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  “I’m sorry for that. I never should have put my hands on you. However, I need you to start respecting the fact that I’m still head of this family. When I say something, that shit goes Ta-Baby. No back talk or nothing. There’s a method to my madness and everything I do has a purpose and good-ass reason behind it. If I told you once I told you twice.”

  “I know, I know, follow your lead.” For her to finish my sentence lets me know her ass hears everything I tell her ass. She just insists on doing what the fuck she wants to do.

  “I know it seems like I’ve been coming down hard on you lately but I want you to be safe. I would die if something happened to you behind my street shit. Promise me that if you make a move, you will talk to me. We’re in this shit together. I love you, Ta-Baby.”

  “I love you, too. Now give me some more of that Daddy Dick.” Tahari eased her hand under the cover and started to bring my dick back to life.

  “That’s what the fuck I’m talking about. Let’s make this shit interesting. If I make you tap out, I want a new motorcycle. And if you make me tap out, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go in the world. I don’t want no bullshit when it’s time to pay up, either.” Tahari was a sore loser when it came down to losing bets and paying up.

  “I’m not going to have to pay up. Your ass is about to be sleeping like a baby with your thumb in your mouth.” We both laughed, and for the rest of the night, we fucked each other’s brains out. Make up sex was definitely the best sex.

  *****

  “I can’t wait to go to Hawaii.”

  “I don’t know who taking your ass. You cheated, Tahari. We never said anything about using props.” Tahari’s ass handcuffed me to the bed and was doing all types of freaky and kinky shit to me. I tapped the fuck out real quick.

  “I’m not trying to hear that shit, Ka’Jaire. There are no rules in the bedroom. Plus, you know you liked that shit anyway.” Tahari climbed on top and we started kissing. Before we could get another session going, our door swung open and Ka’Jaiyah walked in and climbed in the bed with us. Of course, she had her thumb in her mouth. All of my kids love me to death but there is something about this one here. She is so territorial when it comes down to me. It’s one thing for her not to want her siblings up under me but she hates for Tahari to show me any type of affection.

  “What did I tell you about coming in here without knocking? Get that thumb out of your mouth before I put hot sauce on it,” Tahari said, as she rolled off of me and pulled the covers up over her. Ka’Jaiyah climbed right in between us.

  “I forgot Mommy. Daddy said I can suck my thumb if I want to.”

  “Well, since your daddy told you that, he’s going to be the one who buys your ass braces for them buck teeth that you’re going to have.”

  “Don’t tell my baby that.” I hated when Tahari messed with her about sucking her thumb and having buck teeth.

  “Momma, I thought you said you didn’t have a daddy.”

  “I don’t, baby. Why you say that?”

  “I heard you screaming for your daddy last night. Don’t cry, Mommy. My daddy can be your daddy. Can you be Mommy’s daddy?” Tahari covered her head with the pillow and we both started laughing. This little girl don’t miss a beat. I swear when she gets older she’s going to be the one to give a nigga gray hair.

  “You want me to be your daddy?”

  “I sure do. Give me kiss.” Tahari leaned over and kissed me on the lips

  “That’s disgusting,” Ka’Jaiyah said and walked out of the room.

  “That little girl is special. I should have known that when I went to the hospital for my six week check-up and I was pregnant. I was mad my entire pregnancy. I mean, down right angry and snappy at everybody. I was so sad without you.” Tahari’s eyes got glossy and I saw that she was crying. I hated that she was still affected by me “dying.”

  “Don’t cry, baby. I hate it when you cry about that. I’m sorry that you had to go through that shit alone. I know that this is why you go so hard for me. You’re scared of me dying.”

  “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m about to get the kids ready for school.” Tahari got up and put her robe on.

  “Stop worrying, baby. I promise that I’ll never leave you again.”

