Thug Paradise 2 Page 6

  “Now that’s out of the way, let’s play the game. Here’s a pen and paper. Start writing.”

  “What the fuck do I need this for?”

  “Your confession stating that you set up Thug Inc,” Gucci said, as we all stood around him with our guns pointed and aimed at his head.

  “I’m not writing shit, you black bitches.”

  “We’re not going to be too many more black bitches. Start writing now or he’s going to take that ass,” I said, as Big Tee came from the back of the house. He was my friend from the hood who loved men. Jones was no match for a six-foot, three hundred pound booty bandit. He was going to fuck the lining out of his ass. Big Tee started to walk towards him and he started thrashing around and panicking. We couldn’t do shit but laugh at his ass. I could have sworn I saw his ass shedding tears.

  “Okay! Okay! What the fuck do you want me to say?”

  “It’s simple. Just say that you have been setting up the members of Thug Inc, planting evidence and providing fake witness statements.” Jones was sweating bullets as he wrote in detail about what he had been doing. I made sure he didn’t leave one stone unturned. By the time he was finished writing this letter, the judge would have no choice but to drop all the charges against them.

  “Here! Take this shit and get out of here!” he yelled, as he threw the paper on the floor.

  “I know you didn’t think it was that easy,” I said, as I walked over to him and grabbed his hand to wrap it around his service weapon. I smirked as I held his hand in place. He was trying his best to get out of my grip. Tee held him down to keep him from moving while Chanel and Gucci pried his mouth open and I shoved the gun in his mouth.

  “Kill yourself, you pig ass nigga” I squeezed on his finger and that sent a bullet through the back of his head. The scene was gruesome but we had to make the shit look like a suicide. We quickly untied him from the chair and left his ass laying on the dining room floor. I turned the heat on and made sure all the windows were closed. By the time they found his ass, the shit would be horrific. After paying Big Tee and dropping him off, Chanel, Gucci and I went to TGI Fridays for drinks.

  “If King finds out the shit I’m doing, he’s going to kill my ass.”

  “That makes the both of us. Nasir gone beat my ass.”

  “Y’all aint the only ones. Thug is going to have my head on a platter. No matter what happens, y’all, everything we’re doing is so that our families can live in peace. They might be mad for a little while, but trust me, they will get over it.” We all sat around just drinking and kicking it for a little while longer. Nasir and King started to blow up their phones, so we all headed home. A part of me wished that I would have gotten a phone call, a text, or something from Thug. He was really being an asshole over the whole abortion situation. I thought I would get a pass after someone blew my car up trying to kill me, but that shit didn’t even matter. The abortion had him so upset with me.

  When I made it home, Thug and the kids were asleep in our bed. I just had to take a picture of them. It was the cutest thing ever. Ka’Jaiyah had her feet all in his face. The rest of the kids were all over each other. One by one I woke them up and put them in their own beds. The numerous shots of Patrón had me feeling faded. I took a quick shower and got prepared to go to bed. When I exited the bathroom I couldn’t help but stare at my husband’s body. After all these years, he still had the body of a Greek God. The scars from being shot in the chest had healed perfectly. Thug was even sexier than he was the first time I laid eyes on him. The bulge in his boxers made me realize that it had been a minute since we had sex. That made me feel funny because if we didn’t do anything else, we made time to fuck each other’s brains out. Since I was already naked, I climbed into bed and put my hands down his boxers. I wrapped my hands around his dick and began to slowly stroke it up and down. He stirred around in his sleep and I felt his dick become erect. That was my cue. I pulled his dick out and placed it in mouth. Before I went to work I just held it in my mouth and moaned. It was something about just feeling it in mouth that made me want to cum. The feeling of his veins pulsating on my tongue didn’t make it any better. Slowly I bobbed up and down trying to get me a good rhythm going. The sound of him moaning let me know that it was feeling good to him. I began to slurp and slob all over it just the way he liked it.

  “Ahhhh Shit! I’m about to bust, Ta-Baby.” Thug grabbed the back of my head and began to pump violently in my mouth as he released all of his seeds down my throat. I was ready for that dick now. I tried to climb on top of him but he rolled over and pulled the cover up over him.

