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  He was the typical street nigga who did typical street nigga shit. I’d been very forgiving, but seeing him in bed with another woman caused me to go over the edge and pull the trigger. The only regret I had was hurting my kids. As far as Thug went, I hoped every time he sat on his ass he thought of me.

  Hopefully, that bitch thought twice before she fucked with my husband again. I was playing for keeps. I was the beast he always wanted me to be, now he had to deal with who he created.

  "Inmate Kenneth. Grab your items you’re free to go," the correctional officer said as she unlocked the door and escorted me to be processed out. During this time, I learned that all the charges against me had been dropped. I was mad as hell I had to put back on the clothes I had on that night. No one in my family knew that I was out, and I wasn't quite ready to go home and face them. I wanted to see my babies most, but I wasn't ready to face my husband just yet. There was only one person I knew I could trust to not tell that I was out. I knew that shouldn't have been calling Quaadir to come pick me up, but he was my only hope at the moment.

  He came and picked me up within thirty minutes. This was my third time seeing him, and he was driving something different. This time he was driving a black on black Infiniti truck. The shit was nice as hell.

  "Thank you so much for coming to get me."

  "No problem. Ma. Where do you want me to drop you off at?" he asked as he pulled away from the jailhouse.

  "Actually, I'm not ready to go home just yet. I was wondering, can I chill at your spot for a couple of days? I promise I won't be in your way."

  "Of course you can. You're more than welcome; I have nothing but space." Quaadir continued to drive and about twenty minutes later; we pulled up to a house in Oak Park. It was big and beautiful. Quaadir was living lavish as hell to be a damn repairman. We entered his home, and it was just as beautiful. All black everything and it looked good.

  "Come on let me take you upstairs, so that you can freshen up." Quaadir grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to one of his many guest bedrooms.

  "I know that you're tired and hungry. Take you a hot shower and a nap. I'll hook up something eat. I'll be down in the kitchen if you need me."

  "Thank you so much, Quaadir. I really appreciate all of this." I walked up to him and kissed him on the jaw.

  "No problem, Ma. Get you some rest." Quaadir walked out of the room, and I watched him as he walked away. I couldn't help but to think that something was different about him these days. He was not the same person I had spent so much time with a year ago. I put it in the back of my mind, and I soaked in the tub. I was just happy that he didn't ask me any questions in regards to me being locked up. The last thing I wanted to do was tell him that I was in jail for shooting my husband and chick I found him having sex with, especially after I had told Quaadir how much I loved Thug and that we were going to be together.

  I was embarrassed enough. I didn't want him to look at me like I was a damn fool. Quaadir had always been the perfect gentleman. I knew that had we met at a different time or place; I would definitely make him mines. I laid my head back and wondered what Thug was doing. Knowing him, he was probably laid up with some bitch. I immediately shook the thoughts from my mind. I didn't want to think about that right now.

  Once I finished taking a bath, I climbed up into the queen size bed and drifted off to sleep. Hours later, I woke up, and the room was pitch black. The only light was the time on the cable box. It was one in the morning. I had slept the whole day away. I got up and went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I exited the room and went to find Quaadir. I bumped into him as he came from his bedroom causing the towel he had wrapped around his waist to fall.

  My mouth watered as I looked at his chiseled abs. My eyes found its way down to dick and this nigga was blessed. He was hanging like a horse. I squeezed my legs together to keep my juices from flowing down my legs. He stepped closer to me and caressed my face. We stared into each other's eyes for a couple of seconds. I felt him grab my right hand and wrap it around his dick. He guided my hand up and down his shaft. Moments later he was fully erect. No words were spoken as he lifted me up off the floor and wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into his bedroom and laid me down on my back. All I had on was a t-shirt with no panties on. I was already soaking wet, so his dick slid into me with ease.

  "I've been waiting so long to be inside of you, Tahari." Quaadir was making love to me as he spoke. He slowly thrusted in and out me. He was so gentle as he sucked on my breasts and bit on my neck. Quaadir found my lips and slipped his tongue inside of my mouth. We kissed each other passionately as he continued to make love to me. Each time he slid in and out of me tears escaped my eyes. I was cheating on my husband. It didn't matter that he had cheated on me numerous times; my mind, body, and soul belonged to him. At that moment, I wanted my husband.

