When a Savage Falls for a Good Girl: A Crazy Hood Love

by Tina J

  When A Savage Falls for A Good Girl:

  A Crazy Hood Love

  Copyright 2018

  Tina J

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  More books from me:

  The Thug I Chose 1, 2 & 3

  A Thin Line Between Me and My Thug 1 & 2

  I Got Luv For My Shawty 1 & 2

  Kharis and Caleb: A Different Kind of Love 1 & 2

  Loving You Is A Battle 1 & 2 & 3

  Violet and The Connect 1 & 2 & 3

  You Complete Me

  Love Will Lead You Back

  This Thing Called Love

  Are We In This Together 1,2 &3

  Shawty Down To Ride For a Boss 1, 2 &3

  When A Boss Falls in Love 1, 2 & 3

  Let Me Be The One 1 & 2

  We Got That Forever Love

  Aint No Savage Like The One I Got 1&2

  A Queen and A Hustla 1, 2 & 3

  Thirsty For A Bad Boy 1&2

  Hassan and Serena: An Unforgettable Love 1&2

  Caught Up Loving A Beast 1, 2 & 3

  A Street King And His Shawty 1 & 2

  I Fell For The Wrong Bad Boy 1&2

  I Wanna Love You 1 & 2

  Addicted To Loving a Boss 1, 2, & 3

  I Need That Gangsta Love 1&2

  Creepin With The Plug 1 & 2

  All Eyes On The Crown 1,2&3

  When She’s Bad, I’m Badder: Jiao and Dreek, A Crazy Love Story 1,2&3

  Still Luvin A Beast 1&2

  Her Man, His Savage 1 & 2

  Marco & Rakia: Not Your Ordinary, Hood Kinda Love 1,2 & 3

  Feenin For A Real One 1, 2 & 3

  A Kingpin’s Dynasty 1, 2 & 3

  What Kinda Love Is This: Captivating A Boss 1, 2 & 3

  Frankie & Lexi: Luvin A Young Beast 1, 2 & 3

  A Dope Boys Seduction 1, 2 & 3

  My Brother’s Keeper 1. 2 & 3

  C’Yani & Meek: A Dangerous Hood Love 1, 2 & 3

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Chapter 1Kruz

  Chapter 2Zahra

  Chapter 3Jamaica

  Chapter 4Kalila

  Chapter 5Rhythm

  Chapter 6Kruz

  Chapter 7Zahra

  Chapter 8Rhythm

  Chapter 9Jamaica

  Chapter 10Kalila

  Chapter 11Jamaica

  Chapter 12 Kruz

  Chapter 13Rhythm

  Chapter 14Kommon

  Chapter 15Kruz

  Chapter 16Rhythm

  Chapter 17Kruz

  Chapter 18Zahra

  Chapter 19Kruz

  Chapter 20Rhythm

  Chapter 21Jamaica

  KRUZ

  When I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall, automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call, my down bitch, one who live by the code. Ashton Martin by Rick Ross played on my beats pill as I prepared myself for tonight. I hated when niggas couldn’t do their jobs and I had to step in. What the fuck am I paying them for?

  I stood in the mirror fixing my clothes, with a blunt hanging out the side of my mouth. The bullet proof vest fit snug, and the small Glock 26 was wrapped around my ankle. If ever I ran outta bullets, this one always came in handy. The two regular Glocks were in holsters on my waist. The hunter’s knife was in a sheath holder I found on amazon. Whenever I went to battle as I call it, I made sure to be fully equipped and ready for anything.

  I backed away from the mirror, locked the bedroom door, went to my closet and pressed a button. The walls went in, to the side and brought up all the shelves filled with different weapons. No one knows about this; not even my girl. When I say, I trusted no one but my boy, Jamaica; I trusted no one. We call him that because it’s where he came from. His real name is Kenron but ain’t no one calling him that.

  I have two brothers and I look at them sideways because they sheisty as hell. They can’t be trusted either. One is two years older than me and the other one is ten. The youngest one stay robbing family members and my mom laughs it off. I told that nigga I’d chop his fucking hands off if he ever stole from me. He ain’t been to my house since. Yup, he can get it too.

  My older brother is the pretty boy type. Not that I’m ugly because that’s not the case. I’m brown skinned, almost chocolate. I kept my hair in a ceaser haircut and my goatee is low as well. I’m not with that beard shit because when my girl wants her pussy ate, I don’t want cum inside. Some men like it but not me.

  People ask if my brother and I are twins all the time because we look so much alike. We definitely resemble but not we’re people should mistake us for twins. Then again, I can’t tell you what they see.

  Anyway, he travels a lot with his insurance job to different states and sometimes countries. I asked what kind of insurance he selling because ain’t no job sending you overseas unless you’re the owner, and that, he’s not. He tells me to mind my business and it’s exactly what I do. If he gets caught up in some shit, I’ma still be minding my business. His ass can go to jail for all I care. I bet he won’t last a day with his conceited ass. Nigga can’t fight either. They’ll have a ball with him in there. If shit gets too bad then of course, I’ll help but until it happens, he does him and I do me.

