Thug Paradise 2

by Mz. Lady P

  “Lately, your ass been real jazzy at the mouth. Don’t let that liquid courage get your ass knocked out, Chanel.”

  “Yeah, aight. When you swing you better make that motherfucker count. You already know we gone rumble in this bitch.” One thing for sure and two for certain, I’m not taking no ass whooping laying down. His ass going to be in for the fight of his life fucking with me. I was tired of having this conversation with his stupid ass. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I walked away from the situation because Nasir was ready to hit my ass for real. We’ve been doing so good, and the last thing I want is to be fighting with him. That I know of he has been on his best behavior since I came back home. Nasir is just being insecure because he thinks I’m out doing no good. It’s Nasir’s guilty conscience from all the dirt that he has done to me over the years. I’m not a tit for tat-ass bitch. I’ve invested too much time in my relationship with Nasir. We aren’t youngsters in love anymore. We’re grownups that are married with a son. As bad as I wanted to just go to bed and not say shit else to him, I promised myself that when we got married we would never go to bed mad at one another.

  When I was finished showering, I threw on my nightgown and went to find Nasir. Sometimes as a woman you have to be the bigger person in the relationship. Men aren’t as smart as us, so we have to finesse their asses and gas them up—make them think they’re winning the argument.

  “I’m sorry for not calling you, bae,” I said, as I slid on his lap and took the blunt out of his hand and puffed on it. Nasir was sitting in our theater watching “State Property.” He was trying his best to ignore me, so I started kissing all on his neck and grinding on his dick.

  “I ain’t fucking with you. You not about to get none of this good shit.”

  “That’s what your mouth say but your third leg telling a bitch different.” I reached inside his boxers and unleashed his dick. Since I didn’t have on any panties it was easy for him to slide right inside of me. I moved up and down slowly. He was trying his best not to give in. When I felt his dick grow inside me, I knew I had his ass. He pulled my nightgown over my head and started attacking my nipples. The feeling of him flicking his tongue back and forth on them was enough to make me release all of my juices right then and there.

  “Is this why you wanted me to come? You missed this pussy didn’t you?” I said out of breath, as I rode him like I was in a horserace. He grabbed my waist and started to thrust in and out of me hard as hell. I could feel myself cum all over his dick.

  “Hell yeah, I missed this shit. I’m about to cum, Chanel.” He sped up his pace, but before he could release his seeds inside of me, I jumped up and swallowed his entire dick. I drained his ass I dry. I left his ass right there in a daze. Good pussy will shut a nigga up quick.

  Chapter 15- Keesha

  Don't Fuck with Me

  As I drove I periodically looked in the rearview mirror at my girls asleep in the backseat. They were so happy when I told them that we were going home. They missed their daddy. I know that he misses them, too. I couldn’t believe I had fell into such a deep ass depression over Quaadir’s ass. I guess it was the never-ending cycle of infidelity added with the way he beat my ass. I looked up at my nose and it was still a tad bit crooked. I had an appointment with a plastic surgeon to get my shit set properly. My bruises around my eyes had healed but there were still some blood clots in my eyes. When I pulled into the driveway, I felt fear wash over my body. I’ve never been so scared to come to my own home since I was younger living with Cassie and Venom. My daughters and I got out of the car and went inside our home.

  “Oh my God, Mommy! It stinks in here,” Naadia said, pulling her shirt up over nose.

  “This house is a hot mess. I hope my room is okay,” Niveaa said, as she took off running with Naadia right behind her. They were only six but acted sixteen. I looked around and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My beautiful house looked like a fucking scene from hoarders. Clothes, carry-out boxes of old food, and liquor bottles were all over the living room. The kitchen was even worse. Dishes were everywhere and old food was rotting on the stove. The stench made me sick to my stomach and I had to run up the stairs to the bathroom. I had been vomiting a lot lately. The scene before me made me sick as hell. I would have rather ran outside and vomited when I saw my luxurious bedroom in shambles. Everything was broken. Our headboard and footboard was made of mirrors and it was broken, too. I cried looking at our room. I went to our closet and I thanked God that Quaddir hadn’t fucked up my shit.

