Thug Paradise 2

by Mz. Lady P

  “I don’t know what the fuck you laughing for. I thought this was a business meeting. It looks like one big fucking orgy to me. Don’t get fucked up, Ka’Jaire.”

  “Awww! Give Daddy a kiss. In a room full of bitches with no clothes on, you’re still the prettiest, sexiest, baddest bitch in the room. You don’t have shit to worry about.” I placed a wet juicy kiss on her lips and she slipped her tongue in my mouth.

  “You finally made it. We’ve been waiting on your arrival. Who is this vision of loveliness that you brought with you?” Don Matteo asked, as he walked up to Tahari and kissed her on both of her jaws. I could see him and his other associates undressing my wife with their eyes. It didn’t bother me one bit. I loved for men to salivate over her because I knew that she belonged to me. Her pussy fits my dick like a glove. Knowing that she’s carried five of my seeds makes a nigga feel damn good.

  “This vision of loveliness is my wife and mother of my children.” I pulled her in front of me and grabbed a handful of her ass. I had to let these motherfuckers know. This pussy was mine and off limits to their asses.

  “Alessandra! Come and show Tahari the house.” A beautiful woman gestured for Tahari to come with her.

  “Be good,” she said, as she kissed me before she walked away.

  “The kid has settled down. I never thought I would see the day. Back in the day, it was a different peace of ass for every day of the week,” Don Matteo said, as he handed me a Cuban cigar. We walked away from his associates and sat on the opposite side of the large pool.

  “Those days are over and if I want to keep my dick and balls in tact, that’s how it will stay.” One of the women came and sat on my lap. I gently pushed her off of me and let her ass know this ain’t that type of party.

  “I hear that you have a problem back home.”

  “Yeah. It’s going to be dealt with accordingly.” I poured myself a shot of Tequila.

  “I know that you have the ability to handle it but that’s why I requested your presence out here. I’ve gotten word that the families have gone against my wishes and waged a war against your family. I know that you’re aware of Marciano but it’s bigger than that. It’s the Petrillo, Maccabiani, Baccarini, and the Garbani families.” I sat back in my sat and listened intensely. The entire Chicago faction wanted my ass out. This shit was of no surprise. He’s telling me what I already knew before I came all this damn way. I had already made plans to off all of their asses.

  “I pretty much figured that.”

  “Well, I have a proposition for you that will help me and you out. I’ve been handed Chicago. I’ll be moving back there soon. I like my operation to run smooth. I don’t have time for rats or Judas’s around me. Of course, I want your family to have their rightful place. Your grandfather worked very hard to build that empire. I’m very impressed with the numbers since you took over. I haven’t seen this much money in years. In order for there to be peace, I need all the Heads of those families to die. I want you and your crew to do it.” Don Matteo sat back and tried to study me. Little did he know I was no longer the teenager he paid petty cash to, to do hits for his ass. I’m a motherfucking Boss and I make my own rules and moves. This nigga had me fucked up. If I’m going to kill somebody it’s going to be for me and my own cause. Not so this nigga can come in and be my motherfucking Boss.

  As I sat across from him, I look at him. I’m nothing but a black motherfucker who can do his dirty work. He doesn’t even respect me. Back in the day when I was learning the ropes and making a name for myself, I probably would have did it at his command.

  One of the sexy women came and approached us again. Only this time, she sat on his lap and he began to kiss all over her chest and neck. He’s having a great time, but little does he know, in about ten minutes he’ll be dead as fuck.

  “I have a plane to catch Don Matteo. That job will be done before you know it.” We shook hands and he went right back to kissing on the woman. I walked inside the house and got Tahari and we were out of there quick, fast, and in a hurry. Of course, she was oblivious to what I had just done. There was just certain things she didn’t need to know. The woman that was kissing on Don Matteo was one of my female workers that I flew in to work his party. She was seventy-five thousand dollars richer for pulling off that job. I could have had my wife do it but I’m trying to keep her out of harm’s way.

