by Mz. Lady P
Chapter 13- Thug
My Down Ass Bitch
Once Malik gave me the information I needed on Arnez's bitch ass I put my own plan into motion. Since he was a police officer, I wanted to murk his ass myself. Sarge and Malik had been putting in overtime making sure shit was straight with the traps and laying niggas down. Not to mention staying on point looking for Venom and Cassie.
It'd been a minute since I had been able to sleep during the night, but just laying here next Tahari was good enough for me. Looking at the time, it read two in the morning and it was time for me to move on this bitch ass nigga. I slowly eased out of the bed trying my best not to wake up Tahari. The last thing I needed was for Tahari to be asking questions. She always did that shit right before I was on my way out to commit murder. Dressed in a black Akoo hoodie, black Levi's, and a pair of Black leather Timberlands; I had to be fresh to death even when I'm about to murk a muthafucka’. I grabbed my keys off the nightstand and was headed out the bedroom door.
"Where the fuck you going, Ka'Jaire?" Tahari had sat up in bed and cut the light on.
"I need to handle some business. I'll be back in a little while."
"Why do you have on all black?" Here she go with the fucking questions.
"I said I'll be back."
"Wait on me. I'm going with you." Tahari got out of bed and ran into the closet to change. I knew this was a losing battle. This is what the fuck I get for always testing her gangsta and her loyalty. Ta-Baby be down to ride for whatever these days. No matter how many times I say no to her, she just doesn't listen at all.
"What you got on all black for?" I asked as Tahari stood in front of me with a tight fitted hoodie, stretch pants, and a pair of black Nike wedge boots.
"We have to be dressed alike when we about to lay a muthafucka down. Plus, I've been dying to use Ms. Pearlie." I couldn't help but to laugh as she kissed her pearl handled nine millimeter.
"Bring your little wild ass on." On our way over to the house, we passed a Kush blunt back and forth between us. Once we arrived on the block that Arnez lived on, I parked a couple of houses down from his house. "Do you see that house with the American Flag hanging from it?"
"Yeah I see it."
"That's where Detective Arnez lives. I know that he is in there right now and so is his wife. We're going through the side door because they always leave it unlocked. Follow my lead when we get in there. Shoot first and don't ask no questions. Never hesitate. A moment of hesitation can get you killed. Are you ready?"
"Let's do this shit!" I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I couldn't wait to get home and get up in them guts; Tahari got me harder than a motherfucker.
We tightened the strings on the hoods of our hoodies and jogged up the street. Once we made it to the side door, it was opened as expected. We both put on our black leather gloves before entering. I entered first and Tahari followed close behind me. I already knew the bedroom was upstairs to the right. I needed to make sure his ass was in the room. We ascended up the stairs and entered the bedroom. Arnez's fat ass was asleep snoring like a damn bear. His wife was asleep, as well.
We backed out of the room and went down to the kitchen. I instructed Tahari to cut the gas on as high as it could go. I immediately started removing the smoke and Carbon Monoxide detectors. I made sure all the windows were shut so that no air could get inside of the house.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" The sound of gunfire erupting caused me to turn around and take over. Looking from beside the refrigerator, Tahari was standing there with a smoking gun in her hand Arnez's wife was on the floor with two bullet holes to the head and one to the chest.
"That a girl," I said as we ran up the stairs to find Arnez. This motherfucker slept hard as hell. I couldn't believe he had just slept through that damn gunfire. I immediately placed a pillow on his head and gave his ass three to the dome. Heading back downstairs, I watched as Tahari turned the burners to the stove on. Grabbing a piece of newspaper, she lit it and through it onto the sofa. We got the fuck out of dodge as the flames rose quicker than we expected.
In less than an hour, we were back at home in bed fucking each other’s brains out as if we never left.
The next morning we sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast that Marta had prepared for us. Tahari was cutting up the kids’ pancakes and I was reading the newspaper sipping on some Orange Juice. Marta loved to watch TV as she did her housework. A news report came on saying that a highly decorated police officer and his wife perished in a fire early this morning and that they believed the two were murdered prior to the house being set on fire.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Kenneth they must have pissed off the wrong people!" Marta said in her thick Spanish accent
"Indeed they did Marta." I sipped my orange juice and looked over at Tahari as she placed a strawberry in her mouth and ate it. I winked my eye at her and she did the same.
