Thug Paradise 2

by Mz. Lady P

  “So what, nigga. You broke my shit.’ I kept swinging on his ass. He slapped me so hard I flipped over the bed, and on my way to stand, I grabbed the lamp and hit ass in the head with it. If this nigga wanted to fight then that’s exactly what he was going to get. I tried to run into the bathroom but he caught me by the back of my hair and threw my ass on the bed. As soon as he tried to pin me down I kicked his ass in the nuts. He fell down on the side of the bed and I hauled ass into the bathroom and locked it.

  “Open this door before I kick it off the hinges.” His ass started kicking and slamming his body into the door. I had to jump in the tub to keep from getting hit by the flying debris from the door. He yanked me out of the tub and I was tussling with his ass the whole time he was dragging me out of the bathroom. We had been fighting for so long that we had forgot all about our daughters being in the next room.

  “I’m about to call my grandma if y’all don’t stop acting like fools,” Naadia said, looking at us like she was the parent and we were the children.

  “Please stop fighting Mommy and Daddy!” Niveaa said, as she ran and wrapped her arms around her daddy’s waist. We both looked at each other and we both knew we had took this shit too far.

  “Stop crying. We’re not going to fight anymore.” Quaadir grabbed both of them and put them in the bed. We apologized over and over again. They made us promise not to fight or be mad at each other anymore. I didn’t know how we were going to keep that promise the way we had been behaving. Once the girls went to sleep, we put them in their beds and went into our bedroom. I looked in the mirror and I was glad I didn’t have any bruises or more damage to my already injured nose.

  “So you’re pregnant, huh?” I looked up and I could see Quaadir standing behind me with the pregnancy test in my hand. I cursed my own ass out on the inside for putting it in the trash in the other bathroom.

  “It looks that way.” I turned around so I could face him.

  “I’ve always wanted a son. That’s what’s up. I know shit has been fucked up between us, but damn, are you at least happy to be carrying my seeds?” Did his nigga just add an “S” to the end of the word? He just knew I was about have another set of twins. A bitch ain’t even ready for all of that.

  “To be honest with you, no, I’m not happy about anything right now.” I brushed past him and sat down on the bed. He came and sat next to me and grabbed my hands in his.

  “I fucked up, Keesha. I just lost control when I found out you was with that nigga. I wanted to hurt you for giving my pussy away.” All I could do was shake my head as I listened to the bullshit that he was spitting. He was being the typical-ass nigga. How the fuck he think I feel when he gives my dick away? I had to take a deep breath before I spoke. I felt like I was about to slap him for the stupid shit he was saying. But fighting wasn’t going to solve shit. We actually needed to have this conversation. It was going to determine whether or not I kept this baby and if we were going to be together.

  “I’ve been trying to figure out why I’m still with you. This latest act of infidelity is nothing new. I don’t know why I even let it get to me. It doesn’t matter what I do to satisfy you. You will never love me like I love you. In your eyes, I’m still the weak little fifteen-year-old you and your Aunt Ruth rescued. From the first time I laid eyes on you, I was in love. You knew I liked you, but because of your ego and cockiness, you brought all your bitches to the house and flaunted them in my face. Even after we started having sex, you continued to do it. You knew that all I had in this world was you and Aunt Ruth. I went along with everything you said because I felt you would come around. When you needed me to transport drugs and guns, I was there. No questions asked. You’ve always given me the best things that life had to offer. The one thing I wanted that I felt like I earned out right was your heart. It’s a shame because I never fully had it. I remember when I gave birth you were in the Bahamas with that bitch, Monae.” I was trying not to cry but just thinking of all the bullshit had me all in my feelings.

  “Come on now, Keesh. Don’t cry. I’m so sorry about everything. You have my heart. I love you. You know that, Keesha.” He was now on his knees in front of me with that fake-ass, sorry-ass look on his face. It was pathetic and I couldn’t stand to look at his ass any longer.

