Thug Paradise 2

by Mz. Lady P

  “That a girl,” I said as I slapped her on the ass. She got up and grabbed a towel to wash me clean.

  “Get up, your Momma will be here any minute. I know you all have business to discuss. I need to go and breastfeed the baby. I’ll be home in about two hours.” Dior got up and got dressed not long after my mother had arrived. I had put Thug, Malik, Quaadir, Sarge, King, Dro and Nasir on a conference call when we met. She didn’t have to know that, though. Yes, she was my mother, but these were my friends. No fuck that. They were my family and we’re all on this court case together. It’s a must they know what the fuck is really going on.

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  “I’m so happy that you could make it.” I reached out and we embraced each other.

  “Thanks for having me.”

  “How are Dior and Baby D?”

  “They’re fine. Dior had to go to the hospital to breastfeed him. She should be back soon.” I poured us both a shot a Remy.

  “Before we get down to the business at hand, I just wanted to tell you that I’m so sorry for not protecting you from Snake. In the beginning I had no idea he was molesting you. I would have rather him kill me then to hurt you. Once he disappeared, I got the courage to get my life together. At that time you were acting out and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t until after I signed my parental rights over did I find out what Snake had done. That was only because one of his many girlfriends told me he had raped her son. I put two and two together and that’s when I realized everything. Please forgive me for everything.”

  “I forgive you. It’s water under the bridge. I’m just happy to have you back in my life. Let’s get down to what’s going on.” I got up and I hugged her. I hated that my people had to hear that but I was becoming a better man. That was a demon that lived inside of me that I had to let go in order to move on and live a happy and prosperous life with Dior.

  “Over the years, I’ve handled a lot of Federal cases. I’ve also took payoffs to get people out of jail. Mainly individuals that have Mafia ties. Name a Mafia family and I’ve done business with them. When you all were first picked up and brought in, I received a call from Don Marciano. He wanted to insure that you guys didn’t get a bond and you fought your case behind bars. He wanted to pay me fifty thousand dollars up front but I told him I needed to view the case first. I had lied to him. When I saw your name on the docket, I knew I had to help you and your friends out. I have a lot of friends in the judicial system including Warden Max Briggs. He also works for Don Marciano. Usually when people arrive here, he extorts them but he wasn’t prepared for Thug Inc. Last but not least, Detective Jones has been threatening me because of my decision to give y’all a bond. He’s a rogue cop that wants your boss’s head on a platter.”

  “Why is he coming for us?”

  “It’s simple. Your organization is dominating the streets right now and bringing in the most money. Not to mention, they hate to see young rich black men from the hood getting money. They can’t handle it.”

  “So, what does that mean for our case?”

  “You have to fight it. I have every intention on throwing it out but it has to look legit. In the meantime, the trash needs to be taken out before any more harm comes to your family. You have my number if you need me.”

  I sat in pure silence as my mother gathered her things to leave.

  “Oh yeah, that correctional officer Quaadir was banging works for Marciano. Luckily for him, she never got anything out of him but a wet pussy. Tell him to keep his eyes and ears open. That bitch is bad news. She has taken some of the biggest drug dealers down while they’ve fought cases. I’ll be in touch. I love you, son.” We hugged and I kissed her on the jaw. I had forgot Thug and the rest of the crew was on the phone.

  “We got to handle these motherfuckers ASAP,” Thug said, and it sounded like he was breaking shit.

  “How the fuck are we going to do that on house arrest?” Sarge asked.

  “I don’t know but we need to think of something quick,” I said as I knocked back a shot of Remy.

