Enticed by a Thug Love

by Kelly, Marie

  Amber rushed over to me and started hugging on my waist annoying the fuck outta me.

  Because her pops was good friends with mine, he came to our family dinners sometimes and unfortunately, that meant Amber too.

  And today, she decided to invite two of her homegirls for some reason.

  Usually, it was just our family and hers, so seeing her friends sitting at my family dining table had me tight as fuck because I wasn’t even into Amber like that for her to have her friends over for fucking dinner.

  “Let’s take a seat, Amber.”

  She was doing too fucking much hugging on me, which I knew she was only doing because of her friends.

  Amber liked to paint a picture that we were more than what we really were.

  I can’t wait to get rid of her annoying ass.

  “Before we do.” Amber looked up at me with a huge smile on her face. “I have an announcement to make!” She smiled even harder looking around at everyone in the room, and then her eyes landed back on me.

  “I’m pregnant!” She squealed jumping up and down.

  I smiled because I knew that nigga came through for me.

  And I was just hoping I would be able to finally let her go.

  “Damn shorty, you pregnant for real?” I asked to make sure and she smiled up at me.

  “Yes, six weeks! Baby, oh my god I’m so happy!” She announced and everyone started to clap while congratulating us.

  Amber jumped into my arms and hugged around my neck. She started to cry and I allowed her a minute before I fucked her shit up.

  Tapping her back, I peeled her arms from around my neck and stepped back a little.

  “I’m so happy for you, and the father.” I said with a grin on my face and she chuckled.

  “Very funny, Shawn.” Amber waved me off. “You mean you’re happy for us. Now we going to be a family and we can get married.”

  Hell nahhhh!!!!

  “You need to be a family with the father, Amber. I’m happy for you though.”

  And that was the truth! I was so fucking happy and even happier that it wasn’t me.

  Amber frowned and tilted her head to the side as she stared at me.

  “Jashawn, what are you talking about? You’re the father!” She stomped her foot and I chuckled at her.

  “That’s impossible shorty.”

  Her whole enter face dropped and the room fell silent. Before that murmurs could be heard but now it was as if all eyes were on us and everyone was holding their breaths.

  Amber’s father walked over to us and stood in my face.

  “Jashawn, I don’t take too kindly to you trying to embarrass my daughter like that. You gon’ get my daughter pregnant and then deny it!” He whispered in a harsh tone.

  “Mr. May, with all due respect sir, your daughter tried to embarrass me by saying I’m the father when she knows that’s not true.”

  “Jashawn! What is wrong with you? You know this is your baby!”

  “Well if that was true how do you explain that we’ve not had sex in almost three months but you’re six weeks pregnant?”

  I didn’t think Amber could be that stupid but I guess I was wrong. She really let it be known that she was only six weeks pregnant knowing damn well we haven’t fucked in fucking three months.

  Amber’s mouth fell and her dad looked back at her while she embarrassingly looked around at everyone in the room who had their eyes on her.

  “No…No…that can’t be right.”

  “Amber, we haven’t had sex since before I got shot, when we went to Suriname three months ago. Remember? That was the last time. Because since then we were busy with the streets and then after I got shot, I started having flashbacks of the night I almost died. And it caused me to have erectile dysfunction.”

  I acted like I was going to cry and dropped my head on Legion’s shoulder.

  I wasn’t shit for the bullshit I just spat that my brothers knew was a lie because for the past few weeks, I had been beating and eating the fuck outta Dior’s pussy. I just told Amber my shit was broken when she tried to fuck.

  “You know he’s trying to deal with that, Amber!” Legion complained and patted my head.

  I could feel his body shaking as he fought hard not to bust out laughing. Shit, I was trying hard not to laugh too.

  “Amber, is this true?” Mr. May asked and she started to stutter.

  “No! Jashawn, we had sex the night you came back!”

  “Nah shorty. We did something but it wasn’t sex. I gave you money and you left after that.” I looked down at her and her eyes popped out of her head.

  The look of anger was replaced with a look of fear once she realized that all she did was suck my dick that night. The realization hit her and she covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Oh my god! No!!!” She screamed and then ran out of the room with her friends and mother following behind her.

  Mr. May walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

  “I’m sorry for my daughter’s behaviour but not to worry. I will have that dealt with in the morning.”

  I frowned.

  “I hope you’re not insinuating that I stay with your daughter because that isn’t happening!” I clenched my fists that he noticed and smirked at.

  He then turned to look at my father. “Jackson, we had an agreement. Your son touched my daughter. We agreed on that.”

  I pushed his hand off my shoulder and glared at him.

  “And what the about the motherfucker she’s pregnant for? Obviously, I ain’t the only nigga touching your daughter. Make that nigga have her ass.”

  Mr. May snorted and looked back at my pops.

  “You heard what my son said. The agreement of them being together was concluded on the assumption my son was the only one but clearly that isn’t the case, Patrick!” My dad said through clenched teeth and Mr. May took a step back away from me.

  “You will regret that.” He warned me and as I stepped toward him, Wrath stopped me with a hand to my chest.

  My pops grabbed Mr. May by his suit jacket and pulled him toward him.

