Fallin' For a Thug

by Mz. Lady P

  “Like that Lori?” I quizzed.

  “Straight like that!” she spat before she walked out the door and slammed it close.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked my mother who was now nursing a cup of Vodka.

  “I’mma put the bitch out, so if you want her, you better take her or she gon’ be one pregnant homeless trick!”

  “Oh, God!” I sighed. “Don’t do nothing yet. I have to go to work. I’ll swing by when I get off. Maybe we can have a rational conversation then.”

  “Whatever.”

  “It’s too early for the drinking mama.”

  “Mind your damn business.” I nodded my head and walked back to my car. I spotted Lori across the street with her chicken head home girls smoking. I wanted to go over there and snatched her ass up, but decided to go pay Mr. Kain a visit instead. Punching his address in the GPS, I sat back as the navigation system lead me to his house.

  I sat in his driveway lost for words. I was aware that he was a drug dealer, but I ain’t know he was getting money like this. Yes, when I lived with Joubert we had a nice house and drove nice cars, but it was nothing on this level. His house looked like a house that should be on MTV cribs, Kingpin edition. When I was done lusting over the house, I made my way to the door and pushed the doorbell. I stood there for a few minutes then decided to knock on the door. On my third knock, the door finally swung open.

  “How can I help you?” a sexy ass man answered the door. He was dressed in nothing but pajama bottoms. His chest was decorated with tattoos. The one that stood out to me the most was the replica Tupac “Thug Life” tattoo that he had on his stomach.

  “Hello, is Khalil Kain here?” I asked swallowing my spit to help with my dry throat. This nigga had my standing here thirsty as hell.

  “That’s me. What’s up?” he asked as he leaned up against the door. He pulled out a blunt from behind his ear and started smoking it, which was a violation of his parole.

  “I’m La’Tissa Hill, your parole officer. You failed to check in with me when you were released.

  He blew out a cloud of smoke then gave me a smile. I felt my pussy threaten to flood the streets of Atlanta at the sight of his cocaine white teeth and those deep dimples. Oh Lawd this dude was fine!

  “What a sexy ass woman like you doing being someone’s parole officer?”

  “It’s my job and you’re in violation of parole.”

  “Are you going to report me?”

  “Not this time, but show up to my office tomorrow morning at 10am sharp and I advise you to go buy a detox because part of your parole is random drug test,” I said before walking away.

  I could feel his eyes burn through my body, which only made me add an extra pep in my step. This man was doing things to my body just off of his looks alone. I was not prepared for him to be so fine or for that print to be so big. His beautiful hazel eyes hid behind those long smooth lashes. He was so perfect. For a second, I wanted him until I remembered the promise I made to myself years ago. Plus it was wrong to mix business and pleasure anyways. I looked through my rearview mirror and watched him watch my car disappear down the street. I had a feeling that Mr. Khalil Kain was going to be trouble.

  Chapter 3

  La’Quasha

  “Oh, shit daddy just like that! Oh, damn eat this pussy!” I cried out in pleasure with my legs spread as wide as they could go. I was floating on cloud nine as I got my pussy ate out. He spit on my pussy and rubbed some KY jelly on his dick before entering me. He began slow stroking, then picked up the pace fucking me at max speed.

  “Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuk.” I purred as I licked my fingers then used them to play with my clit. I quickly rubbed on my love button matching the same speed he was fucking me. He pulled out his dick applied more KY then plunged it back in me. I rotated my hips and lifted them to meet his thrust.

  “Shit, I’m about to nut!” he growled burying his head in the crook of my neck, biting down hard on my flesh. The pain only added to the excitement. A few minutes later, I was nutting all over his dick. He continued to ram his dick in and out of me until he pulled out and planted his seeds all over my stomach.

  Getting up off the bed, I went to the bathroom to clean off. I returned with a warm, soapy rag and handed it to him. I watched him as he cleaned his dick off and re-dressed.

