Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs)

by Clark, Wahida

  “You are so freaky, Kaylin. I love that about you.”

  “Shit baby, we got a wedding to get to. Let’s get in the shower and get this over with so we can come back to bed.”

  Angel giggled. “How long is our flight to Hawaii?”

  “Almost eight hours.”

  “Just me and you? No phones, no pagers, no clients, no traf-fic?”

  “Yeah, just me and you Red.”

  “Let’s get this over with, then.” She kissed him several times. “I love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  They were out of the shower when the consultants came back with the clothes. It had only taken them an hour and a half.

  Meanwhile, Tasha’s sister, Trina, just being nosy, was checking out everybody, welcoming the late arrivals. All of a sudden, this brother walked in and looked her up and down. “Damn, you fine,” she said, peeping his Armani suit and sniffing his sexy cologne.

  “You see somethin’ you like?” he asked, not waiting for an answer. “You must be Roz’s baby sister.”

  “I’m not a baby.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that. You look just like her. You grew up to be all of that!”

  “So are you. I know that’s not snakeskin material you got on your eye patch.”

  “Yes, it’s snakeskin.”

  “I like it. Are you a guest of the groom or the bride?”

  “Fuck the groom. I’m here for the bride. She’s my woman.

  Can you tell her Snake is here and he needs to talk to her?”

  Just then his boys came inside. There were five of them. Every

  body was strapped.

  A READING GROUP GUIDE

  EVERY THUG NEEDS

  A LADY

  ABOUT THIS GUIDE

  The suggested questions are intended to enhance

  your group’s reading of this book.

  DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

  1. Do you know of any young girls who had it as hard as Roz aka Tasha growing up? And if so, were they able to turn their lives around?

  2. Was Trae and Tasha in violation for forming a relationship? And if so, who was to blame?

  3. All of the men were “Thugs.” Do you think they have what it takes to stay legit? Or will they jump back into the game?

  4. After all of Trae and Tasha’s drama, are they ready for a baby?

  5. Do you think Trae killed Nikayah?

  6. During Trae and Tasha’s altercation did he go overboard when he shot the tire and bit her cheek?

  7. Can Kaylin and Angel’s marriage work or are they bound for destruction?

  8. What do you think happened when Trae and Kaylin were in Mexico?

  9. What was your reaction when Snake showed up at the wed¬ding?

  10. Do Angel, Kyra, Jaz and Tasha have an unbreakable friend¬ship?

  The following are sample chapters from ’s

  highly anticipated upcoming novel

  THUG MATRIMONY.

  This book will be available in April 2007

  wherever books are sold.

  ENJOY!

  Prologue

  Thug Matrimony

  It’s my wedding day. I’m Angel Denise Smith, but today I will officially become Mrs. Kaylin Santos. I am a corporate and

  entertainment attorney, and I am marrying a retired drug dealer. He’s a young brother who comes from a big family and who legally has a recycling business and a record label. He has a four year-old son by his ex named Malik, whom I love to death. You should hear him call me “Red,” the nickname his daddy calls me. He’s a trip.

  This has been a crazy day, my wedding day. For starters, last night I found out that I’m pregnant. My plan was to surprise my husband tonight on our honeymoon. But as fate would have it, I ate some salsa, guacamole and spicy chips, and two hours later my hand-beaded mother of pearl with swarvoski crystals, Vera Wang dream wedding gown was being used as a vomit dispenser. I was devastated. Then what really pissed me off, is when I sent for my husband-to-be, these two bitch-ass wedding coordinators, whom we are paying, had the nerve to tell me the bride is not supposed to see the groom or some ole off-the-wall bullshit like that. I went the fuck off! I told both of them hoez to get ta stepping! Shit, my husband, my baby, was the only one that could make it right and I needed him. Either that or call off the fucking wedding because it was gong to be my way or the highway. And just as sure as the sun does shine, my baby handled things. He made everything alright, well actually more than alright. After he found out that I was pregnant, he was ecstatic. Then he told me how much he loved me, how beautiful I am, and how I make him complete. Even when I began stressing over the fact that I was ready to practice law full time at the label and wasn’t sure about having a baby at this time, he made it alright again. He told me that the opportunity of practicing law full time wasn’t going anywhere so I might as well enjoy the pregnancy. He said that we had enough money to do whatever the fuck we wanted. And for me not to sweat the small shit. I was like, “I know that’s right!”