  “Really, Thug?” He didn’t even say anything. I was so fucking mad at him. I put on my clothes and went to sleep in the guestroom. I had to get away from him before I slapped the shit out of him. Thug was being too petty. I was tired of him being on bullshit with me. It’s cool, though, because two can play that game.

  It had been a little over a week since the incident in the bedroom and I hadn’t said shit to Thug if it wasn’t in regard to the kids or our businesses and vice versa. I was tired of the shit, so I decided to go out to Gentleman’s Paradise. A drink and a night out with my girls was long overdue. I was slipping my shoes on my feet when Thug walked in our room.

  “Where the fuck you going in that little-ass dress?”

  “I’m going to Gentleman’s Paradise with the rest of the girls,” I said, as I walked pass his ass and towards my vanity to put on some body spray.

  “No you’re not. You might as well take that shit off and sit your ass down somewhere. You need to cook a real fucking dinner, instead of ordering all that damn takeout. The kids don’t need to be eating all that greasy shit.”

  “Well, go cook for them. Your motherfucking hands work just like mines. I’m going out. Excuse me. Let me pass. I don’t have time for this shit.” This nigga was actually blocking the doorway. I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips. I got a good look at him and he was high as a Georgia Pine.

  “I’m getting real tired of your mouth ,Tahari.”

  “And I’m getting tired of the way you’ve been treating me. I’ve apologized over and over again. How long are you going to be mad at me Ka’Jaire?”

  “Until I’m not mad anymore, that’s when.” He stepped closer in my face and stared my ass down.

  “Stay mad, I don’t even care anymore. Let me get the fuck out of here.” I pushed past him and headed down the stairs. He caught up to me and just started ripping my dress off of me. I couldn’t believe he had just done that. I was in utter shock and disbelief at his behavior. We have fought and argued, but this shit here was too much. I’m glad my kids were in their rooms. The last thing I wanted them to see was me standing in the foyer in my bra and panties.

  “Like I said, your ass not going no motherfucking where.” He threw my ripped dress down on the floor and walked back to his office and slammed the door. He got me fucked all the way up if he thinks that’s going to make me stay in the motherfucking house. I went to my bedroom and grabbed a different dress that matched my shoes and clutch that I already had. I hurried up and put it on and got the fuck out of dodge. I’ll deal with the backlash later. Right now, I was about to go out with my girls. Fuck Thug! I was about to turn up. When I made it to the club, Barbie, Gucci, Khia and Chanel were already there. I’m not even surprised that Ta’Jay was not here. She’s so far up Sarge’s ass, it’s ridiculous.

  “What the hell took you so long? We thought Thug made your ass stay in,” Barbie said, as she opened up a bottle of Pineapple Ciroc.

  “He tried it. Ripped my fucking dress off of me and everything. I politely put on a different dress and got the fuck out of there. He’s still mad about the abortion. Walking around the house with a fucking attitude and ignoring me like I’m not even there. Fuck him. I don’t have time for that shit.” I knocked back a shot followed by another.

  “This house arrest shit got these niggas tripping. Malik acted a damn fool because I said I was going out. This
motherfucker hid my keys from me. I politely snatched the keys to his Audi and ran out the door. It’s definitely going to be some shit when I get home. I plan on being real tipsy, so I can ignore his ass.”

  “They asses think that because they’re on house arrest, we are too. They must have forgot the countless nights we were home alone with the kids while they were out running the streets,” Gucci said, as she took a sip of her drink. We all agreed in unison because the shit most definitely was true. Thug better miss with all the bullshit that he is on. The shit is getting old. My song “Flawless” by Nicki and Beyoncé came on. I had to get up and shake my ass. That song explained exactly how I looked and felt. It felt so good to just be out kicking it with my girls. Before I knew it, I was on the dance floor drooping it like it was hot. My ass was damn near spilling out of my dress. At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted to enjoy myself and dance the night away.”

