by Mz. Lady P
“Don’t get fucked up today, Darro. I just got my hair and nails done. My sister just wanted to see Zaria.”
“I’m not about to touch her worthless ass. What makes you think that you could just pop up after all these years trying to play Momma? She has no idea who you are. I think its best you just go back to where you came from. My daughter is good without you.”
“She’s my daughter, too, Darro.”
“You lost the right to call her your daughter when you walked out on us. How could you do that shit, Barbie? I know how I treated you was fucked up but how could you just leave her like that?” I could tell me leaving had really hurt him. His words were sincere. I could see the hurt in his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready to be a mom. Let’s not forget, I was only fifteen and you were twenty-one. You didn’t treat me right Darro. I know I left her. I regret doing that. Now all I want is a chance to get to know my daughter.” I hated that I was practically pouring my heart out to him. Before I knew it, he had grabbed me and was hugging me. He grabbed my hand and made me feel his hard dick. I forgot how huge and fat his dick was. How in the hell was I ever able to take that shit at fourteen? I will never understand.
“You feel that big motherfucker. You got a nigga wanting to see if that pussy is still good. I bet that shit even better now.” This nigga was still out of his mind. He acting like he don’t want me to be around Zaria but he trying to get some pussy.
“All I want is to be in my daughter’s life. I’m happily married.” I flashed my rock in his face. Ain’t shit happening. I needed him to know that shit out the gate.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t fuck you up right now.”
“Oh my God! Malik what are you doing here?” I turned around and damn near passed out Malik, Sarge, Quaadir, and Dro were all surrounding us with their guns out. I swear my heart stopped beating momentarily. I looked at Darro and he had smirk on his face.
“Shut the fuck up. Who the fuck is this nigga that’s hugging all on you?”
“Tell him who I am Barbie. As a matter of fact, hold that thought. Let me show you something, my nigga.” Darro walked up to his house and went inside.
“Come on now Darro. Don’t do that shit,” Chrissy said.
“Who the fuck are you?” Malik said through gritted teeth to her.
“I’ll let Barbie tell you that when she’s ready.”
“Your ass got thirty minutes to get to the crib. As a matter of fact, you better be there before I get there.” Malik started to walk off but Darro’s voice caused him to turn around.
“Say hello to your mother.”
“Please don’t do this Darro.” I was crying and pleading for him not to do things this way.
“What the fuck he mean ‘mother?’ That’s your daughter, Barbie?”
“Yes. Her name is Zaria and she is my daughter.” Malik just stared at me and walked away without saying a word. He got in his car and drove away. He had the look of death in his eyes. I almost didn’t want to go home because I knew that I was going to feel his wrath. Darro grabbed Zaria and he walked away with her. She kept looking back at me and that hurt more than anything in this world. I got inside my car and cried like a baby. At this moment, I wish I never would have come here. How the fuck did Malik know I was here anyway?
“Everything is going to be okay. Don’t worry about Darro. I spend every other weekend with Zaria. Next weekend is my week, so I will bring her to see you. Do you want me to go to your house with you?”
“No. It’s okay.” I pulled away and drove back to my mother’s house. I dropped Chrissy off and we exchanged information. I promised to call her and let her know I was okay. I highly doubted that shit was okay. When I pulled up to my house, Malik was already there. When I walked up to the door he flung it open and yanked me in by my throat and put his gun to my head.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your fucking brains out.”
“Please, Malik! You have to listen to me. I was going to tell you. I just didn’t know how to.”
“All that don’t even matter right now. I can’t trust you. Pack your shit and get the fuck out.” Malik walked away and went upstairs. Next thing I know, he was throwing all my shit down the stairs. He was really overreacting right now but he wanted me out. I’ll take my kids and leave until he calms down.
