Addicted to a Dirty South Thug

by Shan

  I took one hand and pulled the hair from Deonna’s face before I rubbed my palm down her skin that seemed to be coated with caramel as it glowed from the light that shone down on her. I hadn’t noticed the glow until now, but it was evident, and it made her look even more beautiful.

  “Tyrin Walker,” I said, and just speaking that nigga’s name out loud caused my body to heat up. I stood up, loosened my tie, and then placed my hands in my pockets, afraid of what I might do with them. “You know that nigga stepped into my office today, right?”

  “What?” Deonna said.

  I tried to read her expression to see if she had known that the nigga was in town or not. I wanted to know if she had been in contact with him, and if not, I wanted to know when was the last time they’d spoken. “What did he want?”

  “He wants me to defend him in court. He says that if I defend him and get him off, then he won’t have to testify against you,” I said with a shake of my head.

  “Wow . . . that muthafucka. Testify against me? How is he going to testify against me?”

  “He’s claiming that he didn’t know anything about his books and any extra money that came through the doors of his carwash. He’s saying that he’s never touched the books or seen the books, and that you were the only person that had access to them.”

  “He’s lying. He checked over them with a fine-tooth comb each time to ensure that I never missed a fuckin’ dime.”

  “What the fuck does it matter, Deonna? Your name is on that shit! And not to mention you were there with that muthafucka six months ago. That was when you was supposed to be in Miami with Selena, fucking vacationing, but instead you doing work for that nigga. Did you fuck him, Deonna?”

  “No . . . no!” she yelled, and I just didn’t know if I could believe her.

  None of that shit sounded right to me. I couldn’t believe that she would go out of her way to work on his books one fucking time. She had to have fucked that nigga while she was there. Had to.

  “I don’t believe you, Deonna. You’ve lied to me about every part of your life before we met, so how do I know if what you’re telling me now is the truth?”

  “I only lied about Tyrin because I was ashamed of that part of my life. I didn’t want anyone to know that I was involved in that type of life. That’s why when I got with you and found out that you were no different, I was so upset.”

  “Was that the last time you saw him?” I asked her and noticed how her eyes danced around before she laid them on me.

  “That was the last time. I haven’t had any communication with that man. I swear to you, KaeDee. I wouldn’t do that to us.”

  “What the fuck you mean you wouldn’t do that to us? You did this shit to us when you never told me about it in the first place! You should’ve said something. How many women have we defended for the same shit, Deonna? You can go to jail, and if you do, what the hell do you think it’s gonna do to us, to Chanel?”

  “I thought that I was leaving all that in the past. I never knew that it would ever catch up to me, babe. I am so sorry. I swear I hate that I didn’t tell you the truth. You have to forgive me so that we can move on from this.”

  “I left your purse on the bed. I gotta go,” I told her as I exited the bathroom.

  “Wait, baby, wait. Please let me come home. I miss Chanel . . . and I miss you too.”

  “I’m going to defend your punk-ass boyfriend on the strength of Chanel and our baby that you’re carrying in your stomach.... That is my baby, right?” I asked without even turning to look at her. I didn’t even want to see if there was doubt. The thought of Deonna carrying another man’s baby infuriated me. I took in a deep breath and willed myself to stay cool.

  “What kind of question is that, KaeDee? Of course it’s your child,” she answered.

  “I’ll be in touch. For now, get you a hotel, and I’ll think about if I want to continue on with this marriage or not,” I told her before I walked away and left the house.

  I made my way to my 2015 pearl-colored Bentley Continental and disarmed the alarm. Once I pulled the door open, I sat down inside, cranked the ignition, and pulled out of the driveway. I had a feeling about Deonna that I just couldn’t trust, and my instincts had hardly ever led me wrong.

  When I pulled out of the gated community, I drove a bit down the road and pulled into a nearby gas station. Pulling up to the pump, I got out and slid my card through the machine before I started to pump the gas. After a couple of minutes, I was pulling away from the pump just in time to see Deonna’s BMW pass me by. She was so focused on where she was going that she didn’t even notice me. I waited for a few moments before deciding to pull into traffic a few cars behind her. I wanted to see where she was headed as I followed her onto the freeway, keeping my distance once we both picked up speed in conjunction with the other cars.