  “Mommy come and get Daddy. He fell asleep in my bed and he’s squashing Elsa,” Naadia said, as she pulled me towards their room. I couldn’t believe the sight before me. It was actually funny as hell to see his big ass in a twin-sized canopy bed. Quaadir had a Remy bottle in his hand sleep. I just decided to leave him alone.

  “Come on, girls. Let Daddy get some sleep. He’s not feeling too good.” I was so happy the room was clean. If it wasn’t, I was going back to Momma Peaches’s house. I fell asleep just thinking about how pitiful Quaadir looked. I hated to admit it, we were both going through it without each other.

  The next morning, I woke up bright and early and got prepared to clean up my damn house. My babies were still asleep. It was a school day but I had no energy to get them dressed and off to school. I decided to let them stay home. When I entered the living room, I became disgusted all over again. I decided to call a maid service. I paid their asses double to clean my entire house. I even had a new bedroom set delivered and set up. I brought the same exact one we already had. It was a shame how much I loved that bed.

  Three hours later, the house was clean as a whistle. It was crazy that Quaadir and the kids slept through everything. It was after one, so I had pizza and hot wings delivered to the house. We had a lot of junk food in the pantry, so we were good in that area. Once the girls woke up, I fed them and put on a movie for them to watch in the movie theater. I was feeling sick and my head was hurting.

  It felt so good to be at home. I just hated that I kept thinking about Quaadir whooping my ass the last time I was here. I swear I saw the devil in his eyes. I needed to lie down for a while. Since the incident with Quaadir, I’ve been having massive ass headaches. When I walked into my bedroom, Quaadir was coming out of our bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. His body was chiseled to perfection. He dropped the towel and walked over to the dresser. I love how the water glistened on his back. It made his tattoo of God give off a shine. That tattoo has always been sexy to me. My mouth salivated as I watched his dick swing from side to side. I instantly became disgusted when I thought of how he passed his dick out. Ole community dick-ass nigga. He threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-Shirt and walked right past me. It was as if I wasn’t even there. I guess he was still mad. I didn’t give a fuck, I was mad, too.

  I showered, popped me some Ibuprofen and then climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep with the hopes of getting a couple of hours in before getting up to cook dinner. That was short-lived because Quaadir’s phone kept buzzing on the nightstand. I quickly reached for it to turn it off but curiosity got the best of me, so I opened it up. His lock code was so easy. It was our daughters’ birthday. Dumb ass. I opened it and there were messages from none other than the officer bitch. I now knew that her name was Jakia. There was hundreds of texts between the two. My anger got the best of me when I read texts of him telling her what they had was over and that he had a family. This bitch starts threatening him, saying she’ll have me and my daughters killed if she can’t have him to herself. That bitch had just fucked up. I called up my girls. Only Tahari, Gucci, and Barbie were able to get away on such short notice. I told them what was up and they were more than willing to roll out with me.

  I put on some black leggings and a black hoodie along with a pair of black Timberlands. I opened my safe and got out my nine. She was brand new, fresh out the box. Aunt Ruth had brought it for me for my birthday. My bitch was locked and loaded and ready to blow. I went dow
nstairs and Quaadir and the girls were watching “Friday.” I wanted to say something to him but I just walked out the door. He still had his ass on his shoulders anyway. He probably wouldn’t notice that I was gone. It was cool because I had something for his ass when I made it back. I was sick and tired of this bullshit.

  *****

  “I swear this bitch taking forever to come out. Her shift should have ended at three,” Barbie said, as she exhaled smoke from her cigarette.

  “Would you put that shit out, it’s giving me a damn headache? Malik is going to have a fit when he finds out your ass is back smoking,” Tahari said, fanning the smoke away from her.

  “Fuck Malik! He’s the reason why I’m back smoking. He’s stressing me the fuck out. We already have three kids to take care of. His ass is trying his best to knock a bitch up again. Ain’t nobody got time to be looking like your ass with a house full of kids.”

