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She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy

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by Anjela Day


  When I heard the sound of loud music about a block away, I knew that it was Deuce. He never went anywhere without his music banging. I stood up and walked to the curb so that he could see me. He pulled up in front of me and rolled the window down. His eyes roamed my body.

  “Man, where the fuck is yo’ clothes?” he asked with his eyebrows arched. He cut the engine and got out the truck and walked over to me. Now don't let his name fool you they called him Deuce, but he was original.

  The way he was rocking his Nike ball shorts, wife beater, fitted ball cap hanging half way off his head, and his Jordan’s untied with no socks on had me damn near about to lose my mind. Damn he was sexy without trying. He walked over to me looking me from head to toe and all I could smell was his cologne.

  “What up little momma where ya’ fuckin clothes?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on his black on black Tahoe.

  “This yo’ truck?” I asked changing the subject.

  “Yeah, my pops just got out. He felt guilty, so he bought me a truck. Is you bleeding?”

  He opened the door to his truck and lifted me in. He ran to the driver’s side and started the car and pulled off. Turning the heat on and his music up, he looked me over one last time before he jumped on the freeway. We didn't talk; he just drove while looking over at me every few minutes.

  We pulled up to his house, and it always took my breath away. They lived in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan; only millionaires stayed there and the houses were so big that it was only like five to block. In his driveway were six different luxury cars and three huge trucks. He cut the car and looked at me.

  “My uncles here fuck,” he said his eyes still looking my body over.

  “What that mean?” I asked worried I would have to sleep outside.

  “My mom’s gon’ be bitching, but fuck it, come on.” He led me to the house and we walked in the door. I saw three men standing in the living room.. The men were all as tall as basketball players and so sexy.

  Right away one stood out. He had that same rich, dark skin like Deuce, those light eyes, and hard look on his face. I knew that had to be his father.

  “Yo’, Nephew come here,” the man said, catching me off guard. I knew that the other one was his uncle from one of the other times I had been here. Deuce looked at me, smiled, and pulled me over

  “Yo’ Unk,” Deuce said smiling from ear to ear.

  “Who this?” the man said. His eyes were pretty as well. I guess all the men in Deuce’s family had those eyes.

  “This is Italy?” Deuce said causing me to give him a fucked up look. Who the fuck was Italy? And why would he say I was her? I thought to myself

  “That’s not my name!” I finally spoke. I was so angry. I just wanted to leave. Why would he embarrass me like that?

  His uncle that was still sitting down sat up, and waved me over.

  “Yes,” I said shyly.

  “Little momma, what's yo’ name?” he asked in a quiet tone.

  “Venice,” I said proud of my name.

  “Like in Italy?” the man asked.

  Yeah like in It…” I stopped talking finally getting the joke.

  “IT this is my uncle Dinero, my Uncle Lee, and over there that’s my pop’s.” Deuce’s father was tall and super sexy. Were it not for the eyes, the build and a few facial features, I would never guess they were kin. Sacario was high yellow with longer curly hair the complete opposite of Deuce. I couldn’t stop looking at all of the men.

  “Yo’ baby girl, where you clothes?” Sacario, his father said with base in his voice. I finally remembered why I was there.

  Deuce sighed and dropped his head. My body shook like I was still cold.

  “Pops ma’ here?” Deuce asked holding my hand so that I could relax.

  “Nope and you know yo’ little friend better be gone before she gets home. She still in a rage.”

  “Alight pops,” Deuce replied. He turned to walk away when his father grabbed his shoulder.

  “Nigga that’s not what I wanted.” His father spoke to Deuce with such authority that I wished that I had my father in my life. They smiled at each other, and I saw a different side to Deuce.

  “Be careful driving that truck out here,” Deuce’s father warned.

  “Alight pop’s,”Deuce said and walked over to me, and then pulled me up the stairs.

  “Bye Italy,” they all said in unison then they began to laugh and joke amongst each other as Deuce and I climbed the stairs.

  When we got in his room, I was still a bit on edge. Deuce’s whole demeanor had changed. His face went from warm to stern. That made me even more nervous.

