Fallin' For a Thug

by Mz. Lady P

  “Kha’Liyah coming with me then! What judge gon’ give a kingpin full custody of a child?” she smirked. I pulled my nine from my waist and placed it under her chin.

  “Fuck with me, Qua, I’ll do it!” Tears began to fall from her eyes. “You ain’t talking that hot shit now!” I shoved her and put my gun back in place. “Like I said, don’t unpack your shit! You leaving tonight!!”

  I left Qua’s dumb ass in the room crying and went to go check in on Liyah. She was in the room playing dolls with Johanna’s daughter. Johanna was Mustafa’s only child. She was a female version of me and she ran shit like a boss. She had the whole city of Oran on lock and by the looks of the numbers; she was doing the damn thing.

  “You want me to kill the bitch?” she asked once she noticed me watching the girls play.

  “Nah, I got it,” I laughed.

  “You know you like a brother to me, so say the word and it’s done.”

  “I know that hot head, but I got it.”

  Ever since I started working for Mustafa, everybody thought Johanna and I were kin. I could see some of me in her, but I was half Arab, and all of them motherfuckers looked alike. Although she was a real pretty girl, I ain’t look at her like that. We just clicked on a different level. Plus Gunz held an attraction to her that was so strong that that nigga got sick every time she turned him down.

  “Just say the word, I got a bullet in the chamber for that ass.”

  “What you in here talking to my wife about?” Gunz asked as he walked in the room.

  “Boy please, I wouldn’t marry you if you gave me the ring Jay Z gave Bey.”

  “When you gon’ stop playing with a nigga?”

  “I’m not playing. I’m really not trying to fuck with you like that,” she said as she walked off and left Gunz with his jaw touching the ground.

  “Nigga pick up yo face,” I teased him.

  “Man fuck you! I bet I’mma be knee deep in them walls before the night is over with.”

  “Nigga please!”

  “Iight keep sleeping on me.”

  Gunz and I was sitting outside fucking up some wings and playing dominoes when Johanna and Mustafa took a seat at the table with us.

  “We need to talk,” Mustafa said as he looked at me.

  “I’m listening,” I said before I slammed down the domino to win the game. “DOMINO NIGGA!!!!!”

  “You failed to tell me about your new business venture.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me about the new weight you started moving?”

  “I’m a grown ass man, I didn’t think I needed to tell you when I shake my dick.”

  “Watch your tone with me.”

  “No, watch your mouth!” I said. “My business with you is what you worry about. As long as the money add up, we should be good.”

  “But, Kain, you could have came to me if you was looking into selling weed. I have all of Oran on lock with this new product that’s growing in the villages,” Johanna said. “I’m hurt bro. I thought we was keeping it all in the family.”

  “You right, but as a man, I am entitled to do whatever I feel. God gave two people rights over me. My momma and bitch ass daddy. My momma good and my sperm donor ain’t around, so there is no reason that I should have to run nothing I do pass anyone,” I said and stared Mustafa in the eyes.

  He had life fucked up if he thought I was supposed to bow down to his ass because he put me on. I noticed the hurt expression on his face when I mentioned my ‘bitch ass daddy’ and I wish I could take it back. Over the years, Mustafa had become the only father figure I ever had.

  “My bad, Mustafa,” I offered him an apology.

  “What have I always told you, Khalil?”

  “Never apologize for speaking my mind.”

  “Right because every man is entitled to their own opinion and you’re right, you should be able to make your own choices, but I just thought that if you ever decided to expand that you would come to me first,” he said and racked up the dominoes. “Now, let me show you how real men play dominoes,” he said and grabbed seven from the pile.

  We played a few games before Johanna decided to turn in for the night and Gunz shortly after. I knew he was going to try to mack I just hoped Johanna didn’t kill his ass. Kha’Liyah was soundly asleep and Qua was on Johanna’s private jet headed back home.

  “Khalil,” Mustafa said and handed me a drink “I don’t want you to ever think you don’t have a father figure, that’s what I’m here for.”

