by Mz. Lady P
Quaadir took in everything that I had said. He kissed me on the jaw and got up and grabbed Keesha by the hand and they walked out the door. She wasn’t fighting him, so that what a good sign. Now that I think about it, they belong together. Going around cutting heads off and shit. That is some crazy shit.
After I drank a little more, I was ready to fall back and lay up with my man. I’ll be glad when all of their asses leave. I love all of them dearly but they have to get the fuck out of here. Quanie likes for us to walk around naked.
Don’t judge me.
Chapter 23- Dutch
Body Parts
I hadn’t spoken to my mother since the last time she came and visited the house. I had been calling her over and over again. Her voicemail box was filled up, so I couldn’t even leave a voicemail. I even went so far as to go to her office. Her secretary was also concerned about her whereabouts. I was hoping that she was just laying low until all this shit blew over. My gut was telling me different. Dior, on the other hand, was pissing me off. She insisted my mother was hiding from me on purpose. I knew better, though. Some shit was not right I could feel it. I needed to put all that shit on the back burner. Thug had called a meeting for all of us to meet at his house.
“Please, Dutch, don’t be out all night. Baby D has a fever and I might need to take him to the hospital.”
“I promise I won’t. It will only be a couple of hours. You know I have to go to this meeting. I have my phone on so just call me.” The baby had been sick and fussy for a couple of days. I hated to leave Dior alone with the baby but I had to.
“Please be careful, bae. I’m going to wait up for you. I can’t sleep when you’re gone.”
“I will. Love you, ma. Try to get some sleep.”
“I love you more. You already know I can’t sleep when you’re gone. I’ll be up when you get home.” We shared a passionate kiss and I kissed my son on the forehead. I headed out the door and was in deep thought as to where the hell my mother could be. I arrived at Thug’s house in record time. Everybody was already in the conference room.
“What’s funny?” I asked as I sat in my chair and poured me a shot of Remy.
“Laughing at how those Boss Ladies had whooped Malik’s ass. Barbie gave that nigga a black eye. His ass got a blood clot in it and everything.” Quaadir was laughing his ass off.
“Man, shut the fuck up! This shit hurt every time I blink. Since you’re in my shit, tell these niggas how I heard your ass crying, begging Keesha to come back home.”
“Hell yeah. I was begging like Keith Sweat, on bended knee like Boyz to Men. Your ass better get out your feelings and beg Barbie to take your ass back. You still sleep on Momma couch with your crybaby ass. Nigga, you was crying because Quanie was knocking Ma shit out the frame.”
“So what. That shit is going to traumatize me for the rest of my life. Quanie lucky Ma love his ass or he would be floating in Lake Michigan somewhere.” Malik’s ass got major Mommy issues and I don’t think he even realizes it. But y’all think I’m crazy. Fuck out of here.
“Can we please stop discussing Peaches and Quanie’s sex life? Let’s talk about this move we about to make.” Thug spoke and we all stopped talking and gave him our full attention. The room was silent with the smell of Kush and Remy.
“Have you heard from your OG yet?” Thug asked
“I haven’t heard nothing. This shit is crazy. I got a funny-ass feeling some shit ain’t right. I’m trying not to even think about it. Let’s discuss this next move.” I was trying to talk about everything but the fact that my mother was missing.
“As you already know, Don Matteo is dead. Now that he’s out of the way we can focus on the Marciano situation accordingly. That nigga has a lot of influence over the Heads of the families here. I guess they look up to him. That’s all fine and dandy. He thinks that he should be head of the Chicago Commission. Not only am I a threat, but my entire organization is a threat to him. Since he feels like he should be Head and his followers agree, we kill the Head and the body will most definitely fall. This weekend is the Italian Festival. That’s where will be meeting up at. Usually, it’s just me and my wife in attendance. This time, we will all be at the meeting. Fuck the technicalities, we’re killing everyone in that motherfucker. When the smoke clears, the only one that will be left standing is Thug Inc. We’ve come too far for these motherfuckers to even think they could lay us down. We let them make it for too long. It’s a wrap. Quaa and Malik, I need you niggas on point and game tight. Handle that shit on the home front. That shit got you off your square. That shit is not a good look. I don’t want no fuck-ups.” Thug continued to talk but my phone began to ring and I knew it was Dior. I quickly answered. I couldn’t even understand what she was saying through all the screaming she was doing.
