Thug Passion 3

  THUG PASSION 3

  WRITTEN BY:MZ.LADY P

  Copyright 2014 by Mz. Lady P

  Published by Shan Presents

  Cover Art: Brittani Williams/TSPub Creative

  Editor: Deena Butler

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

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  Acknowledgements

  I can't believe I've made it this far in such a short time. This is my sixth book that I've written and I'm so astonished at my growth. I'm so grateful for all of my success.

  I have to thank God first and foremost for all of his blessings. I ask that he continues to keep me covered in the blood.

  My handsome sons Larry and Latrell inspire me to be the very best that I can be. Everything that I do is for them. My dream is to give you guys a better life and a better future. I love you both beyond measure.

  My Mother Cornelia and my Father Moses raised me to follow my dreams and believe in myself. I've done just that. I love the both of you with all my heart and soul.

  I would like to thank my siblings for their continue support. Your opinions mean the world to me.

  I have to give a very special shout out to Tatiana Vaughn(Sister), Micha Vaughn(Sister), Talisa Willis (Cousin) and last but not least Ramona Williams(Cousin) Thank you ladies so much for listening to my ideas and my plots. Y'all listened to me until I got it together. Thank you guys so much for your love and support. Not only are we related, but you guys believe in me and support me wholeheartedly. Never been fake to me and for that I love you ladies from the bottom of my heart.

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  Chapter One-Tahari

  How Could You?

  "Tahari! Tahari! Wake up." I could feel someone slapping me in my face and shaking me vigorously. I opened my eyes, and Vinny was standing over me. He reached his hand out to me and pulled me up off the ground. I was now sitting back down in the lawn chair.

  "I'm so sorry, Vinny. I had the craziest dream that I saw Thug holding the baby." I rubbed my temples because I had an excruciating headache.

  "You know what, Tahari, I think you should lay down for a little while." I didn't like Vinny's uneasiness. He wasn't able to look at me in my face. I got up, and that was when I thought about my babies.

  "Before I lay down, I need to check on my kids." I tried to walk towards their bedrooms, but Vinny ushered me towards mine.

  "Don't worry about the kids. Marta will handle everything. Once dinner is prepared, I'll wake you up." I walked into the bedroom, and I undressed down to my panties and bra. I got into bed, and I tried to drift off to sleep. I just couldn't sleep due to being in a strange place. I laid there for hours thinking of Thug. Seeing him standing in that doorway holding our daughter was so damn real.

  I felt tears well up in my eyes because I knew that it was just a bad dream. I got up from the bed and looked out of the bedroom window. I observed a male figure working out along the beach. He had on a black jogging suit. I really didn't pay it any mind because I saw other people running on the beach, as well. Ka'Jaiyah started to cry, so I threw on my clothes and went to check on her.

  "Hey, Mommy's baby." I picked her up from the bed, and she was soaking wet. I changed her pamper and her sleeper. I didn't want to sleep alone, so I took her to bed with me. On my way back to my room, Ka'Jairea peeked her head from her bedroom door.

  "What are you doing up baby girl?"

  "I was waiting for Daddy to come back and play with me." I was speechless for a couple of seconds after hearing her say that. I wanted to tell her to go lay down, and it was just a dream, but something inside of me wanted to know why she would say that. I let out a frustrating sigh before I responded to her.

  "Now Ka'Jairea we talked about this. Daddy is in Heaven with God, and he's an angel now. When we go back home, I'll let you shine his urn up like we do every week."

  "Nooooo! Mommy you don't understand. Daddy is not sleeping in the box anymore. He's here with us. Come on let me show you where he is at." Ka'Jairea was practically dragging me by the arm. I had to hold on to the baby tighter to keep from dropping her. She took me on the balcony in her bedroom and pointed out towards the beach.

  "That's Daddy right there. He said that he has to work out so that he can get his strength back from when the bad man hurt him." My heart started to beat faster as I observed the figure of the hooded man. He was headed back towards the house. I handed the baby to Ka'Jairea, and I ran down the stairs as fast as I could and flung the door open.

  There he was standing in the doorway. Tears were streaming from my face as I slowly removed the hood from his head. I couldn't believe my eyes; it was Thug. I took his face into my hands. I needed to look into his eyes. His lips that I fell in love with were juicier than ever. I latched onto him and held on so tight. No words were spoken between us. We just stood there hugging one another in the doorway.

  "See Mommy, I told you that was Daddy." We broke our embrace and turned around to see Marta and all five of our children watching us. Ka'Jairea was still holding Ka'Jaiyah. Kaine and Kash were holding hands. Ka'Jaire Jr was holding onto Marta. Looking at my kids standing there, made memories come to my mind of the lonely and sad days we had endured in Thug's supposed death. My happiness turned into anger in a matter of seconds.