  “We gon’ have to stop fucking around with each other now that Khalil is home.” I was determined to get my family back. “Did you hear me?” I asked while I watched him roll his blunt. He laughed before he fired up the blunt and took a puff.

  “What’s so damn funny?” I asked.

  “You,” he coughed. “For thinking K’Money care about yo ass like that.”

  “Oh, so now you mad?”

  “Mad for what?”

  “That I’m trying to get my family back together.

  “Words from a bitch who I helped put her baby daddy in jail,” he scoffed

  “I only did that to teach him a lesson.”

  “Yo’ I’m about to be out cause you sounding real ignorant right now.”

  “Whatever, Eboe! Don’t hate the player hate the game.

  “Fuck you hoe!” he said as he left and slammed the door behind him.

  Messing with Eboe was a damn mistake! He helped me put K’Money in jail and in return, I paid his ass with pussy. Nobody told his ass to slip and catch feelings. He should have known this was only temporary. I know you’re probably wondering why would I put the father of my child behind bars, but it was simple, if I couldn’t have him, no one else could!

  Around the time we were fucking around, he called himself wanting to call it quits; biggest mistake he could have ever made. He paid a hefty five years for it too. I just hoped that this time around he would get with the program.

  Looking through my closet, I tried to find something to wear to his surprise cookout. I planned on showing face even though his bourgeois ass mama ain’t invite me. Hell I figured my daughter being there was all the invite I needed. After going through numerous of designer labels that still had their tags on them, I still couldn’t find anything to wear. I sent my sister in law Lori a text telling her to get ready so that we could go tear down the malls.

  The weather outside was nice. It wasn’t too hot nor was it too cold. I decided on wearing an all black maxi dress with a pair of black gladiator sandals. I grabbed the keys to my new Infiniti SUV courtesy of my baby daddy and headed towards the projects.

  It was like deja vu watching Lori and her mother argue. Reminded me of the unhealthy relationship I shared with mine. My mother loved Kha’Liyah though. I often found myself getting jealous of how well she nurtured her. Time was ticking so I leaned on the horn allowing it to blare and startling them both. Lori’s mother called her a few more “bitches” before she got in the car.

  “Hey sis,” Lori greeted me as she strapped the seat belt across her body.

  “What’s good mama?”

  “Nothing. I’m just sick of my bitch ass mama and sister thinking they can come at me any kind of way.”

  “Fuck them! I told you to move in the apartment my brother got you, hell you carrying his baby.”

  “I know, but I don’t want my mama to call them peoples on me, I’m still a minor.”

  “Girl please, she ain’t worried about you like that. You moving out would probably make her happy.”

  “I’m just gonna wait and see if she put me out like she threatens to do.”

  “Well, suit yourself,” I responded and flipped my long, expensive, Brazilian weave. “You riding with me to my baby daddy cookout?”

  “I might as well, I ain’t got nothing better to do,” she replied as she stared out of the window.

  Lori was the only one of my brother’s side bitches that I approved of. Although my brother Ronnie was married, I couldn’t stand his wife Tosha anyways. She was so damn prissy to the point where I questioned if she was even black. She was the type of bitch that thought her pussy was gold because she was able to obt
ain a college degree. Hell that shit wasn’t nothing but a piece of paper. I graduated from the hood, I was able to snatch me up a boss nigga with deep pockets and produce his seed. If you asked me, I was the real MVP. Where the fuck was the degree for that?

  The mall was packed as Lori and I shimmied our way through the store. I had already spent five thousand dollars, but still hadn’t found the outfit that I wanted to wear. Lori decided on purchasing high waist jean shorts and jacket set with a pair of Jordan’s. She wasn’t showing yet, so she would be able to pull off that outfit for now. I was shocked when I saw her pulling out my brother’s black card to purchase his items. The only bitch that held possession of the card was his wife, so he must have been really feeling Lori.