  “Good looking out.”

  “Anytime son.”

  Chapter 10

  Mariah

  “Yesssssss, daddy fuck this pussy!!” I squealed in delight as I got my back banged out.

  “Shut the fuck up and take this dick,” my lover demanded and smacked my ass hard.

  My cell phone began to ring off the hook. I knew it was either Tosha or La’Tissa calling me to attend our weekly girl’s day out. I was too busy getting good dick to be bothered with them, so I decided to ignore their calls.

  Before I could spread my legs and get my pussy ate, someone started banging on the front door. I could hear Tosha’s loud mouth ass demand for me to open the door. I couldn’t pretend that I was home because my car was parked out front. I started to ignore their ass and proceed on, but then I realized that Tosha had a key to my house, and I didn’t want to risk them walking in on my little friend and I.

  “Baby, I’ll be back.” I slipped on my robe and walked to the door. “What do you want?” I asked and cracked the door open.

  “What the fuck you mean what I want? Did you forget what today was?” Tosha snapped, and placed her French manicured hand on her hip

  “Well, I’m busy, go ahead and I’ll get up with y’all later.”

  “Ewww yo hoe ass in there fucking?” La’Tissa chimed in.

  “Yup, I’m getting dicked down on the regular, are you?” I spat throwing so much shade. I couldn’t stand that bitch worth a damn.

  “Of course, your loose pussy ass have no walls or standards.” She threw shade right back at me. If it wasn’t for the nigga whose dick I was jumping on, I would have jumped on that hoe.

  “Can’t be that loose if dude won’t leave me alone.”

  “Slut please. Tosha, you ready to go?”

  “Yes, let’s go. Three way us when you done maybe we can go get touch ups, your weave looking a little rough,” Tosha joked.

  “Yeah, I’ll holla.” I slammed my door and made sure it was locked. I made sure they were completely gone before returning back to the room.

  “Damn, La’Tissa, is still fine,” Joubert said as he walked out the room while smoking a blunt. Those words stung me like a bee. When he got arrested for fucking Tissa up, I was the one who put money on his books. I smuggled him drugs up my pussy, and visited him on the regular. I also went as far as blackmailing the judge for his early release.

  “You still worried about that hoe?”

  “Who the fuck you think you talking to?”

  “I’m just saying how the fuck you gon’ still be worried about that bitch when she the reason you ended up in jail to begin with.”

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  Joubert rushed me, and hit me as if we were UFC fighters duking it out in a championship match. I felt my lip split, and then my mouth began to fill up with blood. My head started to thump and my shoulder felt as if it was on fire.

  “Respect my mind!” he said as he stepped over me and slammed the bathroom door behind him.

  I laid there on my soft, butter cream rug and prayed I didn’t get any blood on it. The attempt that I made to pull myself up failed miserably. My shoulder cracked and I could tell that it was dislocated.

  “You still on that damn floor?” Joubert asked once he came out of the bathroom “At least La’Tissa could snap back after an ass whipping,” he laughed. “You ain’t built for a nigga like me ma.”

  “How you know?” I managed to say.

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sp; “Because you’re a weak bitch, look at you, just pathetic. You a snake hoe too, how could you look your home girl in the face knowing that you fucking her first love? Bitches like you deserved their ass beat on a regular.”

  I just sat there in silence looking at him. For the first time, I was able to see his horns; this nigga was a fucking devil. The way he smiled like it was ok to beat my ass like that was just sick. I use to think La’Tissa was doing something wrong to cause him to lay hands on her all the time, but in reality, this nigga was really fucking nuts. His ass had to go!

  “You can’t get rid of me until I’m done with your ass,” he continued to laugh this evil sinister laugh.

  It was as if this nigga was in my head reading my damn thoughts. One thing I knew for sure was that he wasn’t going to end up with Tissa. I guess Karma was trying to come for me without me sending for her ass, but I wasn’t worried. I had a registered, sexy, pink nine-millimeter gun waiting for his ass. He had one more time to put his hands on me before I pumped hot lead in his ass.