Chapter 14- Tahari
Unhappy Birthday
Today was my birthday and I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate. This was my first birthday without my Grandma and I was so sad. I was lying in bed with the covers pulled up over my head. I just wanted this day to be done and over with. Every year I got in a funk around my birthday. I should be happy because Thug had given me every reason to be, but I just couldn’t pull myself together.
To add insult to injury, I hadn't seen or heard from Thug all day. The kids were gone for the weekend with Ms. Brenda and Marta was out of town visiting relatives. I couldn't believe that no one had called or texted and told me Happy Birthday. It was cool. I guess I would just sleep my day away, but as soon as I drifted back off to sleep, I heard the doorbell ringing.
I swear I didn't feel like getting up, but whoever it was would not stop ringing it. I eventually got up and answered the door. I opened the door and it was well over ten people outside the door. These damn Jehovah Witnesses is disrespectful as fuck; I thought to myself. I swung the door open prepared to cuss their asses out.
"Yes. Can I help you with something?"
"Happy Birthday, Mrs. Kenneth! We are your glam squad and we are here to make you look beautiful on your birthday. Your husband requests your presence at seven this evening and he doesn't want you to be late. He wanted me to tell you not to call him and start asking questions and just follow his lead." I couldn't do anything but blush. I should have known my baby was up to no damn good. I looked in the crowd and there stood Trish just cheesing and smiling.
"You were in on this too, huh?"
"Girl yeah, Thug paid all my stylists for the day, so that I could close down my shop and be here to do your hair. I told his ass my shop only closes on holidays. He told me this was the best holiday of the year. Thug is a Boss. Markese gon’ have to step his damn game up." We both laughed.
Thug had sent a chef to the house to cook lunch for everybody. Thug requested that I wore all white and had sent over an all white Christian Dior bandage dress with a pair of Red Bottoms to match. My makeup was done by a M.A.C representative and it was flawless. My nails and feet were done by the same lady that Thug paid to come to the house before.
Trish gave me a blow out and straightened it. I wanted to try something different, so I told her to give me a Chinese bang. By the time I was finished it was six in the evening. Once I was dressed, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and it was my driver there to take me to wherever the hell Thug was at. Stepping outside, I couldn't believe my eyes; the prettiest Maybach I had ever seen was in the driveway. I felt like a queen as I rode in the back seat.
About thirty minutes later, we pulled up to the Marina. There was nothing but expensive boats all around. The sun was just going down and the water looked beautiful. I stepped out of the car and there was red carpet laid out all the way to the boat deck. The driver walked me down the red carpet and I couldn't believe it when I got there.
Thug was standing on the side of the yacht with a bouquet of roses waiting for me. I wanted to just cry, but I didn't want to
smear my makeup. He was dressed in an all white linen suit with a pair of Salvatore Ferragamo loafers. He was iced the fuck out. Thug never wore his jewelry; he was definitely showing out for the occasion.
"Happy Birthday, Ta-Baby." Thug handed me the roses and I kissed him.
"Thank you so much. You didn't have to—" I stopped in mid-sentence because I knew that he hated when I said that. Thug grabbed my hand and led me inside the lower deck.
"Surprise!" There stood Malik, Barbie, Ta'Jay, Sarge, and other people that were close to us. His workers were also in attendance. Everyone was rocking all white. The yacht was decorated all white, as well. There were so many balloons. The whole scene before me was so beautiful. I had never had a party before. This shit was so special to me.
"Okay the birthday girl has arrived let's get this motherfucking party started," the DJ said over the Mic. Everyone started to party on command. There was open bar, so I knew by the end of the night we would all be fucked up.
"Happy Birthday, Sis!" Ta'Jay and Barbie said in unison as we exchanged hugs.
"Thank y’all. You bitches are so wrong for keeping this from me. I should have known it was a reason why y’all been acting funny all week. That's okay you hoes got birthdays coming up. I got you don't trip."