  “That’s the thing, Quaadir, you’re always sorry. How many times do you think I’m going to keep forgiving you for the same shit? Do you know how hard it is to walk around knowing that you and my sister had sex? That shit is killing me. It doesn’t matter that we’re all family now. The fact remains the same, you really liked her. I’ve never told you this but you used to call her name at night as you slept. Do you have any idea what that did to my heart? I’ve stuck it out with you because I feel like we’ve been through so much and we can overcome anything. Plus, I want our daughters to grow up with both of their parents under the same roof. I want them to have everything we didn’t. However, I’m tired of fighting for us. Especially when I’m the only one fighting. I think we should go our separate ways. If it’s meant for us to be together then we will be. In the meantime, let’s just be good parents to our kids. I’m sorry, Quaadir, I really need some space to figure out if this is where I want to be.”

  “Don’t do this, Keesha. Please, I need you. I just know that I can’t live without you or my girls. I’ve been so fucked up without y’all. I promise that I’m going to change and do right by you and the girls and our unborn baby.” I could see the tears welling up in his eyes and I knew he was serious. Unfortunately, it was too late. I got up and walked away from him. If I stayed around him any longer, I would give in. I needed to do this for me and to show his ass that I have no problem with leaving his ass. This shit is going to hurt the shit out of me but I have to do what’s best for me and my heart. I have to protect me going forward. I can’t keep letting him stomp on my heart and walk all over my shit. I’ve done too much for his ass over the years. He needs to get his shit together. If he wants to be with me and my kids, I’m not accepting no more bullshit from his ass. This motherfucker was most definitely was going to learn today.

  Chapter 16- King

  Mr. and Mrs. Carter

  I didn’t become head of Thug’s drug operation for shit. I’m very observant and I know when there is bullshit in the air. I know that Gucci and the rest of them crazy-ass girls are up to no good. Lately, Gucci has been in rare form. She is no longer the Gucci I married. Her ass has been drinking and hanging out all night. Not to mention, a couple of nights ago I noticed blood on her for the second time in a couple of weeks. I asked her and she says that she hit a deer both times. We don’t even live by no damn deers. I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I plan on getting to the bottom of it. The only thing is Gucci ain’t saying shit. She just keeps saying that I’m crazy and imagining things. I’m not imagining shit and I, for damn sho, ain’t crazy. I swear I’m going to dig all up in her ass if I find out her ass been on some bullshit.

  It was finally the day we went before the judge to see if the charges against us were going to be dropped. Shit had been fucked up since Detective Jones killed himself. Our judge which is also Dutch’s mom has went missing and nowhere to be found. The nigga Dutch has been going crazy thinking that the damn Italians done killed her. I was trying to be optimistic but the odds that her ass wasn’t swimming with the fishes were slim to none. We’ve been assigned to a new judge. Hopefully, shit works out for us. We had to get back out here in the streets and get some blood on our hands. It’s been a minute and these pasta-eating motherfuckers think shit is sweet. Plus, I need to get the fuck out of the house before I end up killing Gucci’s smart-mouth ass. Her mouth has been off the chain lately. I’m trying my best not to knock her in her shit but her ass is really testing my gangster. I knew this shit would happen when she started running with Tahari’s crazy ass. Don’t get me wrong, I love that she coming out of her shell but a nigga can’t handle the new Gucci.

  It took the judge less than five minutes to throw a
ll of our cases out. To say we were happy was a fucking understatement. This time around, we had men outside the courthouse just in case motherfuckers tried to gun for us again. The news reporters were out in full swing trying to get a statement but we all knew just to keep walking. The last thing we wanted was to be on the fucking news. It was bad enough that our faces had been plastered all over it when we were first arrested. Thug had planned for all of us to meet up at his house the next day. I already knew it was about to be a long-ass night. We were about to be strategizing and plotting. Thug was most definitely about to be on one.

  *****

  “What up, G? You act like you’re not happy I’m off house arrest.” I grabbed her hand and held it as I drove. I decided to take her out for a romantic dinner to the Signature Room. She had been begging to go and now I had the chance to take her. With everything that was about to pop off, we needed a romantic evening with one another. Plus, we’ve never really celebrated being husband and wife.