  Chapter 11

  La’Tissa

  “I’m sorry ma’am, but that card declined,” the sales lady as she handed Tosha back the black card.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “That can’t be right, try it again.”

  The snobby sales lady rolled her eyes before she grabbed the card and swiped it again.

  “Declined.”

  “What the fuck man!”

  “Here charge it on mine,” I said and handed her my card to pay for Tosha’s things.

  “Thank you for shopping with us, come again.” She faked smiled and handing me the receipt, and card. She lucky I wasn’t trying to go to jail or she would have gotten that ass touched.

  “What was that?” I asked as we walked out of the store.

  “I don’t know, but I’m about to call customer service and find out.”

  While Tosha was on the phone with her credit card company, I decided to grab us some crabs for dinner. Tonight we would be just having girl’s night out at my house for just the two of us, and that was fine by me. I was so sick and tired of Mariah’s ass that she was starting to become non-existent to me. She had one more time to throw me shade and I swear I was going to tag her ass.

  We pulled up to my house, and Tosha was still on hold with the credit card company. She sat outside on my swing porch waiting for an agent while I went inside to prep the items that we needed for our night. I made sure we had a lot of food to soak up all the liquor we were about to drink.

  The flashing light on my business phone indicated that I had a voicemail. I popped a cherry in my mouth and pressed play.

  Hey, La’Tissa, this Khalil. Just giving you a friendly reminder of our date tomorrow. I will be out front waiting for you at noon, oh and don’t forget to have your homework assignment done.

  Khalil’s voice smoothly boomed through my house almost causing me to choke on the cherries I was eating. He was so smooth and I felt myself slowly falling for him. Oh, my God, I couldn’t believe against my better judgment I was fallin’ for a thug. It was just something about him that screamed he was different.

  He had my head gone and I hadn’t even had an intimate conversation with him. I was doing things for him that could have me losing my job. I swapped his urine sample when it came time for him to drug test. I even filled out false reports stating that he was following his probation when in fact he was in complete violation. I was slowly beginning to let my guard down, I just hoped it didn’t come back and bite me in the ass later on.

  Tosha walked in the house like she was ready to commit first-degree murder.

  “I can’t believe this shit!” she yelled.

  “What happened?”

  “They put the card on hold due to excessive spending,” she huffed.

  “Damn, what the fuck is Ronnie spending the money on?”

  “Some bitch!”

  “Are you for real?” I quizzed.

  “Either that or that nigga on the down low.”

  “What were the purchases?”

  “This nigga have been buying shit from clothes, draws, shoes you name it all from women’s clothing stores.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I’m about to get drunk then go home and fuck that nigga up! He better pray he’s not home when I get there or I might be needing you as my parole officer next.”

  “Tosha, chill.”

  “Two can play that game,” she said and pulled out her phone. Her fingers rapidly roamed over her keyboard as she sent a text.

  “Who you texting?”

  “Boyfriend number two! He want to play games, well call me Xbox!”

  “Oh, lawd you all types of messy!”

  “Whatever, so miss thing you ready for your date tomorrow?”

  “Yes and no.”

  “You still worried about him being like…”

  “Yes,” I said and cut her off. I did not want to hear the name of the devil who horribly scarred me for life.

  “All niggas are dogs, but not the same breed. You have the liars and cheaters like my husband and then you have some guys that knows how to really treat a lady. You can’t walk around stereotyping dudes from a past experience. That was something you had to go through in order for you to grow. Now that you got your big girl panties on it’s time for you to take em’ off, and get laid,” she laughed.

  “You’re right,” I admitted.

  “I know. Now, let’s go find you something sexy to wear.”

  Tosha and I chopped it up for the rest of the night. We ate and got so drunk that she ended up having to spend the night. She really wanted to go home and set it off on her husband, but we both was in no condition to drive.