  Standing in the closet, I smiled at all my toys. There were revolvers, shotguns, semi-automatic, pistols and assault rifles. Another wall, held full metal bullets, hollow point, LRN, FMJ and a whole lot more. On the far left, the wall held different knives, machetes, chains and anything else you can imagine. You name a weapon and nine times out of ten, it’s in my closet.

  “Baby, why is the door locked?” I heard my girl Zahra ask on the other side. I grabbed the bag holding the semi-automatic I needed, checked for bullets, pressed the button for the walls to close and hurried to put my shirt on. I opened the door slowly and stared at how sexy she looked.

  Zahra isn’t your average chicken head and took pride in herself. Her appearance has never been off, even on a bad day. She lived on the other side of town in a condo and drove a brand-new Maserati truck, I purchased for her. She had her own money but I never had an issue spoiling her because she deserved it.

  We’ve been together for four years and I’ve never fucked another woman. Not gonna say bitches didn’t suck me off but no one can ever claim to bed me. Yea, most consider it cheating but hey, if my girl don’t like giving head I gotta get it from somewhere. I’m not gonna say she’s opposed to doing it but she can’t suck dick for shit. When she does try, I get pissed off so to avoid it, I don’t even ask. I tried to coach her but it’s always, I don’t like it or what if you cum in my mouth? Who wants to hear that shit?

  Zahra is aware and never says anything because it’s not like I get it done and run home to tell her. She may be ok with it, but there’s no need to throw it in her face. The few bitches who I do get head from, know not to approach her or open their mouths. Let’s just say, I’m known to be a straight savage and any and every knows it. Therefore; they make sure to keep me happy.

  “I didn’t realize it was locked.”

  “Even if I were away, why is it
locked?” She peeked around me I guess to see if any other women were in here.

  “Ain’t nobody here.”

  “Better not be.” I pulled her close and pecked her lips.

  “What you doing here anyway? I thought you’d be gone for a few more days.” She’s a traveling nurse and visits different hospitals to assist doctors. I asked why she didn’t get a job at the hospital. She claims traveling pays better. I don’t really care because she’s working and it gives us space so we’re not up under each other all the time.

  “You don’t miss me?” Her arms went around my neck.

  “I always miss you.” I placed a kiss on her neck and felt her hands going to my buckle.

  “Not right now Zahra.” I moved her out the way and headed down stairs. I hated to leave knowing we haven’t had sex since she left almost a week ago. Unfortunately, I had shit to do but I did promise to tear her pussy up when I came back.

  “Kruz, I’ve began gone for six days. The least you can do is fuck me before you go do whatever.” I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her.

  “What I tell you about that shit?” I dropped the bag and walked back up the steps.

  “I’m sorry Kruz.” She attempted to go in the room but I caught her. My hand slid in her long mane, gripped it tight and forced her to look at me. I could sense the fear and it wasn’t my intention but she knew I hated her to throw tantrums. If you’re a grown woman, then act like one. She knows damn well I’ll give her what she wants but right now I can’t.

  “Don’t bring your ass to my motherfucking crib popping shit about me fucking you.” She nodded her head.

  “You talking like these bitches on the street and you’re better than that.”

  “I’m sorry. I miss you and...”

  “I miss you too but when I have shit to do, my girl is supposed to have my back. She’s not supposed to nag me when I’m tryna stay focused.”

  “Ok.” She said above a whisper.

  “I can’t hear you.” I moved my ear closer to her mouth.

  “I won’t bother you before work again.” I released her hair and stared in her eyes. Something was off. I’m not sure what it was but I felt it.

  “What’s wrong?” I moved away, crossed my arms and stared at her.

  “Where the fuck you been over the last few days?”

  “What?” The nervous look plagued her face. BINGO!

  “Where were you?”

  “Working Kruz. You know that.”

  “Hmph.” I continued staring and once the fidgeting began I knew something was up. She lost eye contact with me and I could see how uncomfortable I made her.

  In four years, my girl has never been weak, scary or insecure; until today. Then again, she’s never come home telling me I better fuck her after being gone either. She’s usually understanding and has no problem waiting for me to return.

  “STRIP!” I barked and Zahra jumped.

  “Excuse me.”

  “You heard what the fuck I said. Take all your fucking clothes off.”

  “Kruz?”

  “NOW!” One thing people knew about me is when I got angry, the best thing to do is comply with my demand.

  Zahra began removing them slowly. Each second passing, I sensed how terrified she was. The only thing is, she wasn’t terrified of me. She was terrified of what I may see. Afraid of whatever secret she’s hiding; accidently coming to light. Call me paranoid all you want but I’m no fool. I can spot a bullshitter, manipulator, con-artist and pretender anywhere. I felt my phone vibrating on my hip and kept my gaze on her. Whoever it is, can wait.

  “Turn around.”

  “Is this necessary?” She did like I asked. One would think I’d be turned on but I’m far from being horny.

  “I pushed her against the wall, stuck two fingers inside her pussy, pulled them out and sniffed.”