Chapter 20- Malik
Can't Trust these Bitches
I hated to have to do this to Barbie but I can’t trust her behind this shit. The fact that she has been hiding a child from me has me looking at her different. I know that I should give her a chance to explain but I don’t even want to hear shit she has to say right now. I feel like I’m going to hit her and we’ve come too far for that. I love Barbie and I hate that she has been keeping this secret from me. Here it is I’ve been trying to get her to give me another seed and she’s been dead set against it. Now I know why. I really don’t care for that fuck-nigga she got a baby by. He looks suspect as hell to me. I most definitely will be keeping an eye on that nigga.
“You didn’t have to throw my shit around like that.”
“Shut the fuck up talking to me and get the fuck out before I lay hands on your deceitful ass.” I had jumped up and grabbed her hair. I really just wanted her to hurry up and leave.
“Let me go, Malik. I’ll leave as soon as I pack the kids some clothes.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind? Do you actually think that I would allow you to take my kids out of here? I can’t trust your ass. So, like I said before get the fuck out.”
“Hell no. That’s not fair. You know I’m a good mother to the kids. How can you just take them from me like this? Please, Malik, don’t take my kids from me. Let’s just talk”
“There ain’t shit to talk about. This my last time telling you get your shit and get out.” I had to step closer in her face to let her know I was not fucking playing with her ass. She stood there for too long and that pissed me off. So, I picked her ass up and carried her down the stairs. I opened the door and pushed her ass out onto the grass.
“Please, Malik, let me in! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Barbie was crying and banging on the outside of the door and I was on the other side hurt like hell. I was hurt because I hated to hear her crying and pleading but also mad as fuck that she had been keeping shit from me. I think my ego was fucked up more than anything. Not my baby Barbie. Barbie is not the type of woman that would keep some shit like this from me. There has to be a logical reason why. I just don’t want to hear the shit right now. I can’t even look at her ass right now. I have so much shit going. This shit ain’t going to do nothing but stress my ass out even more. I had to put the shit on the backburner and focus on this beef that’s going on in these streets. I was happy Barbie had finally gave up and left. I didn’t know how much longer I was going be able to hear her screaming and crying.
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It had been a couple of days since the incident with Barbie. I had to completely cut my phone off because Peaches had been calling and threatening me. I didn’t want to hear shit she was saying either. Barbie had already given upon and stopped calling me. I left the kids with Marta while I checked on my businesses. I thought that I had been neglecting shit while on house arrest, but to my surprise, Barbie had kept everything running and afloat. After checking my stocks and bonds I realized that she had made my companies even more money. She was also able to sell some of the properties that I hadn’t been able to sell. I’ve underestimated her abilities to handle our businesses. As I drove back home to get our kids I started to feel like shit because I really shouldn’t have put her out of our house. Once I gathered up our kids, I sent her a text telling her to come to the house. Barbie arrived about two hours later.
“I’m glad that you told me to come over. I just want to tell you everything, so that I can come home to you and the kids.”
“Actually I only told you to come home so that I can leave. I apologize for putting you out of our home. Tha
t shit was way out of line on my part. I’m still not trying to hear shit.”
“Really, Malik? I can’t believe you’re doing this. After everything that we’ve been through, you acting like a bitch-ass nigga.” Before I knew it I had wrapped my hands around her throat and tried to choke blood out of her ass.
“I can’t believe after all we’ve been through. You would keep some shit like this from me with your lying conniving ass. Stop fucking with me before I kill your ass!” The sound of our kids crying snapped me out of it. The last thing I wanted was for my kids to see me hurting their mother. I swear this shit with Barbie had me losing my fucking mind. I dropped her ass to floor and I tried to walk out the door, but of course, her crazy ass got up and came outside and started performing.
