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  For the last week, I had been walking around in a daze. Thug was pissed off, and I knew why. Malik had ratted me out. I wasn't mad at him, though. Malik didn't care for Quaadir back when he found out that we were talking so, I knew that he wasn't feeling him now. The incident between the two of them at Starbucks had ignited something far worse. Malik now had beef with Quaadir. I felt bad because Quaadir was not about that life. I guess he just carried a gun around for his protection.

  I had made it up in my mind that I was going to talk to Thug. I was scared shitless because I knew that he was livid with me. I asked Momma Peaches and Vinny to keep the kids for me, so that I could go to Trish's party. I stood outside of Thug's office door for a couple of minutes before I mustered up the courage to knock.

  As soon as I was getting ready to knock the door flung open, we both just stood there looking at each other. The loud smell of weed and Remy hit me in my face. Thug was fucked up. If I had known that, I would have never tried to talk to him right now. He got angry easily when he was intoxicated.

  "Can we talk for a minute?" He stood to the side and let me in. He walked over to his chair and sat down. He was staring at me like I was the scum of the Earth.

  "I thought you wanted to talk. Don't just stand there looking at me. Say what's on your fucking mind!” His voice boomed throughout the room causing me to jump. Tears were about to fall, but I hurried up and wiped my eyes before they could fall.

  "I know that Malik told you about seeing me in Starbucks with Quaadir. The only reason I was meeting him was to let him know that you were really alive, and me and him had no future together."

  "So, why did you lie to me about where you were going?"

  "I had to. If I had told you the truth, you would have never let me go meet with him."

  "You motherfucking right! What real nigga would give his bitch permission to go meet a nigga she fucked!"

  "I never fucked him, Ka'Jaire! I felt like he deserved an explanation about why I just disappeared on him like that." Before I knew it, Thug had picked up his entire desk and threw it across the room. He had morphed into the Incredible Hulk. He yanked me up from my seat and pushed me up against the wall.

  "You don't owe that nigga shit. I'm your husband, and I'm the only one you owe a fucking explanation to. The fact that you went out of your fucking way to meet up with the nigga makes me think you fucking him."

  "I'm not fucking him!"

  "Shut the fuck up! You're a liar, and if you lie to me once, you will lie to me twice. I can't trust shit you say after this. You know how I am about disloyalty. I thought you were different from these basic bitches, but you're just like them." Thug was holding me up against the wall with his forearm in my throat, but not with force or anything.

  "Oh, my God! Are you serious right now? Yes, I lied to you. I know that I have to regain your trust. But, what you won't do is compare me to a basic bitch. You and me both know I'm not even built like a basic bitch. Basic bitches don't hold their man down like I hold you down. A basic bitch couldn't walk a mile in my motherfucking shoes. I make one mistake, and it's the end of the world. You fuck up all the time, and I always forgive you, with your no good cheating ass." I pushed his ass away from me and tried to walk out of the room, but he quickly yanked me right back and roughly pushed me into the wall.

  "Don't you ever in your life fix your mouth to call me no good. I'm the best thing that ever happened to your ass. It was me who picked you up off the street when you were dirty, bleeding, and crying. If it weren't for me you would still be with that bitch ass nigga Nico getting your ass whooped all day every day. Admit it, Tahari, I saved you." To say that my feelings were hurt would be an understatement. My heart and soul was crushed. The tears flowed freely.

  "Yeah, you saved me and I thank you for that. I wish that I could go back to that night. I would have never got in your car. I wouldn't have gotten shot at, I wouldn't have lost my baby, I wouldn't have been set up to go to jail, I wouldn't have been kidnapped, I wouldn't had to kill anyone and last but not least, I wouldn't be a fucking twenty-four year old mother of seven, and I wouldn't be married to a bitch ass nigga like you."

  I was so caught up in my emotions that I palmed his face with my hand mushed his head back with as much force as I could. Before I knew it, he had smacked me with so much force that I hit the floor.

  "Oh, my God! I can't believe you hit me." I was on the floor holding my lip because it was bleeding. I felt Thug wrap his arms around me and hold me tight.