  "How could you do it, Thug?" I yanked away from him and ran to my room. I heard the footsteps of my babies running behind me. I turned around and took Ka'Jaiyah from Ka'Jairea. I was afraid that she might drop her. Once we all made it to the room, I sat on the side of the bed and cried. My kids climbed in the bed, and they all cuddled together. They had become so used to seeing me cry that it didn't upset them anymore. They would just climb in bed with me and cuddle until we all fell asleep. Marta knocked on the door as she entered it. She was visibly upset, as well. It was totally understandable. She adored Ka'Jaire and loved working for him. Marta wasn't just the maid or our Nanny—she was a part of the family.

  "Mr. Kenneth wants to see you in his living quarters. I'll take the kids to their rooms. It's way too late for them to be up."

  "Did you know he was alive?"

  "No, Mrs. Kenneth. I had no idea." I watched as Marta wiped tears from her eyes. Marta gathered the kids and exited the bedroom. I was glad Marta wasn't aware that he really was alive. She had been there for some of my darkest days. Marta was a God send, and I loved her like blood. So did my children.

  I stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom. I cut on the light and was sick to my stomach at the sight before me. My eyes were swollen and pu
ffy. My once round face was now sunken in. The depression I suffered had caused me to let myself go. I went inside the closet and found a Victoria Secret cotton nightgown. I stepped inside the shower and let the water fall all over my head.

  I just kept picturing Thug lying in his casket. This was such a cruel joke, and this shit wasn't funny at all. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I wrapped myself up in the towel and exited the bathroom. Thug was sitting on the side of the bed. I took in his appearance. He was handsome as ever. His haircut was on point. He was smaller than I remembered. He was shirtless and rocking a pair of basketball shorts. The shorts alone made me wet instantly.

  I took in all of his tattoos as if it was the first time I saw him shirtless when I walked into Momma Peaches’ house. He stood up, and that was when I noticed a long scar going from his chest all the way down his stomach. He walked towards me and pulled me in close. He kissed me so hard that it hurt my lips. A part of me wanted to push him away. The other part of me wanted to feel every inch of him inside of me.

  I wanted to scream, shout, and ask him why. But, that would have to wait until later. I started to tug at his shorts trying my best to pull them down with success. He roughly pulled the towel off of me. In one swift motion, he lifted me off of my feet and wrapped my legs around his waist. We kissed each other so passionately as he laid me down on the bed.

  He placed kisses from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. He positioned himself in between my legs. He rubbed his dick up and down my pussy until I was soaking wet just the way he liked it. He entered me so gently. The moans that begun to escape from my mouth were so loud I was sure the whole house heard me.

  "I missed you so much, Ta-Baby," he said in between thrusts and strokes.

  "How could you leave me? I needed you," I said in between breaths, strokes, and the tears that were now falling. I was trying my best to match him thrust for thrust.

  "I'm sorry. I'll never leave you again." I pushed him off of me, and I straddled him. I placed kisses along his scar. I sat down on his dick until it disappeared inside of me. I was stroking him and bouncing up and down on him with so much force. I was trying to punish the dick. The sounds that were escaping his mouth let me know that I was succeeding in my mission.

  "Oh shit, Tahari, I'm coming!" I started rocking on him harder and harder until he gripped my waist and held me in place. I knew that he had came and so did I. That shit felt like I had died and gone to heaven. His dick was even better than before. I wanted to lie on his chest and bask in the glory of him being alive. However, I had no time for this cuddling shit. Ka'Jaire "Thug" Kenneth had some damn explaining to do. I hopped off his still rock hard dick and cut on the bedside lamp. Before I knew it, I had slapped the shit out of him.

  "How could you do this to me motherfucker?"

  Chapter 2- Thug

  Daddy's Home

  The slap that Tahari had just delivered to me was out of anger. At the same time, I didn't hit her, and I won't allow her to put her hands on me. No matter if I deserved it or not.

  "What did I tell you about putting your hands on me?" I jumped out of the bed and threw my shorts back on. I walked into the bathroom to take a leak. I examined my face and saw that I had a big ass handprint on it. That shit made me mad as hell. I had to explain my actions after she calmed down. I just walked towards the door to leave.

  "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Tahari had jumped in front of me and blocked the doorway.

  "Would you get out the way? I'm not about to talk about this right now. I'll wait until you calm down."

  "Well, you might as well get to talking because I don't have a calm bone in my body." She was standing there naked as hell with her fists balled up. Looking beautiful as ever. I found myself licking my lips and got rocked up all over again.

  "You can stop licking your lips because until you explain to me how the fuck you’re standing in front of me and not at home in that damn Urn, you will never feel inside of me ever again." Tahari pushed past me and put on her nightclothes. She climbed in bed and stared at me. I opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind me.

  "I'm going home in the morning and I'm taking my kids with me! Thug, you have me fucked all the way up!" She hollered out the door and tried to slam it, but I caught it before she could close it. I pushed my way in and got as close in her face as I could.