  Once we made it back to our hotel, we immediately packed and took flight. By the time we made it back to the Chi, I got word Don Matteo was dead from exposure to Penicillin. I had her rub a liquid form of the drug all over her body and mask it with perfume. He never even realized until his throat closed up and he stopped breathing. These motherfuckers better stop underestimating this Young Rich Nigga.

  As soon as I made it home I called a meeting. It was time we handle these motherfuckers and take a damn vacation with our wives and children.

  Chapter 22- Momma Peaches

  Dinner from Hell 2

  The fact that I’m in love again has me feeling like I’m a young girl. That’s exactly how Quantez makes me feel. To the streets, he’s known as Quanie. He actually works for my Thug. I know what y’all thinking. What does this forty-five year-old woman want with a twenty-six-year-old man? Let me break it down to you. He knows how to treat me better than any man my age could ever treat me. He’s not just some street nigga. He’s mature, intellectual, and very smart. Fine ain’t even the word. He’s a red bone with shoulder-length dreads. I get lost looking into his beautiful gray eyes. He’s a beast in the bedroom, might I add. Lil’ nigga working with a motherfucking monster and we most definitely gets it in. You can just call me Stella because I’ve got my groove back. Only difference between me and Angela Bassett is that I do this shit way better. I make forty-five look like twenty-five. I’m putting a couple of these young ladies to shame. Despite everything that I have been through, I’m not a bitter miserable-ass woman. Life has thrown me a bunch of bad-ass curve balls but I’ve overcome it. I’m glad y’all have been here to see my struggle. I was down with love after the shit with Vinny. There were so many times when I just wanted to give up. Of course, I’m too damn strong for that. After the funeral Thug had Quanie keeping a watchful eye over me. Of course, I wasn’t feeling that shit. He was only supposed to sit outside. I started letting him come inside the house and chill. We started getting high and drinking that damn Patrón. One thing led to another and he was knocking the dust off this pussy, literally. For the last year it’s been all about us. Recently, we made the decision to move in together. My house has been built from the ground up, so of course he moved in with me. He tried his best to buy me a whole new house. Quanie wants to show Thug, Quaadir and Malik that he can financially take care of me. I had to tell him I can take care of myself. I’ve always had money so that ain’t shit to me. I need someone to take care of my mind, my body, and my soul. Don’t get it twisted, he will most definitely pay bills and cater to me because he already does that. I’m not pressed for money.

  I don’t know how my kids are going to take me being with someone their age. I love them but the heart wants what it wants and I want Quanie. There is no doubt in my mind that he is really for me. Plus, he’s loyal to Thug. Quanie is willing to stop working for him in order to be with me. That says a lot. The only one that knows is my sister, Gail. On one hand, she’s happy but on the other she’s concerned because of our age difference. She’s thinks he might lose interest. I’m not even going to think about that. Right now, I love Quanie and he loves me. That’s all that matters to the both of us. I have been thinking of the best time to tell everyone about me and Quanie. With everything that has been going on, it’s been hard to get everyone together. So I planned a family dinner and every fucking body better be there. The last time we had a family dinner was when Keesha whooped Cassie’s ass. Hopefully, this one doesn’t lead to any punches being thrown.

  *****

  “Calm down, bae. Everything is going to be just fine,” Quanie said, as he watche
d me walking around the house getting things together.

  “I’m just so scared of how Thug and Malik will feel about this. I don’t want them to try to do anything to you.”

  “You don’t need to worry about that. Let me handle Thug and Malik. Right now, I just want to handle you.” Quanie lifted me up onto the kitchen table and put my legs around his neck. He went in full speed ahead making love to the Kitty Kat. That’s another thing, he is wicked as hell with his tongue. He has my body doing things that I didn’t even know it could do.

  “I love you,” he said in between licks.

  “I love you more,” I said, trying to catch my breath as I tugged on his dreads. For about fifteen minutes he ate my pussy and licked me clean after I squirted everywhere. Yes, everything still works perfectly, don’t let the age fool you.

  “Bend that ass over,” Quanie commanded, as he bent me over. I had my hands planted on one of the chairs.

  “Yassss! Just like that, Quanie, don’t stop.” He was going hard in the paint and I could swear I felt this nigga in my chest.

  “What the fuck!”