  Sensing that I was still stressing, he then asked me if I wanted him to get rid of all of my tension. I purred, “Please do,” and closed my eyes as he began to run his tongue over my pregnant nipples. I didn’t give a damn about all the guests sitting down-stairs waiting for our grand entrance. He then undressed me and spread my thighs so that he could look at my pregnant pussy. I could feel the juices trickle down as I watched my baby lick his lips while yanking off the Armani pants he was getting ready to walk down the aisle in. “Damn, this nigga is so fine,” I thought to myself. He began kissing the inside of my thighs and in four seconds flat, just like Lloyd Banks would say, “I’m on fire!” I grabbed that nigga’s head trying to guide it to the spot but he wouldn’t allow it because he decided he wants to tease. I though I was gonna die! That’s when he eased three fingers inside me and began working my juicy pussy, but as soon as he saw I was about to nut he slides them out and tells me to finish myself off. I was in pure ecstasy as he watched me take myself to the stairways to heaven. As soon as my legs started shaking my nigga crawled all the way up inside me. He was fucking me so good that I was screaming. We both bust our nuts at the same time. And believe you me all of my tension was gone!

  After about ten minutes he reminded me that we had a wedding ceremony to perform and pictures to take. So we got up, showered together, and as soon as he got dressed he headed out to get the photographer and our parents.

  So now I have my dream wedding gown back on, vomit free, and I’m sitting here at the vanity table looking in the mirror. Basically I’m just waiting for the photo session to commence. I have two group photos in front of me. The first one is of all the bridesmaids and the picture is beautiful. We were having dinner at Kaylin’s mother’s house. Then my gaze goes over to my sho’nuff dawgs. I’m crying now because I’m looking at an eight by ten flick of me, and my girls Jaz, Tasha, and Kyra. We went to an Olan Mills studio to do this one, right before we all gradu-ated. I can honestly say that those are my girls for life. We all have been through some shit, good times and some bad. Lots of bad (and if you haven’t read Thugs and the Women Who Love Them, do so and you’ll find out just how bad.) Anyway, I love these chicks.

  Kyra is my cousin. Her mom and my mom are sisters. That ho was strung out on heroin, overdosed, the whole nine yards. You talkin’ about a survivor. Her face should be by that word in the dictionary. She is still going to school to become a psychologist. She is enrolled in a Graduate Program at UCLA. She married Marvin, her nigga from back in the day. He got her strung out, did a eight-year bid upstate, came back for her and they’ve been thick as thieves every since. What makes me the happiest is that other than weed, they both have been drug free and have been blessed with a beautiful daughter named Aisha. They left New Jersey and moved to California.

  Then there’s Jaz. That bitch is a whole mess. A fuckin’ genius! Too smart for her own damn good. Can be dumb as hell some-times, too. Like the time she had that NBA nigga, not in her crib but all
up in Faheem’s spot. That bitch and the baller almost lost their lives. Come to think of it, that was also around the time when we found out she was working in a meth lab and had been doing so for almost a year. She was stackin’ mad dough but living off of Faheem’s. They got married and even though Jaz didn’t want any babies, Faheem wasn’t tryna hear that shit. They ended up with a spoiled little girl name Kaeerah. Jaz went to jail over that meth shit and was looking at football numbers. But Faheem, that nigga, did some grimey shit and next thing you know she beat the case. He’s a real “G,” stuck by her through it all. Now she’s living in the ATL, going to the Morehouse School of Medicine, which is the only part of the school that is co-ed. I hope she don’t get into no shit, ’cause niggas are everywhere! Nah mean!