“Calm down, Dior. I can’t hear you.” Once she got herself together, she was able to tell me that she was on her way to take the baby to the hospital. When she walked out, she found a box in the middle of the driveway with blood pouring from it.
“I got to roll out some shit going on at the crib. Roll out with me.” Without hesitation we got up to leave. All you could hear was the sounds of guns being loaded and cocked. In my heart, I already knew what was in the box. When we made it to the crib, Dior was standing in the driveway.
“Why are you out here? Go in the house with my son.”
“I was waiting on you.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I could tell that she was scared. Mainly because she probably thought it was me in the box. She wouldn’t say it, but her eyes said it all. She was hugging me so tight. I had to pry her hands from around my neck.
“I’m cool. Go in the house.” I had to get stern with her, so that she could actually go in the house. Once she went inside, I turned to walk towards my crew.
“Walk with me, lil’ bro,” Sarge said, as he wrapped his arm around my neck and walked me away from the box. I looked back and noticed the crew with somber faces. We walked to the back of my house and sat on the patio. Sarge pulled a blunt from his ear and flamed it up,
“That’s her ain’t it?”
“Yeah. I ain’t want you to see that shit. I know you’ve laid a lot of motherfuckers down but that shit don’t matter when it’s the person that birthed you. The last thing I would want is for you to see that. I still have nightmares to this day after I identified my mother in the morgue. Her throat had been slit from ear to ear. That shit bothers me to this day.” I heard everything that Sarge was saying but my mind had drifted away. All I could see was the good times we had when I was a kid before Snake came in and ruined everything.
At that point I was wishing that I had never acted out and told my mother what I was going through. All this time that we had spent apart we could have been together and making our relationship better. We both missed out on so much. If I could turn back the hands of time, I swear shit would be so different. That familiar anger was creeping back in that I’d suppressed for so long. At this point, all I needed was Dior and my son.
“I didn’t even get to know her. She was here one minute and gone the next. I swear, no matter how much I try to do good that bad part of me is so ready to resurface.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over this. You and I both know this shit is a part of the life we live. Plus, you just soft with your girl and son. In the streets, you’re a force to be reckoned with. I know this shit got you fucked up in the head. Let’s regroup and annihilate these motherfuckers who did this shit.”
All I had was murder in my eyes. I could feel Dior watching me. I looked up to our son’s bedroom and I saw her cradling him. She mouthed the words, “I love you.” That soothed my heart. I knew if I didn’t have anyone in this world I had her and my son.
Chapter 24- Dior
My Husband's Keeper
Just seeing the hurt in my husband’s eyes killed my soul. Dutch was so happy being reunited with his mother. That was the happiest I had seen him in a long time. I can tell that her being kille
d has taken a toll on him.
We moved the next day after someone dropped her body parts off in our driveway. We watched the surveillance tape and we were only able to make out a black figure. How the fuck they got past our guards is beyond me. Dutch was livid and gave all of their asses leg shots and he fired their asses. After the memorial service, he had become totally disconnected from me and Baby D. I didn’t like that shit at all. He was snapping at me for any little thing. He had even started back drinking heavy and smoking hella Kush. The fact that he stayed locked up in his office didn’t make it any better. I had to basically drag his ass out of there. Losing a parent is hard. I know how that shit feels from personal experience. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of my mother. However, my life has to keep going and Dutch needs to get with the program.