  “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” She wiped her eyes and walked out of the room. I laid my head back on the headboard and thought about how my wife was feeling at that moment. It dawned on me that she was willing to kill anyone who was against me because she didn’t want me to die. I hated that she was fucked up mentally over all things that concerned me. My wife was scared to lose me and I most definitely was scared of losing her. I needed to start being more sensitive to Tahari and the things that she was going through being married to a nigga like me. I always sit up and talk about how Nico wasn’t shit and put her through so much. The only difference is, I don’t use her as my human punching bag. But I’ve put her through so much shit in these last couple of years than most women go through in a lifetime. Tahari deserved so much better than being the wife of a King Pin. She’s too fucking beautiful to be getting shot at and plotted on. A nigga had to do better at protecting his family.

  My phone started to go off and all I wanted to do was ignore it. I just wanted to spend a quiet relaxing day with my wife. Next, the texts started coming through from Malik and King telling me to turn on the damn news. I hurriedly found the remote and cut the TV on. I couldn’t believe what the fuck I was hearing. Detective Jones’s ass had killed himself and left a fucking note behind detailing how he set up my organization. I was pissed off when I saw all of our fucking mugshots flashing across the screen. I had always tried to keep Thug Inc. under wraps, now the whole fucking world knows who we are. Detective Jones’s ass being dead explains why my people hadn’t been able to find his ass. The news report said he had been dead for almost two weeks. Coward ass nigga killed himself before I was able to put a fucking bullet in his head. My lawyer called shortly after saying that we all had to be at the court house in a couple of days. I already knew the charges were about to be dropped. I immediately got out of bed and went downstairs to my conference room. I knew that the crew would be calling. We had a lot of shit to discuss.

  “I saw the news, bae. I’m glad that motherfucker dead,” Tahari said, as she came in and sat across from me.

  “I just wished I would have been the one to kill his bitch ass.”

  “What are we going to do now? The monthly meeting with the families is in two weeks. I’m most definitely going. They will not think that they can just shut us out.”

  “That shit will never happen. As for the meeting next week, I’ll be attending the meeting with my crew. You no longer will be attending the meetings. It’s for the best.”

  “But I—”

  “But nothing. We discussed this already. You will not fight me on this. Let me handle this shit my way.”

  “Okay. I’ll follow your lead, Ka’Jaire.” She kissed me on the lips and I looked at her in the eyes and knew her ass was up to no good. I didn’t know what it was but I hoped and prayed it didn’t fuck up my plans.

  “The kids are gone to school and I need to go over to Momma Peaches’s house. She said that Keesha hasn’t been out of the room for days. Have you talked to Quaadir yet?”

  “I hollered at him about putting his hands on her like that but I’m not about to get in that man’s business and neither should the rest of y’all. All of you were wrong for going to that man’s house and doing what you did. If it was me, I would have shot one of y’all asses including Peaches. She is all the way wrong for the shit. Keesha had no business out fucking some random-ass nigga.” Tahari just sat there looking stupid. I was pissed the fuck off that she went over to that man’s house, disrespecting him like that. I know that’s her sister, but the best thing people could do is mind their damn business when it came down to other people’s relationships. We all know Keesha and Quaadir are going to be right back together.

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nbsp; In the meantime, let me call my tailor. I need a new suit to put on for court. I had every intention on walking in that motherfucker looking like the boss that I am.

  Chapter 13- Momma Peaches

  Ladies' Night

  I love Keesha. Lord knows that I do, but I can’t take it anymore. Her ass needs a fucking intervention. She hasn’t been out of the room since she got out of the hospital. The worst thing about it was that she had been playing nothing but Mary J. Blige’s music. I don’t have anything against Mary, that’s my girl, but I’m sick of hearing her damn voice. I’ve tried everything to get her to come out of that room. She won’t even come out to eat. I even have to take food to her. I’ve been taking care of her daughters because she doesn’t want them to see her face but her shit has healed a little. It’s time for her to get her ass up and take care of her children. I totally understand what she’s been going through. I’ve been there and it’s hard. But now, it’s time for her to dry her tears and keep it the fuck moving.

