Hoodwives & Rich Thugs of Chicago 2

by Tina Marie

  Once I parked in front of the salon he jumped out to come open my door. That shit was sweet, I hated that I fell deeper for him every day because of shit like that. He gently pushed my body against the door and kissed me. My head was spinning as I felt his tongue touch mine. “Really you two, ewww, get a room or something.” We were interrupted by the sound of Ashlee giggling and shit. “Come on bestie we have a whole morning planned,” she said with a fucking Kool Aid smile.

  Slowly he let me go, but not before grabbing my hand. “You forgot something,” he said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a knot of cash. I was expecting him to give me a hundred off the roll or maybe some twenties. Instead he shoved the whole thing in my hand. “Give me ya’’ keys I will be back to pick you up in a little bit. And Cayane, don’t fucking act up ma. I can see it in ya’ eyes you want to be on some bullshit, but trust me don’t do it.”

  It was like he was reading my mind, because I had no intentions on taking what he was giving. Letting my shoulders droop I put the money in purse and walked inside. “Girl isn’t your car the shit. I picked it out and had it customized so I hope you love it. You got my cousin-in-law gone, he never spends money on females.” Ashlee was like a kid in a candy store hopping from one foot to the other and smirking. Sitting down I relaxed as the shampoo girl washed my hair. “I swear that pregnant pussy got him whipped as fuck. Did you tell him about the baby,” Ashlee said as I sat up.

  “Hell no, and shut up. I don’t want anyone to know,” I hissed. Cutting my eyes at her I needed her to understand that this baby was still a secret. “I haven’t even decided what I’m doing yet. I don’t even have a place to live yet or clothes for my son who I do have.” I felt bad as I saw the sad look cross her face. I knew she was thinking about how much she wanted a baby of her own and talking about throwing away a chance to have a second one probably hurt her. Before I walked to Kisha’s station I gave Ashlee a tight hug. “Look, I’m not trying to throw this in your face or take for granted that I can get pregnant. Ash, I’m just confused as fuck right now. Give me some time and I will know what I’m doing is all I’m asking, k?”

  She hugged me back and squeezed a little and I could feel my best friend’s pain. “Girl, your time is coming. I can feel it. Maybe we will have our next babies close together and they can be best friends too,” I said encouraging her. She smiled and held back tears. Damn, I didn’t want to turn this day sad for her. She was so excited when she came in. “Come on let’s finish here then we can go across the street and get milkshakes.” That made her grin and I felt relief wash over me.

  Two hours later I walked out feeling halfway like a real person. I had actually allowed Kisha to cut my hair into an inverted bob and the style was bad as fuck. It had honey brown highlights and framed my heart shaped face. “Bitch, I still cannot believe you cut ya’’ fucking hair. I love it though,” Ashlee said running her fingers over my new do. We went and had milkshakes and I took out my phone to text Chaos. I almost forgot I needed him to come and pick me back up. “Umm what you doing, we ain’t done yet, we just getting started,” Ash interrupted my message. “We have more stops, you will see ya’ boo later.”

  We hit the nail shop next and I got the works done. Once my eyebrows had that perfect arch I loved my new hairstyle even more. Ashlee and Chaos had clearly planned a whole day for me and I was grateful. Once we headed to the mall I was starting to get tired, but I knew I needed a few things so I sucked it up. I was headed for the children’s section in Macy’s first but Ashlee grabbed my arm. “Naw, he straight already. You need stuff.” I picked up a few things here and there but Ashlee literally had things piled up in her arms.

  “Is that all for you,” I asked with my eyebrow raised? I knew Nicco was gonna fuck her up, she had a slight shopping problem. She smirked at me and just kept picking stuff up and making trips to the counters. By the end of the day we had to have a rolling shopping cart each just to get the shit to the car. Her ass had everything from flat irons to a new Louie bag. One thing about our friendship though, I didn’t hate on her. I was always happy when my friend got stuff. She deserved the world.

