comfortable. We pick up another truckload tomorrow. Tamar was real impressed with you niggas, and so was I. We ain’t never gotta worry about shit no more,” I told them, causing them all to nod. I passed the weed to Dae and sat back in my seat.

  “I’m ready,” Cass said, and Dae agreed from behind me.

  “Look, so I need to tell y’all niggas something. This whole situation with them niggas Chaison and Rahaim...that police nigga, Clarke. It’s so much shit to the story that I never admitted to because I was asked not to.”

  “Yea, I knew the day I asked you that something was up. Even when we was at IHOP, I could tell that it was more to whatever Dae was saying,” Cass said, and I nodded.

  “More than what I found out,” Dae said, and I nodded.

  “Yea… so I never thought shit would get this far. I went to go see pops about a week ago and told him everything that had happened, and he just was like to tell y’all what was up. So back before Emon… ma had did pops a favor and used the police, Turner Clarke, to find out some info. Pops said she fucked with that nigga heavy for like three weeks until he gave her the info she needed and then she left his ass alone. Ma saved pops them from being raided and shit was cool until she ended up pregnant. Well, until he was born, and pops knew that Emon wasn’t his,” I said, and KaeDee frowned.

  “Fuck you mean?” Cassidy asked, and I shrugged.

  “Come on now; y’all ain’t never wondered why Emon don’t look like none of us. Pops said he knew immediately that Emon wasn’t his, but neither him or mama spoke about it. They both knew what it was and why ma slept with another nigga in the first place. Pops never treated him no different, and the shit was never a problem. To be honest, we don’t even know how Clarke found out.”

  “How you know he found out?” KaeDee asked and I sighed.

  “The night I went after him…I went for that nigga, because I felt like he was gonna be a problem for Emon. I had Briana help me set him up, and she said that, when she was sitting in the car with him, he told her how he had met his son for the first time the same night another one of his son’s got killed. She said that he told her that he had used the weed that he took from Amrin to set up a meet with Emon, and it backfired. He said that Emon robbed him, took his dope and his gun, and it ended, causing the death of his youngest, Amrin. I went to see pops after Briana told me about it, and he told me that it was true. Clarke is Emon’s father. He made me promise not to say anything.”

  “Damn, so did Emon know all this time he been locked up?” Cass asked, and I shook my head.

  “I don’t think so. I tried to ask him about that night over and over to see if he knew, and he’s adamant in saying that Clarke set him up. He doesn’t even admit to killing Amrin. I think he believes no one knows he did it since the case is still marked as unsolved. The only reason I’m saying something about it now though, honestly, is because Chaison staking claim on our young one. Both of his brothers are gone, and now, it’s like he don’t even wanna kill Emon anymore for all that shit. He wants him to come back to his home to live.”

  “Man, fuck that! He told you that shit,” Dae asked, getting upset. He stepped forward and handed the blunt to C
assidy before he looked down at me with a frown on his face.

  “Nah, that nigga ain’t told me shit. Supposedly, he’s in Jamaica, but with Emon getting out in a few days, I don’t believe that. He sent a letter to Emon letting him know, though. Ma said Emon called home upset about it, and she didn’t know what to tell him, so she told him that they must’ve sent the letter to the wrong person.“

  “So he does know?”

  “Me and Ma went down there right after I came back from the honeymoon and convinced him that they were lying. I got on his ass about all that talking he was doing and just scared the fuck outta him and told him to stop accepting mail that wasn’t from us. He seemed cool with what we told him, but I guess we’ll see soon.”

  “Where this nigga Chaison at? Fuck what he talking about, Emon is a Prince and always gonna be a Prince. I took care of that nigga like he was my own son, and I refuse to let another nigga other than us claim him as theirs,” KaeDee said, and I nodded feeling everything he was saying.

  “We just need to be there when Emon get out. I got a feeling that, if he tries anything, it’ll be then.”