  Exhaustion started to claim my body, so I decided to cut our shopping trip short. I stopped at KFC and grabbed us a family meal and a good pound of that Kush from one of the workers. The guard that patrolled the gate of my neighborhood flagged me down so that I could show him my keycard before allowing me entrance into the estate. No matter how many times this fat bitch saw me, he always made it his business to see my card. I guess he figured that only white people could afford to leave in a gated community.

  Laying the food on the table, I rolled up the blunts and started the rotation. I ain’t see shit wrong with smoking while pregnant, so I passed the blunt to Lori so she could get her puff on. Shit, I smoked all nine months with Liyah, and she turned out fine. Hell, she was the prettiest, smartest, kid I knew.

  Hours later, it was six o'clock so I decided to get ready. Dressed in a tight blue high low dress that showed off all my curves, I put a pair of yellow heels on my feet and a yellow blazer to top it all off. I was determined to be the baddest bitch there. There was no way I was going to let any of the chickens that was going to be there flocking catch my man’s attention.

  When we arrived to mama Rose’s mansion her circular driveway was already packed with cars. I could hear the DJ spinning that old school song Push by One Way. I could only imagine the old heads in the backyard grooving to the music. Parking my car, I double checked my makeup and exited the car with Lori hot on my heels.

  Mama Rose’s massive backyard was beautifully decorated with tents, tables, and chairs. She went all out for her son as I watched the servers walk around making sure everyone was ok. Looking around for my baby daddy, anger raced through my veins as I saw him sitting there with some bitch on his lap.

  Chapter 4

  K’Money

  “Oh, hell no!” I heard my ghetto ass baby mama. I didn’t have to see her to know that she was standing in the cut somewhere with her hands on her hips, and rolling her neck.

  “Get up,” I told Erin. I didn’t even know how she knew about my party. She just popped up and landed right in my lap. I got up and made my way over to her so that she wouldn’t cause a scene. My mother worked so hard to put this party together and I didn’t want this bitch to ruin it with her drama. Plus Ma Dukes had no filter, so it was nothing for her to cuss Qua’s ass out from A to Z.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I yanked her in the house and mugged her.

  “How the fuck you got this bitch sitting on your lap and shit in front of our child!”

  “First of all, you need to chill out with all that yelling. Furthermore, I am a grown ass man and I can do as I please. As far as my daughter is concerned, I would never do anything inappropriate in front of her! So you can either shut the fuck up and enjoy the party or take yo silly ass back home!”

  “Whatever,” she said and tried to push past me.

  “Why the fuck you wearing heels at a cookout anyways?”

  “Cuz I fucking can! Problem?”

  “Not at all,” I answered and stepped to the side so that she could go back to the party.

  “I don’t know what possessed you to get that hoe pregnant!” Ma Dukes said as she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. My mother stood about 4’9 and was 115 pounds; she was a small woman with a big bark.

  “I was young and dumb ma.”

  “Hell, you still young, I just hoped you ain’t here being dumb no more, Khalil. You just had five years of your life taken away from you that you can’t get back. You have a daughter now so you have to get yo shit together for real.”

  “I hear you ma. Yeah, you right, I did get wiser, but if you trying get me to leave the streets alone then, that’s not going to happen ma. That’s all I know.”

  “Just like yo daddy,” she tried to whisper under her breath, but I heard her loud and clear.

  My mother barely talked about my father. I didn’t give a fuck anyway because that nigga was dead to me. Growing up, I watched my mom work as a nurse in two different hospitals just so I wouldn’t have to want for anything. We always lived in a nice house, and I stayed laced in nothing but name brand. When I turned sixteen, my mother worked double shifts just so that I was able to bring the city out for my sweet sixteen, she even bought me a BMW that she worked hard to keep up the payments.

  I was tired of coming homes to notes instead of a mother, so I did what any young nigga would do, turned to the streets. I started off slanging with Gunz for this nigga named Red. When my moms found out, she blew a gasket. She did everything in her power to get me to stop, but when that didn’t work, she just left it alone and quit one of her jobs.