  Chapter 8- Dior

  Family Matters

  I hated to lie to Dutch but I had to. When I found out that the judge presiding over his case was indeed his mother, I knew I had to get to the bottom of this shit. For her to pop up at the hospital out of the blue didn’t sit right with me. Her intentions might be good but I don’t trust long-lost parents. Them motherfuckers always have hidden agendas. That bitch will not come into his life and fuck him up any more than she already has. I can see a big change in Dutch and I want him to stay that way. I had heard several phone conversations between Dutch and the rest of the crew. During the week Thug had all of them on conference calls, his mother had important news in regards to their cases. I already knew they were trying to keep us out of the loop. But there is too much going on right now for them to shut us out. So, I put a hidden camera inside Dutch’s office so I can view the tape and hear everything in real time. Going forward, I want to know about any and all things that deal with Dominique “Dutch” Johnson. Knowing that people were out plotting against us had me ready for whatever. Almost getting killed had me ready to protect my family at all costs.

  I couldn’t do all this shit alone, so I called Tahari, Chanel, Gucci, Barbie, Keesha, and Ta-Jay. We all met up at the vacation house. No one was out there, so we knew that we could view the tape without getting caught.

  “Sarge is going to kill me if he finds out I lied about where I was going.”

  “Please don’t start that weak shit, lil’ sis. We need you in on this,” Keesha said as she popped open some Moet.

  “I’m down, y’all know that. Don’t trip.” I continued to set up my laptop, so that we could all get a good view of Dutch’s office.

  “I’m still fucked up knowing that the judge is his mother,” Barbie said, as she knocked back a shot.

  “I was surprised as well. I’m just glad Dior decided to do this. Our silly ass husbands are so full of themselves they aren’t going to put us up on game. Thug been on my ass. I can’t fart without him being there to sniff and ask what the fuck I ate. He is getting on my last nerve keeping tabs on me.” We all laughed because Thug was definitely on that ass like white on rice.

  “Shhh! She just walked in. Be quiet so we can hear,” I said, as we all stared at the screen and listened to what was being said. We all sat quietly as we took in everything that she said. I hated to see Keesha looking sad over the news that Quaadir was fucking one of the correctional officers.

  “I hope y’all was paying attention because Dutch’s mother just confirmed what I already know. I say we get at Detective Jones first. He’s the weakest link and easiest to touch. I have a meeting with him to discuss a proposition he offered me,” Tahari said, as she sipped her champagne.

  “I’m all in. I definitely want in on offing his ass.” Everyone else agreed and it was a go. Boss Lady Inc. was in full effect. We sat around and put our plan together then we all left. I needed to make it home before it got too late. The hospital wasn’t far from our house. Dutch would ask a million questions as to why it took me so long to get home. He had been doing his very best to do right by me and the baby. However, Dutch was far from a fool. I had to play my cards right and tread lightly with the shit I was about to get into.

  Chapter 9- Keesha

  Free Yourself

  I had been driving around for about an hour after I left the girls. The last place I wanted to be was at home with Quaadir. Hearing Dutch’s mother expose his ass had my emotions everywhere. I was hurt, ashamed, and embarrassed. The bullshit with Quaadir is a never-ending fucking cycle. I’m fed up with it all. Like, how much more can a bitch take? Just when I think he’s on the right track and doing right by me, he fucks up by fucking a random-ass bitch. This shit was sickening to me. They had only been locked up for one month. He couldn’t wait for me. The nigga just had to slide up in some pussy. I had been trying my best to stick it out with Quaadir but I’m fed up. I no longer want us. I never in a million y
ears thought that I would feel this way. I guess because I’ve always felt like I owed him for taking me in and introducing me to a life, I never thought it possible. I have held him down since the beginning of our relationship. And all I’ve got in return is nothing but blatant disrespect. I wanted to go home and go crazy on his ass but what would that do? We’d both just end up battered, bloodied, and laid up fucking each other’s brains out. I was tired of that same ole song and dance. Our daughters are so used to us fighting that it doesn’t even bother them anymore. I don’t want them growing up thinking that’s how couples are supposed to behave. I knew that Quaadir would be blowing me up sooner or later, so I cut my phone off. I was going home tonight just not at the moment. I was in need of a drink so I went to J’s Place a nice bar and grill that had just opened up.