  “Ok let’s go eat before Chaos comes to steal my best friend away again.” We went to one of my favorite spots Olive Garden and sat down. I was tempted to order some wine, but between the baby and the meds I was still on I didn’t want to push it. We sat there laughing and talking just like old times. “Ok your man is outside, so let’s go.”

  “Not my man, I don’t even know what the fuck he is. Chaos, is, complicated.” I wished he was my man, but he had never committed himself to me and I wasn’t about to force shit. Thinking about it kind of brought my mood down a bit. I mean shit I was about to have a whole baby by a nigga who was basically a fuck friend. I knew I said I wasn’t sure about keeping the baby, but I knew at this moment I was. I could never get rid of my child. I had a vehicle again I could go to emergency housing, snag a second job and keep it pushing. I could be strong for one more baby, because being a mother was my priority. I knew with God on my side I could make this work, plus I would be out of school by the time I had him or her.

  Seeing Chaos jump out of the car and head my way I felt something I never felt before, peace. “What’s up girl, you looking good as fuck.” He pulled me into him and tongued me down. It felt good for a nigga to want me, like really want me and he was someone I wanted back. Seeing Ashlee open the trunk she started putting my bags in the trunk of my car.

  “Ashlee some of those are yours,” I said seeing her grab shit from Armani and Steve Madden.

  “Nope, all this shit is for you, well except the Victoria Secret. That’s for Nicco,” she said laughing causing me to make a face.

  “I hope you wasn’t buying lingerie and shit wit my money Ash, I don’t want no parts in that,” Chaos said with his shit frowned up. “Ya nigga got money.” We both bust out laughing at his attitude. I wanted to make a scene, but what was the point. They both played me and now I had a new wardrobe. Honestly, I was too tired to fight anyone at this point. I needed my pain meds and some sleep. Seeing my baby in the back seat I jumped back there with him and kissed his sleeping face. He had on some clothes I never seen before so I knew his God parents probably bought him all new shit. He had a fresh line up and a brand new blinged out chain. Closing my eyes I heard Chaos get in the front seat and start the car, I was asleep before we even pulled out of the parking lot.

  10

  Chaos

  I woke up with Cay in the middle of me and Kah on her other side. A nigga was happy we had a king-sized bed. Little man had his own room, it was three bedrooms in this bitch, but I hadn’t even shown Cayane how I set his room up. I knew she was having a hard time accepting all this shit I was doing for her. And to be honest I wasn’t even sure why I was doing all this shit either. Dropping a couple of bands for shorty to get her hair and nails done yea, but I copped her ass a whip and everything. I ain’t never did none of that so I was shocked. Cayane and Kah just got to a nigga, made me wanna give her little ass the world. I had always been one to stay away from relationships because I didn’t trust these bitches. But Cay could be the one. I was falling in love with her ass. For the first time ever I didn’t want another bitch.

  “Morning,” Cay said turning to wrap her arms around me and I felt my heart beat fast. Yea I should have been running from this shit, but I wasn’t.

  “Morning ma, what you on for the day?” I asked.

  “I really should go in to work and put myself on the schedule. I’m surprised they held my job this long honestly. Then I need to start looking for a place.” She was pissing me off at that point. I already told her that she was staying here. And she stayed running back to that whack ass job when she needed to focus on school.

  Getting out of bed I grabbed Kahlan to go put him in his room while I mugged her ass. “Yo’ dead all of that shit. I told ya’ ass already this yo’ shit. You don’t like something change it, buy some pink curtains or a purple comforter. And tha
t job shit is a fucking dub, you need to get ya’ ass up grab that laptop and do some school work. Then we can Netflix and chill or whatever.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I walked out. Slowly she followed as I opened little man’s door.

  “Chaos, when did you do this,” she gasped. Her eyes roamed around taking in the cherry word bunk beds, matching dresser and end table. I found a picture in a magazine and basically had a store recreate it. I had an accent wall painted green, little man’s comforters and pillows where red, green, blue and orange with dinosaurs on them. I made sure to get all the matching shit with it, carpet and curtains and all of that. I peeped his room at Nicco’s crib and knew I had to do better. I made sure to grab him a PS4, Wii Switch and an X-Box One. I wanted him to have everything. I felt like Kah was my shorty, I really loved his little ass. Plus I was killing his pops this week so I was the only dad he was ever going to know.

