Thug Matrimony

by Wahida Clark

  “Fuckin’ bitch!” He fell backward. “I … can’t … breathe.”

  She crawled over to him and banged him over the head, much harder this time around. Then again, again, and again. She zoned out as she kept hammering the trophy against his skull, oblivious of her surroundings. She didn’t even feel Kaylin lift her up.

  “Red.”

  “Get away from me! Don’t touch me. Stay away!” She held the blood-and-flesh covered trophy out as if it were a gun. Her chest heaved up and down.

  “Stay away from me … leave me alone. I hate you.” She swung the trophy at Kaylin. “I dream about you. I hear your voice in my head. Stay away from me.”

  “It’s me, Angel,” Kaylin said softly but with force.

  “Stay away from me. Leave me alone.” She stared at him with a crazed look in her eyes.

  He couldn’t believe what looked to have just taken place. “Give me a minute, yo,” he yelled to everyone without turning around and taking his eyes off his wife.

  Omar, Bo, Pras, and Kajuan backed out of the front door, which never was locked. They had walked right in on the action ready to go to battle. Now sympathy covered their faces.

  “Baby, it’s me. Kaylin. Put the trophy down. It’s over. He won’t be bothering you anymore.”

  “No?” she said, in a childlike voice. She kept shaking her head no.

  “Yes, baby, it’s over.” He wanted to grab her and take her into his arms. One of her eyes was swollen. The other eye was bruised. Her lips were bleeding, as well as her knees and hands, and she was naked.

  “Angel, it’s me, Kaylin.”

  “Angel!” Carmen came bursting into the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw how her sister looked. Then she looked over at Snake on the floor in a bloodied mess and she started screaming. She ran over to him. “Keenan, baby, get up. Keenan, please get up. What did you do to him?” she screamed at Angel. “I know you did this! You bitch! What did you do to him?”

  Angel dropped the trophy and ran over to Carmen. “It’s over, baby sister. He’s gone now. He won’t hurt you anymore. You’re free now. Mommy said for you to come home, you’re in trouble.”

  “Nooooo!” she screamed. “You bitch! Why did you hurt him? Oh God, why?” Angel went to hug her and Carmen smacked her across the face and pushed her away, causing Angel to snap out of that daze that had her stuck on shock. Angel cocked her head to the side and that steely gaze caused Carmen and Kaylin both to take a few steps back. Angel lunged toward Carmen, who quickly reached in her bag and pulled out her heater. Angel grabbed it and they tusseled and before Kaylin could break them up the gun went off.

  “Oh, shit,” he groaned. Everyone had run back inside and was staring. “Oh, shit!” he groaned again. Both girls were frozen stiff. “Red, baby, don’t do this to me,” he panicked.

  “Noooo,” Angel cried out. “Oh God … no.” Carmen fell back onto the floor, eyes wide open.

  “Damn,” Omar mumbled.

  Angel was holding on to the gun real tight as she stared at Carmen. Kaylin, relieved, pried it loose from her fingers. He stood over Snake and shot him in the head one time … and again. Just to be sure that he was really dead.

  All of the men immediately put on gloves and began going through the house. Kaylin grabbed the robe and put it around a shell-shocked Angel. She was shivering and was staring into space.

  Pras immediately took charge. “Get her in the car, man. Me and my peeps got this.” Two white dudes came in with duffel bags. “We’ll handle the bodies and then we’re gonna torch the place.”

  “Here’s Angel’s garment bag and I think this is her purse and suitcase.” Bo held them up.

  Kaylin threw Angel over his shoulder and took her out. Bo, Kajuan, and Omar were behind them.

  “Later.” Pras smirked.

  “Later, nigga,” Bo said.

  Two weeks after all the drama

  Angel, the baby, her mother, Kyra, and Jaz all flew to Mykonos. Angel hadn’t expected to be back to her prehoneymoon spot so soon, but felt that this was the only place that would help her get her mind right. This getaway was more of a healing for Angel and her mother.

  Two days before their trip they had a small, private burial service for Carmen’s cremated remains. It was reported to the police that she was shot, possibly by a third party, and then the house was deliberately set ablaze with Snake’s body included. The police had no suspects but the investigation was still open.