  “I’m happy for you. I just know that now you’re about to be back to running the street and I’ll be home alone.”

  “Stop pouting, bae. It won’t be that bad, you know daddy gone always come home and give you this Daddy Dick.”

  “Oh really? In that case, pull over I want some of that shit now.” Gucci leaned over and unzipped my jeans. She reached inside my boxers and pulled my dick out. She started to play with the pre cum that was oozing from the tip with her index finger. She slowly took me into her mouth and began to give me the best head I ever had. For a minute, I wanted to yank her ass up by her hair and ask who dick had she been sucking. She ain’t never devoured my shit like that. I mean, she was going hard in the paint sucking, slurping, and swallowing my shit. I had to hurry up and park before we crashed. She was moaning and humming all over my dick. I could feel my shit growing in her mouth.

  “Oh shit, Gucci. Raise up. I’m about to bust.” She just kept going and I let loose in her mouth. She caught everything and spit it all back on my dick. I watch as she licked each and every drop of it off. That was some real freaky nasty-ass shit and I loved it. I couldn’t wait any longer I needed to be up inside my wife. I ripped off her panties and slid her down on my dick.

  “I love you so much, Mr. Carter.”

  “I love you, too, Mrs. Carter.” I grabbed Gucci’s waist as she began to bounce up and down. I flipped her ass over in the backseat and began to hit her ass from the back. The sight of her ass jiggling as I smacked her on it was enough to make me nut. I had to close my eyes and focus on something else. Shortly after, we both came and collapsed in the backseat.

  “Come on, G. Let’s go before we be late and they give our table away.”

  “Fuck that table. All I want is you, let’s go home. You can be my dinner and I’ll be your dessert.” She licked her lips seductively and I was sitting back staring at her in awe. At first I complained about the new Gucci. Shit, now I was loving her ass.

  We made it home and made love all night. We were both going hard like it was our last time on Earth. In my line of work you never know. We have to make every second count. It was imperative that we cherished each and every second together. Gucci was right when she that I wasn’t going to be home a lot. I knew that I wasn’t, but instead of being honest, I needed to crack a joke. Shit was about to get real out here and this beef that we have needed my undivided attention. Gucci knows my lifestyle and she knows my heart. Everything I do is for us to have a better life and live in peace. She will thank me later.

  Chapter 17- Thug

  Plotting and Strategizing

  A nigga was happy as hell all the charges had been dropped but I couldn’t really enjoy it. I had been thinking real hard lately about my position as head of Thug Inc. I’ve been in this shit for as long as I can remember and all the shit is really getting old. Am I that much of threat to these fuck-niggas in these streets? Every time I turn around niggas is gunning for me and my fam. Each and every time we have come out on top. I’m thankful for all of our blessings. I just feel like it might be time for me to officially retire and hand the entire operation over to Malik. I never thought the day would come where I would be giving it all up. I have more money than I know what to do with. I’m accustomed to a lavish lifestyle. When I retire, I will still be able to pull up in something foreign and stunt on these bitch-ass niggas. My wife and kids are set for life. They will never want for anything. Each one of them has over a million dollars in their trust funds and the amount grows monthly. I haven’t been out her hustling like a dog for shit. I don’t just splurge, I have invested my money in a lot of legit business ventures that have been doing very well. I could have left the street shit alone a long time ago. I love this shit. It’s like a never-ending adrenaline rush. I have mad respect in these streets, but at the same time, I have mad haters who are out to take my life. A nigga ain’t never scared. Putting some hot shit in a motherfucker ain’t never been a problem for me but I have my freedom, my wife, and my kids to worry about. After the last conversation I had with Tahari, I knew it was time for me to completely let shit go. Tahari puts on this brave front like she ain’t scared of shit but her greatest fear is of me being killed. I never want to put her through that again. Plus, I want to see my babies grow up and have families of their own.