  My career blew up one day when an all black limo approached Gunz and I one day on the block, I still remembered that shit like it was yesterday.

  “Yo, who the fuck is this?” Gunz asked as we eyed the limo

  “I don’t really know.”

  The driver got out of the car and walked to the back to open the door. A dude dressed in an all black tailored suit stepped out and walked over to us.

  “How are you gentlemen doing?” he asked with his eyes trained on me.

  “Good,” I answered and matched his gaze.

  “I’ve been watching you guys on the block and I like what I see. I would like to discuss us going into business together.”

  “Now, why would we want to do that?” I asked.

  “I guarantee that you will be making more money sitting on your ass than standing on this block.”

  I read his expression to see if he was legit and he came off as a very serious person.

  “We’ll get back at chu’”

  “Here’s my card.” I took the card and stuffed it in my pocket and nodded my head.

  “Damn for a second I thought that nigga was yo daddy,” Gunz joked.

  “Nigga, you tryna be funny?”

  “Nah kid, but on some real shit, you favor that nigga.”

  “Man shut the fuck up and let’s get this money.”

  That following evening, I came home and watched my mother rush to get ready for work. She looked real tired and I instantly felt less of a man. That was the night I picked up the phone and called Mustafa Mohammad and we started to discuss business. He was true to his word, not only was I seeing mad money, I was also the youngest supplier on the streets. I didn’t know what happened to Red, but it was as if he fell off the face of the earth. I was the only one with work and in no time the city of Atlanta became mine.

  One day I was able to show up to my mom’s job in a brand new Lexus, keys to her new mansion, and a dozen of red roses. That day I made her quit her job and allowed her to chauffeur me around in the new whip I copped her. She fell in love with her new house and from that day on, I made it my business to provide my mother with anything she needed.

  “Boy you don’t hear me talking to you?”

  “My bad ma what you said?”

  “You want me to fix you some to go plates?”

  “Yes ma’am.” I kissed her on the forehead. My love for this lady ran deep.

  “Daddy, can I come home with you?” Liyah ran up to me and asked.

  “Daddy has an appointment tomorrow, but I’m going to come pick you up this weekend.”

  “You promise?” she asked and looked up at me with those
big, pretty, hazel eyes. When I first saw her face, I had no doubt that she was mine, she was all me.

  “Pinky promise.”

  “Ok.”

  “Come give daddy kiss before I go home.”

  “Ok daddy.” She giggled while she swung her long braids that were pulled up in a nice ponytail secured by a ribbon and filled with clear beads. My princess was going to have me catching multiple murder charges in the future.

  ***

  The following day, I got up and showered to meet up with my parole officer. It was something about her sexy ass that had my wanting to be all in her personal space. I was prepared to pay off my parole officer to leave me alone, but her fine ass had me wanting to come to every appointment. Lacing up my red and black Giuseppe Zanotti chain detail, high top, sneakers, I grabbed my black diamond watch and snapped it around my wrist. A nigga was looking feugo in a pair of black cargos and a red polo shirt. My hair was neatly braided back showing off the black diamonds I wore in each ear.

  “La’Tissa, your ten o'clock is finally here,” the receptionist spoke into the phone when I arrived. It was now three o’ clock. The shipment for the weed came earlier than expected and I wanted to be there to handle that. I was prepared for the attitude ma was about to give me, but I was ready to mack her out of it.

  “She’s ready for you.” I licked my lips as I followed the receptionist.

  “You’re late,” La’Tissa said when the door closed.

  “I made it, don’t that count?”

  “Don’t insult my intelligence, Mr. Kain! Next time, I tell you ten o'clock I expect you to be sitting in that seat at ten o’ clock!”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said taking a seat in one of the chairs she was pointing at.

  “Ok, let’s begin. First thing first, here,” she said and handed me a cup.

  “What do you expect me to do with this?”