  Twenty minutes later, she exited into downtown Dallas and drove a few miles down the road before pulling into the parking lot of the W Hotel. She parked her car next to a brand-new Aston Martin, and I didn’t even think twice about it until the door swung open and Tyrin’s bitch ass stepped out. My jaws clenched as I pulled into a parking spot that had them in my direct line of vision.

  Tyrin pulled Deonna’s door open, and she stepped out and directly into his embrace. I shook my head as I watched the interaction between the two of them. They didn’t seem to be two people that hadn’t seen each other in six months. The way that Tyrin touched the side of Deonna’s face and stared down at her, I knew that everything she had told me was a lie.

  He leaned over and tried to kiss her, but Deonna turned her head and stepped away from him. He said something that I couldn’t quite pick up from reading his lips, and Deonna slowly nodded her head in response to him. Taking her hand into his, he led her toward the hotel, and I reached over into the center console, pulled my pistol, and stepped out of my ride.

  Chapter 9

  Deonna

  Hearing that Tyrin was in town and had been up to the law firm had me heated. I didn’t know what the hell he was trying to do by coming to see my husband, and I wasn’t about to have him messing up my relationship. What he and I had ended years ago when I picked up and left Miami to start my life over in D.C. I admit that I did make the mistake of allowing him to entice me into seeing him when Selena and I took that vacation to Miami months back. Shit, Tyrin had always been tempting to me. He claimed that he only wanted to have dinner, but I should’ve known that being in Tyrin’s presence would only lead to my panties ending up on the floor and us making love into the wee hours of the morning. It never failed. That was the first and last time that I had ever cheated on my husband, and I hoped that by Tyrin being there, he wasn’t looking to stir up any drama.

  I had only done his books for him while I was there because he claimed that he had to fire the last girl and had gotten super behind. After that one time, I warned Tyrin to never contact me again, but of course, he hadn’t listened. It hadn’t mattered, though, because I made sure that I never replied to any of his efforts to reach out to me.

  He’d always hated it back then whenever I said that I was leaving him, and he couldn’t understand why I wanted to mess up a good thing. What we had was good, too good, but Tyrin was bad for me. He didn’t fit the lifestyle that I wanted for myself, and for that reason, I had to move on. I could never have kids with him or even settle into one place, because shit was always popping off when it came to Tyrin. He lived life on the edge, and the thrill of the game excited him. Muthafuckas was always shooting at him, he had been robbed more times than I could count, and I was sure that he was responsible for part of the high body count in Miami.

  Tyrin wasn’t anything like KaeDee, who was careful and more calculating. He lived his life one day at a time, and I couldn’t roll with that. I had to go, had to get away from him before I ended up dead, on a cold-ass table, forcing my parents to have to come out and identify me.

  “Bae, stop walking so slow,” Tyrin said as he pulled me from
my thoughts and to the reservations desk.

  I nervously looked around and hoped that no one there would recognize me. I didn’t even know what the fuck I was doing there with Tyrin. The minute KaeDee left, I had contacted Tyrin and told him that it was fucked up that he was trying to railroad me in the way that he was. He claimed that he could explain. He asked me to meet him so that we could talk in person, because his line was most likely being tapped by the FBI. I knew that meeting up with Tyrin was the last thing I needed to do, but somehow, I convinced myself that I needed to hear what he had to say.

  “Why are you getting a room, Tyrin? Let’s just find a private area in their lobby for us to speak,” I said, knowing damn well the reason he wanted to get a room. I wasn’t slow, and I knew how this shit was going to go. I could feel my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I suddenly thought of how I knew Tyrin was going to fuck me. He always got down in the bedroom, and if I were handing out trophies, he would definitely be crowned king.

  Shit, I thought as I started to feel guilty as hell. I had just found out I was pregnant not even an hour ago, and there I was ready to be fucked by a man that wasn’t my husband. What the fuck am I doing here?

  “Come on, let’s go,” Tyrin said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the elevators.