  “Really, bitch? Don’t fuck with me, Barbie. You know how crazy I get when someone talks shit about me and all my babies.”

  “I’m sorry, sis, but my son hasn’t even turned one yet.”

  “That’s how all their asses is. King thinks I don’t know that he keeps throwing my birth control pills in the garbage. Little does his stupid-ass know, I keep a couple of spares hidden in the trunk of my car. Imani and KJ are enough for now. Plus, I’m having too much fun with you crazy bitches.” We all laughed because all of us had been on one lately. It felt good just doing things that didn’t involve staying home being a wife and mother. I swear the shit we had been doing lately felt like an adrenaline rush I had never felt before.

  “Why are you so quiet, Keesha?” Gucci asked.

  “All this talk about kids and being pregnant has me thinking that I might be. I’ve been sick as hell and my head has been killing me. I swear I don’t want no more kids.”

  “Does Quaadir know?”

  “Hell no. I’m scared to even say anything to him about thinking I might be pregnant. Hell, we haven’t said a word to each other since I’ve been back in the house. The tension is so fucking thick you can cut it with a knife.” I looked up towards the jail entrance and saw the bitch coming out of the revolving doors. I knew it was her because she had sent Quaadir several pictures of her black, extra ugly ass.

  “There she go right there.”

  “Damn she ugly. That bitch look like a fucking gorilla. We should pull off and go whoop Quaadir’s ass again. He need his ass whooped for fucking with that ‘Planet of the Apes’ looking bitch,” Barbie said. We all agreed as we watched the bitch climb into her car. We waited until she pulled out then we started following her.

  About twenty minutes later, she parked in front of a small house on the North side of Chicago. All the lights were off in the house. When she went inside all the lights came on.

  “Come on, let’s go knock on the door,” I said and we all got out. I was glad it was dark outside. We were dressed in black, so it would be hard to see who we were. Tahari, Gucci, and Barbie stood off to the side. They couldn’t be seen if she looked through the peephole. I rang the doorbell repeatedly until, finally, she answered without asking who it was. As soon as she answered the door, I hit her in the head with my gun and knocked her back inside the house. We immediately rushed in and slammed the door behind us. She was on the floor trying to stand up holding her head at the same time. It was leaking blood.

  “For a bitch who likes to set niggas up, your ass can’t even take a fucking hit. Get your weak ass up, bitch,” Tahari said, as she grabbed her up by the hair and threw her on the couch.

  “Who the fuck are you bitches?”

  “Boss Lady Inc. bitch and don’t you ever forget it,” Gucci said, as she smacked her ass in the mouth. That surprised me. Gucci was a beast these days.

  “I’m the bitch who you’re willing to kill, so that you can be with my husband. Or shall I say, set him up.” I started hitting her ass some more just off the simple fact that she had threatened me and my girls’ lives.

  “Oh my, God. This is about them Thug Inc. niggas. Please don’t hurt me. They made me try to set them up. I never wanted any parts of it, but they told me if I didn’t, they were going to kill me. After I had sex with Quaadir, I knew I couldn’t do it. I fell in love with him. I love Quaadir.” This bitch was crying and it was making my fucking head worse. I can’t believe she was sitting here with guns pointed at her ass, confessing her love for my fucking husband.

  “Oh shut the fuck up with all that damn wining,” Barbie said, as she slapped her across the face. That shit made her head snap back hard as hell. She silently wept after that.

  “Quaadir will never love you, sweetie. You were something to do when there was nothing to do. You were available pussy. While you thought you were getting over on him, he was ten steps ahead of you. He actually knows that you have been in on setting him up.”

  “Please, just let me go. I promise, I’ll tell you everything. If you let me go I won’t tell anybody. I’ll leave town and never come back.” She was shaking and trembling now.

  “Get to talking, bitch. I don’t have all day.