  “Let me get a double shot of Patrón and a Corona please.” I placed my debit card on the bar, so the bartender would know that I was starting a tab. I needed to get fucked up. If I didn’t I would probably go home and cry myself to sleep. I was all cried out.

  “Here you go, ma’am. My Boss said get everything you want. It’s all on him.” I looked to my left and there was a nice-looking guy sitting at the other end of the bar with some friends. I mouthed, “Thank You,” then went back to sipping on my drink. I was trying my best not to look at him but he was staring at me with the sexiest bedroom eyes I had ever seen. I took in his appearance and I could tell he was thuggish. He looked just like Young Jeezy. He had the bald head and everything. After being with a thug for so long, you can spot them a mile away. I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his teeth were. Every time he opened his mouth they shined. I was mad when he caught me staring because he got up and came to sit next to me. I was nervous because I had never even been in the presence of another man other than Quaadir.

  “What’s a beautiful woman like you doing out at this time alone?”

  “I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself just fine.” I knocked back my double shot and gestured for the bartender to bring me another round.

  “That nigga fucked up, huh?” he said as he licked his lips. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on at the sight of his thick, juicy pink lips. At the same time he was pissing me off in my business.

  “Damn, you nosey, nigga! Can I at least get your name before you start throwing out random-ass assumptions?”

  “Feisty and beautiful. That’s a deadly combination. I’m Jacque, pronounced Joc. What’s your name, ma?”

  “I’m Ta’Keesha. Nice to meet you.” I reached my hand out to shake but he kissed the back of it. His lips felt like silk against my skin. His hands were soft as well. I needed to get the hell out of here and fast. This nigga had me feeling things that I should only feel about Quaadir. Yes, I was mad at him but he was still my first and my everything. I become hot as hell as Jacque moved closer and whispered in my ear.

  “I’m going to just cut straight to the chase, ma. I know you just met me but I’m feeling the shit out of you. All these shots you knocking back could only mean that you stressing. How about we go back to my crib and I fuck all that stress away?”

  “I don’t know what type of low-budget ass hoe you think I am, but it’s going to take a lot more than you buying me drinks to get this pussy.”

  “First of all, lower your voice. You’re in the presence of a boss-ass nigga. Second of all, stop it with all that cursing. You’re far too beautiful to have such a potty mouth. Last but not least, I don’t think that you’re a hoe. If you were, I never would have approached you. Let me go up to my office and grab some paperwork. Be ready when I come back.” He kissed my hand one last time and walked away

  “So, you just know I’m going with you, huh?”

  “I knew it when I first laid eyes on you.” He kissed the back of my hand one last time and walked away. I drank another shot of Patrón to calm my nerves. I couldn’t believe that I was actually about to go with this perfect fucking stranger. I was mesmerized and captivated by his straight forwardness. He came back and we walked out hand in hand. My palms were sweaty and I was nervous as hell.

  “Just hop in your car and follow me. Calm down. I got you.” He hopped in his car and I followed him as he pulled out of the parking lot. I was scared as shit. As much as I watch the ID channel, you would think I wouldn’t even be considering no dangerous-ass shit like this.

  About twenty minutes later, we pulled up to some newly built condos on the Gold Coast. It was beautiful. He gestured for me to get out and follow him. I prayed this handsome motherfucker didn’t rape or, even worse, kill my ass. As soon as we walked into the house, he grabbed a bottle of Patrón from his bar and he led me out to the balcony. He flamed up a blunt and handed it to me.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before. I really can’t even believe that I’m here.”

  “It’s cool, ma. I just want you to forget about everything going on in your life for a minute.” Jacque lifted me up and sat me down on the ledge of the balcony. He pulled my shirt up over my head and began to suck and lick my nipples. He gently bit down on them and that caused me to let out a soft moan.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Keesha,” he managed to say as he pulled down my pants. The feeling of him inserting his fingers inside my wet pussy had me going crazy. I started tugging at his pants. I needed to feel him inside of me. At that moment, I didn’t want to think about Quaadir or how hurt I was. I was about let go of all my inhibitions and go with the flow. You only live once.