  "Grrrr." Quaadir grunted as he came and released all his seeds inside of me. I moaned out in pleasure because I had came as well. We both laid there out of breath unable to speak for a minute. I had to keep it real with Quaadir; this would be our only time having sex because in the morning, I was going home to my husband and my kids.

  "Quaadir I--."

  "Shhh! You don't have to explain anything to me. I know that you love your husband. I would be lying if I said I wasn't in love with you, but the fact remains the same I can't have you. You're a beautiful woman with a big heart. Your husband is a lucky nigga. I want you to know that whenever you need me, I'll be here. No strings attached. The fact that you let me make love to you is enough for me. Trust and believe me, you made a nigga day. " I was speechless as Quaadir spoke. He kissed me on the forehead and stood up from the bed. He cut on the lamp, and that was when I noticed the massive tattoo on his back. It was a picture of God, and it covered his entire back.

  "Nice Tattoo. I never took you to be the religious type. What made you get a picture of God tattooed on your back?”

  "Because I'm something like a God." He smirked as he threw on a pair of basketball shorts and climbed back in bed with me. I thought nothing of it and we both drifted off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up, and Quaadir was no longer beside me. I got up and handled my personal hygiene and put on my clothes. I got ready to walk down the stairs to find him, but I overheard him yelling on the phone.

  "I'm running this shit nigga. Did you forget who the fuck I was? In case you forgot I'm that nigga they call God. I get whatever the fuck I want by any means necessary. I want that nigga Thug dead; I want his city, and I definitely want his bitch!" He slammed the phone down, and I hurried up and ran back into the bedroom because I heard him coming up the stairs. I wanted to scream and cry. I had just fucked this nigga, and he was trying to kill my husband. I was so confused. Quaadir looked like the Devil himself as he spoke on the phone. I gathered myself before he entered the room.

  "Hey, I'm getting ready to head home. Thank you so much for looking out for me." I wished like hell I had Ms.Pearlie I would blow his fucking brains out right now. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed my lips. I wanted to throw up in my mouth. I literally became disgusted with him in a matter of minutes.

  "I miss you already. Keep in touch, Ma." He grabbed my hand, and we walked downstairs. He called me a cab and we waited on the porch until it arrived. He held my hand the entire time. Once my cab arrived, I ran to it, and I looked back at him one last time. The next time I saw him, he was going to be saying his last words. He was a dead fucking man.

  As I rode in the cab to my house, the wheels in my head started to turn. All this time that nigga had been using me to get to my husband. I remember he approached me one day when I was coming from the gym. He offered me his card and was telling me how he owned a repair business. That motherfucker had been following me the whole time.

  I felt like shit I had this nigga in my house around my kids. No matter what, I knew that I needed to tell Thug. No matter what the consequences or repercussions would be. My loyalty was to Thug, and I
had to be standing beside him when he killed Quaadir, God, or whatever the fuck his name was.

  The house was completely empty when I made it home. I had no idea where everyone was. After I took a shower and threw on a jogging suit and pair of Air Max, I powered my phone on for the first time since I was released from jail. I tried calling Thug, but his phone was going straight to voicemail. I tried the rest of the family, and no one answered their phone either. I was starting to panic when my phone began to ring. I looked at the screen, and it was Thug. I immediately answered.

  "You need to come home right now, Thug. I need to talk to you," I hollered in the phone not even saying hello or giving him a chance to say it.

  "When did you get out?"

  "Yesterday morning."

  "Your ass got out yesterday and you’re just not calling me. What type of shit is that, Tahari?" I knew that he was going to be mad about that. I didn't care; we had to deal with that later on.

  "We'll talk about that later, Ka'Jaire. I need to you to come home; it's a matter of life and death."

  "I can't come home right now. Lil Sarge was kidnapped a couple of days ago. We've been out here trying to get him back. The kids are out at the vacation house with my mother and the rest of the family. Just go there I'll be there in a little while.”