  “GET THE FUCK OUT MY HOUSE!” I wiped her juices on the clothes I just tossed in her face.

  “What?”

  “NOW! GET THE FUCK OUT!” I grabbed her arm and drug her down the steps.

  “Kruz, you’re bugging.” I let go and stared at her.

  “I’m bugging huh?” She started putting her clothes on. I stopped her before she could put her panties on.

  “Let me show you why I’m bugging as you say.” I grabbed my phone and noticed the missed call from Jamaica. I’ll call him back.

  “Lay on the couch.”

  “What for?”

  “JUST DO IT!” She was so scared she fell over the side and landed with her legs cocked open.

  “Stay just like that.” I pressed the flashlight on my phone, put it to her pussy and spread her legs a little wider. I used my finger to dig for what I felt earlier and pulled it out.

  “This is why the fuck you need to get out.” I showed her the rim of the condom and she covered her mouth.

  When I stuck my fingers in between her legs I felt something weird. I knew it wasn’t skin and automatically assumed it to be a rubber. She must’ve fucked some nigga and the condom broke off.

  “Kruz, let me explain.” I chuckled at her ignorance.

  “Explain what? How you came in my crib popping shit about fucking you and some nigga already been in it. Bitch, I would’ve fucked you with another nigga’s condom and possible sperm in you. You a nasty ass bitch. Get the fuck out.” I tried to remain calm but every second I thought about it pissed me off more.

  “We’ve been together for, four years Zahra and not once did we ever use a condom. Therefore; you really don’t have shit to say to me.” She started crying and usually her tears would get to me but not this time. I sat on the loveseat and pulled the small nine out my sock.

  “The way I see it is, you cheated and I don’t even care how many times.”

  “Kruz, you allowed bitches to suck you off.” I knew one day she’d try an throw it in my face.

  “BECAUSE YOU FUCKING TOLD ME TOO.” I shouted.

  “Your exact words were, Kruz baby, I’ll do it for you but it’s not something I like doing. If you want this done, I give you permission but you can’t fuck no other bitches. I won’t accuse you of cheating because I’m allowing it.”

  “I didn’t mean for you to go out and really do it.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have said it.” I told her through gritted teeth.

  “I was ok with you not doing it. You’re the one who pushed me into it.” She put her head down because she knew I was right.

  “You have fifteen; no seven seconds to bounce or I promise to lay you the fuck out.”

  “Baby, we can get through this.”

  “Five seconds.” I put one bullet in my gun. I’m about to play Russian roulette with her ass and she better hope she survives.

  “Kruz?” I pointed my gun at her.

  CLICK! She jumped.

  “Oh my God!”

  CLICK! I watched her run out the front door half naked.

  “Oh shit yo!” Jamaica laughed on the way in.

  “I love you Kruz. Please stop this.” She stood at the truck door crying.

  CLICK! I could tell she was getting more nervous.

  “Watch this.” I pulled my gun off my waist, placed a silencer on it, aimed it at the truck pulling off and watched the back-windshield shatter. I aimed at the tires and each one blew. She tried to steer the truck but it was no use. It slammed into the front gate. I walked over with Jamaica behind me.

  “You ain’t leaving with shit I brought you. Tell that nigga to buy you one.” I yanked her out the truck, had my boy back it up and tossed her on the ground. If you even think about coming through these gates again, you will fucking regret it. Play with me if you want.” I pressed the button for them to close.

  “I’m sorry Kruz. It was a mistake. Please don’t do this. I’m pregnant.” I stopped and ran my hand over my face.

  “Stay in contact with my mother. When the child is born, I’ll have a DNA test done. If the child is mine, we’ll co-parent and that’s it. You are off
icially dead to me.” I spoke without turning around. She didn’t deserve to see my face.

  “KRUZZZZZZ!” She screamed out. I wiped the few tears running down my face, walked in my house and slammed the door.

  “You good bro?” Jamaica handed me a shot.

  “I’ve never in my life cried over a bitch.”

  “Shit happens. You wanna cancel the hit for tonight?”

  “Yea. My mind ain’t right and you know how I feel about going somewhere unfocused.” He nodded, turned the television on in the living room and copped a squat on the couch. I’ll see him in the morning because I’m sure he’s staying the night.

  I went upstairs, took everything off and started bagging all her shit up. She may have her own place but she had a closet full of stuff here. Clothes, shoes, purses, coats and anything her heart desired. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for her and now she’s claiming to be pregnant. It only makes leaving her alone difficult.

  My mother is gonna want me to be a father and that’s not a problem but she’s the old-fashioned type to want us to live together. She’s very big on family and Zahra is the perfect woman for me in her eyes. I already know once she finds out, my phone will ring off the hook.

  After packing her stuff up and throwing it in the trash cans outside, I took my ass to bed. I needed to be focused to handle my shit tomorrow.

  Zahra

  “Can you come pick me up please?” I cried in the phone to my sister, Kalila. I didn’t wanna call her but I had no friends. She’s the only one I knew would come.

  “Where are you and why does it sound like you’re crying?” I sucked my teeth because once I mentioned what went down, I can hear her talking shit.