“Fuck you! After everything I took off your ass you just gone turn your back on me like this. Not once have I ever cheated on you. I fuck up one time and you acting like it’s the end of the fucking world. I’ve been a good mother to our kids. Not to mention, accepting and raising the baby you had on me with a bitch you cheated on me with. How soon do you forget the countless STD’s your nasty ass gave me? I know I’m not looking too trustworthy in your eyes right now, but no matter what, I’ve always stood by your side. If you want to walk out on me without letting me explain then so be it, nigga. I’ve been nothing but a down ass bitch for you. If you want to walk away, bye motherfucker. Trust and believe me I won’t be kissing your ass to stay.” Barbie walked away and slammed the door.
I jumped in my car and just drove around aimlessly. In deep thought, I knew that everything she said was true. Barbie had always forgiven me for all the shit I put her through. At least the shit we went through happened while we were together. When we first met, I told her everything about me besides the fact that I had been molested. All these years I’ve been thinking she really had it all bad and shit. In actuality, her ass has been hiding from the fact that she already has a daughter from a previous relationship. At least she knows when we lay next to each other at night my record isn’t squeaky clean. I’m the one lying next to a fucking stranger.
In need of a drink, I hit King up and told him to meet me at this low-key bar called Thirsty’s. I liked this spot because no one really knew about it. When I walked, inside it was more crowded than usual. I grabbed a booth in the back that was close to an exit, so that I could watch the front entrance. I gestured for the waitress and ordered a double shot of Remy. Soon after, King showed up.
“What’s up, my nigga?”
“Trying to blow off some steam. This shit with Barbie got a nigga fucked up.” I knocked back my double shot and started a tab for me and King.
“Did she tell you why she hid the shit from you?”
“I’m not even trying to hear shit she saying. I need to calm down first. I had put her ass out the house but I didn’t feel right about the shit. So, I told her to come back and I left.”
“You need to let Sis explain. I know for a fact that girl love your dirty drawers nigga.” King knocked back a shot and I just sat and thought about what he said. Looking up, I noticed the girl that was with Barbie the other day coming inside the entrance. I was hoping and praying her ass didn’t notice me. Something was funny looking about her ass.
“Ain’t that ole girl that was with Barbie?”
“Hell yeah. I hope her ass don’t notice me.”
“Too late.” I looked up and her ass was walking towards our table full speed ahead. I just shook my head praying that I didn’t have to knock this bitch out.
“While your ass in here getting fucked up you need to be at home with your wife.”
“Who the fuck are you and why is my wife any of your concern.”
“Christina but I prefer Chrissy Poo and Barbie is my little sister. I know you’re mad at her right now but you need to give her a chance to explain. Trust me, she had her reasons.”
I’m looking at this chick as she sits down next to King smiling all in his face. Before I could respond, I notice the nephew of Don Marciano walk in with a couple of his goons. King noticed and we both pulled our guns from our waists.
“Lordt, I’m too pretty to die. I haven’t even given birth yet.” Barbie’s sister started panicking.
“Get up and walk towards the exit behind us. Here are my keys. Get in the black Range and keep the engine running.”
“Please hurry up, Malik. I do not want to wake up dead.” She hurried up and ran out of the exit. As soon as the door closed, King and I approached their table.
“I heard you pussies was looking for Thug Inc!” I yelled before we aired the fucking table out. They never even had a chance to grab their guns. It was lights out for their asses.
“What the fuck did you see?” King yelled at the bartender. He took too long to answer, so King let off two rounds in his head then killed the waitress. We couldn’t afford to leave any witnesses. I went back to the office to look for the surveillance tapes, and to my surprise, theirs wasn’t even on. After torching the place, we got the fuck out of dodge.
“That shit was mad real,” King said, as we both jumped inside the Range. Christina was driving like a bat out of hell but she was flowing this motherfucker.
“Where the hell a chick like you learn how to drive a getaway car at?”
“You tried it brother-in-law. If you must know there was point in time when I was Barbie’s big brother Chris. Don’t let this pretty face fool you, boo,” she said, as she winked at King. I knew it was something strange about her ass.
“Don’t look at me Chris,” King said, as he cocked his gun back ready to shoot her ass.