"Are you enjoying yourself, Baby?" Thug came from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He placed soft kisses down my neck. I turned around and kissed him passionately, grabbing a handful of his dick at the same time.
"Yeah. Thanks for everything, Ka'Jaire."
"You better stop grabbing that big motherfucker before you wake up the beast."
"That's my goal."
"So, fuck the fact that we're sitting here. Y'all nasty asses need to get a room."
"Shut up, Barbie. Leave me and my baby alone." Thug kissed me one last time and hit me on my ass before he walked back over and joined Malik, Sarge, and the rest of their crew.
"Come on y’all let's get fucked up. Oops! Me and Ta'Jay about to get fucked up. It's Cranberry Juice for you Barbie."
"Bitch, you're not even funny. As a matter of fact, the doctor said red wine is good for the baby. So, I definitely will be sipping on that.”
For the rest of the night, we partied and got fucked up. I was in it and I was ready to go home and fuck my husband. I scanned the room looking for him and he was standing by the bar, which happened to be filled with a bunch of thirsty bitches. I noticed a couple of them and knew that they did drug runs for the crew. I watched as this long weave wearing bitch rubbed all over Thug's back. His stanking ass was just standing there letting her do it.
It probably was really nothing. On the other hand, if I let someone do that to me, he would go bananas. I wasn't feeling their interaction at all. I shook it off and I just tried to enjoy my birthday. I wasn't about to let some bomb ass bitch see me sweat.
"These hoes are so fucking disrespectful. Let me know when you ready to pop off. I'm not too far along in this pregnancy where I can't drag one of these bitches," Barbie said as he sipped her red wine. Ta'Jay got up and left the table. I observed her go over and grab Sarge so that they could start dancing. Her ass wasn't slick. I was on to her ass now.
She left the table because when shit popped off she didn't want to be caught in the middle between her brothers and us. Despite us becoming closer since finding out we're actually sisters, she was still Team Thug and Malik. I wasn’t mad at her, though, they had an unbreakable bond. I glanced over my shoulder and they were still engrossed in a deep conversation. He had been talking to that bitch longer than he should have. I was getting more and more pissed off.
"Come to the bathroom with me. This damn baby got me pissing every damn minute.”
I got up from the table with my glass full of Patron. I wasn't about to leave my shit unattended and somebody slip me a damn mickey. We entered the bathroom and went into the stalls. We heard someone come in the bathroom and it was some females talking.
"I swear to God I can't wait to suck that nigga Thug’s dick. I have been trying my best to fuck his ass, but he isn't biting. It's strictly business with that nigga."
"Bitch, I miss fucking Malik. That nigga used to have me in so many positions. That was the best dick I ever had in my life. The last couple of months he has been acting all faithful and shit. I was hurt when he told me that ugly bitch of his was pregnant. She gets to keep her baby, but I constantly have to go to Planned Parenthood."
"They all trying to be faithful and shit. You heard about Sarge putting a gun to Kenyetta head and making her sign them divorce papers. That bitch did eight years for him. He straight dogged her ass when she touched down."
"Fuck all that bullshit. I'm trying to see what Thug dick do." At this point I couldn't take it anymore. I came out of that stall quick, fast, and in a hurry. Barbie was right there with me ready to pop off. We walked up beside the bitches and started to wash our hands. They were looking like a deer in highlights, but trying to play the tough role with smirks on their face. I wasn't sure which bitch wanted to fuck Thug, so I just spoke in general.
"I'm not sure which one of you bitches want my husband's dick down your throat and wants to see what his dick does. Let me be the first to tell you that big muthafucka works wonders. Have a bitch crawling the walls each and every motherfucking night. My pussy fits my husband's dick like a glove. You bitches will never be able to satisfy him like I do. I suggest you keep your fantasies to yourself cause if I find out you're still trying to make the shit a reality, I'm a hit you bitches in the very lips you want to wrap around his dick. Now play with it."