  Last but not least is my girl Tasha, the drama queen. She’s another one who has been dragged through the fire. But just like gold, she came out shining. She went from hoeing at the age of nine or thirteen (you gotta read Every Thug Needs a Lady to get all of those juicy details) to selling dope, to her hooking up with one drug dealer only to be snatched up by that same drug dealer’s partna, Trae. That shit was crazy! She lost their first baby during some mad, mad drama that they was going through but now she has twins and is pregnant with another one. She’s one of them hoez that if you look at her wrong she gets pregnant. Anyway I love her and if she hadn’t been snatched up by Trae, I would have never met my Boo. That was weird the way that shit worked out. Trae and Kaylin are partners in crime. It’s like they are brothers from another mother or spiritual twins, some shit like that. However, he is so good to her and for her she is always happy and has changed and matured so beautifully, I can only thank God for everything he has done for all of us. Tasha and Trae are the only ones outta the crew that didn’t have a big wedding. They snuck off and got married in Jamaica or somewhere. They got money coming outta their asses and they, too, have moved to Cali. Tasha is a physical therapist and has her own rehab center. She gets to work on all of them big money gettin’ ball players.

  That’s right; there is nothing lazy about none of us. We may be hood, but we all know how to turn that shit on and off when needed. Now that’s what’s up!

  Now me? My shit is so fucked up I don’t even want to talk about it. For example, like I said, today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, my wedding day. But somehow it turns into my wedding blues. I can’t even bring myself to talk about it. So I’ll let Wahida fill y’all in. That chick is wicked with the pen.

  We love you Wahida! I’m out.

  Chapter 1

  Wedding Day Blues

  “Fuck the groom! I’m here for the bride, she’s my woman. Can you tell her Snake is here and he needs to talk to her?” As if on cue his boys came inside. There were five of them and every one of them was strapped.

  “Snake? You’re Snake, her ex?!!” Trina glared in disbelief. He gave her this look that said “what the fuck you think?” When she got the message, she made a mental note of all the niggas he had there for back up. “Aiight then. Wait right here and I’ll go get her.”

  “Yeah, you do that.” He said to Trina’s back as she walked away.

  “Ooooohhh shit! Ooooohhh shit!” Trina kept mumbling as she wove around and in between the many hotel guests as she was trying to rush to the elevator. “Ooooohhh shit! That nigga is alive and kicking!” She kept banging on the up button as if that would make the elevator move quicker. She looked up to see what floor they were on but only one of the elevators was moving. The other one appeared to be stuck on the 18th floor. She kept pressing the up button. When it finally opened she pushed her way on without even giving the guests an opportunity to get off.

  “Excuse you!” A young sister shouted at Trina as she mean-mugged her.

  “Bitch this is New York and you’re excused!” Trina shot back.

  “Trina why you always gotta start some shit?” Jaz teased. “And what’s up, who got your g-string all in a bunch?” Jaz was all hugged up on Faheem. They were the last two to step off of the elevator.

  Trina grabbed Jaz’s arm. “Aw shit! Come here y’all. Y’all ain’t gonna believe this shit! Guess whose here?” Jaz and Faheem just stared at her. Both of them obviously not up for no guessing games. Trina, sensing that, yelled out, “Muthafuckin’ Snake! That nigga is in the building!”

  “Snake!” Jaz and Faheem said simultaneously. “Who the fuck is that?!” Faheem needed to confirm. “Not Snake. You mean the pimp? I thought he was dead?” Faheem had a puzzled look on his face.

  “You and everybody else! It is on now!” Trina said, ready for some drama.

  “You sure it’s him?” Jaz was skeptical. “How do you know it’s him?” she pressed. None of them noticed that they were just riding the elevators as if they had no destination. Surprisingly, no one got on.

  “It looks like him. He said it was him, and he said for me to go get his girl.”

  “That’s impossible,” Jaz was shaking her head no. “What you been smokin’? You up here imaging things and shit.”

  “Imagining? I didn’t imagine that he had five niggas with him, and I know they’re carrying some heat!”

  “What?” That got Faheem on full alert. “Aw hell no!” Faheem was looking at Trina to see if she was for real. Jaz could see Faheem’s killer qualities kicking in.

  “Faheem?” Jaz said as she squeezed his arm.

