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by Shvonne Latrice




  Good Girls Love Thugs 3

  A Hood Romance

  By

  Shvonne Latrice

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  Prologue: July Woods

  I didn't say much this whole time, but I was furious when them holier than thou niggas killed my baby daddy Trenton; then when I finally found happiness again in Harley, they offed him too. They thought life was sweet I bet; that's funny. Since my life was hell, I planned to make them and their bitches lives hell as well.

  I was 25 with no job, since I couldn't strip anymore, and I had a new baby with a dead baby daddy. I had no friends either, since Paris and Gina disappeared. Oh yeah, I was gon’ ruin these bitches one by one. You probably guessed that I was starting with Christy's ass. She is the reason my nigga is gone. She is the reason for a lot of things. Trenton and I were doing great, until she decided to leave him. I thought it was a good thing, until this nigga start tripping. That's all he talked about, and that’s all he wanted; bum ass Christy. To top it all off, she put hands on me in the club in front of everyone.

  I called my sisters and twin brother, who lived an Atlanta, to come help me end these muthafuckas, and they agreed. April and Adrienne were my twin sisters, and would do whatever I told them. Not to mention, they were beautiful as hell. Soon as them King brothers laid eyes on them, they'd be putty in their hands. Who'd be able to deny twins that looked like Christina Milian? Let me know when you figure that out. Anyway, I had so much shit that would fuck their lives up, that it made me smile at random times. As for my twin brother June, once he heard me crying on the phone about being a single mother cause of these niggas, he was on the first thing smoking. I was so excited to have my sisters come out here and join my brother and I. By the time we finish with these fuckers, we will be infamous for taking that whole family down. Get ready muthafuckas. By the way, it wasn't French who hung Tia's snake ass! Ahhahahahahhahahahahahhahahah.

  Chapter One: Kendreeis King

  I threw my body over the gearshift, burying my head by the passenger foot area. I stayed laying down as the bullets riddled my vest. I was thanking God, and begging him at the same time, not to let one hit my head. It was nighttime, and I had on all black, so I guess they couldn't tell where their bullets were hitting. They were obviously too scared to get out the car and make sure their bullets were landing. The longer the shooting went on, the madder I got. It took everything inside of me not to sit up and fire back. The last bullet grazed my temple, scaring the shit out of me–almost literally. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the shooting ceased, and I heard tires screech. I laid there for a minute or two longer, just in case. I slowly sat up to look out my busted ass windows, and there were no cars in sight. I ran the light, which was now red again, and sped to my house 30 miles away. I been told Jules to move away from around here; niggas was reckless over here. They would kill a nigga for no reason, just to say they bodied someone.

  I arrived home and sat in my car with the engine running for a second, in disbelief at what just happened. God must really be on my side, cause any other nigga might've been dead. My temple was burning some, but it wasn’t nothing I needed to go have checked out. The thing that worried me the most was not being shot at ironically, but the fact that I had no idea who it could be. I mean, random niggas was jealous, but they knew to respect my brothers and I regardless. Ain't no muthafucka ever tried to just run up and kill one of us; besides Houston, and that was one of his minions that hit Kendrick.

  I finally pulled my car into the back garage, and text my brothers about what just happened. I walked into my dark house, and closed the door quietly. I went into Kaleeini's room and kissed his cheek as he slept. I would feel like shit if I left this world with him being so little. It was important for a young man to grow up with a father. I walked to my bedroom and as soon as I came in, Morgan sat up. Her pretty face beamed at the sight of me. Even though the room was dark, I could see it. The sight of my girl always calmed me.

  "Finally baby," she smiled, getting out of bed. She stood on her tiptoes, and hugged me around my neck. I picked her up, and kissed her soft lips.

  "Babe. I need to tell you something," I told her, while holding her up. She had her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms around my neck. I laughed at the fact that she wanted me to talk while holding her like this. "I'm gon’ put you down, okay?" I smiled.

  "What is it?" she said, looking worried. I exhaled heavily before speaking.

  "On my way home from Jules spot, some car pulled up on the side of me, and let off about a million fucking bullets into my car.”

  "Ah!" she yelped, covering her mouth. Tears immediately welled up in her eyes. "I'm okay though ma," I half smiled and grabbed her hand.

  "But what if you weren't?" she cried. "Kaleeini and I would be alone. I would miss you. I would lose my mind."

  "Calm down baby. It's okay. God was watching over me," I told her, pulling her close. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard.

  "You want some tea? With almond milk, and whipped cream?” she smiled, sniffling and standing up. I told her my mother used to make me that whenever I had nightmares.

  "Yeah thanks babe. You remembered?" I said in a low tone as I looked up at her a little surprised.

  "I remember everything about you. I love you," she said as she exited the room. That's why she was the love of my life.

  We drank the tea she made, and fell asleep soon after. She wanted to cuddle face to face tonight, and I didn't protest. No matter how hot and sweaty we got, she wouldn't let us stop cuddling each other. I needed to find these muthafuckas, because there was no way I could leave my family behind.

