Enticed by a Thug Love

by Kelly, Marie

  Although going back to Boston was the last thing I wanted to do, it was the best thing to do because staying in New York was no longer an option. That man hated me—I could feel it radiating off of him—and I wasn’t about to wait around and see what he planned to do.

  Once Ma went to bed a little after nine, I used that as my chance to escape since Alvaro had left hours before and hadn’t returned yet. Not that he would have stopped me. He probably was going home to tell me to leave anyway.

  And Ma said he was a sweetheart. I scoffed as I remembered how she described her grandson.

  He definitely wasn’t a sweetheart or maybe he acted like that because it was me.

  Rushing into the station, I looked around at the boards to see when the next bus to Boston was due to leave.

  “An hour,” I whispered to myself and sighed.

  I would have preferred one that was leaving immediately, but an hour was better than the next day.

  As I made my way to purchase our tickets with the last of the money Phyliss gave me, I wondered what was waiting back in Boston for me and what Terrence would do with me.

  I knew he would probably put me back out there to work, and even though that’s the last thing I wanted to do, I would if it meant a roof over TJ’s head and food in his belly.

  Bouncing TJ on my hip, I walked around to find out how and where I could purchase a ticket.

  “Mommy, I dropped my toy!” TJ cried, and I looked behind me to see the piece of Lego he had been holding since he found it in the church on the floor.

  Turning around, I went over to pick it up, but another hand reached down and picked it up before I could. When I looked at the person, I gasped because it was Alvaro.

  He gave me a menacing stare before it softened when he looked at TJ.

  For someone so beautiful, he had the most intimidating look I had ever seen on a man. He just looked like he wasn’t someone you wanted to mess around with.

  “Do you remember me, little man?” he asked in a sweet voice, and TJ nodded.

  “W-what are you doing here?” I asked him and looked around to see if he had called the police or something.

  “I’m alone. But my question is what are you doing here?” His chocolate orbs found mine, and he stared intently at me while waiting for an answer.

  “I, um… I’m...”

  “Come outside. Now.”

  I didn’t know why he wanted me to go outside with him, but from his face, I knew that he wasn’t going to ask me again.

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I watched as he took my bag out of my hand and walked away, silently telling me to follow him.

  Holding onto TJ, I followed Alvaro while I looked around to see if I could see any cops.

  Or was he leading me outside to them?

  Alvaro didn’t say a word or look back at me; he walked confidently just knowing I was behind him.

  He stopped when he got to his car, and only then did he turn to look at me.

  “Get in the car,” he demanded with venom, and I turned my nose up at him.

  “No.”

  “I said get your selfish ass into this fucking car, now!”

  “No!”

  Alvaro opened the back passenger door, threw my duffle bag inside, and slammed it. Before I could move, he rushed over into my face.

  “This isn’t about you, it’s about your son!” he said behind clenched teeth. “I couldn’t give a fuck what happens to you, but your son shouldn’t suffer because of you!”

  His words hurt, but I stood my ground, which made him huff at me.

  “Okay, tell me this. Where you going? How you going to feed him and look after him?”

  I was stuck from his questions, because, in all honesty, there was no guarantee that Terrence would take us back or even help me.

  Then what do I do?

  Alvaro sucked his teeth then reached over and took TJ out of my arms, who was falling asleep at this point. He just rested his head against Alvaro’s chest and closed his eyes.

  “You can do what the fuck you want to do, Kanada, but your son isn’t going on the streets,” he said with his lips tight, and then he put TJ into his car.

  The last place I wanted to go was with him, but I couldn’t leave my son. I didn’t know Alvaro, but I believed he would leave me out there and take my son. I could see in his eyes that he didn’t want to help me, but I also knew that he would—if only for the sake of TJ.

  I looked back at the bus station, and I had one of two choices; go back to Boston and face Terrence or take my chances with this man who showed that he cared more for TJ as a stranger than his own father did.