  Cayane kept glaring at me as she looked at all the toys, opened every drawer that was filled with clothes and then she stepped in the closet. “Chaos, why the fuck he got so many damn shoes in here. Kids grow out of stuff fast as hell so this is a waste.” She was fussing, with tears streaming down her face. “You didn’t have to do all of this. You shouldn’t have done all of this,” she whispered as she began sobbing.

  “Ma come on, hush, you bout to wake my shorty up,” I said and then led her out the room and held her in my arms. “You want this dick huh,” I asked with a laugh. Seeing her blush I knew she wanted it. “That’s the only thing that get ya’ ass to act right, but not now you got school work to make up.” I led her to the new MacBook I had copped her and set her down. She started setting it up and her excitement made a nigga feel warm inside. Damn she was turning me soft as fuck. I leaned back and watched her for a while, her joy making me happy.

  I knew I had to go handle business for a little while so I was just enjoying the moment. Watching my shorty on her belly in our bed had a nigga feeling some kind of way. Seeing her fat ass in the air with only her boy shorts on had my dick rocked up. I went into the kitchen and then grabbed a water out of the fridge knowing now wasn’t the time to slide up in her fat pussy. All these years I been grinding and stacking my bread just for me. I never had anyone to share it with and now, I did. That shit made me feel like more of a man, made me want to go harder knowing I had her and Kah at home depending on me. But it wasn’t just about providing for them it was about protecting them. I handled my hygiene and threw on my signature hoodie, jeans and Timbs. Grabbing my nine off the dresser I tucked it in my waist and got ready to head out. “Babe I got to go handle some shit. You straight?”

  I leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, but she rolled on her back and brought me down on top of her. Sticking my tongue in her mouth I let my fingers tangle in her hair. “Mmmm,” she moaned into my mouth damn near tempting me more than I could take.

  “Girl I gotta go, but later Im’ma tear that ass up.” I grabbed her breast through the thin t-shirt she had on until her nipple got hard. “Be good for daddy,” I smirked as she pouted and crossed her arms. Throwing a stack of money on the bed I stood up. Looking back I caught her slipping a finger inside her boy shorts and closing her eyes. Shorty played hella games but I had something for her ass. Checking to make sure Kah was still passed out I made my way back in the bedroom and locked the door.

  Taking off my hoodie I unbuckled my pants and pulled my dick out. Stroking him I just watched her playing with her clit then dipping her finger into her wet hole. She had already taken her clothes off and had a smile on her face. She knew how to get her way, I should nut and leave her ass stuck but I loved the pussy too much to not see it squirt.

  Snatching her by her legs I pulled her to the edge of the bed. Kissing her thighs she was shaking from my touch. Quickly I rolled her over so her ass was in the air and I was looking at that fat ass. Rubbing the head of my dick over her pussy lips I damn near lost it. Not giving her time to get comfortable I plunged inside of her and started giving her what she really wanted. “Damn girl this pussy wet as fuck,” I said trying not cum. I swear her shit was better than the last time. It was like she was sucking me in. Feeling her pussy clench I looked down at the creamy white cum that covered my dick.

  That was all it took, I told myself I bust quick because I had shit to do but honestly Cay had me fucked up. I stayed inside her a few more minutes until I eased down on the bed and pulled her in my arms. Gently kissing her neck I realized I still ain’t strap up with this girl and we never even talked about birth control. I wondered what it would be like if she had my baby, I don’t think I would be upset about it. My hand rubbed on her flat belly and I could imagine her with a little baby bump. “Aw’ight ma I really got get out of here.” She nodded and I knew she was gonna miss a nigga.

  After cleaning myself up I made my way to my truck. Hopping inside I peeled out to go make my rounds. It took everything in me to meet with these niggas my cousin had working as his top generals. I could smell a snake a mile away which was why I had covered my ass from jump. My men King and Dame let me know that everything I suspected and more was correct. Dialing Nicco’s line I waited impatiently while it rang.