Dutch and I haven’t had a moment to ourselves since we had the baby. I was so glad Momma Peaches and Quanie volunteered to keep Baby D for us. I went out and brought some sexy lingerie from La Perla. Since he loves seafood I cooked some lobster tails, crab cakes, grilled shrimp, broccoli, mashed potatoes, and cheddar biscuits. It was looking like Red Lobster in my kitchen. All I wanted to do was cater to my man. He deserved all this and so much more. I just wanted to cheer him up and get dicked down in the process. I’m used to getting dicked down every day. Now, I’m lucky if I get it twice a week. That shit is for the birds. Dutch need to step his dick up. I’m not insensitive to what he’s going through but a bitch got needs. I decided to just wear my lingerie during dinner.
“Dinner is ready. Come and eat before it gets cold.” I stood in the doorway of his office trying to look all sexy and shit. He didn’t even look up at me. He just kept going over his books and bank statements.
“Put my plate up. I’m not hungry.”
“Get your ass up and eat. I don’t want to hear that shit.” I walked over to him and knocked all of his papers on the floor. His MacBook and iPad would have been on the floor as well but he caught them in time.
“Don’t get fucked up.”
“I’m sick of this shit right here.” I stormed off towards the kitchen and I grabbed each pot of food and emptied that shit in the trash talking as I did it. “This motherfucker got me fucked up. I been slaving over a hot-ass stove all day for him and this is the thanks I get?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I pushed past his ass and walked to our bedroom and started taking off the lingerie, so that I could put on regular pajamas and go to bed. I wasn’t beat for dealing with the bullshit. I was completely naked when Dutch came into the room and tackled me on the bed. He lay on top of me and held me down.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re mad.” He tried to kiss my lips but I turned my head. His lip landed on my jaw. He roughly grabbed my face and shoved his tongue down my throat. He had my coochie tingling but I wasn’t giving in that easy.
“Get off of me. I’m mad at you right now.” I tried my best to push him off of me but he wasn’t budging. He looked at me with those sexy eyes while he licked his lips with that hurricane tongue I fell in love with. Why in the fuck did he have to be so fucking sexy? I can’t stay mad at him if I wanted to. He started placing kisses on my neck and moving down to my breasts. He gently bit down on my nipples causing me to let out a soft moan. I could feel his fingers gently massaging my clit. I started to drip instantly.
“What are you doing to me Dominique?”
“I’m apologizing. Feed Daddy that pussy.” He undressed and lay back on the bed. I climbed up on him and lowered my pussy onto his face. The way his tongue was darting in and out my pussy was sending me on waves of ecstasy. He was squeezing and slapping the shit out of my ass cheeks. After cumming all over his face, I kissed him passionately so that I could taste my own juices. I slid down on his dick and started to ride him. He grabbed my waist and thrusted in and out of me with so much force, I could feel his ass damn near in my chest.
“That dick feel so good, baby. Please don’t stop.” Dutch flipped me over on all fours and started hitting my shit from the back. He grabbed a handful of my Senegalese Twists. He held my hair in one hand while he smacked my ass cheek with the other. All the while fucking the lining out my ass.
“Do you accept Daddy’s apology?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t hear you. Do you accept Daddy apology?” He started to thrust even harder and pull my hair harder. I could feel this motherfucker pulling my braids out.
“Yesssss! I accept your apology, Daddyyy! I’m about to cum all over that big black dick.”
“That’s right, I want to see that motherfucker squirt.” As he continued to thrust in and out of me, I felt him sticking his thumb in my asshole. He knows that shit drives me crazy after he came all in me. He pulled out and slowly entered my asshole. I was gripping the sheets and whatever else I could find to bite down on. Once the pain subsided, the pleasure set in and I came multiple times.
“That’s right, give Daddy all that ass.” I could feel his entire dick going in and out of me and that shit drove me crazy. I started to play with my clit to increase the sensation. Not long after, Dutch pulled out and dived right back into my pussy and released all of his seeds inside of me. I was exhausted and I collapsed on the bed and he lay beside me. Shortly after, he drifted off to sleep. I remembered the mess that I made. There was no way I could go to sleep without cleaning the kitchen or cleaning Dutch’s office. I threw on my robe and headed towards the kitchen. After I cleaned all the food up, I headed towards his office to pick all of his paperwork up that I knocked on the floor.