  “Bring your motherfucking ass on!” The sound of Thug’s voice and him pulling my arm brought me out of my trance.

  “What the fuck are you doing here? Let me go, Thug.” I was trying my best to get out of his grip.

  “You better bring your ass on,” he said through gritted teeth. I grabbed my purse and followed him out. Barbie, Gucci, Chanel, and Khia all got up to leave as well. I was so embarrassed at the way Thug was handling me.

  “I need to get my car, Ka’Jaire.”

  “Markese gone take care of it. Get your ass in the car and don’t say shit.” Thug walked around to the driver’s seat of his Range and got in. I swear I wanted to just take off running. But that would only make shit worse.

  “Thug, you got me fucked all the way—” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence because Thug had backhanded me in my mouth.

  “I said don’t say shit, Tahari. Learn to shut the fuck up sometimes!”

  I sat in the passenger seat stunned and in silence. I definitely didn’t have shit to say after that slap. I could taste a little blood in my mouth. I reached inside the glove compartment and grabbed some napkins. I looked in the mirror on the visor and my top lip was swollen and bleeding on the inside just a little. Tears threatened to fall but I refused to let them. I stared out of the window the entire ride home. At that moment, I knew the whole dynamic of our relationship had changed. I don’t care how angry he gets with me. Putting his hands on me is something he just doesn’t do. I wondered how we were we going to get past all of this.

  I entered our home and headed straight upstairs to our room and laid in bed. I didn’t even bother to get undressed. When I got with Thug he always promised that he would never hit me. Obviously, he lied about that. For the first time since we had been together, through all of the bullshit, I wasn’t sure our relationship was going to make it. That really fucked me up in the head, because if I wasn’t sure about anything in this world, my husband and I were a sure thing.

  Chapter 12- Thug

  Respect the Thug in Me

  Laying hands on Tahari was the last thing I ever wanted to do but her mouth had been off the chain lately. Add to that, I still feel a certain type of way about her killing my seed. Her reasoning fucked me up mentally. It doesn’t bother me that my wife likes to go hard for what she feels is right. My issue was the fact she had forgotten who the fuck runs shit. I’m the head of this family and she’s running around like she’s the one running shit. If I can’t get my fucking wife to follow my rules, how can get my team to follow my rules? It’s like she purposely does shit to piss me off. I feel so disrespected by her. There was a time when she just sat back and did what the fuck I said.

  Who the fuck am I kidding? I’ve been fighting tooth and nail since we got together trying to get her to follow my lead.

  Tahari probably thinks I just didn’t want her going out but that wasn’t the case. With everything that’s going on right now, you would think all of their asses would know not to be at the club getting fucked up. When I came out of my office and realized her ass had left, I was pissed off. I really didn’t give a fuck about being on house arrest. I was going to get her and bring her ass back home. It’s not safe for her to be out running around like this. Did her ass not forget that someone just blew her fucking car up in an attempt to murder her ass?

  I’m kicking my ass right now because the last thing I wanted for Tahari was this life. She should be raising our children and spending my money. All this shit is my fault. I introduced her into this life and all she wants is to kill any motherfucker that fucks with me or jeopardizes our family. I love her for that. When I was in that jail cell, and I got news that a motherfucker tried to kill her, that shit had me thirty-eight hot, ready to kill these motherfuckers that’s trying to take us out. Unbeknownst to Tahari, that shit scared me. The thought of living life without her has me all fucked up and she’s still here in the fucking flesh. I know for a fact I would not be able to raise my kids without her.

  After hearing Dutch’s mother make the revelations about the motherfuckers who was plotting against us, we immediately put some shit into motion. Detective Jones was first on my hit list. For the last week I’ve had my street team trying to catch up with his ass, but he has been M.I.A. The motherfucker hasn’t even shown up for work. It’s cool, though, because I’m going to make that motherfucker regret that he ever fucked with me.

  I had to smoke a blunt or two before I headed upstairs to talk to Tahari. I really didn’t know how things were going to go. I just hoped that Tahari would forgive me for hitting her. I really didn’t care if she was mad about me not wanting her to go to the club or coming to drag her ass out of there. My reasoning was justified and I’m not apologizing for that.