  “Oh shit, Malik.” I looked up and Malik looked like he had seen a ghost he hurried up and rushed out of the back door. Quanie and I scrambled to get our clothes back on.

  “Let me go out there and talk to him.”

  “No. He has to calm down first. Malik might shoot your ass. I’ll go talk to him.” I ran up to my room and freshened up. The last thing I needed was to smell like sex while I was talking to Malik. The sound of shit breaking downstairs made me rush to see what was going on. Malik and Quanie were throwing hands—I mean blow for blow. I became heated when I looked and saw that these motherfuckers had broken my fifteen thousand dollar China cabinet with all my Gucci dishes inside. I was even madder when I came all the way into the dining room. King, Dutch, Dro, Nasir and Sarge were standing there letting them fight. Not to mention, tear my damn house up. I was too done when Quanie and Malik fell through the damn glass table, breaking it and sending all the damn food on the floor.

  “Really Lil’ Nigga? You fucking my OG.” Malik was throwing punches.

  “Shut the fuck up, Malik! Stop this shit now. Let him go.” I roughly pulled both of them apart but they were still tussling which made me fall in all of the glass, cutting my damn hands and feet up.

  “What the fuck y’all standing around for, break this shit up!” Thug said, as he and the rest of their asses started breaking it up.

  “Oh shit, Ma. I think you need some stitches in your hand.” Quaadir lifted me up and led me to into the kitchen. I was bleeding everywhere so they were all over me. Now, all the girls had arrived and the kids were trying to figure out what was wrong with their grandmother.

  “I’m okay. Take the kids upstairs to their rooms. I need to talk to everybody. Where is Quanie?”

  “Really, Ma? You looking for that nigga. He fucked you good like that. Are you in love with the nigga?” Before I knew it, I had knocked the shit out of Malik.

  “I understand that you’re mad about what you walked in on but what you won’t do is disrespect me, motherfucker. My name is Peaches not Barbie. You got me fucked all the way up. Last time I checked, I’m the fucking parent and you’re the child. I don’t owe you an explanation as to who I have sex with. I called y’all over here to tell you about Quanie and I. We’re a couple and he lives here with me. If there is any motherfucker that don’t like it, you can leave now.”

  “Let me get the fuck out here.” Malik began to walk off. If he thought I gave a fuck I didn’t. He was such a big-ass baby.

  “Stop, Malik! Don’t leave. That’s not fair to Momma Peaches.” Barbie grabbed his arm and tried to stop him. He turned around and slapped her so hard that she fell.

  “Motherfucker!” She jumped up and started wailing on his ass and the rest of the crazy-ass girls jumped in it and started fucking him up. I swear if I wasn’t bleeding I would have got in on the action. My entire dining room was destroyed from all the damn fighting that was going on. The guys were trying their best to pull their wives off of Malik. These Boss Lady bitches are crazy.

  “Break this shit the fuck up. Fuck is wrong with you, Malik? You better calm the fuck down. Real Talk. Don’t you ever disrespect her like that again. Why the fuck would you hit Lil’ Sis like that?” Thug had hemmed Malik up against the wall and was choking the shit out of him. Malik was crazy but he wasn’t that motherfucking crazy. He knew to pipe the fuck down when his big brother said to. Thug is the glue that holds this family together. Without him, we’re nothing.

  “I walked in on that nigga fucking my mother. Why are y’all acting like I’m so wrong for that?”

  “If Quanie is who she wants then so be it. Y’all late anyway. I been knew about them.”

  “How did you know Ka’Jaire? Hearing him say that was a surprise to me. I just knew that we did a good job at creeping.

  “A couple of months ago I came over here to bring you some money. I used my back door key. Instead of me calling your name I just came up the stairs. I walked in your room and you were raping that little nigga. He wasn’t screaming rape, so I knew he was down with it. I had to hurry up and get the fuck out of dodge. I knew that you would tell me when you were ready.” I covered my face in embarrassment. I couldn’t believe two of my sons had seen me having sex.

  “I’m so happy I didn’t walk in on that shit,” Quaadir said, shaking the image out of his.

  “You and me both,” Ta’Jay said, making us all laugh.

