Addicted to a Dirty South Thug 2

by Shan

  “I’m a go a’ight,” I told Tangie and turned around to walk away.

  “His name was Cassidy Latrell Prince, Jr., and he was 15 ounces and 16 inches long. It took me about three hours and a couple of pushes, and he was here. Khi was there with me, and he stayed with me until it was time for me to go home.”

  I sucked my teeth and made my way towards the front door. Khi had never told me any of that shit and only that he had heard that Tangie had lost my son and had to give birth to him. I wasn’t mad at him for being there for Tangie, and maybe he felt like it was some shit that I didn’t need to know while locked up, but damn, why not tell me that I had Junior.

  I sighed, as I looked back at Tangie. She stood behind me with tears in her eyes, and I walked over to her and kissed her on the lips. I looked down at her feeling sorry for all the pain I had caused her. I was supposed to be the one with Tangie when she lost our kid, not Khi. Especially, being that I was the one that had put her in that predicament in the first place.

  “I’m sorry ‘bout all that. I wish I could’ve been there. I wish it wouldn’t have ever happened. I’mma catch up with Khi and see you later, a’ight,” I told Tangie and kissed her again.

  “Okay…and Cass it’s not your fault that I lost him. I think God knew that you were going to be gone and that you wasn’t going to be able to be here for your son, so He took him from us until we were ready to have him later.”

  “So you saying you gonna give me a son? Another son?” I asked, feeling a little hopeful.

  “I’m saying that, once you get your life together, and you fix all this madness that you and your brothers got going on, that we can maybe try again.”

  “Hell, yea. I can’t wait for that,” I said and rubbed my hands together. I kissed Tangie a few more times before I turned around and pulled the door open. I swallowed back hard as I was face to face with Fariq with a gun pointed to my chest. Tangie screamed behind me, and I blinked back and sucked my teeth as Fariq let his tool loose and fired three shots into my chest.

  Chapter 17

  Tangie

  I was screaming at the top of my lungs as Cassidy lay on my floor fighting to catch his breath. I looked up at Fariq and then tried to cover Cassidy with my body to keep him from being shot again.

  Please don’t! Nooooo!” I screamed, as I looked back to see Fariq raise his gun again. He pointed it at my back and I closed my eyes tightly, as I held onto Cass underneath me. I could feel my heart beating so rapidly that it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. I had finally accepted my love for Cass and was prepared and ready to have a life with him, and now he was being snatched from me again. Just maybe it wasn’t in the cards for he and I to have our happily ever after that I felt like the both of us deserved. “Please don’t take him away from me again. Please God. Please don’t.”

  There was a noise and a little chatter coming from outside, and when I looked up, Fariq had left and took off running. I jumped to my feet and ran to my bedroom to grab my phone from the nightstand, and then, to the bathroom to grab a few towels. I rushed back to where Cass was and noticed him sitting up in the doorway.

  “Cass! Cass, oh my God! I’m calling the ambulance now.”

  “Nah, fuck that!” Cass yelled, as he jumped up from the floor and ran out of my apartment. I hurried and went behind him and noticed that he’d pulled his pistol as he ran down the stairs and into the parking lot. I brought my hands up to cover my mouth when I spotted Fariq’s car flying in Cass’ direction while Cass fired shot after shot at him.

  Those damn shots sounded like cannons, and I covered my ears as he continued to fire over and over again, until he ran out of bullets. Fariq’s car was all busted up in the front, but it didn’t stop him from coming at Cass.

  “Cassidy!” I screamed out and flinched just as Cass jumped out of the way before Fariq could hit him. Cass stood out in the middle of the street with his chest heaving up and down as he watched and waited as if he thought that Fariq was going to turn around.

  I was so damn confused as I looked back into my apartment and onto the floor. There were a few splatters of blood, but nothing too serious. I halfway expected for Cass to be carried out of here on a gurney and fighting for his life, so to see him jump up and run out of here like nothing ever happened, blew me.