  I had ample time to say no and just turn around and walk away, but I didn’t. I got on the elevator with Tyrin, rode up to the thirty-ninth floor, got off, and followed him to the room. My heart beat heavily against my chest as we walked inside, and Tyrin immediately put his arms around me.

  “Shit, I fuckin’ miss you, girl.”

  “Hmmm,” I moaned as he slid his ferocious tongue across the back of my neck. He slid his hand underneath the pencil skirt that I wore and rummaged his fingers in between my thick thighs. I shuddered at his touch. I closed my eyes and allowed my head to relax against his chest as his fingers made love to and danced against my clit.

  “That nigga hitting on you, Deonna?” he asked, I guess noticing the swelling on my jaw.

  “No,” I said as I shook my head, and he slid a finger inside my pussy. “Wait, wait . . . wait!”

  “Don’t play with me, Deonna. Take this shit off and let me taste that pussy,” Tyrin said as he backed me up toward the bed.

  I put my hand up to stop him and stared into his decadent, light brown eyes. Tyrin’s pretty-boy looks always fooled people into believing that he was one of the good guys that could be trusted, but they were always sadly mistaken. Tyrin was a light-skinned nigga with baby features. He was every bit of thirty but looked to be more like twenty-five years old. The fade that he rocked was always spinning with waves, and he kept it cut low and neatly tapered. His facial hair was to a minimum. with only a slight peach fuzz on his chin. He stood at five feet ten inches, chiseled and firmly built, with some sexy-ass bowlegs.

  “You’re a snitch now, Tyrin?” I asked him as he removed his shirt and got down on his knees in front of me. I looked down at him as he licked his lips and tried to pull my skirt up. “Stop it, Tyrin, and answer me.”

  “Take this shit off,” he said and reached behind me to unzip my skirt. He tugged at it until it came from around my thick hips and pooled around my ankles. Tyrin removed my Louboutins from my feet one by one and tossed them to the side. He pulled the skirt away, and then came for my panties.

  “No, I’m serious. Answer me. You really gonna snitch on me if my husband doesn’t defend you?”

  “Man, what the fuck you gotta bring that nigga up for? Fuck your husband,” Tyrin snapped, reminding me again of another reason of why I had left him. His attitude wasn’t shit to play around with, and I always feared back then that one day he would stop taking shit out on them streets and bring it home to me. He was big on verbal abuse and had never put his hands on me, but I didn’t know if and when that shit would change, so I didn’t stick around to find out.

  “See, this why I can never stay in the room with you for too long. I’m gone,” I said as I kneeled down to pick up my skirt.

  There was a knock at the door. I looked at Tyrin to see if he was expecting anyone, and he shrugged his shoulders and made his way over to the door. He didn’t even check to see who it was before he pulled the door open.

  “It’s for you,” Tyrin said and stepped to the side while I was in the middle of pulling my skirt up over my butt. I instantly began to sweat, and my heart beat achingly in my chest as I looked up to see that it was my husband standing on the other side of the door. The look of hurt was evident in his eyes, and I could only imagine what it looked like to him. Although I hadn’t fucked Tyrin, I was pretty sure that it looked like I did.

  I held my hand over my chest, feeling as if I was going to have a fuckin’ heart attack when KaeDee punched Tyrin in the side of his face so hard that it sent him flying across the room. I jumped back and covered my mouth, watching as KaeDee pounced on Tyrin and pounded his humongous fist into every part of his body. I had never seen my husband this angry before. It was like he snapped and transformed into the Incredible Hulk. His big, burly body was frightening, and I feared that he was going to kill Tyrin.

  “KaeDee!” I yelled, trying to stop him, but he just kept going. I couldn’t believe that I had fucked up this bad. I don’t know why I had even gone there knowing that I was a happily married woman. I knew the things that Tyrin did to me. I knew what being in a room alone with him would do to me. I could almost never say no to him, which was why I had opted to stay away from him before now. I loved my husband, but truthfully, I don’t think I had ever really fallen out of love with Tyrin. Leaving him was the hardest thing that I’d ever had to do, but I loved my life, and I didn’t want my parents to ever have to bury me, so it was something that I’d had to do.