  I walked into our bedroom and Tahari was asleep on her stomach. I pulled off her shoes and turned her over on her back and pulled the dress over her head. I got undressed and climbed in bed with her. I wrapped my arms around her. There was nowhere else in the world I would rather be right now.

  “I’m sorry for hitting you, baby. I fucked up big time, ma,” I whispered in her ear, then I placed kisses on the back of her neck. She snuggled up under me and we both drifted off to sleep.

  WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

  The feeling of the shit being slapped out of me multiple times me made jump up out my sleep. I couldn’t jump all the way up because I was being pinned down by Tahari. She was sitting on my chest and her knees was planted on my arms, keeping me from moving.

  “You better get the fuck up, Ta-Baby!”

  “Or what? You gone put your hands on me again.” She delivered another slap to my face and that shit hurt. I could feel the damn welt forming on my skin.

  “I told your ass I was sorry for hitting you last night. Your ass better not slap anymore or, on everything I love, I’m going to beat your ass.”

  “Fuck your weak-ass apology. I said I was sorry for getting the abortion over and over. Yet, you still walked around treating me like shit. I’m so fucking over you and the way you treat me, Ka’Jaire. If you can’t forgive me, let a bitch know right now. I’ll pack me and my kids’ shit and get the fuck out of your life. I’m not beat for dealing with you or the bullshit that you’ve been on with me lately.” She slapped me again and that’s when I flipped her ass over, got on top of her, and pinned her down. I held her hands above her head.

  “See, that’s what got your ass popped in the mouth in the first place. You talk too fucking much. Your ass ain’t going nowhere and neither are my kids. Don’t say that stupid-ass shit anymore. I’m sorry for hitting you but you better watch what the fuck you say out of your mouth to me. As far as the abortion goes, hell yeah I’m still mad about that. You can’t make me stop being mad about what the fuck you did. I should have had a say so. I should just beat your ass real good. But instead, I’m about to beat that pussy up. That’s what your ass want anyway. I’ll teach your ass how to behave.”

  “I’m not one of your kids. You can’t make me behave. Get the fuck off of me.” She tried to get away from me but I rammed my dick all the way up in
her.

  “Ahhhhh!” she screamed out, as she tried to grip the sheets. I thrust in and out her. I wanted her ass to feel me up in her throat. I had my hand wrapped around her throat, giving her ass that Thug Passion. Somewhere along the way, she forgot how I got down. I lifted her legs up and tried to fold them bitches behind her damn head.

  “Wait! Wait! Wait!” Tahari was trying her best to get out of my grip but I was tearing that motherfucker out the frame.

  “Where you going? I want you to take all this Daddy Dick. You can’t handle this big motherfucker no more. Turn that ass around. Let me see you twerk that ass on me.” I slid back in her wet pussy and slapped her hard as hell on her ass cheeks.

  “Yeah. I can handle that Daddy Dick.” Tahari began to twerk that ass all over me. Looking at her ass jiggling made a nigga wanted to bust all up in her.

  “Cum on this dick right now!”

  “Okay! I’m cumming! I’m cumming all over that dick right now, baby!” Tahari had come so hard she had my shit white. I flipped her ass over and planted my head in between her legs. I licked that pussy clean and made her ass squirt all over my face. I rolled over on my back and Tahari already knew what time it was.

  “Get your ass over here and ride this Daddy Dick!” I guided her down on my dick and she rode my ass with such precision. She turned around and started riding my ass from the back and I knew I was about to explode. Before I could, she jumped up and swallowed my dick whole.

  “Ooh, shit! You know I love it when you give a nigga that million dollar mouth.” I grabbed her by the back of her head and began to pump in and out of her mouth. The slurping sounds that she was making had a nigga about to scream out like a bitch. After I came long and hard down her throat, we both fell back on the bed, sweaty and out of breath.

  “That was the shit but I’m still mad at you for slapping me earlier.” Tahari laid on my chest as I played in her hair.