Thug Paradise 3: Forever Thuggin

by Mz. Lady P

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  “Mr. Kenneth!” I opened my eyes at the sound of a male voice. I opened my eyes and a flashlight was being flashing my face. The light was so bright that I had to put my hands up in front of my face. Once my vision became clear, I couldn’t believe that I was looking at the Chicago Police in my bedroom.

  “What the fuck is going on officer?”

  “Step out of the bed with your hands up.” He now had a gun pointed in my face. I held my hands up as I got out of the bed and laid down flat on the floor. My mind was on ten wondering why in the hell was I being arrested.

  “Can you at least tell me why I’m being arrested?”

  “Assault and Battery on Mrs. Kenneth.” All of the air was knocked out of my lungs hearing that shit. I couldn’t believe that Tahari had called the police on me. If she would have asked me to leave I would have gladly left. She knew better than to ever call the police on me or bring them to wherever we lay our fucking hands. We’ve done so much shit, how could she do some shit like this? Once the handcuffs were placed on me, I was led down the stairs. I wanted to wring Tahari’s neck. She was sitting on the couch with all of our kids.”

  “Really Tahari? In front of the kids?” When Tahari looked up at me, both of her eyes were black. I felt like shit. I never knew I had hit her that hard. I was fucked up behind seeing that.

  “I want Daddy,” Ka’Jaiyah said as she ran towards me.

  “I’m going to come back and get you okay? Go back over there and sit with Mommy. Go give her a kiss for me. Daddy loves y’all.”

  “We love you too Daddy.” I just put my head down as I was led out of the house. I wasn’t in shit but my boxers. This shit hurt for my kids to see me in handcuffs. As I was placed inside of an unmarked car, I realized Adonis was the driver.

  “Don’t worry bro, this shit won’t even make it to the precinct. Those officers are on my payroll so you don’t have to worry about that. Where do you want me to drop you off at?”

  “Good looking bro. You can drop me off at my mother’s crib. I’m going to hit you up later, I need to talk to you about some shit.” After parting ways I gathered myself and threw on some clothes that I had at Peaches’ crib. The more I thought about the shit that had transpired I became more and more heated. I never took my wife to be a police ass bitch. Yeah I said it. I can’t believe the shit that’s going on between us. Shit was all good just a week ago. I love Tahari but her calling the police on me has me rethinking the person I thought she was.

  Chapter 21- Tahari

  These Niggas Wishy Washy

  When I woke up and saw my eyes I went crazy. I knew that I should have never called the police on Thug. Regardless of him hitting me and fucking up my eyes, I should have handled him myself. Never in my all of my years of being married to him, did I look at him in disgust. When I rolled over and he was in the bed with me, I became sick to my stomach. Not just because we came to blows but because of how he’s treating me in regards to me being pregnant by Nico. I hate him right now because he doesn’t understand how this is hurting me. My eyes are black and bloodshot. He hit me hard as hell. I understand that I hit him first and I take ownership of that. I’m not making excuses for him or me. We were both wrong for hitting each other like that. The last thing I should have ever done was called the police on him. Thug was hurt as they carried him out of the house in handcuffs. The kids were asking so many questions. Not to mention Ka’Jaiyah clowned on me. I had to spank my baby because she was falling all out in the floor.

  I was glad all of the kids were in their rooms and doing their own thing. I just needed a minute to myself to think about all of the bullshit that’s going on in my marriage. All that time I was being held by Nico, I yearned for my husband. I used to go to sleep and dream of him rescuing me and our daughter. I decided to call the police station and see what his status was. I was going to get my husband. I had been calling all over and he was not in the system. I knew then that he never even went to the damn police station. As tough as I was I became scared shitless. Knowing Thug, he was on his way back here to whoop my ass. I needed to get out of the house. I was so happy that Marta had come back from her vacation. As soon as she walked in the door, I walked out of the door. I needed to go talk to someone. I couldn’t go around my girls because I knew their husbands were going to be mad at me for getting Thug locked up. Not that I gave a fuck, but the last thing I needed was to have them making me feel worse than I already did. I decided to just go to the Lakefront and walk to clear my head. At the moment I needed a peace of mind. It was a beautiful day outside. It wasn’t too hot and it wasn’t too cold. It was just right. I walked until my feet started to hurt and I became cold. I had left my phone in the car because I didn’t want to be disturbed. When I got in my car I saw the green light flashing, indicating that I had a missed call. When I opened my phone I had missed calls from my house and a lot of text messages from Thug’s phone.