  "This is your home now. So, you might as well get used to that shit. You're not taking my kids anywhere. I missed y'all and I need y'all here with me. I promise I'm going to tell you everything." I stroked the side of her face, but she pushed my hand away. It killed me that her tears were flowing like a river, but I needed her to be calm when we talked.

  I kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the room. The sound of glass crashing against the other side of the door made me jump. I stood outside the door, and I shed tears as I heard her crying uncontrollably. Tahari was my world. I never meant to hurt her or my family. Everything I did was for their protection.

  I headed down the hallway towards the kids’ room. I heard the twins wide awake and talking baby talk to one another. I walked in and stood there looking at how much they resembled me.

  "What's up Daddy's boys? Y'all are getting so big. They both held their hands out for me to pick them up. "Y’all heavy, too.” I sat down on the floor with them and just played with them. I had missed out on so much. I felt someone else in the room. I looked up, and it was my Jr. standing there.

  "Mommy said you were never coming back, but you did." I walked over and grabbed him, and he hugged me so tightly. I hugged him even tighter. We both went and at sat down on the floor with the twins. I marveled in the fact that I was looking at my sons. One day they would take over my throne and run the streets. I was going to groom them into hardcore, getting money ass gangsters.

  "Daddy, you never came back to play with me." My baby girl was standing there with one hand on her hip and Ka'Jaiyah on the other hip. I rushed to get her because she was too small for Ka'Jairea to be toting her around like that.

  "Hey, Lil Momma," I said as I kissed her on her chubby cheeks, and she started to laugh.

  "That means she likes you, Daddy." Ka'Jairea acted like she was the mother. I watched her go straight to the twins and pick them up, checking to see if they were wet. It donned on me that in my absence she had been helping Ta-Baby with the kids.

  "All y'all just woke, huh? Come on let's go to my room and go to bed." We all went to my room and laid in the bed. The kids were dry and Ka'Jairea made sure the twins and the baby had bottles.

  The next morning, I woke up, and the kids weren't in bed with me. I immediately sat up and prayed that Tahari hadn't left and went back to Chicago. I rushed to their rooms, but they were gone. I checked Tahari's room, and it was empty. I ran downstairs, and it was empty. Marta was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

  "Where is everybody at?" She pointed outside, and they were out back playing in the water and making sand castles. Tahari sat off to the side with the baby.

  "Everything will be okay, Mr. Kenneth. She just needs a little time. Your death was hard on all of them. They relied on each other to survive. I know your heart. You would never leave your family unless it was necessary. However, I suggest you tell her something. I heard her crying all night. This last year she cried herself to sleep every night. Come on sit down. I made your favorite. A Denver omelet with wheat toast and of course, your orange juice."

  "You're the best, Marta. I really appreciate all that you do for our family." I kissed her on the forehead and sat down to eat. I thought long and hard about what Marta said. I needed to tell Tahari everything. I just hoped that she would understand.

  Chapter 3-Tahari

  Never Ending Bullshit

  It had been a week since I’d been in this fucking castle. I called it that because that was how damn big it was. I was so hurt behind Thug and his actions. It was like he didn't understand that I had every reason to be angry with him. It was taki
ng everything inside of me not to sneak out this house and go home to Chicago. The only thing keeping me here were my children. The kids were all over him. The baby acted as if she knew that was her Daddy.

  Regardless of how mad I was I had decided to just take another route with Thug. I have to go back to the time before all of this happened. Thug was my King, my world, my best friend and my Clyde. All that we had been through as a couple was not in vain. Fate brought us together, but the Devil tried to break us apart.

  I was a sick and sad ass puppy when I thought he was dead. Now he was here in the flesh, and I was still sad. I should be happy right now. I cried, and I begged God to give him back to me. He did just that, but my anger had been blocking me from my happiness.

  It was about three-thirty in the morning, and I couldn't sleep. I had never been on the side of the house that Thug stayed on. It really fucked me up in the head that when he was getting the house ready for us, he didn't give us a room together. To have him in the same house in another bedroom was breaking my heart.

  I decided to go and find his room that he slept in. We didn't have to talk. I just wanted to lay under him and feel his body next to mine. I stopped and checked on the kids before I went to Thug's room. I was walking down the corridors until I finally found him. It wasn't hard at all; the white and gold room door was a dead giveaway.

  After all this time of being together, I still didn't understand his fascination with white and gold. I opened the bedroom door, and he was asleep on his stomach. That was surprising because he hated sleeping that way. I slowly walked into the room, and I stood over him. This nigga is fine even when he is sleeping; I thought to myself.

  Watching him sleep was one of the things I missed the most. I finally got the courage to climb into bed with him. I tried my best not to wake him. I pulled the covers up over me and sunk down in the big plush pillow top. I laid my head on his back. Sleep came easy for me after that.