  "I'm sorry, Ta-Baby. Please forgive me for hitting you." I pushed him away and ran out of his office to my bedroom. I threw myself across the bed and cried for what seemed like an eternity. I know that he didn't mean to hit me. Thug was not that type of man. I think my choice of words and me putting my hands on him sent him over the edge. Everything was just great, and now it was all bad. I felt Thug come and lay down in the bed with me.

  "I'm not feeling me putting my hands on you. No matter what was said or you putting your hands on me, I was supposed to walk away. If it has gotten to a point where I have to put my hands on you, it's best that I move out of the house for a little while until we can get pass all of this. I love you, Ta-Baby. I'm going to keep it one hundred I'm real pissed behind you lying to me. I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact you met up with a nigga. I also know that you're pissed at me for the things I said and for hitting you. It's best that we separate for a little while. The kids don't need to see us fighting. Call me if you need anything."

  I cried the entire time he talked. I wanted to say something, but my words became stuck in my throat when he said that he was going to leave. Once he was done talking, he kissed me on the jaw. I was crying like he had died again. I sat up and watched him pack his clothes. He put his black card on the dresser and left without saying another word.

  I cried myself to sleep and when I woke up it was time to go to Trish's birthday party. I really didn't want to go, but Trish would curse my ass out if I didn't show my face. I had to go party with my girl. She had been there for me when I needed her the most. Plus, after the day I have had, I needed a drink to clear my head.

  ***

  "You killing these hoes with all that damn ass," Trish said as she smacked my ass. I was rocking an all white Dolce and Gabbana cat suit with a pair of white and gold thigh high Gucci boots. I made sure to put on all my diamonds. I wanted to look like a million dollars when I saw Thug. I made sure not to have on any panties. By the end of the night, my baby was going to come back home and fuck the shit out of me. The party was packed. I looked around for Thug, but I didn't see him.

  "So, what's up birthday girl, are you enjoying yourself?"

  "Girl yeah. Markese went all out this year. Did you see my new Audi outside with the red bow on it?"

  "That shit nice Sis."

  "Hey Bitches! Come on let's turn the fuck up!" Barbie said as she hugged both of us. Her ass was already in it. I decided to just get fucked up and have some fun. Nicki Minaj's Anaconda started playing, and I twerked my ass off. I had all the niggas and bitches standing around watching my show.

  I noticed Thug standing front and center watching me. I danced even harder. I walked over to him and started twerking all over his ass. He might have wanted some time apart, but his dick was telling me different. He was looking good as he was rocking an all black, V-neck with a pair of black Robbins with gold rhinestones on the pockets. He had a pair of black and gold Giuseppe Zanotti's on his feet. He was on point with all of his yellow gold jewelry on. Once the song was over, he hit me on my ass and walked away. I turned around to catch him, but he had already disappeared into the crowd. I was thirsty, so I made my way to the bar.

  "I love that cat suit girl," a female said to me as she sipped from her champagne bottle. I took in her features, and she looked black and Chinese. She had a really cute face.

  "Thank you. Those Red Bottoms are fierce." I thought I would compliment her even though I had them bitches last year.

 
"Thanks, girl. My boo brought me these." She smiled as she sipped her drink. I ordered a Bottle of Bellataire, and I went and found my girls. Trish, Barbie, Khia, Aja, Niyah, Nisa, Ta-Jay, and Stacy were all in V.I.P. It was nothing but love when all of us got together.

  "You murdered that dance floor. You just put all these stripper hoes to shame. Especially Yoshi, she was watching you the entire time you was shaking ya ass," Trish said as she drank from the Patron bottle.

  "What the hell is a Yoshi?" Barbie asked, and we all started to laugh.

  "She's the manager of all the girls here at the club."

  "Did y'all see where Thug went to?"

  "He's probably downstairs with the rest of them niggas shooting dice. They're so damn ghetto. How the hell you gonna shoot dice at your wife’s birthday party? That's okay. His ass better hit I need a new Birken bag." We all started laughing. Trish’s ass was a mess. I got up and went downstairs to find Thug. I wanted my husband to come home. The more I thought about it; I wasn't feeling this separation shit.