  Kaylin stepped into his in-house studio at Game Over Records. Papi had been holed up in there for the last ten days. He looked and smelled horrible. He was in a zone, so Kaylin instructed everyone to leave him alone. He was writing and had sent for two producers. Another album was almost completed.

  Kaylin set the Chinese food containers down next to him. “Papi, what up? You all right? I brought you some vittles. Why don’t you take a break?” he suggested, glad that he finally caught him alone.

  Papi looked up at him and said, “Boss man, what day is this?”

  “It’s Wednesday. Eat sumthin, man. What you living off of, the air?” he joked.

  Papi grinned. “I’m on a roll, yo. This album … the people are really gonna feel it. Yo, you think the first one was off the chain! Well, on that one I was hungry, real hungry, no doubt. And that’s what came across. This one … I’m in pain. I never felt like this before. Boss man, when I was a shorty I was thinking that my moms purposely kept me away from my pops.” He reached for the Chinese food. “Until one day, a man walked up to me and said he was my father. Then at that moment I remembered how excited I felt. But that quickly turned to dissapointment, to anger, and then to me feeling overwhelmed. My dad kept it gully, even way back then. He let me know that he loved me and my moms and always will. But being the man he knew that he had to be, he couldn’t be with us the way he wanted to. It was for our safety and for his loyalty to la familia. He explained to me that la familia didn’t want him to be with a black Jamaican woman. Their ways were old-school ways. But he loved her, but again his loyalty was to la familia. It was la familia’s business first. He snuck around to see us for a while. Then one day he stopped coming.” Papi choked up.

  “We just stared kicking it last year. I was enjoying that shit just like a little kid, yo. I was making up for lost time. Two nights a week, when he came into the city, I would get a couple of hours with him. Then one night, while I’m in the shower, bam!” He pointed his finger like a gun and shot into the air three times. “They shot him three times. They killed mi padre right in my living room. Ironic, huh? I know they did it. The la familia did it. They didn’t even have the decency to invite me and mi madre to the funeral….”

  He rambled on, but Kaylin was no longer listening, lost in his own web of thoughts. He now felt fucked up. It all came together at that very moment. The urgency of why they wanted him to carry out the hit, why Papi was in the photos in front of the office building. What else do they want from me? Why would they put me in the middle of this? Now I have to look at this man every day, knowing that I killed his father. Can I do that?

  “Boss man, boss man. Are you listening to me? What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to dump my sorrows in your lap, but I needed to unload that shit.” He snapped Kaylin out of his reverie. Kaylin was staring Papi dead in the eyes. Eyes that were filled with guilt.

  As Papi looked back into Kaylin’s eyes he asked, “Why are you looking at me like that? Are you okay? You look as if your best friend just died, yo.”

  Damn.

  Epilogue

  Kaylin pulled up into his driveway. The clock on the dashboard read 2:47 a.m. He deaded the engine, opened the ashtray, and pulled out what was left of his blunt. He was already toasted. He just left his thugged-out bachelor’s party the crew threw for him … once again. What was he doing sitting in his driveway, when there were a bunch of strippers, weed, drinks, music, his peeps, and his fam kickin’ it big time? Simple. He needed to fuck his wife.

  While she was away on
her therapeutic vacation he was getting the ultimate hip-hop fairy-tale wedding together. Yeah, he went all out, but he owed her that much and refused to give her anything less. She had only been back for a week and they both had been ripping and running and it was time to slow things down. Hell, these last nine months, they never took time out to make slow passionate love. It’d been drama, chaos, ripping and running.

  From what he could see, the trip had done her well. After all, she was pretty shaken. And once Mrs. Smith found out what had happened, she was even more shaken. She and her mother both willingly talked with a therapist. And with Jaz, and Kyra hanging out with them Angel sort of just bounced back to her normal self.

  He had to give it to her. A true ride-or-die chick. She put her life and freedom on the line and went out like a gangsta. He could say that shit now … that the whole Snake ordeal was over. But at the time when everything was going down, he was pissed the fuck off and ready to rock the both of them to sleep.