  “Where’s Kay?” He asked Trina.

  “I think in Angel’s room.”

  “I need to go holla at him.” He hit the button to the suite level. “Trina go get Kyra, I’ma go tell Angel.”

  “Naw, you go get Kyra. I’ma go tell Angel. I’m not missing this!” Trina stood next to Faheem. “Later for Kyra. If I was you, I’d go with the rest of us.”

  “Kyra is her cousin. She needs to be there.” Jaz was getting agitated with Trina.

  When the elevator doors opened they followed behind Faheem to Angel’s suite. They heard laughter from behind the door. Faheem knocked as if he was the po-po.

  Kyra opened up the door. She had tears in her eyes. Everyone looked behind her and immediately knew why she had tears of joy cascading down he cheeks. Angel looked simply stunning. She was glowing as the photographer snapped pictures of her and Kaylin, then the bride by herself, then the bride and groom with all of the parents.

  “Yo Kay! I need to holla at you, man.” Faheem didn’t care to interrupt as he stepped inside the suite.

  “Hold up.” Kaylin kissed his moms on the check and walked her to the door.

  When Kaylin came back to the bar area Faheem said, “Get your wife.”

  “Get me for what?” Angel was already right behind Faheem and immediately detected the tension in his voice.

  “We got a problem.”

  “Damn. What now? We gonna start in exactly fifteen min-utes,” Kaylin said. “Whatever it is will have to wait until my day is over.”

  “Y’all got some unwanted guests and niggas is packin’ that heat. I don’t think that can wait. I suggest you get your squad ready,” Faheem warned Kay.

  “Them niggas stay ready. But I need to know who the fuck is tryna throw salt on my wedding and why I gotta get my squad in place?”

  “Me too.” Angel chimed in.

  “That nigga Snake.”

  “Snake?” Angel and Kaylin both said, confused.

  * * *

  In the meantime on the 18th floor ...

  Tasha was riding Shaheem on her hip, while glad to be spend-ing some time with her little brother Kevin. “I miss you, you little punk,” she teased.

  “I miss you too, you big punk.” He looked at his sister in admiration.

  “I worry about you all of the time Kevin.”

  “Don’t do that, ’cause what’s gonna happen is gonna happen.” As soon as Kevin pressed the up button the elevator doors opened and their eyes went to Trae lying on the floor bleeding.

  Kevin mumbled. “What the fuck?”

  “Oh my God! Trae!” She shoved Shah
eem into Kevin’s arms who was just standing there. “Get my baby outta here, he can’t see this!” she screamed. “Give me your cell phone. Oh my God!” She kept her eyes on Trae as she dialed 911. “Trae baby,” she knelt down beside him as she felt his weak pulse. “Trae baby, don’t do this to me. Don’t you do this to me! I need an ambulance at the Hyatt Regency.” She spoke firmly into the celly. “We’re on the 18th floor in the elevator. My husband is bleeding, his pulse rate is probably about 38; his breathing is very shallow and,” as she put he ear to his chest, she said, “I can’t tell if there is bubbling in his lungs. I think I’m losing him!” She screamed into the phone. “He was shot in the chest and leg and I think the shoulder or arm, I can’t tell its so much blood.” She noticed that his gun was lying next to him. She ran her finger over the barrel and it was still warm. “Please hurry!” She ended the call while tearing a strip off of the bottom of her dress. She tied it as tight as she could around his arm, went under the arm pit up to the shoulder. Then she tore another piece off and tied it tight around his leg. “Trae if you can hear me, I love you baby and you’re a fighter. I need you to fight. Fight for me baby. Fight for me and our boys. We need you baby. I can’t do this without you. Don’t make me do this without you. Do you hear me Trae?”

  “I hear you baby.” Trae was talking to her but no sound or words were coming out of his mouth. He felt as if he was floating out in orbit.

  “Stay with me baby.”

  “I’m with you. ”

  Just then hotel security came off the elevator. “Holy Shit!” He pressed the talk button on his walkie talkie and said, “They’re here on the 18th floor in the B elevator. Blood is everywhere.”