  Choosing Alvaro, I climbed into the car next to TJ and shut the door. Alvaro climbed in, looked back at me, the turned his head without a word and drove away.

  The drive back to his house was a silent one except for a few low grumbles that left his mouth from time to time.

  At one point, I was pretty sure I heard him ask himself what he was doing? I guess he was having an inward battle about helping me or not.

  When he parked outside of his house, he climbed out and took TJ from the car seat, who was sound asleep at that point.

  I grabbed my duffle bag and quickly jogged behind Alvaro to keep up with him.

  Miss Phyliss opened the front door and just glared at me. I could see the disappointment on her face—she didn’t even have to say it. Thankfully, she didn’t. Instead, she shook her head at me and walked away from the door.

  With my head down, I walked toward the kitchen to go out to the backyard but stopped when I looked behind me to see Alvaro heading up the stairs instead with TJ still in his arms.

  “Um, Alvaro, the guesthouse is that way,” I spoke, but he continued up the stairs like I wasn’t even talking to him.

  Confused, I kicked off my shoes, picked them up, and ran up the stairs after him.

  Alvaro walked to the end of the hall, and then he opened a door. He disappeared inside, and I stepped in after him.

  Surprised, I watched as he put TJ onto the king-sized bed that was in the spacious and well decorated bedroom.

  “Um, Alvaro, what are you doing?” I didn’t understand why he put TJ in there when our room was in the guesthouse.

  “There is no food in the guesthouse, and everything TJ would need is in this house—including toys. Don’t take him back out there.”

  I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing.

  Alvaro pulled the covers up over TJ’s body then turned and walked out without saying another word to me.

  Jashawn ‘Surge’ Ramsey

  One week later

  It took a while, but I was finally doing a lot better than I was. I won’t lie and say that it didn’t still fuck with me that two niggas I practically grew up with had turned on me and tried to kill me.

  When I said that I did everything with Popeye and Sly, I wasn’t joking. Outside of my family, they were the only ones I really fucked with like that, so it hurt. But I was relieved to know that they were taken care of along with Richard.

  Can we trust any motherfucker? I thought, remembering that Wrath had been dealing with Richard since they were teens too.

  Besides all of that, I was just happy as fuck to be alive, thanks to Dior.

  I chuckled when I remembered how my family responded when I told them about Dior. Did I fuck her and was she single?

  I wished like hell that she was because God knows I would be fucking the shit out of that girl. My shit was almost repaired, and I was ready to put in some work on that pretty ass, but I had to respect that she had a man. I wasn’t trying to force myself on her.

  “BABY!” I heard Amber’s annoying voice screech as soon as I stepped into my apartment.

  No, we didn’t live together! That was one shit that I wasn’t having. Fuck that. I would probably mess around and kill the bitch in her sleep.

  She ran over and wrapped her arms around my neck. Then she started to kiss all over my face, and after enduring it for a
few seconds, I pushed her back.

  “Chill, Amber, I’m cool,” I said, and she frowned at me. “How did you get in?”

  “I made a copy of your keys a long time ago.” She giggled, and I sucked my teeth.

  Amber wasn’t ugly, but she was cosmetically pretty. She didn’t go anywhere without a face full of heavy makeup. Her titties were implants, and she had butt injections. I liked my shit real, but I had already allowed her to suck my dick before I realized it wasn’t all her.

  “How are you feeling, baby?”

  “Sore,” I said, even though I wasn’t. I just didn’t want to fuck, and I knew that was what she wanted.

  “Ahhh, baby, maybe some head will help.” She smiled at me.

  “Maybe later.”

  “I missed you so much! I was worried about you,” she said as she followed me around the house.

  Why the fuck couldn’t she have a link tonight? I just wanted to get in my bed and sleep. I didn’t want to play twenty-one questions with her ass.

  “Is that a new hairstyle?” I turned and looked at her.