  KaeDee was something every woman needed in her life. He was caring, loving, strong, and charismatic. He was as fucking smart as he was strong and giving. He had the greatest head in the world on his shoulders and would do anything for those that he loved. He was the greatest provider ever, a fantastic life partner, and he was my heartbeat. Without my heartbeat, I couldn’t live. KaeDee was what I needed to keep breathing, but then whenever I thought about Tyrin, which I tried my hardest not to do often, he was what I needed to stay alive inside. He excited me whether I wanted to admit that or not. Tyrin was like a fuckin’ drug, and being that I was a strong woman, I was able to stay away from him, but whenever he was in my face—or like that day, in the area—I had to have him.

  KaeDee my oxygen, Tyrin my satisfaction, and both completed me and made me whole. Seeing my husband about to take Tyrin away from me started to slowly kill me on the inside. When KaeDee pressed his pistol to Tyrin’s head, I began to choke. I huddled over and coughed uncontrollably, suddenly and finally admitting to myself that I had been missing Tyrin something serious. I realized that now, and I knew that if we could all walk out of there that day, I would not deny my feelings for him any longer.

  “KaeDee, please,” I begged him for his sake and mine. I stepped forward, hoping that maybe I could talk KaeDee out of the mistake he was about to make. “Baby, remember Chanel back home. What will she do without her daddy? And this baby that I’m carrying, this could be the son that you’ve always wanted.”

  “You preg . . . pregnant again by this nigga? Where the fuck is my child, Deonna?” Tyrin asked, and I watched KaeDee’s eyes go blank as he looked at me and then down at Tyrin. He was ready to squeeze the trigger, but thank God the police came in right in time. I don’t think I had ever been so happy to see the police a day in my life.

  “Freeze!” one of the officers yelled as he pulled his weapon and pointed it at KaeDee’s back. KaeDee quickly dropped the pistol and didn’t hesitate to lie down on the floor and place his hands over the top of his head.

  Chapter 10

  Khian

  I sat in the car and waited for Daelan to bring his ass on so that we could go and bail KaeDee out of jail. He ended up having to spend the weekend in Lew Sterrett and wasn’t abl
e to see a judge until this morning. They granted him a $500,000 bond, and I had stopped by a bail bondsman’s office a few hours ago so that they could post it. He was supposed to be released no later than two in the afternoon. It was already going on 1:30, and Daelan still hadn’t brought his ass out yet.

  I honked on the horn a few times and was ready to pull out my cell to call when he finally emerged from the house. He had a Styrofoam cup in his hand, and a blunt hung from the corner of his mouth. It fucked me up to see my li’l bro so fuckin’ careless like he was. It seemed like he and Emon didn’t appreciate shit. They had it the fuckin’ easiest out of all of us, and maybe that was the fuckin’ problem. KaeDee, Cass, and I had made this dope game shit easy for them, so they really didn’t know what it meant to work for shit.

  Emon’s dumb ass got locked up on his eighteenth birthday after he was gifted a Porsche Panamera by me and KaeDee. He took it out joyriding with two of his homies, and they never made it home that night. They had almost a pound of weed in the car, pills, and Emon’s ass was strapped with a nine millimeter. KaeDee took on Emon’s case when he was fresh out of school, and he did the best he could, but unfortunately, it wasn’t enough. Emon got four years, and KaeDee beat himself damn near to death about it, but shit, it wasn’t his fault. We taught Emon and Dae better, but them niggas didn’t listen to shit. They thought they knew everything, but they both were dumb as fuck. They never thought shit out and always acted on impulse.

  KaeDee wanted me to put Dae out and have him doing something else besides this dope shit, in fear that he was either gonna fuck up our connect, or have us going to war over some bullshit. I heard what he was saying, but at the end of the day, Dae was my youngin’, and I couldn’t just snatch this shit away from him. He put in work, too, and even if it wasn’t as much as the rest of us, he still did his part.

  “Man, what this nigga done did to get himself locked up? I bet it’s behind Deonna’s bitch ass,” Dae said the moment he sat down in the car and closed the door behind him. He took a sip from the Styrofoam cup, and then took a pull from the blunt before passing it over to me.