  Love of My Life: Where the fuck you at?

  Love of My Life: Answer your motherfucking phone now

  Love of My Life: I see you think this shit a game

  Love of My Life: Really Tahari? Keep on ignoring me and I’m going to give you a reason to get me locked up with your police ass.

  After reading the text messages I became scared to go home. I knew that I should have, but I needed to wait until he calmed down. His crazy ass might fuck around and murder my ass. I decided to go to Khia’s house. I knew Dro was laid up with that bitch Brittany, so her house would be the first place to go and I knew Thug would never think to look for me there. I made sure to call Marta and tell her that I was okay. She confirmed that Thug was indeed at the house and he had sent her home from the night. I told her where I was at but made her promise not to tell him. She said she wasn’t going to tell him but because of my recent disappearance, I need to call him and let him know I was safe. After much thought, I knew that I needed to at least send a text.

  Me: I’m not coming home right now but I’m okay. Please understand I’m just trying to get my mind right. I’m sorry for calling the police on you. I wasn’t thinking straight. When I saw my eyes I just lost it. I’m not mad at you. I know that you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’ll be home after I clear my head.

  Love of My Life: Bring your ass home now or don’t come at all.

  I stared at his text for a couple of minutes before I decided not to even respond. Thug wasn’t about to call the shots on everything. That shit wasn’t about to happen. One minute he doesn’t want my ass because of the baby so he leaves. Now I’m telling him I need space and he is pissed off. Thug better leave me alone before me and my girls whoop his ass. I swear to God I’m not about to keep playing with his crazy ass. I’m still Boss Lady no matter how the fuck he feels about it with his wishy washy ass.

  Chapter 22- Khia

  Boss’ N Up

  If you look at my life

  You’ll see what I see (La, La, La, La)

  If you look at my life

  You’ll see what I see

  Ohhhh, you will see that I’m so blue

  Mary J Blige’s “My Life” was giving me so much life right now. That’s exactly how I was feeling at the moment. One minute things were all good between Dro and I, and the next shit was bad. I can’t believe he actually left me for another woman. I just kept thinking about what I did that was so wrong to make him treat me like this. I swear I would go back and change it. I feel so lost and empty without him. In my heart, I feel like he was going to leave me. Me shooting Khiandre by mistake, was his reason for leaving. I’ve been calling and texting with no response from him. I got so desperate that I tracked his phone and I went to the location. He was at a doctor’s appointment with the bitch and their baby. I didn’t have it in me to confront him; I was too hurt. I’ve literally been in my room in the dark for the last couple of days. Dro’s mom took my son home with her. I feel like shit right now. I’m so consumed with Dro and his bullshit that I’m neglecting my son. After shooting him I fee
l like I’m not even worthy of being his mother. He deserves so much better than me. I heard the door slam and I jumped up hoping that it was Dro, but it was Tahari.

  “Oh it’s just you.” I went back to my room and crawled in bed.

  “Fuck you too,” Tahari said as she cut the light on and climbed in bed with me. I looked up and almost shitted bricks.

  “What the fuck happened to you?”

  “After we left the hospital, one thing led to another and Thug and I came to blows. I hit him in his shit and he started bleeding and he hit my ass back. Shit is all bad with us right now. That’s actually why I’m here. I’m hiding out from him.”

  “Why the hell are you hiding?”

  “I called the police on him while he was sleep. I looked at my eyes and I got mad. I know I fucked up. That’s not even me to call the police on him. I wasn’t just mad about him hitting me. He wants me to get an abortion and I don’t want to.”