  Chapter One: Kendrick King

  Ever since some randoms tried to do a drive by on Kendreeis, we been watching our backs like crazy. Thank God we listened to my father and uncle about being more protective. Dreeis wore a bulletproof vest, and since he ducked quick enough, the bullets only hit his body and grazed his temple. I thank the Lord every night that he spared my brother’s life.

  I was so tired of niggas coming for us, because it was so disrespectful! Who in the hell made these niggas think they were even on a level to take us down? I didn’t know, but if they wanted war, they was definitely gon’ fucking get it.

  First it was Houston's old bitch ass, who hired some people to run me over, and had me in a coma for months. Then while I was in the coma, my girl Nic's ex-boyfriend decided to kidnap and rape her. Lastly, some grandpa ass nigga named French kidnapped my brother's girls and tried to put them on the hoe stroll. Luckily, I bodied all three of them nigga; but now, it was fucking with me as to who rolled up on my brother Kendreeis. French didn't have many people out here, and the ones he did have, we blazed them niggas. It was much worse not knowing who was after you.

  I sped to my home with my thoughts racing, trying to think of every person that could possibly want to take us down at the moment. I had my ear to the streets, and got nothing. This shit was s
tarting to frustrate me. I pulled up my driveway, and parked my whip in my garage around back. I swear, I had to live like I was Clark Kent, hiding my Superman identity. Everything I did had to be done using a specific strategy, due my choice of lifestyle.

  I walked in and smelled spaghetti, and it instantly made me smile. Nic and I were finally married, and I’d had no lip out of her since. I walked into the den and saw our son, Kendrick Jr., in his playpen making all kinds of noise. It was funny to me that baby’s really thought the shit they said made sense.

  "Hey little man!" I said, picking him up and slightly tossing him in the air. He laughed and drooled on my face. "Ugh man!" I said, tickling his little fat stomach. I wiped my face and headed towards the kitchen so we could eat. "Hey wife," I said to Nic, planting a kiss on her lips. I placed KJ in his high chair and sat at the island.

  "Hey babe," she beamed.

  It really felt good to see how happy she was to be my wife. It was also a little ego boost too. Ha. She was five months pregnant with baby number two, and I couldn't be happier. She walked over to me with my plate and drink.

  "You look beautiful, Nic," I smiled. I made sure to tell her that, because whenever she was pregnant she thought she looked fat in everything, when she really didn’t. She was naturally small, so it was hard for her to look fat. She always kept her same body; it was just her stomach that expanded.

  "Yeah right, but thank you," she said, pulling a chair in front of KJ's high chair to feed him.

  ***

  "This feels so good," Nic smiled as I massaged her feet while we sat in the Jacuzzi bathtub together.

  "I see that. You look like you about to cum over there," I joked.

  "Yeah well maybe I am," she said, smiling seductively and leaning her head back.

  "Well that is always the goal ma," I laughed, and so did she.

  "You are so nasty," she smirked.

  "And you love that shit too," I bit my lip, making her pretty face blush. We finished our bath and walked out to the bedroom naked. I dried my wife's body off, and kissed her stomach. "Can't wait to meet you man," I said to her stomach.

  "Another boy? I hope I get a girl next time, and then I will be done," she smiled, looking down at me.

  "Nah, we won't be done. We agreed on five," I laughed.

  "That was before I actually carried a child. This is way too tiring to do five times," she smirked with her hand on her back.

  I walked her over to the bed and sat her down. I opened her legs and planted kisses on her thighs until I reached her pussy. It looked so good it made my mouth water. I planted kisses on it and began to lick and suck on her clit.

  "Kendrick baby," she moaned softly.

  I went full speed ahead, attacking her shit while holding her leg up a bit. She came, and I kept my pace as if she hadn't. I licked and sucked harder, then slowed down to make love to it. I kept switching it up like that, and felt her body tense up.

  "Ahhh, oh my God!" she moaned. "Kendrick I ca–" she attempted to say as she shivered violently, cumming all over my mouth.

  I licked her clean, then stood up. She released my dick and went to work, sloppily gliding up and down my shaft. She moaned while she did it, as if it felt good to her. The feeling of her tonsils had me ready to bust already. I grabbed the back of her head and guided her mouth up and down, just the way I liked it, as she played with my balls.

  "Fuck ma!" I moaned louder than I liked to.

  I came hard as fuck, and she swallowed it up while still sucking, making sure to get it all off. She stood up and I laid on my back, guiding her down on my dick.

  "Ahhh," we moaned in unison as her tight, wet walls bear-hugged my dick. She glided up and down on it, nice and slow, making me moan. Nic already had some good shit, but her being pregnant made this pussy an award winner!

  "Ahh! Babe!" she yelled out as she came on my dick.

  "That’s right. Now how many babies you gon’ give me?" I asked, holding her waist down and plowing into her in an upward motion.

  "However many you want daddy!" she moaned, and we both exploded together.

  "That’s right," I said, pulling her down for a kiss, biting her bottom lip, and turning her on her back for round two.

  Chapter One: Nic King

  For my second year of college, I decided to take four online classes, and one on campus class. Kendrick didn’t want me to because I was pregnant, and the campus required a lot of walking. I begged and begged him, so he finally agreed. I was studying business in hopes of opening an upscale nail bar one day, since I loved nail art and designing them. I used to do mine and my friend's nails all the time in high school.