“Boy, bye. You tried it. I prefer Chrissy Poo. ” She flung her hair over her shoulder and all we could do was shake our heads. I can’t believe she used to be a he. I had to hurry up and drop whatever it was off. During the ride she told me the story about Barbie. I hated that she didn’t tell me but the fact remains the same she kept it from me. I’m not as mad as I was at first. I just need some space for a little while. I decided to take Chrissy to the crib and let her stay with Barbie and the kids. I didn’t feel safe with her going to her own crib just yet. Thug was due to come home in two days. I’ll put him up on shit then. In the meantime, I need to sit back and see what Don Marciano about to try and pull. He asked for a war and that’s exactly what his ass is about to get.
Chapter 21- Thug
Major Moves
Palermo, Italy
We had been in Italy for almost two days. I still hadn’t really talked to Tahari about the incident at the bar. It really didn’t matter at this point. We were in a beautiful place. Although I was here on business, I still wanted some pleasure and alone time with my wife.
The first two days here I had been waiting for the phone call for me to meet up with Don Matteo. He was head of the Commission here in Italy. As a youngster I used to do hits for him when he was running Little Italy. Now, he had moved up the ranks. He has been one of the only Heads of the Families who supported me taking over The Santerelli Faction. Tonight, there’s a meeting at The Matteo family estate that we were invited to.
“Baby, are you sure my dress isn’t too short?” Tahari asked, as she looked over herself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but get hard looking at how beautiful she was. After five kids, she still had a flat stomach, perky-ass tits, and ass for days. Tahari was the definition of a bad bitch and she knew it.
“You cool, bae. That ass sitting up just how I like it.” I had to grab her and squeeze on it. I slid her panties down and started to place kisses on her neatly shaven pussy.
“We’re going to be late, Thug.”
“Fuck that! I want to make love to my wife. Lay that ass down so I can eat the pussy like groceries.” Tahari lay back on the bed and spread them legs just like I like it. I can never get tired of fucking my wife. Her pussy gets better and better every time I slide up in them guts.
“That shit feel so good, Ka’Jaire.” I flicked my tongue back and forth vigorously over her clit. I di
pped my tongue in and out of her pussy. I sucked on all of her juices as they flowed like a waterfall in my mouth. I went back to flicking my tongue across her clit and this caused her to shake uncontrollably as she squirted all over the place.
I stood up and dropped my boxers. I lay on top of her and entered her nice and slow. My body shuttered as I moved in and out of her. I had to lie there for a moment because I could feel myself getting ready to buss.
“That shit feel so fucking good, Ka’Jaire. Please, don’t stop. I want to feel all that Daddy Dick.” Tahari started to buck underneath me and that let me know she wanted to get fucked. I swear this Thug Passion is a motherfucker. I spread her legs above her head and the tips of her toes were touching the headboard.
“This how you want me to put this Daddy Dick on you?’ I was thrusting in and out of Tahari with so much force.
“Yasss! Fuck that pussy just like that. Ooh shit! I’m about to cum, Thug.”
“Cum all on your Daddy Dick.” We both came at the same time and I collapsed beside her on the bed.
“That shit felt so good, Ka’Jaire. I don’t even want to go nowhere now.”
“We have to. Come on, let’s freshen up before we’re later than we already are.”
Two hours later, we arrived at The Matteo Family Estate. There were armed men everywhere, posted on the roofs and all over the grounds of the house. Don Matteo wasn’t taking no chances. With shit I had going on back home I didn’t blame him.
As we walked inside his home we were escorted out to the terrace. I wanted to turn around and walk right back out. All of the women were walking around either naked or in skimpy bathing suits. Don Matteo, along with some of his other associates, sat around with women sitting on their laps as they gambled and smoked cigars. I looked at Tahari and all I could do was laugh at her face. She was biting her lip and I knew she was about to pop off.