  “Then, we’ll be there,” KaeDee said, and I nodded, and so did Cass and Dae. Emon would be home soon, and no matter what, he was a Prince, and with him home, we would be complete; the first time we had all been together in six years. This was a celebration. Monumental and a story for the history books. This legacy…the Prince Legacy…dope shit.

  ***

  “Hmmm,” Cuba moaned, as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She had been sleeping like a newborn baby when I came in, and I didn’t even give her any warning before I threw her negligee up and dove head first into her pussy. Her shit was wet too. Cum spilled out of her like a faucet, and I licked it all up before I pushed her legs back further. I licked around her opening, between the folds of her pussy, and then took my time licking her clitoris before I sucked it into my mouth again.

  “MMMMH, shit, Khi! Fuck, you gonna make me cum! Damn…”Cuba moaned, as she grinded her hips into my face.

  I looked up at the faces she was making and watched as she twirled her nipples between her fingers. Her little freaky ass was something else now. She used to be shy as hell when we made love, but now that I had turned her out, she was my personal little pornstar.

  “Cum for me. Cum for me,” I said, before I went back to eating her out like she was my favorite meal. Her clit swelled against my tongue, and I sucked and sucked until she squirted long and hard. She screamed out, and I went back to sucking on her shit when she squirted again, this time making me jump back.

  “Aghhhh! Fuck. Damn, damn, damn,” Cuba said, and I laughed.

  I stood to my feet and pulled off the tie I had been wearing, the dress shirt, and slacks and tossed all that shit to the floor. I felt like I was on my James Bond shit today when I clipped them niggas in that old lady basement earlier. I had got word from one of the goonies that the people that lived there were related to Chaison in some kind of way, and I had hoped that I would be able to find him there, but since I couldn’t, I had to send his ass a message that we wasn’t playing about our young one.

  Chaison had been quiet since Dae clipped his brother that night in front of KaeDee’s house, but I knew that he wasn’t going to be quiet for long. I was glad to have finally been able to tell everyone the truth, because the shit had been eating me up for years.

  “Shitttt,” I hissed, once Cuba had climbed on top of me and slid down onto my dick. She grabbed my arms and pinned them up above my head. She looked down at me and smiled. I bit down on my lip as she slowly slid up and down on my dick. “Fuck.”

  “You love me?” Cuba asked me, and I nodded.

  She bounced up and down at a slow pace before she squeezed her pussy around my dick tighter and started going faster. I shook my head and tried to pull my hand out of Cuba’s grasp, but she held onto them refusing to let me go. Up and down, she slammed her pussy onto my dick, and I knew that, if I didn’t get a grip on her, she was gonna have my ass coming quick. I tried again to get loose, and when I couldn’t, I raised my head and pulled her nipple into my mouth. I bit down on it causing her to scream, let one of my arms go, and slam her hand into my chest. I took my free hand and gripped it around her ass to slow her down.

  We had only been married for a month and that shit looked good on the both of us. We ended up spending a week in Dubai for our honeymoon, but all we did was fuck and suck on each other the whole time we were there; I couldn’t remember shit about the place. It was supposed to be one of the most beautiful places on Earth, but I think we only left the hotel a few times and that was only to eat. I was surprised that Cuba hadn’t gotten pregnant again. I made sure I wet her ass up every time, but it seemed like this time wasn’t as easy as the last time, and back then, I hadn’t really even been trying.

  I kept telling myself maybe I had wanted it too bad and needed to let the shit happen. I wanted Cuba to have my baby, and I felt bad as fuck that she had lost another one of our seeds. This last time was a mystery. I never really found out what happened to cause it, and Cuba didn’t talk about it. I had chalked it up to her being sick that night, but I ain’t really know.

  “Aghhhh!” Cuba screamed, as I bit down on her lip. She bounced mercilessly on my dick, and I guided her up and down not giving a fuck anymore if I nutted. The shit was feeling too good. “I’m cumming, Khi! Fuck, I’m cumming!”

  “Shit me, too!” I yelled, as I pumped in and out of her until I felt myself spilling inside of her. I slid my tongue into her mouth and kissed her until my ass fell back onto the bed.