  “It was Max Briggs, the Warden of the prison. He’s working for Don Marciano. The entire time they were locked up, I was placed on the deck with them to overhear conversations and possibly get them to tell me about their operations. Briggs had him thinking he was caving into their demands. All along he had isolated them with plans of letting some of the other inmates come in during the night to handle them, make it look like they had killed themselves due to the charges that were going to be brought against them. The only thing was when they went to court, Judge Farrington let them out on house arrest. She was supposed to hold them without bond. Everything had already been discussed prior to the court date. Shit just went south when the judge gave them bail. Now, she’s in hiding because they have put a hit out on her.”

  “I don’t understand why they trust you. I know it’s not because you’re a correctional officer. You know far too much. Keep it real, who have you been fucking besides my sister’s husband?”

  “Don Marciano.” She had her head down and I could see the tears falling but that shit didn’t faze me, it was lights out for this bitch. Without warning, I cocked my gun and shot her ass in the head. Blood splattered all over Gucci, Tahari and Barbie.

  “Damn, bitch! Can we get a heads up before you do that shit?” Barbie said, as she wiped the blood from her face.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

  “I’m not finished with this bitch just yet, G.”

  “What the fuck you mean, you’re not finished?” Tahari asked sounding annoyed. I smirked at her ass as I pulled a machete from inside of my pants leg where I had stashed it . I chopped the bitch’s head off and put it in a bowling bag that was on the floor by the couch.

  “Your ass is crazy. Where are you taking her fucking head?”

  “Home to Quaadir of course. After all, it’s only right I bring him the head of the bitch he cheated on me with.”

  With that being said, we all turned on our heels and left the headless bitch to rot in her house. As I drove home, I felt a sense of release. Killing that bitch gave me the best orgasm I ever had in my life.

  The first thing I did when I made it home was take a shower. My girls were in their room asleep for the night and Quaadir was in our bed in nothing but his boxers watching TV. I smirked at how relaxed his ass was. I was getting ready to give his ass the shock of his life. I had brought the bowling bag in the room with me when I first came in.

  I walked over to him after throwing on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top. “I brought you something while I was out today.” I grabbed the bag and handed it to him.

  “What the fuck is it?” He was looking like I was aggravating him or some shit. He sat up and pulled the head out by the long weave.

  “Ahhhhhhh! Who the fuck is that?” He jumped up out of the bed. Some of the blood had dripped on his ass. I picked the bitch’s head up and shoved it in his
face, just like he had done me.

  “You mean to tell me you don’t recognize the bitch you were fucking when you were locked up? Look at her ugly ass. Let this be the reason that you never cheat on me again, motherfucker.”

  I threw the bitch’s head at his ass and hurried up and walked out of the room. I was hoping he didn’t come behind me and whoop my ass. I went into the guest bathroom and tried to calm my nerves. I retrieved the pregnancy test I had purchased on my way home. I peed on the stick and waited for the results. After about ten minutes, I looked at the stick and I was indeed pregnant. I was not happy at all. Shit was all fucked up. It was bad timing. I put the test in the trashcan and lay across the bed. Not long after, Quaadir started knocking on the door telling me to open it so that we could talk. Now the motherfucker wants to talk. After I done murked his bitch and cut the hoe’s head off. I got up from the bed and opened the door. I turned around and he rushed me, pushing me on the bed and lying down on my back to keep me from moving.

  “Your ass think you real funny, huh? So, you on that tit for tat shit?” I could smell the liquor on his breath. I was trying my best to wiggle from under him. He was pressing my face into the bed. My nose was still fucked up and I was praying he didn’t fuck it up again. My nose was in so much pain from the force he was applying to the back of my neck.

  I managed to turn my head to the side and let out a gasp of air. Tears flowed and all I could do was cry. He jumped off of me and I jumped up and started fucking his ass up. He was not about to keep putting his hands on me as if I was some type of weak-ass bitch. I admitted that last ass whooping took a bitch down, but after the murder I committed today, I was ready to body another motherfucker. Before I knew it, we was humbugging all over the room. He was slapping my ass and I was slapping him right back. Then the punches started. I drew back and hit ass dead in the nose. His shit started to bleed instantly.

  “Bitch, you busted my nose.”