  From the moment I got in the game, I always ran my operation with an iron fist. I never fucked over anyone. I’ve always lived by the motto, scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. That’s why I have people from all over that fuck with me hard. They love how I do business and they also know I have never killed a motherfucker who didn’t deserve it. This latest beef has brought on a series of events I never saw coming. The Chicago families want me and my faction completely out of the picture. Don Marciano has managed to turn everyone against me. What Don Marciano fails to realize is that I’m a get-money ass nigga without being head of the Santerelli Crime Family. That shit was given to me. I never asked for it. However, when I stepped in as Boss I had the whole motherfucking Commission shook. They hate to see a black man with so much power. If I was them, I would hate me, too. Little do they know I’m more than just some nigga from the hood who has Italian blood running through his veins. Prior to knowing anything about being a Santerelli, I had done business with different high-ranking officials in the Mafia. I knew that those ties I had would work out it in my favor. I reached out to those officials and now I have to make a trip out to Palermo, Italy. Despite having to handle business with my crew, this meeting in Palermo needed to be handled first. That was the only way Thug Inc. would be able to go forward with any plans. Plus, it will be good for me and Tahari to get away. My baby needs a vacation away from the kids.

  *****

  I sat inside my conference room waiting for my crew to arrive. I looked around and I knew that Tahari had been in there. My damn chair even felt funny. Her ass couldn’t wait to sit in here. I could picture her and the rest of her crew, swearing up and down they were about to set it off. I’m not sure what their slick asses have been up to but I know it’s something. If Tahari is involved I knew it’s something I wouldn’t approve of. I just hope that I’m wrong and Tahari has listened to my strict orders telling her to fall back.

  Sarge, Malik, Quaadir, King, Dutch, Dro and Nasir all entered the conference room one by one. It felt good for all of my niggas to be out and able to handle their business. Shit had slowed up while we were out of commission. Now, Thug Inc. was back and in full effect. I loved the fact that no matter what they were going through in their home lives that shit never effected how they did business. I was glad Quaadir was here with his game face on ready to put in work. Peaches said he was fucked up behind Keesha leaving with the girls. I’m going to holler at Keesha and see if I can get her to go back home. In the meantime, I need to worry about the issues at hand.

  “How does it feel to get your ass whooped by a bunch of females?” We all started laughing at Malik’s ass. He was not going to let Quaadir forget our wives whooped his ass.


  “My damn leg still fucked up from Momma hitting me with that damn bat.”

  “If I was you, I would have shot one of them crazy bitches, including Barbie.” Malik was dead ass serious.

  “Don’t underestimate them. All their asses is crazy even Keesha. Y’all know she cut the bitch Jakia head off and brought it home.” Quaadir looked like he was stressed the fuck out and worried at the same time.

  “Wait a minute. How does she even know about that shit?”

  “Man, bro, I have no idea. She definitely knows because she threw the shit in my face and left my ass. I wanted to kill that snake-ass bitch myself. In a way, I’m glad she murked her ass but I don’t want my wife out here doing shit like that because of me.” We all agreed in unison because we could all relate to what Quaadir was saying.

  “I’m going to holler at Ta-Baby and see what she knows about this shit. Check this out, though, I know that y’all anxious to get at this Don Marciano and his little flunkies but we need to hold off until I come back from Palermo. I have an important business meeting in regards to this beef.”

  “Are you sure it’s safe to go down there?” King asked.

  “Yeah, it’s cool. I’ve actually done business with these cats before. I did a hit or two for them when I was younger. It’s imperative that I go alone. I need y’all to stay here and hold down the fort. Trust and believe me this meeting is about to solidify my spot in the Commission. Also, I’m thinking about walking away and retiring from it all. Nothing is concrete just yet. Just know that if I decide to that, Malik will be next in line.” The room was quiet for a minute. I knew they were shocked at my revelation but it is what it is. I immediately looked in Quaadir’s face for a hint of jealously but I saw none. That was good because I would also be handing him a lot of duties as well. Everyone else nodded their heads in agreement.

  “That’s what up, bro. Let’s pop some bottles. It’s been a minute since I kicked it with my niggas. Barbie been having my ass in here being Mr. Mom and shit.” Before I got a chance to respond my cellphone rang. All I could do was shake my head.