  It was Thursday, the last day I would have to come up to the school for classes this week, and boy was I happy. I didn't want to say anything to Kendrick, but I was tired of dragging my fat hungry ass around this big ass school. I was on my way to the student union to get a snack, because I just couldn't wait until I got home to eat; my unborn baby and I were starved. I spotted a bench seat, and decided to sit down because I needed a quick intermission before I finished this decathlon to the union.

  "Is it okay if I sit here?" I asked the girl sitting on one end.

  She shook her head yes without looking up at me. She was light-skinned, with really long, brown, curly hair. She had on a cute, short dress and flip-flops. She was scrolling on her iPhone, and I saw a tear drop from her eyes onto the screen.

  "Are you okay?" I asked her. She sniffled, and then wiped her tears.

  "Yeah I am okay," she looked to me and smiled. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

  "You don't look okay?" I replied, concerned. She laughed, letting a tear fall.

  "I'm not okay," she said, and broke down into tears. I scooted closer to her and rubbed her back to console her.

  "You want to talk? I was gonna go get some food, we can eat together," I offered. I didn't mind consoling her, but I needed to eat too.

  "Yeah sure," she said, sniffling.

  We went into the student union and got some pizza. I had been wanting this cheesy greasy stuff all day. We found a table in the union that was in a slightly secluded area.

  "I'm sorry. I hope I didn't throw a curve ball in your day,” she said, putting parmesan cheese on her pizza.

  "No, not at all," I bit into my pizza and closed my eyes to savor the taste. "This is so good!"

  She laughed, "Do you love pizza?"

  "No. Only when I'm pregnant." We laughed in unison.

  "You're pregnant? I can't tell!" she said, surprised. I had on short jean shorts and a button up that stopped where my shorts did. My stomach was only visible when I wore tight tops, dresses, or … shit–anything but these button ups.

  "Yeah, I'm only five months right now," I said, chewing this bomb pizza.

  She shook her head yes, while chewing her pizza. "How old are you?"

  "I’m 19, until my birthday in a couple months," I answered, sipping my Dr. Pepper. "You?" I gulped. I didn't even like soda, but when I was pregnant, I craved Dr. Pepper.

  She laughed at my hunger. "I'm 21…today."

  "Oh my gosh! Happy birthday–wait, what is your name?" I asked, and we both laughed.

  "Deija. Yours?"

  "Nic. Nice to meet you Deija," I said, biting my pizza.

  "You too Nic," she smiled and sipped her drink. "Are you married?!" she asked, gesturing towards my 13-carat diamond ring.

  "I am," I smiled. "To the best nigga in the world!" I half joked, making her laugh. Kendrick really was that nigga–in my eyes. She immediately got sad, and started to eat her side salad. "Why are you at school on your birthday, Deija?"

  "Nothing else to do," she said, looking down at her food.

  "Your family or friends don't celebrate your birthday?" I frowned.

  "Well, my family is in Memphis, Tennessee. I moved here a couple months ago with my boyfriend. His mother passed, so we moved here to be closer to his father."

  "I see, and why isn't he doing anything for yo
u for your birthday?" I frowned.

  She chuckled, "Because he forgot, like usual."

  "How long have you guys been together?" I asked, concerned. What kind of nigga forgets his girlfriend’s birthday, especially the 21st birthday?

  "Four years," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't even know why I came here with him. I only did for our daughter Kameko, so she could be with her daddy."

  "You love him?" I asked, already knowing the answer. If she was still calling him her man and he forgot her birthday, she had to love his ass.

  "I do," she laughed, and tears started welling up. "He says he loves me too, but he sure doesn't show it."

  "Yeah I see. He forgets your birthday and he expects you to believe he loves you?" I shook my head and scarfed down my salad.

  "Well, that's the least of our problems. He’s cheated on me more times than I can count, and I've had two girls tell me they had his baby."

  "Oh my God! What the fuck?! And what does he have to say?" I had actually stopped eating due to the bombs she was dropping.

  "Same bullshit all guys say, that they just trying to break us up and all this stuff."

  I shook my head, cause I really felt bad for her. I thought back to when Kendrick cheated on me with that hoe Paris. I couldn't imagine feeling like that all the damn time, and then knowing he had babies he didn't claim. We continued to talk until we finished our food.

  "You have a ride home?" I asked, getting up.

  "Well I did. My man was supposed to pick me up an hour ago, but I guess he forgot that too. And he isn't answering calls or texting back."

  This nigga was the worst, I couldn't imagine if Kendrick was acting like that. I wasn't gon’ talk shit about her guy though, because as much as I loved Kendrick's ass ain't no telling how much of his bullshit I would put up with. People always say what they would do, but you really don't know until it happens. I always said if I was cheated on, I would give no second chances, and with Michael I stayed true to that, but with Kendrick I just couldn't. I loved him too much and knew he was sorry; plus, I know I would hate for someone to have come and tell me I needed to leave him for that, so I wasn't gon’ do it to her.

 

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