  The last time I saw her, she had in a blonde bob, and now she had a long, black weave that flowed just past her breasts.

  “Yeah, I did it last week,” she said, and I shook my head.

  She was that worried about me that her ass went to the hair salon. I hadn’t even called my dad by then, so she didn’t know where the fuck I was or if I was alive or not!

  She was trifling as fuck.

  I headed to my room with her on my heels.

  “Are you hungry, baby?”

  “No, Amber. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

  She laughed like I told her a joke and kept following me.

  “What can I do for you?” she asked.

  Leave me alone!

  I turned to her and sighed. She wasn’t going to leave me alone until I gave her something to shut her up. Sitting on the bed, I pulled my dick out, and a smile covered her face.

  Dropping to her knees, she took me into her mouth and started to suck it like her life depended on it.

  I closed my eyes and I saw Dior. It made my dick harder, and imagining I was plunging into her pussy instead, I grabbed Amber’s head. Standing to my feet, I began to fuck the shit out of her throat.

  I could hear her gagging and moaning, but I didn’t let up. My mouth tingled as it imagined sucking on Dior’s perfect titties.

  “Ohhh shit,” I hissed and sped up.

  Seconds later, and with a loud howl, I spilled my seeds down her throat. Feeling drained, I collapsed on the bed and caught my breath. I couldn’t do anything but think about Dior, even though I tried my hardest not to.

  After catching my breath, I got up and walked to the bathroom to clean my dick off and brush my teeth. Amber was on the bed smiling widely when I walked out of the bathroom.

  “For real, Ambs, I’m good, just going to get some sleep. How about I call you tomorrow?” I asked, and her smile dropped.

  I just wasn’t in the mood to fuck, and I had hoped that giving me head would satisfy her, but by that smile, I knew she wanted more.

  “Um, okay,” she said and stood from the bed.

  “Here, buy something nice for yourself.” I handed over some money, which she gladly took.

  It’s crazy how Dior wouldn’t take my pops’ money after looking after me and feeding me for almost a whole week. Yet, here Amber was taking it without doing a damn thing but open her mouth!

  She took the money, kissed me on the cheek, and left my house.

  I didn’t ever kiss Amber in her mouth since I knew I wasn’t the only nigga she was fucking with, and that girl loved to suck dick.

  The sad part was her dad believed she was with me only, and that’s why he pressed for us to be together so badly. It was only because of the love I had for my pops that I didn’t let his friend know what was really up with his thot of a daughter.

  Taking my clothes off, I closed my eyes and thought about Dior!

  Part V

  Dior Alfred

  “Dior, did you hear what I said?” James asked, getting on my nerves.

  I discreetly rolled my eyes and then turned to face him.

  “Yes, James, I heard you,” I said and then turned my attention back to the mail in my hand.

  James was behind me, and I could hear him huffing while tapping his foot.

  “And?” he lowly snapped, and I sighed dejectedly.

  “And, I’m not ready to get married, James.”

  He looked at me and sucked his teeth. “Why? We’ve been together for one year now, Dior! What could possibly be stopping you from wanting to get married? You’re not getting and younger, love. You need to start having kids now, or there will be no point.”

  I turned my nose up at his comment.

  “I’m only twenty-four! And who said I wanted kids anyway?”

  James chortled and then waved me off. “Of course, you want to have kids, because I do. It’s a must!”

  Breathing hard as hell, I pinched the bridge of my nose to calm down.

  “James, as flattered as I am,” I lied, “two people should get married when they are both ready and sure that’s what they want. When they are on the same page in life.” I tried to let him down without saying outright that I would rather stick pins in my pussy than marry his square ass, but he just wasn’t getting it.

  The nigga went on vacation and came back on this ‘let’s get married’ shit like I was supposed to say yes.

  “Dior, come on!” James did that goofy ass laugh that I hated so much.

  What was I doing with this fool?