  “Please, Jacque. I want to feel you inside of me.”

  “You sure you want this dick? I told you I was going to fuck all the stress out of you. Once I’m in it, I’m knocking that wet motherfucker out the frame.”

  “Yessss! I’m sure, Jacque.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulders. He carried me to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. He started to undress and his body was cut the fuck up. Hs caramel skin glistened from the moonlight that shined in the window. His dick was long and thick. It almost looked like a third leg. I watched as he slipped a Magnum on.

  “Turn that ass around.” He started to eat my pussy from the back. At the same time he was sticking his finger in my ass.

  “Oh my God!!” I yelled out in pleasure. Once I came all over his tongue, he entered me from behind. I had to adjust to his size. When it was all the way in, he started pounding away.

  “Yeahhh! Take this big dick! That’s right, throw that ass back at me. Tell me how much you want this dick.”

  “Ohhh! I want it. Please don’t stop. I’m about to cum.”

  “Cum all over this dick. That’s what I want you do.” Once I came, he flipped me over, changed the condom and entered me full force.

  “You got some good-ass pussy. Whenever that nigga fuck up, you better come and get this dick. You hear me?”

  “I’m cumming, baby.” I was cumming on his dick and coming back for more if Quaadir didn’t get his shit together. After fucking for another hour or so, Jacque was knocked out. I took a quick shower and got the fuck out of there. It was almost four in the morning. I never meant to let time slip away from me like that. I left him a note with my number attached to it. On the drive home, I powered my phone on. I had so many texts and voicemails from everybody. The majority of them were from Quaadir. Reality had sat in instantly. I couldn’t believe I just had sex with a nigga I don’t even know. The worse of it all was that I liked it. On the other hand, I felt like I was betraying Quaadir. Quaadir is the only man I’ve ever been with outside of Venom raping me.

  I felt so embarrassed and ashamed as I pulled into our driveway. All the lights were off as I entered the house. I could hear the TV in his man cave so I knew that’s where he was at. Call me a coward, but I had no intentions on even announcing my presence. I checked in the girls’ room and they were sound asleep. I kissed them on the forehead and went to my bedroom. I took off all my clothes and showered again. It was like I was trying to scrub Jacque off of me. My pussy was sore as hell. That nigga
had put a hurting on me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I was exhausted. When my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

  The next morning I woke up and got ready to get the girls off to school. I went into their rooms and they weren’t in there. So, I went down to the kitchen thinking they were probably eating breakfast. When I walked in the living room, Quaadir was sitting in the living room with all his guns out. My eyes bulged out of my head. He had that crazy look in his eyes. Fear was starting to set in. The half empty bottle of Remy and the smell of Kush let me know he was fucked up.

  “Where are the girls? I need to get them off to school before they are late.”

  “My sister came and took them.” He never even looked up at me. It was about to be some shit. I could feel it. Quaadir was being too calm.

  “I’m about to make breakfast. Do you want me to make the usual?”

  “I’m straight. Come and sit down, Keesha.” I slowly walked all the way into the living room and sat on the sofa. He was sitting on the loveseat. He grabbed one of the handguns and came and sat down next to me.

  “Why do you have that gun?”

  “We’re about to play Russian Roulette. The rules are different, though. I’m going to ask a question and if I think you lying, I’m going to pull the trigger. There might be a bullet in the chamber maybe not. We won’t know until afterwards.” I watched as he lit the blunt. The smell was different, though. His ass was smoking PCP. It had been years since he smoked that shit. He was a different type of animal off that shit. All I could do was cry.

  “I don’t want to play. Please, Quaadir, don’t do this.”