  “Man, chill. My pops cool”

  He walked out the room and came back a couple minutes later with alcohol and a bandages. He sat on the bed and pulled me down with him.

  “Let me see yo’ foot,” he ordered as he looked the cut over before he cleaned my wound. Deuce placed my leg on his bed and stood up. He walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of Joe boxers and a tank top. He handed them to me and laid on the floor and began to do sit ups. I knew he was upset, because I noticed that was his tale. I didn’t know if I should say anything or just change my clothes and go to bed.

  “So, you gone tell me what happened?” Deuce asked as he watched me slip into the clothes. I then I laid in the bed.

  “I’m really sleepy, is that cool?” I answered avoiding his question.

  “Yeah, I guess it got to be.” He stood up and dropped his basketball shorts only to have another pair underneath.

  “No boxers.” I asked looking at how long Deuces legs were. That was so sexy to me.

  “Naw, bae my dick too big,” he said with confidence. “You want to see.” he joked and climbed into the bed next to me.

  Chapter 5

  Deuce

  I looked at Venice; she was sexy to me. I knew she was a hood rat from the projects, but I didn't care. She was sexy as fuck. Her light skin and the braces turned me on. I had told my nigga Jay that I was gone hit it and leave her alone, but I couldn’t. I mean I could hit it, but I didn't want to, at least not like that. We even had a bet running that she was a virgin. At this point, I didn't give a fuck anymore.

  “Yo’ mom coming home soon?” Ven asked.

  “I just heard the gate, she should be here now. Bout to go check on her, so she won’t check on me.”

  “You want something to eat, drink?”

  “No I’m good!” she said as she played in her hair.

  “I’ll bring you something anyway,” I told her, kissed her lips and and pulled away as she took my bottom lip in her mouth making my dick jump.

  “Come on naw ma” I said looking at her ready to put in work

  I pulled away from her and walked out the room and down stairs. My mom was sitting her bags by the stairs.

  “Deuce, who’s bleeding?”

  “My bad ma’, I cut myself. I’ll clean it.” I quickly lied

  “No, I will get it! Are you ok? Where is your sister?” My mom asked a million questions.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Lyssa asleep. Ma’ what you buy me? I kissed my mother’s face and she handed me four bags. I smiled and hit my momma on her ass, playfully.

  “Aye o, what I tell you ‘bout touching my shit!” my pops yelled out.

  “Man, if you wasn’t my momma.”

  “Then you would be broke wit no style.” My mother and I joked. I loved how my family had been vibeing off each other.

  I walked in the kitchen, grabbed two bottles of fruit juice, chips, and candy from the pantry.

  “Sacario, I brought some food home if you hungry!”

  “What you buy me ma?”

  She handed me a large pizza and I ran up the stairs hoping that she would fight with my pops or something and not fuck with me. I tossed everything in the corner of the room except the food that I tossed on the bed. I handed IT a juice and went into the bathroom coming back with a blunt.

  “You smoke?”
/>   “Only that one time with you!” she said sitting up in the bed.

  “Good you can smoke with me again.” I put the blunt behind my ear and opened my juice. I watched her act like she didn't want to eat.

  “Man, you better eat that shit,” I told her as I pulled a slice from the box. I held it to her mouth and when she went to bite it, I sucked her tongue into my mouth.

  “Um, you taste good as fuck.”

  I handed her the pizza. We ate, drank, and smoked. I was feeling lifted as hell.

  “Yo’ ma’, I’m sleepy. You take the bed, I’m sleep on the floor.”

  I snatched one of the pillows and a blanket from the bed and cut the light off. I laid on the floor and looked to the ceiling.. My dick was hard as fuck, and I wanted nothing more than to climb in bed behind her and fuck the life out of her.

  “Deuce, can I call you Sacario?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Yeah, just not around no hoes. I don't need anyone to know my real name.”

  “Sacario, can you hold me like you did last time?” I knew as hard as my dick was it was a bad idea, but I got off the floor and laid behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.