As sat in his chair and put all the papers back into the manila folder, something caught my eye. It was a blinking red light it was then I remembered that I never disconnected the video device that I had placed inside his office. It wasn’t intentional. I only wanted to hear the conversation between him and his mother. My mind started to wonder what else I had possibly recorded. I knew that Dutch was knocked out, so this was the perfect time for me to look at the footage on my iPad. I went and retrieved it and sat on the couch. I pulled up the footage and listened to countless conversations between Thug and the rest of the crew. It was then that I found out about the hit they were doing the upcoming weekend on Marciano and Max Briggs. I had to hurry up and let Tahari know because we had already set our plan in motion to take them down. If we wanted to do it, we needed to move in on them immediately.
“What are you up looking at?” Dutch scared the shit out of me. I almost pissed on myself I had to think of something quick.
“I couldn’t sleep so decided to check my emails, messages, and Instagram. I was just about to come to bed.” I sat my iPad down on the coffee table and headed to bed. I made sure to send the girls a text telling them to be suited and booted. We were moving in sooner than we had planned.
Chapter 25- Barbie
I Hate that I Love You
Despite the issues going on with my marriage, I was happy because I had my daughter and my sister back in my life. Darro and I had come to a mutual agreement that Zaria could spend the weekends with me. Ever since she met everyone at Peaches’s house, that is all she talks about.
After crying for hours about seeing her sisters and brother, he had no choice but to give in. Zaria had him wrapped around her finger. I just love how she has taken to us. I know that it will take time for her to get used to the fact that I’m her mother and when the time is right, I’ll sit her down and tell her everything. Right now, I just want her to enjoy this time with her family. She loves Momma Peaches. She treats Zaria like she is one of her own grandchildren and that’s enough for me.
Malik and I were still on bad terms. He tried to talk to me after we beat his ass at Peaches house. He started disrespecting me, so I hit his ass in the eye and blacked his shit. I walked away from him and took my kids with me. I was done apologizing to Malik. I made a mistake and the only person I owed an explanation to was Zaria. Malik would either a
ccept my fuck up or divorce my ass. Don’t get me wrong, a divorce was not what I wanted. However, I would gracefully bow out if he couldn’t get over things. I hated that I loved him so much. I longed for his touch. Hell, a text or phone call would be okay with me but Malik was giving me nothing but his ass to kiss. My entire day was filled with thoughts of him. I’m so thankful to have Chrissy and Chanel in my life. They have really been my rock through all of this.
Since reuniting with my sister we have become so close. Her shop was very successful and she was cool with Trish from back in the day. I swear it’s a small world. Chrissy is always talking about her Mr. I can’t wait to meet him. I hated that she wanted me to meet her at our mother’s house. That was the last place I wanted to go. That bitch was downright evil. The entire ride to her house I asked God to please keep me calm and not kill her ass with my bare hands.
“I told your ass to be outside. Your ass heard me honking the damn horn.” I walked inside my mother’s house and she was sitting in her favorite place, on the couch. I couldn’t believe she still had the same fucked-up furniture with plastic on it and a damn floor-model TV.
“Don’t be turning your nose up in my shit. Far as I’m concerned, you can get the fuck out and go back to where you came from. I can’t stand to even look at your ass.” I just stood in the middle of the living room looking at this horrible woman that birthed me. I knew this would be the last time I ever grace this bitch with my presence.
“I’m sorry, sis. I needed to grab some things before we headed out. I’m ready now.” I heard Chrissy talking but my focus was on our mother.
“Why do you hate me so much? I’ve never done anything to you.”
“Fuck this shit. Let’s just go, Barbie.” Chrissy was trying to pull me out of the door but I yanked away from her. I needed to hear this shit.