  “What’s good cuz?”

  “Where you at I need to meet with you sooner than later,” I made sure he knew by my tone that I was serious as fuck.

  He hesitated for a minute before responding. “Come check me at the barbershop.” I hung up and made a U-turn, the faster I could get this shit handled the faster I could go lay the fuck up with my girl and lil man. I walked in and all the thirsty bitches were calling out to me from the Salon side. I just nodded and kept it pushing until I made it to the back where Nicco’s office was. I walked in not even bothering to knock.

  “Nigga I almost blasted ya’ light bright ass, don’t be running up in my shit like you own the place.”

  I ignored him and sat down propping my booted feet up on his desk. “So ya’ mans and them Narelle and Dizzy, they some real bitch made ass dudes. I got my people out here watching everything I got going on and two of them gave me some disturbing information today. Not only did they kill ya’ boy Reese, but they also shot up my girls crib thinking I was there. I’m telling you, because I’m killing them along with Juice. There is no way around this shit.

  “Wait you didn’t trust me? You brought in your own people from OT? That’s pretty fucked up,” my cousin said running his hands over his face with a stressed out look.

  “I trust you, I don’t trust them. Now let’s talk about how we gonna handle this shit.

  11

  Nicco

  It had been three weeks since Cay had been released from the hospital and two since she told me the real deal about my pops and her mom. At first, I’ll admit I thought Cay was still on some of that head injury bullshit and I thought she didn’t have her facts straight, but after having a little conversation with Kah and he explained how his granny would make him put on his headphones and watch movies while she let Pastor Morgan pray over her in the bedroom, I knew my dad was a cheating snake.

  Now I wasn’t a righteous man, far from it, but since I met Ash, it had always been Ash. Yes, I won’t lie and say that I’ve never fuck another ho’ or let a bitch, or two or maybe five suck my shit until I exploded all over their tits and face, but once I married my Ashlee, all of the ho’ing ceased. It came to a complete and abrupt halt although I didn’t follow the laws of God to the fullest. I fell in line with the laws of marriage.

  I repented on so many occasions, because I sent a few dozens of nigga’s to their graves, and sold so much drugs to addicts that I couldn’t even count, but to betray a loved one was foul and as long as I tried to not confront him or hold my peace I could no longer do it. My mother along with my wife, my lil sis, Cay and Tam were the ladies in my life and I’d die for them all if I had too because they were a part of me.

  When I met Ash, Cay was her ace and no matter what we did or where we went Cay was a part of our outing or plans. We grew
close and even though they lived on a side of town that my parents didn’t want me to be a part of, my cousin Ca’shon lived out there. I met Ashlee at a very young age and even though my auntie Clara up and moved out to New York with my best friend and cousin Chaos, I still went out to spend time with Ashlee whenever I could. By high school Ash and I were in love and my parents adored her. When her mom got sick and she was struggling to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table for her and Tam that is when the hood thug in me began.

  I’d go to church like a good kid to please my father and then hit the streets to hustle for my baby. Ashlee’s mother check was so small it barely afforded the basics, so I hustled hard back then as a teen just to make sure she and Tam had food, shelter and clothes. By the time I graduated high school I was a full-fledged hood nigga and some of the shit I was doing to keep money flowing and eliminating small issues on the street caused for me to move up in the ranks super quickly, so I said fuck college.

  There was no desire for me to roll in my father’s footsteps because my position in the street was growing fast. Yes my life was every bit of opposite from what I was raised and taught to believe in, but my father wasn’t going to step in and give Ashlee and Tam a roof or the essentials, so I had no regrets or remorse for the path I chose for myself and my walking in to confront my father for his extra martial affair he had going on with Cay’s mother, Rita didn’t make me feel out of order or disrespectful.

  “Dad,” I said when I entered his office.

  He looked up and the scowl on his face was enough to confirm that I was the last person he wanted to see.

  “Whatever you need street thug, I’m sure I can’t help you,” he said going back to the task at hand on his desk.