  “Are you rich?” she asked catching me off guard.

  “Man, what kind of question is that?”

  “Well it’s better than asking is yo’ watch fake.”

  I took my watch off and put it on her wrist. It was the Rolex my mom bought me when I turned thirteen. She said it was the only way men would take me seriously.

  “You called me yo’ girl, did you mean it?”

  “You ask a lot of questions, but yeah, you mine. If I hear you kicking it with another nigga it’s gon’ be yo ass.”

  I kissed her neck and held her tight.

  “Man now since we’re playing 21 questions, what the fuck happened tonight?” I asked still feeling her body shake like she was cold.

  “I just wanted to see you,” she lied.

  “That’s another thang, you lie to me we over.”

  “Um well you know I go to Southfield, but I stay in Detroit not too far from where you picked me up. Well my mom has a drug problem and tonight I think she was gone let her dealer have sex with me.” One of her tears hit my arm and I turned her around

  “What you mean? She was gone let him rape you?”

  “I know it seems like I’m being a baby and my sister say it’s not that bad, but I never done it, and I want my first time to be special. That’s dumb I know, but I just want to feel loved. I have never felt loved. My mom always talking bout how I need to meet a boss nigga and trick for some cash and my sister call me light bright. She tells me no man gon’ want me.” I ran my hands through her hair and kissed her lips.

  “I want you ma’, I promise you I do.”

  “It’s not the same thing I want someone to love me.”

  I looked in her eyes, and I don't know what came over me, but I pulled her body so close that I could feel the heat from her pussy.

  “I do love you, I just told you, that you were mine.” I slid my hands down the boxers I gave her and rubbed her ass. She turned over her ass no longer sitting on my dick. She clenched down on my bottom lip. I started to rub her flat stomach and slid my hands back down her shorts.

  “Um, ma’ you wet.” I slid my finger over her clit and kissed her neck. I felt her body shake.

  “Baby, you scared of me?” I asked taking two fingers and circling her clit.

  “Sssss ah,” she moaned and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “Is it gone hurt?”

  “I’m gon’ make you feel good ma’. Let me show you that you belong to me.” I reached into my night stand and pulled out a condom. I slipped my shorts off and slid the condom on. “Take that shit off bae. Let me kiss yo’ body.”

  “It’s gon’ hurt,” she cried again.

  “Take it off for me bae.”

  I pulled the boxers down and ran my fingers over her clit. Her body rose up to me, and I slid my dick on the lips of her pussy. I lifted her body and took off the shirt she had on. I slipped her nipple in my mouth and slowly pushed my way inside her.

  “Ouch ou, ou, stop, ou, stop, please.”

  I kissed her lips to relax her, but her tears still fell. I pulled out, sat up in bed, and pulled her on my lap.

  “I’m sorry Sacario, I tried.”

  “You good baby.” I slid the condom off and tossed it in the trash. I ran my hands through her hair as she laid on my chest. My phone began to ring. I looked over to the side of me and grabbed it.

  “What……..Yo’, what up Candi? I’m sleep I’m gone hit you back…Naw ma’, I can’t. I’m a hit you back,” I said and ended the call. I could see the look in Italy’s eyes as she pulled away.

  “You jealous?” I asked knowing the answer.

  “You gon’ sleep with her if I don't sleep with you?”

  “Man, ma’, you do sleep with me. Why you want to sleep with me every night? I’ll come get you.”

  “Really every night? You’ll come let me sleep with you?”

  “If I need to,” I said to her as I kissed her lips and laid her back down.

  “I want to. It just hurts when you do it Sacario.”

  “Ok, baby you don't have to, if you don’t want to.” I told her. I took her hand and guided it to my hard on. “Come here, feel it.”

  I took her hand and ran her fingers over the head. I was hard as fuck.

  “Rub it ma’.”

  She ran her finger up and down it and I could feel her heart as she lay on my chest.

  “Grab it, stroke it bae,” I said as I took my dick in my hand and placed her hand over it and helped her stroke it. She took slow strokes and my dick was hard as a brick. She was smiling, and I could tell she was enjoying it. Her hand got faster and faster.