  “We gotta go,” Cass said, as he took the stairs two at time and came at me. I tried to turn around to go back inside, but Cass grabbed me and pulled me away. “I said we gotta go. We ain’t got time to grab shit, let’s go!”

  “At least let me grab my keys and lock up Cass,” I told him, and he nodded his head. I ran inside and grabbed my keys that sat on the coffee table, and then, rushed out of my apartment. I locked up, and Cass grabbed my hand and pulled me to his Escalade. Tiny droplets of blood trailed behind us, and I started to worry again. “Cass, are you okay?”

  “Get in the car,” he told me as he looked around before opening my door for me. He helped me inside of the truck, and then, closed my door behind me. I watched as he ran around to the driver’s side and grabbed his shoulder before he got in.

  “Cass, you’re bleeding,” I told him the minute he sat in his seat.

  “I’m fine,” was all he said, but his answer wasn’t good enough for me. I climbed over the seat as he pulled out of the parking spot and out of my apartment complex. “You can never go back there again, Tangie. That nigga knows where you live. He was there to kill the both of us Tangie. That nigga was about to shoot you, Ma!”

  “I know, and that scares me. Please tell your brothers what’s going on, so that you all can go after him together. Cass, you’re gonna end up dead. I thought that I had lost you just a minute ago,” I told him, as I began to check him over.

  I raised his shirt and noticed the vest that he was wearing. There were two holes in the front of it with the bullet fragments implanted inside. I breathed a sigh of relief, but only for a moment. When my eyes grazed over the hole that was in his shoulder, my heart literally felt like it hit the bottom of my stomach. I began to shake and panic while Cass looked at me like I was crazy.

  “Cass, you got a bullet in your arm! Oh, my God,” I screamed. Cass chuckled and gently pushed me into my seat, but I slapped his hand away from me and started to hyperventilate. “What the fuck is so funny? You have a bullet in your arm! Cass, you cannot die on me.”

  Cass continued to laugh, and that only made me cry harder that he wasn’t taking this serious. He had a whole damn bullet in his arm, and he was laughing like this whole matter was a joke. I was fuckin’ scared and losing my damn mind over here, and he was laughing at me.

  “Man, calm your ass down. This ain’t nothing. My muthafuckin’ chest hurts worse than this shit in my arm, Ma. Believe me. Calm your overly dramatic ass down and chill.”

  “So are we on our way to the hospital, Cass? I can’t have you dying on me,” I told him, and he shook his head. “Why the hell not? Cass, you’re sitting over there bleeding with a bullet in your arm. What if you bleed to death? Please, Cass, I can’t lose you again. Don’t do this to me.”

  “A’ight, a’ight, a’ight,” Cass said and sighed. He sat back in his seat and turned the knob up on the stereo. I watched him the whole time that he drove unable to peel my eyes away from him. There was so much to love about this man and a part of me regretted that I didn’t reach back out to him after the many of times that he’d tried to contact me. I was just hurt and being stubborn, but Cass had definitely deserved to know about his son and the loss that we both suffered from me and not from his brother. I was wrong for that, and I wanted him to know how I felt.

  “I should’ve told you myself about our son. And don’t be mad at Khi for being there for me, Cassidy. He was doing what he felt like he had to do. Khi really looked out for me. With the shop and just helping me get on my feet and stuff.”

  “Okay,” Cass said, and I could hear the annoyance in his tone.

  “I’m just saying that he loves you and that he did all th
at for me because of you.”

  “I hear you!”

  Cassidy reached over and turned the music up louder. I turned around in my seat to face forward as we headed towards the hospital. He chose to go to a hospital that was a little further out just in case Fariq and his brothers were looking to finish what they had started. Once we arrived, Cass pulled his car into the lot and found a parking spot. We walked hand in hand to the emergency area and that was when I spotted both of Khi’s baby’s mama sitting in the corner of the waiting area.

  “That’s Selena and Briana,” I said, as I tapped Cass on his shoulder. “Have you heard back from Khi since you text him?”