  “Wait a minute. Your ass is pregnant again?” Tahari was looking sad so I moved closer to her and wrapped my arms around her.

  “It’s Nico’s.”

  “I’m Team Tahari all day long, but you have to get rid of that baby. I can only imagine what Thug is going through.”

  “I know he’s hurting and I’m hurting too. After my baby died, I promised God that I would never get another abortion. I just can’t do it Khia.”

  “Are you willing to lose him over this?”

  “I think I already have.”

  “If that’s true, welcome to club. Dro left me for that bitch Brittany.” I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I started crying so hard.

  “Stop crying Khia. Everything is going to be okay.”

  “No it’s not. He’s living with her and their baby.” I laid my head on Tahari’s shoulder and cried like a baby. I watched her get on the phone and text someone.

  “Get dressed. The Boss Ladies are on their way over here.”

  “I don’t feel like company Ta-Baby. I just want to go to sleep.”

  “Fuck going to sleep. You’re a motherfucking Boss Lady. We can do whatever we want when it comes down to our husbands. Shit changes when that nigga call himself being laid up with a bitch like he not a married ass man. Fuck that. We are the motherfucking Boss Ladies and we’ve been through too much shit with them Thug Inc. niggas to play second best to any side chick. Now put your clothes on so we can beat, stomp, and drag Dro and his bitch. After that we’re going to my house and fuck Thug up too.”

  “Look bitch! I’m all in for fucking Dro up but I’m not about to fuck with Thug. I believe him when he said that he would shoot our asses.”

  “That’s just a risk we’re going to have to take.”

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  When we walked outside, Barbie, Keesha, Ta’Jay, Gucci, Dior, and Chanel were all waiting outside.

  “What the hell happened to your face?” Keesha said as she grabbed Tahari’s face.

  “Me and Thug had a fight.”

  “Well bitch you must have forgot to bob and weave. He got your ass looking a candidate for a domestic violence poster.”

  “Bitch, I know you won’t even try to crack a joke on me as many times as Malik done beat your ass and had you walking around looking like a human punching bag. Please don’t come for me Barbie. I’m waiting for this next set of black eyes you got coming when Malik find out you fucked your daughter’s Daddy.” We all laughed because Malik was gone get in that ass good if he ever found out.

  “Remind me not to tell you bitches nothing else. That shit happened that one time when I went over there to pick up my baby. One minute we were talking and the next he was eating my pussy. I swear that shit will never happen again. I feel so bad. Malik has really been doing good.

  “For the first time in a long time. Girl please, I say you have nothing to feel bad about,” Keesha said as she flamed up a blunt. We all agreed because we all know Malik has the worst rap sheet out of all of the guys.

  “Do you know where that nigga at?” Dior asked.

  “Yeah. His phone is saying he’s at the Red Diamond Strip Club. I’m not trying to go to no damn strip club.”

  ”The hell you not. If Dro at the strip club the rest of them motherfuckers are there too. I swear to God if I catch King with a bitch it’s about to be a riot.” All of us agreed and headed straight to the strip club. I had a bad feeling about this shit. It took us about thirty minutes to make it to the club. I was so hesitant about going inside but I knew I needed to go in there and get my husband.

  “What the fuck are you doing Keesha?” That bitch sounded like she was over there speaking in tongues.

  “I’m praying that I don’t get locked up. I’m still on probation from the last time we went to jail.” We all walked inside and it was live as hell. Ass and titties were all over the place. The niggas was making it rain something serious.

  “We got them Thug Inc. niggas in the building, so you already know they’re making it rain in this bitch! They’re requesting bad bitches only in V.I.P! What’s up my niggas, I see you. I want be like y’all when I grow up!” the DJ said over the microphone.