  “Shit, baby come here,” I said and pulled her on top of me. “Baby put it in you.” I slipped her bottom lip in my mouth and guided her to me. She stood over me, and I pulled her down.

  “Ouch ouch, baby.”

  “Come on ma’, you feel so good. Take it for me. Baby please. Take it for daddy, you doing so good.”

  I rubbed her back as I pushed further in her. She was crying like a baby and just sat stiff on top of me, but her pussy was so wet and so tight I was ready to bust in that second. I grabbed her hips and rocked her up and down.

  She held her face into my chest. I knew she was crying, but she felt so good. I love the fact that she was in tears. Soft moans and grunts poured from her mouth as juices poured from her pussy. I flipped her over and climbed on top forcing my whole pipe inside of her. She bit down on my shoulder and dug her nails in my back.

  “Sacario, please! Baby, please! Oh, God daddy,” she cried so loud.

  I had to bend and kiss her lips to ease the pain, but I wasn’t pulling my dick out. It was so tight that it was hard for me to go as deep as I had been with other hoes. The fact that I knew that I was the only one in it made it that much better.

  I made my way back to my back allowing her back on top. I thought that would ease her tears, but Italy still cried like a baby. I rubbed her back and held her hips still, just pushing my dick in her wanting her to toss it back.

  “Ride my dick baby!” I ordered, and she tried to rock her hips and bounce her ass. She sucked at both, but the way her pussy had me in a trance, I didn’t care. “Shh, baby I got you,” I said and one more bounce, I exploded. I showered her with kisses as I pulled her sweaty body on top of me.

  “Do you still love me?” Italy asked quickly. I had forgot I had told her that shit.

  “What?” I sighed and pushed her thick now curly hair behind her ears and just rubbed her back.

  “Deuce, do you love me?” she asked again.

  “Yes bae go to sleep,” I said rubbing her back. As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the door open.

  “Deuce, did you give Lyssa her meds,” my mom asked and cut cut my light on.

  “Fuck,”
I said covering my face to block the light.

  “What the…” my mother said as she looked at me with her mouth open. “Sacario, Sacario”

  “Come on ma’ chill.” I sat up and slipped into my ball shorts.. Italy sat up and covered herself with a blanket. “Ma’ chill.” I walked over to her just as my father walked into the room. He looked at me, smiled and thenfinally, he looked at my mother.

  “Baby, what's wrong?” he asked almost laughing.

  “Do you see your damn son? You asking me what's wrong? He got some little girl in his bed like he grown.”

  “Nya, it’s not that big of a deal?” My father said, and I looked away as I triednot to laugh.

  “What the fuck you mean it’s not that big of a deal? You sound dumb. He is 15 not some grown man!” My mother said as she stepped into my father’s space.

  “Really Nya, let us not forget, at 17 you were fuckin a 24 year old man! You were lying about yo’ fuckin age, and a month later you were pregnant with him! So, why you making it a big fuckin’ deal babe? Let’s just go to bed.”

  My father pulled my mother in his arms and kissed her neck.

  “It’s not the same thing Sacario! I was out of school and … It’s not the same thing,my mom said and walked over to the bags she’d just bought me. “Look at this Gucci, Trues, Polo. This nigga is a spoiled brat.”

  She walked into my closet and tossed everything out. Jordan’s Nikes Gucci!

  “I should burn it all! In fact, it’s all mine. Yo ass can wear K-mart shit like the rest of the little niggas in the hood you want to be a part of. I am so disappointed in you. Get dressed now! We are going to K mart.”

  “Ma’ you fuckin tripping,” I said.

  “Oh, now you’re cussing at me?” my mother looked at me like a mad woman. My father dropped his head and just watched my mother flip out.

  “No ma'am but…” she stepped into my space and I couldn’t help but laugh because I was 6’3 and my moms was 5’6.

  “I will fuck you up Sacario Lamar Alton Jr.!”

  “Man dad, get her.”

 

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