  I’m really surprised that Quaadir hasn’t even tried to come and get his damn family back. I’ve been calling him all morning but he keeps sending my ass to voicemail. I have every intention on knocking the shit out of his ass when I see him. I know that I didn’t raise him but I know for a fact Aunt Ruth raised him better. I love all my sons and the last thing I want is for them to hurt their wives. Tahari, Keesha, and Barbie love my sons no matter the bullshit that they put them through. However, there are times I look at them and I know that they are getting tired. For the most part, Barbie and Malik have been doing good, but you never know with Malik’s ass. Thug and Tahari not going to run my blood pressure up with their shit. Bonnie and Clyde got issues that only they can resolve.

  I called all the girls over. We needed a day to ourselves just to sit back and get fucked up. Plus, I wanted to tell them about my newfound love. It was imperative that I speak to them about a couple of things. My sons were going to have a fit when they found out I had been spending time with a nigga. I never thought that I would even be able to love again after the stunt that nigga Vinny pulled on me. Out the blue this man swooped in and swept me off of my feet. There’s something inside of my heart that lets me know that he is one hundred percent Team Peaches. On the other hand, my kids are going to do everything in their power to keep me away from him. I had to let them know soon because I was no longer in the business of keeping secrets from my family.

  ****

  “I’m telling y’all we need to go in there and drag her ass out of that bed,” Barbie said, as she walked in the door loud as hell. The older she gets the louder her ass gets. I have really grown to love her, though. Lord knows I couldn’t stand her ghetto ass once upon a time. Ta’Jay, Tahari, Khia, Gucci. Chanel, and Dior all sat around my kitchen eating and sipping wine.

  “I agree. The heifer won’t even answer the phone for nobody,” Ta’Jay said, as she stuffed her face with the chicken salad I had made for lunch. I think her ass pregnant again. She’s been trying her best to get pregnant since she lost her daughter.

  “Let’s stop talking and go in there and get her ass,” Tahari said, as she stood up and we all followed behind her. I loved how they had become inseparable. I didn’t like Cassie’s ass but I knew that she would be proud knowing that her girls were finally together.

  “Get ya ass up right now, Keesha!” Tahari busted in the door and yanked the covers off of her. Keesha just rolled over and placed the pillow over her head.

  “When was the last time you washed your ass. Bitch, you in here stinking and not thinking. Oh hell no. I don’t hang around with funky bitches. Grab her arms, y’all. I’m about to grab her legs. Her ass needs to be baptized with soap and water,” Barbie said, as she pulled Keesha out of the bed by her feet with the help of Gucci and Tahari.

  “Really, Momma Peaches? How could you just stand there and let them do this? You know I don’t feel good.”

  “You have to get out the bed, Keesha. There is nothing wrong with you. All of your bruises are almost healed. Even the swelling in your nose has gone down. You’re just embarrassed and hurt about what happened. Hurry ya funky ass up. I got the Patrón on ice and Kush on deck. Let’s get this ladies night cracking.”

  “Stop crying, Keesha. Everything is going to be okay,” Gucci said, as she started to help Barbie and Tahari take off Keesha’s clothes. After a while we finally got Keesha to come and join us downstairs. Her ass looked one hundred percent better. I poured her a shot and she knocked it back and fired up a blunt. This is exactly what her ass needed.

  “Have you talked to Quaadir?” Chanel asked.

  “Nope. He is the last person I want to talk to with his psychotic ass.”

  “I think y’all need to sit down and talk about everything. If it’s over between y’all then so be it. But y’all got kids and they’re affected by this shit.”

  “I know, Momma Peaches. I’m so mad at myself for fucking with that random-ass nigga. I feel sorry for him because he lost his life fucking with my ass.” Hearing her say the last part peaked all of our interests.

  “What the fuck you mean, he lost his life?” Tahari asked firing up another blunt.

  “Oh, shit. I forgot to tell y’all. Quaadir crazy ass cut the nigga head off. When he was whooping my ass he showed me the nigga head.”

  “Bitch, you lying,” Gucci said, as she poured her another shot of Patrón.