  “Nah, let me check,” Cassidy said and pulled out his phone. He looked at the screen and shook his head no. I was about to walk over to them when Khi came walking through the double doors that led into the waiting area. Cassidy and I both walked over to him.

  “Damn, what’s up? Did the hospital call you? My bad sis, shit been crazy that I didn’t even have time to pick up the phone myself. They say she’s gonna be okay though.”

  “Huh?” I asked as my forehead wrinkled. “What happened?”

  “Cuba…she lost the baby,” Khi said, and I covered my mouth with my hand. I had no idea that Cuba was pregnant, but it was starting to all make sense now. She had been so sick and sleeping all day that she was calling into work like every other day.

  “Oh, my God, Khi are you serious?” I said to him as Cassidy gripped my hand tighter.

  “You a’ight bruh?” Cassidy asked him, and Khi sighed and shook his head.

  “I thought that’s why y’all was here. What’s up? Is that blood?” Khi asked Cassidy, as he touched his shirt.

  “Fariq. He showed up at Tangie’s and just popped me as soon as I opened the door. How the fuck this nigga knows where my ol’ lady stay at though?” Cassidy yelled, catching everyone’s attention in the hospital.

  “Chill, bruh. I was getting ready to head out and call you. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since talking to Selena, and we really need to sit down and chop it up. Me, you, Cass and the goonie Tramell. We gotta get this shit handled in the next couple of days. Ain’t no time for games. Family is involved, and this shit has been too close to fuckin’ home. I know you got some shit you not saying, but cool, I’m a get with you. Handle that issue, and I’ll be around,” Khi said and walked off over to his baby mamas.

  “I told you to tell him, Cass,” I said to Cassidy, and he snatched his hand away from me and walked to check in. I followed behind him and asked the nurse that sat behind the desk for Cuba’s information. Once she told me that Cuba had been moved to a room on the fifth floor, I told Cassidy that I would be back and found the nearest elevator.

  I couldn’t believe that Cuba was pregnant and hadn’t even told me. I know that there were some things that I hadn’t shared with her about my past, but I was trying to come out of that stage where I kept everything to myself and hidden from the world. The day I had talked to Cuba and revealed a lot of what I had been inwardly dealing with had felt so good. I had told things to Cuba that I hadn’t even told my best friend, Anastasia. I really cared about Cuba, and the bond that we developed over the years was one that I cherished. Her strength while she had to do that time for some shit that she had nothing to do with, I admired so much. She was one of the strongest women that I knew, and I wanted her to know that I had her back forever.

  Once I had made it to the fifth floor, I found Cuba’s room and lightly tapped on the door before I walked inside. Cuba was sitting up in her bed while sipping from the straw of the pitcher of water that they had given her. She weakly smiled when she saw me, and I walked over to her bed and sat next to her.

  “I’m mad at you,” I told her, and she nodded knowingly.

  “I hadn’t told Khi until days ago before they locked my ass up. I didn’t wanna say anything to anyone before I had told him first.”

  “I understand, no worries. I’m just worried about you. How are you feeling though, cuz? You gonna be okay?”

  “I had just became happy about my baby. Khi was just kissing me on my stomach and was so excited just this morning, and now, I’m not even pregnant no more,” Cuba said, as she began to cry. I leaned over and hugged her and allowed her to let it all out on my shoulders. I understood how she felt, and I just thank God that she didn’t have to experience what I had. There was nothing like losing a child, but there was also nothing like pushing a child out that you knew wasn’t going to come out breathing. I would never wish that on anyone; not even my worst enemy.

  “Mrs. Lance,” I turned around and stood up just as the doctor walked into the room with Khi right behind him. The doctor’s face told me that he had bad news, and I was a little worried for my cousin. What more did he have to tell her that was worse than what she had already experienced.

  “Everything okay?” Cuba asked, as Khi came to her side. She looked up at Khi, and then, back at the doctor with fearful eyes.

  “What did you say you had to eat before all of this happened?” the doctor asked.