  “I’m right here nigga if you wanna do something about it but don’t you threaten my son over your hoe ass daughter who is only good for lying on her back for different niggas. Get the fuck outta my house Patrick while I remember that we used to be friends.”

  People thought Wrath had a temper but he was just like my father, however, Wrath was the more reasonable one out of the two.

  Mr. May fixed his suit when my pops let him go and walked out of the room with a smirk on his face.

  We all waited for the sound of the front door closing before we looked at each other.

  “We need to keep an eye on that nigga. He could be the one talking.” Guns said and I nodded because the nigga had been moving funny for a minute and so had his hoe daughter.

  “I agree. Y’all keep an eye on him.” Pops confirmed and then he looked at me.

  “I guess you’re free to get that pretty little thing that helped you.” My pops chuckled.

  Truth be told, he didn’t like Amber for me but due to his friendship with Patrick, I told him I was good with it.

  I laughed and put a hand on my pops’ shoulder.

  “Where do you think I’ve been for the past few weeks?” I smiled and licked my lips and they all fell out laughing knowing exactly what the fuck I had been up to.

  I was relieved as fuck that Amber was out of my life and that I didn’t have to hide Dior anymore. I knew she was pissed about always staying inside but I couldn’t risk Amber seeing us together.

  In our circle, it was fine if a nigga left a bitch for some fucked up shit, like what happened with Amber. But for a nigga to mess up and walk away from a bitch who was a daughter of someone close to the family and empire, it was a form of disrespect. I had to get rid of Amber the right way.

  “Anyway, I’m out. I need to go get my girl. So as much as I love y’all niggas, don’t nobody ring my cell until the morning. I
ncluding you pops.” I winked at him, chucked up the deuces and left to finally claim Dior as mine!

  Pharaoh ‘Legion’ Ramsey

  J. Cole’s “ATM” blasted over the speakers, and I bounced my head to the beat. I was currently sitting in Rondell’s club with my brothers smoking a blunt.

  Wrath was talking to Brittany and I swear I hated that bitch! She complained all the fucking time and my brother forever looked miserable fucking around with her ass. I don’t know why he even bothered! Daughter or not, I would have told her to go suck a dick.

  “What the fuck is bald headed Brittany complaining about now?” Surge asked and we fell out laughing.

  “He’s good because I would have told the bitch where the fuck to go,” I said chuckling and picking up my drink.

  Taking the blunt out of my mouth, I took a long swig of my Henny and set it back down on the table in front of me.

  Looking around, I locked eyes with that damn curly headed chick I kept seeing around and sucked my fucking teeth.

  She was chilling in our section with a few other chicks.

  She wasn’t loud or ratchet like the other chicks around, she just sat in her corner rocking her body to the songs and nursing a drink in her hand. It made me wonder why she went to the club if all she was going to do was sit down and look around.

  She looked at me for a few more seconds before turning away.

  I sat back against the chair I was in, pulled on my blunt and eyed her as I blew the smoke out of my nose.

  Even though every time I saw her face she had me tight as fuck, I couldn’t deny that she was a pretty chick.

  Weird as fuck, but pretty. Still that didn’t stop me from hating her ass, especially when my side started hurting every time I saw her face.

  You getting soft, Legion. She should have been dead by now.

  That was another thing that got to me, I allowed her to live and I had no idea why.

  Shorty not only made me get shot but she had seen me kill a nigga too. What if she went to the cops?

  I knew I was taking a risk—even Wrath thought that—but for some reason I didn’t feel like she would say anything.

  Pulling my eyes away from her, I looked around the club.

  Brittany started up with her usual bullshit and stomped off to another side of the club with Wrath following behind her. I swear the stupid bitch just loved attention. She would even bitch if he was at his parents’ house, like he could only be with her!

  Surge looked at me and fell out laughing. Some random tried to get his attention but he ignored her ass. He had a girlfriend now, so shorty was just wasting her time.

  “I will be back.” Surge said before disappearing to talk to Tariq. He and Pac were the only ones from the crew that we kept around.

  We knew without a doubt that they weren’t snakes.

  Taking up my drink, I looked back over to that girl. She was now sitting alone as her friends had disappeared, dancing with other niggas. She looked up at me again and smiled this time.

  I wasn't shit though, because I didn't smile back. Her face suddenly dropped and I almost wanted to laugh, until she screamed… “BEHIND YOU!”

  I turned my head just as a nigga ran up on me with his gun drawn.

  “Fuck!” I yelled and dropped to the ground just as he sent two shots my way. Laying on my back, I grabbed my gun and lit his ass up.

  People started running and screaming, as more niggas rushed my way. Shots were ringing out all over and I was pissed that I was separated from my brothers.

  Backing up to the other side, I shot at two other niggas and they dropped. The third threw a stool at me, which knocked my gun from my hand. He then tried to shoot me but his gun jammed.

  As I stood to my feet to get my gun, he rushed me and we crashed to the ground. I hit him a few times, but the nigga wouldn't let up.

  I was putting in work trying to get this nigga off me and get my gun that was just out of my reach.

  Suddenly, the nigga started choking me out and I fought to get my gun. He was a big ass nigga and heavy as fuck. I looked to see two more niggas running up the stairs toward us.