The bitches were about to jump stupid, but they didn't even get a chance to. Barbie pounced on their ass and I followed suit. We was straight humbugging in that bathroom. The bitch I was fighting had pushed me into the vanity causing me to break it. This hoe was trying to corner me. I wasn't about to let this bitch get the best of me. I had every intention on beating the brakes of this hoe.
I took my glass I had and cracked it over the bitch’s head. Barbie had the other bitch on the floor beating the shit out of her. The hit I gave the bitch had her fucking head leaking like a faucet. My dress was bloody as hell and that made me fuck her ass up even more. I guess someone heard all of the commotion because the next thing I knew Malik, Sarge, and Thug was in the bathroom yanking us off them bitches.
"Really, Ta? Your ass in here fighting and acting like one of these ratchet ass bitches."
"Fuck that! Her ass shouldn't have been talking about how she wants to fuck you. I'm not about to let no bitch disrespect me!"
"You better hope my seed cool while your ass fighting like you're not pregnant. This shit is real stupid!" Malik yelled in Barbie's face.
"What's stupid is you fucking bitches that run off at the mouth about it." Barbie pushed past his ass.
"This party is over. Clean yourself up and meet me out front." Thug didn't even look at me as he exited the bathroom. I heard the DJ telling everyone the party was over. I'm glad the yacht was docked already. I exited the bathroom and walked straight in on Barbie and Ta'Jay in a heated argument.
"What the fuck is y’all arguing for?"
"I'm so sick and tired of Ta'Jay passing judgment on us when it comes down to Malik and Thug. Her ass coming at me sideways talking about we embarrassed her brothers. This bitch has lost her mind. The same hoes we whooped were in there talked about Sarge divorcing some bitch named Kenyetta."
"Girl bye. I know about that shit already. Y’all late," Ta'Jay stated matter of factly.
"No, actually it's all new to us. That means you kept that shit on the low from us. Barbie and me tell you all of our business because we are close regardless of Malik and Thug. On a daily basis, you throw it up in our face how good of a husband Sarge is. All along he just like Thug and Malik. Fuck outta here." Ta'Jay just stood there looking stupid as hell. She knew we were telling the truth.
"I wish all y’all shut the fuck up. That's the problem, y’all sitting up gossiping like some old bitte
r bitches and y’all got the fucking world at y’all feet. Letting these basic bitches take y’all out of character. I'm so disappointed in y’all right now. Bring your ass on." Thug grabbed me by the arm and we walked off of the yacht and out to the car. I tried to get into the Rolls Royce, but Thug stopped me.
"You're not about to get in this car and fuck it up. I called you a cab. I'll see you when you get home."
"Are you serious right now, Thug?"
"As a motherfucking heart attack! Your cab just pulled up. I'll see you at the crib." Thug got inside the Rolls Royce and it pulled away. I got into the cab and it pulled away from the curb. I couldn't believe Thug just treated me like that. I was wrong for falling off into the bullshit, but I am not apologizing for fucking that bitch up for being disrespectful. Thug was really overreacting. So much for Happy Birthday.
As we drove down Lake Shore Drive, I couldn't help but notice four Lincoln Town cars that were boxing us in. The cab driver was speaking in Arabic and I didn't understand shit he was saying. I was getting scared as hell. The cab driver had no choice but to stop because the cars had swerved in front of them.
"Oh, my God! Please don't let them in here!" I watched as two gunmen each exited the four vehicles. They were dressed in all black with ski Masks on their faces. Each one was carrying a damn machine gun. The cab driver continued to speak in Arabic to the point that he was panicking.
Without warning, one of the gunmen raised his gun and shot the driver in the head. Blood and brain matter splattered all over me. I was looking like Carrie on prom night. I started to panic ass the gunmen kept pulling on the doors. Finally, one of the gunmen busted the window where I was sitting and reached in and unlocked the door.
"Please don't hurt me! Please don't hurt me!" I just kept repeating it over and over again. The door swung open and I was dragged out. The gunman who pulled me out threw me over his shoulder like a fucking rag doll. I started to kick and scream, but nothing helped. Once I was placed into the one of the cars, a rag was placed over my mouth and the last thing I remembered seeing was Thug's face in my head as the tears slid down my face.