  The smell of eggs, bacon, and maple syrup woke me up.

  “Look like someone in a better mood,” I spoke as I made my presence known.

  “Girl, I woke up with a nasty ass headache and a growling stomach. Plus, you need all your energy. We don’t want you passing out while you getting that good ol’ vitamin D.”

  “I am not going to sleep with him. It’s just lunch, so stop confusing me for Mariah.” We both laughed

  “Now, you know you wrong for that.”

  “Fuck her.” I grabbed a piece of bacon and stuffed it in my mouth. “You leaving when I leave or you chilling here.”

  “Girl, I’m staying right here. I want to know how good the dick was,” she joked as she fixed her a plate. “I’ll deal with my husband’s trifling ass later.”

  A hot meal, shower, and a new outfit later, I was ready to start my day. Since I was going out to lunch with Khalil, I decided to make today a short day. I made sure to complete all of my work before my date so that I could head home to an anxious Tosha afterwards.

  The clock read 10:15 and I could not concentrate on anything. My stomach held an army of butterflies as I felt myself get real antsy. I felt like a crack head feening for my next hit by the way I kept fidgeting. I got up for the seventh time to check my outfit in the mirror. I was looking very sexy in a tight black dress that exposed all my curves, with some royal blue pumps that made my legs pop. I matched it all with a royal blue diamond choker and my royal blue Michael Kors clutch.

  With every tick of the clock, my heart began to pound. I could feel myself began to sweat bullets. I had to keep dabbing myself with a face sponge to make sure I didn’t sweat out my make-up. Out of all the dates I had been on this was the only one that had me so worked up.

  “La’Tissa, looks like you twelve o'clock showed up on time,” my assistant spoke through the intercom. My office was on the first floor, so I was able to look out the window and have full view of the parking lot.

  Khalil was leaning his tall, sexy frame against his space grey Audi. I wasn’t even going to deny the strong attraction I had for him. He looked so debonair in a pair of Levi Strauss & CO jeans, a brown cotton linen blazer, with a white V-neck underneath. The brown Gucci he wore matche
d the Gucci belt that almost held his pants all the way up. He sagged his pants a bit; it wasn’t a pants under your knees type of sag, but a sexy one that made his thug appearance look so sexy.

  After checking him out from head to toe, I grabbed my things, forwarded all my calls to my business cell phone, and locked up.

  “Have fun,” my receptionist smiled at me on my way out.

  “Thank you. You may leave if you want, I’ll still pay you for a full day.”

  “Well, in that case, I’m right behind you, thank you.”

  “No problem, have a great day,” I said and walked out the door. When Khalil spotted me, he held the passenger’s door open for me.

  “It’s 12:10, I was about to go inside and come get you.”

  “How is that you’re early to take me out to lunch, but run late for your appointments?”

  “I’m backwards like that,” he chuckled. “Did you do your homework?” he asked.

  “A thug is someone whose lifestyle is impacted by the struggles. A thug hustles hard to make sure that them or their family doesn’t struggle. A gangster is a wanna be thug, often illiterate and an inhabitant of a downtrodden ghetto that hangs around in "gangs".”

  “I ain’t no gang banger, never been in one, and never will. I only do what I have to do to make sure my family is straight.”

  “I see.”

  “But do you get it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, now don’t you even open your mouth and categorize me as a gangster again.”

  The rest of the ride to our location was a quiet one. The way he put me in my place with his words had me low key wetting my panties. I was a mess down there; good thing I brought some feminine wipes in my bag. Every so often, I would look over and steal a few looks at him. This man was beautiful all over. It was as if a woman sat down and wrote down everything they wanted it in a man then handed it over to God to create. I was in total awe; he was flawless. I just prayed his attitude matched his outside appearance.

  We finally came to a complete stop at Canoe. I’d heard great reviews about this place, but never visited. This restaurant was on my list of places I wanted to dine in. The host led us to a table that sat on the river. The set-up of everything was so beautiful and intimate.