  “Let’s be real, sweetheart. I’m as good as it gets, baby. Not marrying me shouldn’t even be a thought or an option. I mean, what else you going to do? Marry a thug?” he asked, and for some reason, his question made me think about Jashawn.

  Ever since he left, I had been thinking about him until I started going crazy. In only a week, that man had made an impact on me. Rightfully, I should hate his guts and all that he stood for, since clearly, he was a drug dealer. But I couldn’t.

  When he opened his eyes the days I fed him and gave him water to drink, I could see that he wasn’t as savage as I first thought. Seeing him in a vulnerable state—dependent on me—had me looking at him differently. It had me intrigued to know more about him.

  “Dior! Man, I hate when you zone out like that! If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were smoking or something. For such a beautiful girl, you zone out a lot like you have no sense.”

  I snorted a laugh. “It makes me wonder if you thought all that, why you so interested in marrying me?”

  James was always making snide comments about me being clueless and was forever telling me about being born in the hood. He acted like me being with him was a reward. To be honest, I didn’t think he liked me very much, and if it hadn’t been for my mother pushing us to be together, I don’t even think he would have asked me out.

  James walked over and placed his hands on my shoulders.

  “Baby, anybody with eyes can see how beautiful you are,” he said, and I turned my lip up.

  “You’re saying you want to marry me because I’m beautiful?”

  Not bothering to answer me, James pressed his lips against mine. He then turned me to face the mirror on the wall in my living room and smiled at our reflection.

  “Look how good we look together. I just know that our kids will be beautiful as hell.”

  “Yeah, because that’s what’s so damn important!”

  He couldn’t even tell me because he loved me, couldn’t live without me, or some shit like that!

  “Dior, don’t talk like that! You know I hate that ghetto shit!” he snapped and stepped away from me.

  “Ghetto? Because I said damn?!” I asked, shocked by his comment, and then I laughed at his dumb ass. “Yet, you call me all kinds of bitches and hoes when you in my pussy though!” I yelled at him, and his face dropped.

  James could ta
lk all he wanted about ghetto, but he was the same nigga talking all types of king shit when we had sex. It was almost like I was fucking his identical twin that I didn’t know about because he would be like, “Whose pussy is this?” while thinking he was putting a hurting on me.

  “Dior, I have no idea what the hell has gotten into you, but I suggest you get it out and get yourself together. Now, I came here to give you the opportunity to say yes on your own accord, but I see you need some time to get your head together. Just know that things have already been put into place, and our engagement party is next month,” he said, making my jaw drop.

  I was about to jump in his ass about that shit. However, he caught me off guard when he stole a kiss and then walked right out my door like the conversation was over.

  Stunned wasn’t even the word.

  I wanted to call my mother and tell her what just happened, but when I thought about it, I realized that James wouldn’t have felt so bold with his statement if he didn’t already have my parents’ backing. There was just no way I was apparently engaged and due to have a party next month without my parents knowing. And that shit pissed me off.

  Countless times, I’d had this conversation with my mother and told her that I wasn’t ready and that I didn’t see myself marrying James. Heck, at this point, I didn’t even want to be his girlfriend, let alone his wife!

  I put the mail I had in my hand down, walked over to my couch, and dropped my body down on it. My life was spiraling out of control, and I couldn’t see a way out.

  The sound of my buzzer ringing made me groan as I stood to my feet. I wasn’t in the mood for any more of James’ shit, so I only went to the door to tell him that. But, when I pulled the door open, I was shocked to see that it was Jashawn.

  “Jashawn!” I screeched, and he chuckled.

  Damn, he looked finer than I remembered.

  He looked so good in a pair of dark jeans, a white muscle shirt, and Gucci sneakers on his feet.

  “Hey, Dior,” he said, and I blushed, which is something I always did when he called my name.

  “Hey.” I croaked, cleared my throat, and then opened the door wider so he could step in.