  “You go, Momma Peaches. I’m glad you got your groove back. I’m about to go out here and get Quanie. He’s a part of this family now and I don’t care what nobody has to say.” Tahari got up and went to get Quanie. The doorbell rang. She opened the door and an unfamiliar woman and a little girl were standing on the porch.

  “Can I help you?”

  “Yes. I’m looking for my sister, Barbie.” When she said that we all looked at Barbie because, to our knowledge, she didn’t have a sister.

  “Come on in, Chrissy. Hey Zaria.” Barbie rushed to the little girl and started hugging and kissing her all over her face.

  “You must be Momma Peaches. I’ve heard a lot about you, diva.”

  “I haven’t heard anything about you, baby. Care to introduce yourself to the rest of the family.”

  “I’m Christina but I prefer Chrissy Poo and this is Zaria.”

  “Zaria is my daughter, Momma Peaches. I’m sorry I didn’t tell everybody sooner. I have my reasons. Please, just forgive me. I don’t want y’all to think I’m not loyal to this family. I went through some things before I met Malik. I made a tough decision that I now regret.”

  “Fuck outta here,” Malik said, as he punched a hole in the wall and walked out the door. I swear he is paying for all of the fucking damage he has done to my house.

  “It’s okay, Barbie. We love you and, no matter what, we’re a family. We will get past this like we do all the time. Don’t worry about Malik. He’ll come around. Now, come here Zaria. I’m your Grandma Peaches. Take her upstairs to meet her brothers, sister, and all of her cousins.” I should have known it was more to why my baby was lashing out. I need to go out here and find him.

  Here it is I’m trying to tell my family about my new man and I end up dealing with my kids’ shit. A mother’s job is never done. When I looked outside, Malik and Quanie were sitting on the stoop drinking some Remy and smoking blunts. At least they were acting civilized.

  “What we gone eat now, Momma?”

  “I don’t know, Ta’Jay. Call Sharks and order some pans of chicken and fish. Y’all can go in there make some spaghetti and coleslaw. Make some fries for them babies.

  “I’ll help, Momma Peaches,” Chrissy said, as she walked away and joined the rest of the girls in the kitchen. I sat down on the couch and just listened to all the madness going on in my home, fired up a Newport and opened up my Patrón and took a long-ass gulp straight from the bottle.

  “You cool, Ma? You might
need stitches,” Malik said, as he came and sat next to me and kissed me on the jaw.

  “I’m okay. I’ll be even better when you pay for my shit and apologize to Barbie. Obviously, something went on before y’all got together that made her hide her daughter. I understand better than anybody she needs you right now. Go to her, baby. I know that it’s hard, this thing with me and Quanie, but I’m happy with him. Please be happy for me. I love you and nothing will change that.”

  “I love you, too, Ma. I’m cool with this Quanie situation. I had to kick his ass, he was hurting you when I walked in, Ma.” I couldn’t do shit but laugh at this child of mine.

  “Trust me, he wasn’t hurting your mother.” He shook his head and walked away. I was glad when I heard him calling Barbie. I looked up and I saw that Quaadir was playing with his daughters. Keesha was sitting across from him with the look of death in her eyes. If she had a gun, she would probably shoot his ass and it would serve him right. I had already got on Malik. It was now Quaadir’s turn. It was only right I get on his ass, too. I’m very disappointed in his behavior. We haven’t really talked since the incident at his house.

  “Come over here, Quaadir. Let me talk to you for a minute.” He hesitated for a minute but he finally came and sat next to me on the couch. Quanie came and bought the First Aid Kit.

  “I got it.” Quaadir took the First Aid Kit from him and started tending to my wounds. We were both quiet as he wrapped up my hand and put bandages on it.

  “You need to make things right with Keesha.”

  “I tried. She told me it’s over. So, I’m going to respect her wishes. I fucked up and I need to deal with that. I’m going to always make sure her and my kids are straight.”

  “I already know that. She is pregnant and keeping the baby. Most women would be getting an abortion after what y’all just went through. That should tell you something. Don’t give up, baby. Fight for your family. If she’s adamant about it being over then you bow out gracefully and be the best father you can be.”