  I went downstairs, but Thug wasn't down there. I needed to use the bathroom, so I headed towards the bathroom area. As I got closer, I observed Thug and the bitch I conversed with at the bar coming from the bathroom area. He was zipping his pants, and this bitch was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. He smacked her on the ass as they went their separate ways. My emotions got the best of me, and I charged at her ass like a raging bull.

  "So, my husband is your boo, huh?" I talked to the bitch as I whooped that ass. I could hear the crowd gathering around us. I looked up, and my crew was right there swinging with me. I guess this bitch’s friends called themselves trying to jump. Barbie, Ta-Jay, and Khia was fucking them hoes up. I took that bitch shoes right off of her feet like I was Ezell. That hoe could walk home barefoot for all I cared. Her ass wasn't about to walk around in some shit my husband brought. Call me petty, but I really don't give a fuck. Before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the club by Thug.

  "What the fuck you on, Tahari?"

  "Nigga, I saw you and that bitch coming out the bathroom. You smacked her on the ass." Before I knew it, the same Red Bottoms that was on her feet I started hitting his ass with. I prayed I stabbed his ass full of holes. Thug was trying his best to block them shoes from hitting his ass. He pushed me so hard that I lost my balance, and I fell on my ass. He walked back into the club and left me right there on the ground. I tried to get up and go after him, but Malik stopped me.

  "Come on Sis. Stop this shit," Malik said as he snatched the shoes out of my hand and threw them. He tried to grab me, but I yanked away from him.

  "Let me the fuck go, Malik! This shit is all of your fault. You just had to tell him. Nothing happened between Quaadir and me. Thanks to you, he's out here on some get back over something that never happened." I felt so stupid and ashamed of myself. The entire hood and our whole family saw me making a fool of myself. I looked like a weak bitch out here in these streets acting a fool and crying.

  "I'm so sorry I ruined your birthday party," I cried as I walked towards Trish and hugged her.

  "Stop crying, Tahari, I been here before. I know exactly how you feel. You didn't ruin my birthday. You actually made this shit more fun. I thought I was crazy over Markese. Bitch, you whooping hoes and taking their damn shoes." We both laughed, and she wiped my face.

  I walked to my car, and I got in. I sat there for a minute before I pulled off, but my woman's intuition told me to go back and circle around the club a couple of times before I headed home. I past the club the first two times and I didn't see anything. I decided to circle around one more time before I went home to my babies.

  As I past the club, I observed Thug and the bitch getting in his truck. I watched them drive off, and tears flooded my eyes as I followed them downtown to the W hotel. I waited for them to go inside and gave them enough time to check in. I went inside and bribed the shit out of the front desk attendant. I gave that bitch two hundred dollars for a room key. This nigga had got the Presidential Suite.

  I rode the elevator and contemplated what I was going to do when I got up there. Thug was the best husband and father in the world, but I let all of that blind me from the fact that he was still a typical nigga. I did everything I was supposed to do to keep my man satisfied. I was a freak in sheets; I cooked; I cleaned, and I was an even great mother to our children. Him and this bitch was not some shit that just started. They were fucking around way before I ever met up with Quaadir. So, as far as him using Quaadir as an excuse that was some bullshit.

  I used the key card and gained entry. I entered the suite, and I headed straight to the bedroom. I heard them moaning. I felt like I was about to throw up everywhere. The sound of them fucking made me sick to my stomach.

  "Oh, shit Thug, your dick feel so good," I heard the bitch say. I morphed into a maniac. I kicked the door in and took Ms. Pearlie from my purse. I never gave either one of them a chance to react. I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger until I was out of bullets. I saw Thug moving a little, and I heard him moan out in pain. The bitch he was with wasn't moving at all. I just stood there holding the smoking gun.

  "Tahari!" The sound of him calling my name broke me from my trance. I saw the blood, and I ran as fast as I could. I took the stairs instead of jumping on the elevator. I hopped in my car and sped away. I couldn't go home and look at my kids in the face and tell them I shot their father. I thought of Quaadir, but I quickly decided against it. Cassie was my last hope. I drove to her house and banged on her door until she finally opened it.