  Suddenly a stool was smashed over his head by that chick and when he wailed out, I grabbed my gun and shot him in the head just as another nigga reached over to me. I shot him in his chest and then his head when he dropped to his knees.

  The last nigga rose his gun but a shot behind him made him fall to the ground. When I looked it was Guns.

  “Shach, help me get this nigga off me!” I yelled at him.

  He quickly pushed him off me and helped me up to me feet.

  “My fault bro, we got pinned by the bar. Six fucking niggas!” He explained and I nodded.

  Wrath came up dragging a wounded nigga toward us.

  “Rondell is shutting the club down but the boys are already on the way. We gotta get the fuck outta here,” He said and I nodded.

  I knew Rondell’s guards would say they did the shooting but if those fuck boy cops saw us here, they would know it was us.

  “I wanna know who these motherfuckers are, first.”

  I walked over to the nigga he had and crouched down to face him.

  “Who the fuck sent y’all?” He looked at me and smirked.

  “Suck my dick nigga!” He laughed.

  I stood to my feet and shot him in the dick.

  “What you say?” I asked as he screamed.

  “Now, who the fuck sent y’all?” I yelled this time but he just sat on the ground crying.

  “Fuck him, let's go!” Wrath said and let go of the nigga’s shirt.

  Sucking my teeth, I emptied my clip in the nigga’s face.

  “Let’s go,” Guns said and just as we were about to take off, Wrath stopped us.

  “Look,” he pointed behind me and I turned to see that chick cowered in a corner looking at us.

  In all the shit, I had forgotten about her. After she hit that nigga, she ran and I just assumed she had left.

  “We gotta go.” Wrath warned me as I stood there staring at her.

  “You leaving her or taking her?” Guns asked and I looked at him before making my choice.

  I opened the door to my house and allowed her to walk in first. She did slowly, while rubbing up and down her arms.

  After she helped me in the club, I couldn’t bring myself to leave her. Maybe I felt like we were now even because if she hadn’t yelled out to me, that nigga would have shot me.

  The ride to my crib was quiet as hell, I could see her body shaking out of fear. I knew she saw me shoot that nigga in the face.

  Damn, it was like every time she saw me, I was shooting somebody.

  I stood there and watched as she looked around my house before turning to face me.

  “Thank you.” I said and she nodded.

  “I know you hate me or think that I’m stupid but I’m not. That day I didn’t hear what you said.” She explained and then she pushed her wild curly hair away from her face and behind her ear making my eyes widen.

  “I’m deaf.”

  My whole fucking heart dropped to the pit of my stomach after finding that out. After all this time, I had been mad as fuck thinking she just didn’t listen to what I said that night I got shot and blamed her, not knowing she just didn’t hear what I said.

  “You came in and frightened me.” She chuckled. “I didn’t get time to read your lips before you left the stall. I’m sorry about that.”

  “No, I’m sorry.” I said slowly making sure she could read my lips.

  “Can I ask how you can talk? I thought deaf people didn’t have speech?”

  “I wasn’t born deaf, I lost my hearing when I was ten from Acoustic neuroma—a non-cancerous tumour.” She shrugged and then looked away from my eyes.

  “They removed it but it had already done too much damage by then. I now have grade four hearing—I can only hear loud sounds.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “It’s okay.” She smiled.

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p; “Do you use sign language?”

  She nodded with a smile. “My family does.”

  After finding this out about her, I started to see her in a whole new light and had a newfound respect for her.

  “I’m sorry if I scared or hurt you. I’m sorry for how I spoke to you that night and after that.”

  I watched as she stared at my lips—to see what I was saying—and then it dawned on me that’s why she stared at me. She was reading my lips.

  Oh nigga you definitely going to hell now!

  “I’m so sorry.”

  She put her hand up to stop me. “It’s okay; you didn’t know.”

  Even though she said I didn’t know that she was deaf, the fact she was so forgiving about how much of a fuck nigga I was toward her, was making me feel even worse.

  “What’s your name?” I asked realizing that after seeing this chick a few times, with both of us saving each other, I didn’t even know her name.

  “A’Moya.”

  I smiled because her name was pretty.

  “I’m Pharaoh.” I said as slow as I could but the frown she wore let me know that she didn’t get what I was saying.

  Looking around, I saw a pen and paper and wrote my name down.

  She looked at it and then nodded.

  “Pharaoh. Nice to meet you.”

  We formally shook hands with a little laugh at the fact we were only just knowing each other’s names.

  “Why did you help me?” That was a question I needed an answer to.

  I cussed her ass out from the moment I met her and she still chose to warn me and help me when that nigga was choking me.

  “Because you helped me. You didn’t have to that night either but you did. I couldn’t just watch something happen to you.”

  We stood staring at each other and she had that same innocent look like she had the night I first met her.

  “Um, are you hungry?” I asked her and she shook her head no.

  “Do you want to sleep? I will take you home in the morning.”

  It was late as fuck so I wasn’t about to leave out of my crib now. I could have just taken her home after we left the club but I wanted to make sure she would be good after seeing us kill those niggas in the club.