  “I thought Thug’s ass was crazy, Quaadir a different type of animal. I don’t blame you. I would be scared to talk to his ass, too.” They all laughed but that shit was not funny to me at all. I know that my sons were crazy but what Quaadir did was just crazy as hell. While I’m sitting down talking to their wives, I need to be sitting down and having a discussion with my sons. I know that I introduced Thug and Malik to the lifestyle but my ass has got more than I bargained for. They got the streets on lock but they’re all fucked up on the home front. I have got to do better at being a mother instead of a friend.

  The rest of the night we chilled and enjoyed ourselves. That was, until all of their phones started going off with their men telling them to bring their asses home. The big surprise came when Keesha got up and went home. Her ass was drunk as hell and had a whole lot of liquid courage. I just hoped and prayed that no more bullshit kicked off. I really enjoyed kicking it with all the girls. I love how much Tahari and Barbie have grown. Thug and Malik better watch out. We had so much fun, I didn’t even get a chance to tell them about my new boo. Those heifers were too drunk to hear what I was saying anyway.

  Chapter 14- Chanel

  Finding Me

  I have been having the time of my life hanging with the girls. It feels good to get out and kick it. Hell, it feels even better to be putting in work and taking down the motherfuckers who are trying to take down my husband. At first, I wasn’t too fond of the idea. All I could think of was how Nasir was going to whoop my ass when he found out what I was doing. Then I remembered the words my mother said to us. She was right, we needed to solidify our places beside Nasir, King, and Dutch. And we’ve being doing just that. I’m so proud of my sisters and myself. We’ve become closer and gained more family with the rest of the crew. Although my mother is dead and no one could ever replace her, I feel like Momma Peaches is a mother figure to us all. I love her straight-no chaser attitude. Most importantly, she never condones the shit her sons do to their wives. She’s actually one of a kind because mothers love their sons and would ride for them even if they were in the wrong. I can attest that Lil Nasir is my heart and I know he’s going to be a ladies man. I just hope he don’t grow up and be a man whore like his father.

  Speaking of Nasir, this nigga has lost every piece of mind that he has. The whole time I was out he called my phone and left texts. He doesn’t want me doing anything but stay in the house with him and our son. I hardly ever do anything since becoming a mother and his wife. All he wants is for me to wait on his ass hand and foot. Not to mention, keeping me on my back all day every day. He want
s another baby but I’m not ready right now. My son hasn’t even made two yet. I refuse to be pushing a big ass double stroller. That shit is so unattractive to me. I prayed that his ass was sleep when I made it to the crib. Of course, I had no such luck. He was sitting right on the damn couch waiting for me to walk in the door. Lil’ Nasir was sitting in his play pen playing with his blocks.

  “Why the fuck you didn’t answer my phone calls?”

  “I knew that you were just calling to tell me to come home. I wasn’t ready yet.” I took off my coat and kicked off my gym shoes. I picked up my baby and sat down on the couch across from Nasir.

  “You don’t know what the fuck I was calling you for. Something could have been wrong with my son. Next time, you need to answer your motherfucking phone or stay your ass in the house.” This nigga is really tripping. My ass should have waited until he went to sleep before I came in here. He is about to blow my high.

  “Boy, bye. Nothing is wrong with him. You just wanted me to sit in the house with your ass all day.”

  “You need to sit your ass in the house. I’m really not feeling the fact that you going out getting fucked up and coming home all times of the night. You’re a mother in case your black ass forgot.” I looked at him and just burst out in laughter. Nasir was funny as hell to me right now with this bullshit.

  “What the fuck is so funny? Do I look like a clown to you, Chanel?” He was so mad he had jumped up and was now standing over me.

  “You don’t look like a clown but you’re acting like one. Ever since your ass been on house arrest you think I’m supposed to sit in here all day with you. I have a life, too. If my memory serves me right, your ass was running the street wild leaving me and the baby alone. I never once complained or said shit. So, miss me with this bullshit that you’re on with me.” I got up and headed upstairs to lay my baby down in his bed. He had fallen asleep and the last thing I wanted was for Nasir to wake him up.