  "No, you don't understand. Please come home. I think I know who had something to do with your traps being burned down!" The phone was silent as Thug tried to take in what I had just said.

  "Stay there, I'm on my way. I love you, Ta-Baby," he yelled into the phone before he hung up.

  "I love you, too."I hung up, and I couldn't help but to smile. I made sure to send Cassie a text and let her know that I was out, and I would come and see her later. Thirty minutes later, Thug, Malik, Sarge, and Dro arrived. They all looked visibly worn out.

  "What's up Lil Sis? I'm glad you got out of that jam," Malik said as he kissed me.

  "Her ass is officially a jailbird," Thug said as he pulled me into his embrace and hugged me tight.

  "How's your ass?" I asked him, and everybody started to laugh.

  "That shit is not funny. I'm finally able to sit down on my ass without that damn donut. All bullshit to the side, what's that shit you was saying on the phone?" I stepped away from him, so that I could put some space between us. I didn't want to be close to him when I told him what I knew. I looked around, and I noticed that Sarge, Malik, and Dro were also standing around waiting for me to speak.

  "Yesterday, when I was released from jail I wasn't ready to face you, so I called Quaadir to come and pick me up from the jail.”

  "You called who!" Thug said through gritted teeth as he tried to charge towards me. Malik had grabbed him before he made to me, though.

  "So, like I was saying. I went to his house. I took a shower, and I went to sleep. The entire time he stayed downstairs. This morning I got up, and I was getting ready to come home. I overheard him on the phone talking. He was saying that he was God and that he wanted you dead, and he wanted to take the city from you.

  I have a funny feeling that he has something to do with you getting shot, as well. I'm sorry about trusting him. He never gave me an inkling that he was trying to take you down. The person I saw today was not the person who was supposed to be a damn repairman. He sounded like a fucking King Pin on the phone. I hurried up and got the fuck out of dodge and called you.”

  "I knew it was a reason I didn't like that nigga," Malik said as he pounded his fists on the countertop. I observed Thug, and he was livid. I was scared shitless as he looked at me like he wanted to kill my ass.

  "Wait a minute, you said he called himself God?" Dro asked.

  "Yeah. Plus he has a big ass tattoo of God covering his entire back."

  "I bet you any kind of money that's that nigga Dante was telling us about," Sarge said and they all nodded their head in agreement. Thug had yet to speak. He was still staring a hole through me.

  "Let me have a minute with my wife. I'll be out in a minute," Thug said as he opened the refrigerator and popped the top off of a Corona and drank it straight down. He grabbed another one and did the same. I looked at Malik with pleading eyes. I didn't want him to leave me alone so his damn brother could kill my ass.

  "Bring your ass over here, Tahari!" he demanded. His loud voice made me almost jump out of my damn skin. I slowly walked over to him. Once I was in arms reach, he yanked me so hard towards him.

  "Did you fuck that nigga?" I looked at his ass like he was crazy.

  "Hell no. I was mad about catching you with ole girl, but I know better than to give your pussy away," I lied with a straight motherfucking face. There was no way in hell I was going to admit to fucking Quaadir. That shit was going to my fucking grave with me. Thug roughly grabbed my throat and placed his lips on mine. Our tongues found each other as we kissed with so much passion. I felt him unbuckling his pants, so I hurried up and pulled my jogging pants off. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

  He pushed me up against the refrigerator, and he rammed his dick inside of me. He started to roughly fuck me. He was fucking me so hard that the refrigerator was moving around. All the damn cereal and chips and shit was falling all on our heads. At that moment, nothing else mattered. Thug was giving me his famous Thug Passion and that shit was driving me crazy. I was speechless as Thug punished the pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.

  "I missed you so much baby!" I moaned out in ecstasy.

  "I missed you, too!" Thug continued to thrust inside of me until he busted a huge nut. I swear I could feel it as he let off inside of me. I was squirting so much the shit was running down my legs. Once we finished, we both cleaned ourselves up and straightened our clothes.