  He put some fire to the blunt and took a couple of pulls. Shit had been crazy since he quote, unquote got out of the game. Starting with niggas bum-rushing his wedding, Trae getting shot up, Lil’ E still in the hospital, him taking out a made guy who was the father to his star artist, his wife killing a nigga … damn. The only thing missing was him moving weight. He shook that thought off, deaded the blunt, and got out of his ride thinking, Is there really such a thing as out of the game?

  Stepping up onto the porch, he could hear the music. Her bachelorette party. It sounded more crunk than his bachelor’s party. Slipping the key into the lock, he quietly crept in and locked the door behind him. Peeking into the living room, he saw the ladies getting busy on the dance floor. Angel’s mother was the ringleader. They had two male strippers who they were taking turns dancing with. He even found and sent for Angel’s cousin DeElla Favors from Tennessee. It was worth it when he saw the look on her face when she stepped into the house. She was getting crunk on the dance floor with the strippers and had a drink in each hand. I wonder what Faheem and Marvin would say if they walked in on this? Jaz and Kyra were really wildin’ out.

  “Brace yo’self, fool!” Angel held a bottle of beer pressed to his back as if it was a gun. “What you doin’ creepin’ around my property? Who sent you?” He went to turn around and she pressed the beer harder into his back. “Uh-uh-nigga. Don’t move. You could be packing some heat for all I know.” She eased the bottle down onto the floor. “Assume the position.” She patted the inside of his thigh, causing him to spread his legs. “Hands on the wall. Now!” He did as he was told.

  She began to sensually frisk him, rubbing all across his chest and shoulders. “Damn, you are built. I like what I’m feeling … a lot. Are you married?”

  “Yes, ma’am, happily.”

  “Then where’s your wedding ring?” She was still massaging his chest and then slid around to his back. “Oooh. Nice strong back. I like that. The ring. Where is it?”

  “My wife has it. We’re having a phat wedding ceremony tomorrow.”

  “I see.” Her hands were making seductive motions across his abs. “Nice abs.”

  “What are you looking for, ma’am? I’m not carrying any heat.”

  “Then what’s this?” She slid her soft hands down his boxers and up the length of his dick.

  “That’s my nightstick, ma’am.” He closed his eyes as she stroked him the way he liked to be stroked.

  “And who do you plan on using this nightstick on?” She was rubbing the precum over the head.

  “I wouldn’t ask that question if I was you, ma’am.”

  “Oh, you’re getting smart? Turn around, nigga. And do it slow. Keep your hands in the air.”

  He did as he was told, dick throbbing, making a huge tent in his sweatpants. He looked down and smiled at his wife. Her see-through blouse was tight over her hard nipples and she had on a short-ass miniskirt that barely covered her ass.

  “Keep your hands up while I check out this nightstick.” She slid his boxers and sweats down a little over his ass and pulled out his dick. “Oh, shit, mister. I am really liking what I see.” She began stroking him with both hands. “This … is … a … big nightstick,” she purred. “You’re making me want to fuck you.” The music in the background stopped and they could hear each other’s heavy breathing; then it started back up. He watched her slide down in a crouch position and put him in her mouth with one hand and start to play with her pussy with the other.

  “Oh … sss …” Kaylin groaned as he put one hand on her head, trying to get her to swallow some more of him while he got really turned on as she fingered her pussy. “Damn, Ma … you killin’ me.” When he put the other hand on her head she eased his dick from her throat. “Ahhh … shit, that was feeling damn good.”

  She slowly stood up and slowly headed for the stairs. “Ma, you killin’ me! Where you going? Stop playin’, Red.” He was holding on to his dick as his eyes worked his way from her four-inch stilettos, crept up those long, sexy legs to her ass cheeks hanging out of that skirt. Halfway up the stairs he couldn’t take any more and grabbed her around her waist. Yanking the tiny skirt over her ass, he bent her over.

  “Baby, my mom …” He was already ramming his dick into her hot, juicy pussy. “Oh … oh … oh … damn … shit mutha-fuck … give me that dick … oh, Daddy, long-stroke this … shit… give me that big fat dick … yes … good … Daddy …” He was fuckin’ her so good she was talking out of her head. He was holding on to her hips with both hands ramming her without mercy. “Oh, shit!” she screamed as she started cumming.