  “I missed you today,” She said, and I mumbled some shit before I started to nod off. “What nigga?”

  “I said I missed you too, babe,” I said and began to drift off to sleep.

  “Better had. I thought you told me that the situation with Briana was handled,” Cuba said ,and that caused me eyes to shoot open.

  “Why you say that?”

  “Because a detective stopped by here and said that she needed to ask you some questions about it. She said that you wasn’t in any trouble, but she just wanted to speak to you about something that had come into his office,” Cuba said, and I frowned. I put the card on the dresser.

  “Cool,” I told her and got out of the bed. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the card, and then went to grab my pants. I pulled them on, then pulled my cellphone out of my pocket. Dialing the number, I walked out the room and went to stand on the terrace. The little two-bedroom that Cuba had us living in was small as hell, but I had found us a new spot, and we were supposed to be moving in a few days.

  “Yea, this is Khian Prince. My wife told me you came by my house looking for me. This my number, and you can call me back here,” I said, into the voicemail and then hung up. I wasn’t really worried about the shit, because that bitch Deandrea had did exactly what I told her to do. She had taken her statement back and told them that Tramell had made her lie, and I made her say that Chaison was the one to rob her and kill her homegirl so they wouldn’t even look my way.

  Once she had taken care of that, and the police had left me alone, I sent Cass her way with some cash and told him to make sure she took her peoples and got out of town. I just hoped that hoe hadn’t played me and opened her muthafuckin’ mouth. I knew exactly where she was, though, if that was the case, and it was nothing for me to reach out and touch her ass.

  “You okay?” Cuba asked, once I stepped back inside.

  “Yea, I left her a message. I’ll figure it all out. Let’s go back to bed, cause I’m hungry again,” I told Cuba, and she laughed.

  “Your ass is always hungry.”

  “I told you once we got married, all I wanted was pussy and steaks. You been doing good fulfilling that wish,” I said and nodded with a smile on my face.

  “You deserve that and much more baby.”

  “Word…that’s why I love you. You make sure you take care of your husband.”

  “I love you, too.”
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  “Why you ain’t pregnant yet, though?” I asked, and Cuba shrugged and walked away. I started to follow behind her to see what was up with that, but the ringing of my cellphone stopped me. It was the number I had just called the detective on.

  “Hello,” I answered.

  “Hi, Mr. Prince, this is Detective Warren…Destiny Henson’s partner, and I really need to speak with you.”

  Chapter 23

  Cass

  “Bye daddy!” Cassie said, as I walked out the house and headed towards the car.

  I unarmed the alarm and got inside. Soon as I cranked the car up, I backed out of the driveway and headed down the road. I was loving all the time I was spending with the kid and glad that I didn’t have that damn baby mama drama like Dae and Khi were having. Jourdin didn’t give me no issues when it came to seeing my daughter, and although I still hadn’t made up my mind about this relationship shit with her or Tangie, she still kept it easy for me.

  As the days went by, though, I knew that I could no longer be selfish and have two women by my side trying to figure out if they were gonna be the one or not. Not only that, I hated what this shit was doing to Tangie. She was stressed the fuck out, and I would never forgive myself if she was to lose my baby because of me. Every day, she begged me to forgive her, or either leave her alone, but I couldn’t leave her alone. I could never leave Tangie alone. We just had that bond and a crazy ass connection that, even when I thought I was done fucking with her, it only took me seeing her or talking to her to realize that I wasn’t.

  As far as Jourdin went, the more and more I was around her, the more I was reminded of why I knew I couldn’t wife her. She was cool as hell, though. A smart ass chick that would be good for a nigga, but not me. I knew that shit, and I had realized that long ago, but the nigga in me was still soaking up the benefits I was getting and trying to prolong Jourdin from moving another nigga in and around my daughter.

  If I could get Jourdin to let Cassie come and live with me then I knew I would stop fucking with her immediately. Jourdin wasn’t about to let that happen, though.