  “Y’all hear this shit?” Chanel asked. We all shook our heads and I led the way to the V.I.P area. I was livid as I watched the bitch Brittany sitting on Dro’s lap. Thug, Malik, and Quaadir were all making in rain on three naked bitches as they did tricks on the pole. King, Dutch, Nasir, and Sarge were all getting lap dances. These niggas were so caught up they never even saw us standing there. Their security Big Mike was standing guard. His eyes got big when he finally noticed us making our way into the V.I.P area. His big, goofy ass snoozed looking at all that ass in front of him. He might be out of a job after this.

  “Damn, it’s a party and we weren’t invited,” Tahari said as she stood next to Thug and started making it rain on the bitch that was doing tricks on the pole. Thug looked like he had seen a ghost, not to mention the rest of their slick asses. This motherfucker Dro was so busy entertaining this this thot ass bitch that he never saw me standing in front of them.

  “I’m gone say this once and one time only. Let’s go home Dro.”

  “Gone head on Khia,” Dro said sounding all nonchalant. The bitch Brittany had a smirk on her face and never saw it coming. I cracked that bitch in the face with a bottle of Ace of Spades. After that bitch fell to the ground I busted his shit too and start fucking him up. From that moment on, it was pandemonium. The Boss Ladies and Thug Inc. was in a full brawl in V.I.P. Security tried to pull us out of the V.I.P section, and that made our husbands start fighting security for touching us. That made all of us start helping our husbands. We were mad as hell at them, but other motherfuckers fighting them was a no-no. Bottles were being thrown and so were punches. Before I knew it, all of our asses were in handcuffs and on our way to jail. I knew I should have stayed my ass at home.

  Chapter 23- Peaches

  Family Matters

  I still can’t believe my old ass just gave birth to two babies. Quanye Amor and Quantez Amari Phillips, came into this world at the same time the doctors were working feverishly to save their father. It was only God that brought them here healthy and covered Quanie in his blood. I don’t know what I would have done if Quanie had died. For the first time in a long time, I’m happy. I’ve been wrecking my brain trying to figure out who would want to hurt him. Yeah, he was living that type of lifestyle but to shoot him in his driveway was personal. Not to mention I was in the car with him. This shit has me fucked up. On top of that, this nigga Python is lurking around. I don’t know what’s going on with him but I was going to find out. He acted as if everything was cool between us, but I know better. He has something up his sleeve. I cringed each and every time he picked my babies up. Quanie was so happy when he woke up and Python was there. He still doesn’t even know that we have history. I had been putting it off until he was released from the hospital. Plus, we were celebrating the birth of our babies. I wouldn’t dare let anything ruin how happy we are. Not even Python could kill o
ur joy.

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  “Do you need some more pillows?” I asked Quanie as he tried to sit up in bed. He had been in a lot of pain and the codeine they had been giving him wasn’t really helping. He was in such a bad mood since coming home from the hospital.

  “No, I’m good. Hand me my daughter. She’s looking like she needs to be picked up.”

  “She’s fine Quanie. You’re going to spoil her.”

  “So basically you’re telling me I can’t hold my daughter. That’s my first daughter and she’s daddy’s princess. I can spoil her if I want to, now hand her to me like the fuck I said.” I just shook my head and handed her to him. Quanie really thought he had me in check. Who am I kidding, that little nigga got me wrapped around his fingers and his toes. Don’t judge me.

  “You don’t have to curse Quantez. I just don’t want the kids spoiled. Not to mention I don’t want you to bust your staples and get an infection. As a matter of fact, it’s time for your medicine.” I got up and went to get his medicine and some water for him to wash it down. When I handed him the pills, he knocked them out of my hand.

  “I don’t want that shit. I hate how it makes me feel. I’m tired of sleeping all day. I barely get to spend time with my kids. They’re two weeks old and I’ve barely spent any time with them.” He raised his voice scaring Quanye and made her cry, which woke up Quantez. Now they were both screaming and hollering.

  “I’m just trying to help Quanie. You have to take this medicine so that your wounds won’t get infected. All that shit ain’t even necessary, for real.” I handed him a bottle for Quanye and I picked up Quantez so that I could feed him.