  "Are you still riding for a nigga?" Thug said as he grabbed different types of guns from the gun case we had in our bedroom.

  "I'm riding with you until the wheels fall off," I said as I kissed him on the lips.

  "That's what the fuck I'm talking about! Now grab Ms. Pearlie and put your Ride or Die Bitch cape on. It's time to put in work with your man. I want you to take me where that nigga lay his head." Thug hit me on the ass, and I was in straight Bonnie mode. Quaadir was going to regret the day he fucked with me and my husband. It didn't matter that I had just fucked him less than twenty-four hours ago. At the end of the day, my loyalty would always and forever be with KA'JAIRE "THUG" KENNETH.

  Chapter 29- Sarge

  Family Matters

  Since we still needed to keep eyes on Bolo, we decided to separate. Thug and Tahari went back to where that nigga Quaadir laid his head. Dro, Malik, and myself headed back to keep an eye on the nigga Bolo. As soon as we pulled up to his crib, he was pulling away. We immediately started to follow him.

  "Where the fuck is this nigga going?" Malik said as Bolo hopped on the expressway.

  Shortly after, I almost lost my fucking mind as I watched Bolo pull up to the house that I had purchased for the bitch Kenyetta. The last time I saw the bitch was when she signed the divorce papers. To my understanding, she had moved out of town.

  "Whose house is this?" Dro asked as he killed the engine.

  "My ex-wife Kenyetta's. I wonder could she be the bitch that Ta'Jay said was in the car with him when he snatched my son up?"

  "I don't put shit past Kenyetta. You know that bitch was grimy and would do anything for some money. I say we run off in that bitch and get to blasting," Malik said as he checked the clip inside of his gun.

  "We can't go inside shooting. Lil Sarge might be up in there. I have keys to that bitch. We about to just go inside and see what the fuck is going on. I swear to God if that bitch did something to my son I'm killing her ass."

  "Let's do this shit," Dro said and we all exited the car. We were all dressed in black with our hoodies tied tight. We jogged up to the door with our guns out. I put my ear to the door to see if I could hear anything. The only thing I heard was the nigga Bolo and Kenyetta in a heated argument.

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nbsp; "I'm going to go around the back and check the windows. There was a patio door that was never locked. I'm about to go through there. Fuck going in with them keys. If I'm not back in five minutes kick this fucking door in," I said, and I ran around the back of the house.

  I looked in the windows, and there was my baby boy sitting up watching TV. There were bags of chips and juices all around him. That bitch had been feeding him junk food to stay quiet. I was glad that the patio door was attached to the bedroom he was in. I slowly slid the door open. I stepped in, and his eyes got wide and jumped off the bed and ran to me.

  "Shhh!" I put my finger up to my mouth. I wanted to get him out of the house and safe. I managed to slip out of the door without that stupid bitch Kenyetta hearing me. Her and that nigga was so busy arguing they didn't even know that I was in the house.

  "The mean lady hit me because I wouldn't stop crying. She made me sit in the dark closet. I was so scared, Daddy."

  "It's okay, Son. She won't ever hurt you again. I'm going to take you home to Mommy right now."

  "The bad man hit Mommy and he took me away from her. He told me that he killed her." Lil Sarge laid his head on my shoulder. I couldn't wait to kill their ass for doing this shit to my son and my wife.

  "Look who I found," I said as I showed Malik and Dro that I had my son. As soon as the words left my mouth, the front door flew open, and Bolo's eyes were wide as saucers as he was staring down the barrel of Dro's gun.

  "Get your bitch ass back in there and sit down!" Dro hit Bolo across the head with the gun causing him to fall back into the house.

  "Oh, my God!" Kenyetta yelled out, and Malik grabbed her by the hair and dragged her ass into the house and slammed the door behind us. I took Lil Sarge to the back of the house and sat him down on the bed. I took my phone out and dialed Ta'Jay's number.

  "Say Hi to Mommy." I put the phone up to his ear, and I heard Ta'Jay screaming on the other end. I took the phone from him and took a deep breath before I spoke into the phone.