  Jaz stuck her head out into the hallway. When she saw Angel bent over, and Kaylin bangin’ that pussy, she said, “Ooohkay!” and went back into the party.

  Kaylin was still holding on tight, digging deep.

  “Angel,” Mrs. Smith yelled, sticking her head out into the hallway.

  “Ma’am.” She tried to stand up real quick. Kaylin was trying to pull his sweats over his ass while shielding her body and leading her up the stairs.

  “Is that the baby I hear screaming?”

  “No, Mommy,” she barely got out.

  Mrs. Smith was staring at them suspiciously. Then she finally said, “Okay,” and went back into the party.

  “See what you made me do?” Kaylin told her. “You almost got us busted, and by your mother!” He pulled his dick back out and tried to bend her over again.

  “Kaylin,” she giggled. “No. Come on now. We have a bedroom. I got you.”

  “You better have me. And tell me why you’re not down there enjoying your bachelorette party. I went through the trouble of getting y’all some faggot-ass strippers. Why you ain’t down there putting money in their G-strings like the rest of them?” he teased as he kissed her neck.

  “Because I had to feed and put your nosy daughter to sleep. Then I had to put on sumthin nice just for you. I knew you would be creeping around here before the night was over.” She looked behind her and smiled at him.

  “Oh, did you? And how did you know that?” He turned her loose so that he could gaze at her luscious ass.

  “I knew those strippin’ bitches would get you all worked up and we know that only Mami can give you the fix that you need. Nigga, I know my husband.” She grinned seductively at him over her shoulder. She entered the bedroom with Kaylin on her ass. He closed the door and locked it.

  She slowly took off his sweatsuit jacket and hung it up. Then she watched him as he went over to Jahara’s crib in the adjacent bedroom. “How long has my precious Angel been asleep?” he asked, not taking his eyes off her.

  “About a half hour. She just went right before you came in,” she told him as she admired him admiring his baby. She then left him in Jahara’s room and sat on the bed. “Come here. I told you that I’m not through with you. Let me give you what I’ve been dying to give you before she wakes up.” He looked over at her. “Come here. You know you don’t have any business here anyways,” she teased. “You know it’s bad luc
k to see the bride the night before the wedding. You think we would have it right by now.”

  He leaned over, grabbed her ass, and kissed her soft lips, her chin, her throat, back to her mouth. “We are already married, remember? So, technically, you aren’t even a bride,” he teased back.

  “Whatever, nigga. I’ll be a bride in the next few hours.” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

  He kissed her softly on the lips. “That was an intense fuck on the stairs. I really liked that shit.”

  “Me too. But I still want to do a little sumthin more to you. I’m not finished with you yet.”

  “What do you want to do to Daddy?” He kissed her again, this time playing with her tongue, doing a sensual tango. “Daddy needs a lot, you know he’s been stressing over putting this wedding together.”

  “Nigga, please. You ain’t did nothing. Courtney’s been doing everything.”

  Kaylin chuckled. “Oh, so you just gonna blow up my spot like that?”

  “It is what it is, negro.”

  They kissed again. “Well, I’m still stressing, so get back to telling Daddy what you want to do to him.” He tasted her neck and hungrily nibbled over to her throat. “'Cause Daddy knows what he wants to do to Mommy.”

  “And what’s that, Daddy?”

  “Daddy wants to make love to you right now.”

  “No, Daddy. We have all the time in the world to make love. Tonight I want you to fuck me. Fuck me long and hard. But first, I want to suck Daddy real nice like and make him bust all in my mouth,” she purred, causing his dick to twitch.

  “I think he heard that.” He stood up, looked down at his hard-on, and then back at Angel. “Yeah, he heard you.”

  She tugged at his waistband and pulled him closer. She scooted up to the edge of the bed, causing her skirt to rise all the way up. Kaylin looked down and could see a peek of her pussy, causing his dick to get even harder.

  “Oooh, Daddy.” She made a swift motion, pushing his baggy sweats and boxers down over his ass. She leaned over and grabbed the jar of chocolate cream that she had on the night stand. She opened it and scooped some up with her fingers and began to massage some onto his dick. “Oooh, baby, I can’t wait to suck this off.” She smiled as she stroked him, stretching him all the way out.