  “Well that morning, I ate a small piece of toast, but once I got home, I had some chicken noodle soup and drunk a can of ginger ale.”

  “Did you prepare your meal yourself?” the doctor asked, and I could see Khi growing angry.

  “No…”

  “Can you just tell us what’s wrong?” Khi said, his voice deep and insistent.

  “There was an overwhelming amount of anti-freeze in your system. We’re not entirely sure without running further test, but I’m pretty sure that’s what we’re seeing right now. Also, your drug test came back positive for codeine and marijuana.”

  “What?” Cuba asked, as her mouth dropped. “Babe, I’ve never done any drugs in my life besides weed. What…doctor, I’ve never done any other drugs in my life.”

  “I don’t think you understand. Someone tried to poison you. The amount of codeine and anti-freeze in your system was enough to kill you, you’re a very lucky woman. I’ve already contacted the police, as well as the poison control system. The nurse will be back to start another line so that we can properly flush out your system.”

  Khi didn’t even let the doctor finish talking before he walked out of the room. I already knew that whatever was about to happen was going to be nothing but pure mayhem. Who the fuck would want to poison Cuba, though?

  Chapter 18

  KaeDee

  “I’m sorry sir, but she’s dead.”

  I took a pull from my cigarette and blew out the smoke as I watched that nigga Tyrin walk out of the Marriott Hotel. He looked around before he walked over to his car and got inside. All day and night, no matter how much I tried to block it out, I heard the doctor telling me that Deonna was dead. As hard as I tried to get over this shit and move on, it was fuckin’ hard. That lady had my heart, and I never thought that this would be my end.

  We weren’t even to the best part of our marriage yet. We had hit a few bumps in the road, but I swear I had so many plans for us. I really did want to take over the world with Deonna. Not only did I want us to beast it out in the courtroom, but I also wanted her to follow through with her dreams and for me to be whatever support system that she needed me to be.

  Deonna’s death had really broke a nigga down. I regretted the times I spent fighting with her and pushing her out of my life over the shit that happened with Tyrin. I should’ve kept her in my view, even if I had to watch her from afar. I couldn’t completely place all blame on her, because I was the one that told her to stay away from me and our daughter. She had begged me to come home, and I had refused. My stubborn ways were really fucking up relationships that truly had meant the world to me. Dae…Deonna…and if I had kept it up, Khi too.

  At the end of the day, though, no matter how bad Deonna fucked up, and how bad I did as well, the only one person that was responsible for it all was Tyrin, and I had finally had eyes on that nigga. He had been hiding out real well. I knew that once the police had finally
released Deonna’s body as being evidence, and that I was able to set a date for her funeral, that the nigga would show his face, and I wasn’t wrong. The nigga had showed up in Dallas like he had been invited. He had a lot of muthafuckin’ nerve if he thought that I was going to sit back and allow him to even set foot near my wife’s casket.

  When he pulled out of his parking spot, I placed the car in drive just as my door flew open and Detective Destiny Henson hopped inside. Fuck; I thought to myself, as I placed the car back in park and crossed my arms over my chest. I looked over at her with nothing but pure anger in my eyes.

  “You lied to me. You told me that you didn’t know who had killed your wife,” Destiny sighed, and I sucked my teeth and threw the cigarette I had been smoking out the window and hit the button to let the window back up. I slid my hands into the pockets of my jeans and took in a few deep breaths.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her, as I turned my head to watch Tyrin getting the fuck away from me.

  “You know what I’m talking about. I asked you if you knew him, and you told me no.”

  “A’ight, what you came here to arrest me or something?” I asked, and she frowned and shook her head like I had offended her. The way she licked her lips brought back a few lustful memories of the night we spent together. We were both pretty fucked up, and I fucked her in every hole imaginable for hours until we both passed out. She’d given me her personal cell to call her so that we could hook up again…well, in her words, “go out on a date.” but I was too into my feelings to treat her the way she needed to be treated. Furthermore, she had yet to tell me what the fuck she had done for me, like she had mentioned.