  "What are you doing here?"

  "I shot Thug, Ma!" I fell in her arms and cried so hard.

  Chapter 24- Cassie

  A Mother's Love

  When I opened the door, and Tahari fell in my arms, I knew I had to step up and be the mother that she needed to be. She cried herself to sleep right there on the floor. I had to figure out what I needed to do to help my daughter out. I'd never been there for her, and right now she needed me the most.

  I went inside her purse and retrieved her phone. I looked for Peaches number. It had been years since we spoke to one another. At this moment, all of our animosity towards one another needed to be placed on the backburner. Our kids needed for us to be there for them. I called her and told her what Tahari told me, and she cursed me out. Of course, her crazy ass was going to do that. I had woken Tahari up and told her that we needed to get to the hospital.

  "What if I killed them?"

  "Just think positive, Tahari." That was all I could say to her. I didn't know what their conditions were. Peaches just told us to come to the hospital. Once we pulled into the entrance, I noticed that Tahari was hesitant.

  "Come on, Tahari." I grabbed her hand, and we walked into the emergency room and found Peaches.

  "I'm sorry, Momma Peaches. I didn't mean to hurt him. He was with her, and I just blanked out." Peaches grabbed Tahari and hugged her so tightly. That warmed my heart to see that.

  "It's okay, Tahari. He's okay. He was hit in the shoulder and in the ass."

  "Did I kill that bitch?"

  "No. You shot her in the chest, but she survived."

  I looked around, and I noticed the rest of the family giving me the evil eye. I stared their ass down, as well. I really hoped they didn't think that I was scared.

  "What the fuck you doing here, Tahari?" Everybody turned around, and Thug was coming from the back with a hospital gown on limping. His right arm was in a sling.

  "I'm so glad that you're okay." Tahari ran to him and hugged him so tightly around the neck. I knew that she loved him more than life itself. It hurt my heart when he roughly pushed her off of him.

  "Get the fuck off me! I can see you're still keeping secrets. When were you going to tell me your mother was alive?"Tahari just stood there with tears streaming from her eyes.

  "She didn't know I was alive. She just found out when she saw me in the store. Don't be mad at her for trying to get to know her mother."

  "Bitch, pleas
e! I've been more of a mother to her than you will ever be. As a matter of fact, this is my family. Tahari is my daughter now. Gone back where the fuck you came from," Peaches said as she started walking towards me.

  "Peaches gone somewhere with all your high school antics. You think that you're so better than me. Newsflash Peaches you're not. No matter what you or anybody else think, Tahari is my daughter. I fucked up behind a nigga when it came to being a parent, but so did you. How about you go find Thug's twin, your mother put up for adoption and stop trying to take my daughter away from me." As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. The whole lobby fell silent. Peaches charged at me, and we started to fight. Before we really could get to fighting, the police broke us up.

  "Tahari Kenneth, you're under arrest for attempted murder," the police officer said as he placed her in handcuffs. There wasn't a dry eye in the house as she was led out of the hospital and put into a squad car. I walked to my car, and I felt bad for her getting arrested. I should have never talked her into going to the hospital.

  As I drove away, I looked at Thug and the rest of the family arguing in front of the hospital. I really felt bad for spilling the beans, but fuck Peaches. I was sick and tired of her walking around like she was so much better than me. My main concern right now was getting my daughter out of jail and home to her babies.

  Chapter 25-Peaches

  Secrets No More

  Out of all the secrets I kept from my family, Thug having a twin brother would be the secret that I was going to my grave with. I didn't even know I was pregnant with twin boys until I woke up from having a C-Section. After a couple of days passed, my mother told me she gave my other son up for adoption. I cried for days; I would have never given my son up for adoption. I was underage, and I couldn't protest it. Vinny had no idea, so there was nothing he could do.

  At the time, he didn't even want Ka'Jaire, so I knew he wouldn't have wanted a twin. Besides my mother and me, Cassie was the only other person who knew my deep, dark secret. With all my secrets coming to the surface, I should have known it would only be a matter of time before this secret came out.