Who Do You Love?: Trapped in Love with a Thug

by Tatyana Jhane'

  “Well, he ain’t gonna be living long enough to do that anymore. I’m glad we never fucked with him and that Bishop had us hooked up with the Cubans, that’s why our money’s so long now. But we gonna make sure that’s who it is when these niggas come in here,” I said.

  I sat back and quietly thought of what I needed to do to protect my baby. I knew that she wanted to kill him, but I didn’t think that I could let her do that. I didn’t even think that she could really go through with it. She’s not ready for what killing does to you. It’s made a nigga so cold hearted I didn’t even know that I could fall in love.

  “Wassup boss?” My thoughts were interrupted by Frank, Shawn, and PJ walking in for our meeting.

  “Thanks Frank for cleaning up that mess earlier,” I said and threw him five stacks.

  “You’re welcome boss, you know I got you,” he replied.

  “Okay, so who knows a nigga named DeShon?” I asked first then PJ spoke up.

  “Man, that’s that crack head nigga that used to supply the streets,” PJ said. That’s exactly what I thought. Was that nigga so caught up in the coke that he lost his mind? How could Tanesha not notice that he was off the shits? It was clear as day.

  “First off, I need y’all to find out if he is alive or dead. If he is alive, bring him to me. He has to be touched. He shot my girl this morning and I popped him, but I didn’t have time to see if he was alive or dead because I had to get her to the hospital. But I need to kill that bitch made nigga,” I said.

  “Damn boss, I’m on it.” Frank was the first to speak up. I fucked with this nigga the long way because he was always down to ride. He just didn’t give a fuck.

  “Aight, bet. Hit me up when y’all know something. And keep this house on lock; I don’t want any more fuck ups,” I said as I dismissed them. When they left, I thought long and hard as to whether or not I was gonna tell Brandon what Tanesha said to me earlier. I decided to go ahead and tell him because I wanted to see what he was going to say about it.

  “Man, you will never guess what Tanesha said to me earlier,” I started. “She said she wants to kill DeShon herself. What you think about that?”

  “Shit, she should! That nigga tried to kill her. Maybe if he’s alive and they bring him to us, we can let her torture him or something. Honestly though, killing ain’t for everyone. She may not be ready for how it makes you after you do it. It could change her life forever,” he said. What he said really stayed on my mind because I was thinking the same thing. I really didn’t think that she was ready for it and I didn’t want the one woman that I loved with all my heart to change that way. I really didn’t know what to do.

  Chapter 6

  Mo

  The events that had been happening the last few months really had me feeling some type of way. I fell in love with the man of my dreams the same way that my best friend did, and had some great sex, only to go to work to find out something was going down with Tanesha. Then I get to Tanesha’s house to see that my bitch had been shot by her ain’t shit ass nigga. I was glad to see that Ace had shot him as well, but I didn’t think that DeShon was dead. His people had been looking for him but obviously, they weren’t doing their job right. Ace and Brandon were gonna have to handle them niggas that they put in charge to search for them. It’s been way too long to not know what was going on. It was crazy because I had this eerie feeling about this whole thing like something was not going to go well.

  I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was not right as I headed to our shops to close them for the day. I couldn’t think about that though. I had become a very busy lady while she was still recuperating. Even though it had been a few months, she still couldn’t fully operate. She does makeup for a living and the arm that she got shot in is the one that she uses the most to do it.

  “I knew it!” I screamed as I looked around at Tanesha’s store. It was a fucking mess and I already knew who was behind the shit. He didn’t waste any time, and that was for sure. Robbing and trashing her store was a bitch move though. I didn’t understand why he would do this over a damn break up.

  I was going to call Brandon to tell him what was going on and to make sure that he did something about it. We had been going strong these last few months and I really loved his fine ass. I pulled out my Galaxy S6 and smiled as I seen a text from him.

  Thinking about you baby. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

  “Hey sexy lady,” my man said when he answered the phone.

  “Baby, we got a problem,” I sighed. Sensing that something was wrong with me, he quickly got serious. He really did not play about me and made sure that I knew that he would always protect me and mine.

  “What’s going on, baby? Let daddy know so I can fix it.” Despite of everything going on that shit made my panties wet immediately. I had to give him some pussy later on, but I put that thought in the back of my mind.

  “That nigga robbed and trashed her store. The shit is fucked up, babe. He wrote on the window that he is coming for all of us,” I told my man. I knew he would be pissed.

  “Come to my house now. You’re staying here for a while. I’m gone handle this nigga. He don’t fuck with me, what belongs to me, or my niggas. He got a hot bullet waiting on his punk ass. What kind of nigga did bitch shit like that? Stealing makeup? Really?”

  My baby was mad; he was talking a mile a minute. I told him that I was going to my house first then I would come through.

  When I got to my house, there was a box on the front porch. I didn’t know what to make of it especially with all of the shit that went down today, so I prayed over it before I opened it. When I opened it, I was shocked at what I found. It was a picture of me looking at the store. I hurried and got enough clothes to go stay with my man for a little while because I was feeling more and more scared to be alone. I was scared and nervous about what was to come next.

  Tanesha

  I now knew for sure that DeShon was not dead, Mo confirmed it. What I was unsure of though, is why he was sending shit to Mo’s house. She didn’t have shit to do with this. Maybe he is trying to get to me through her and he knows that I do not play about my best friend. I have fought many of her battles and I wouldn’t hesitate to do the same right now, but I never have to fight for her because she can hold her own. However, I’m still overprotective. I really don’t have to fight her battles anymore though because Brandon will but I still got my bitch back.

  I hope that DeShon doesn’t try no shit with her though, ‘cause I ain’t having it. I was pissed the fuck off when Mo told me what that bitch ass nigga did to my store. What kind of “real nigga” did that? To make matters worse, I found out that he wasn’t about any of that middle man shit that he was claiming to be and that he was really a coke head. I don’t know how he pulled the wool over my eyes for so long, but I guess that’s what love did to you.

  I ain’t worried about his ass anymore because I had been inseparable from Ace since day one. He treated me like a queen, fucked me like a porn star, and talked to me like we were best friends. What more could I ask for? He never came home late or smelling like other bitches and for the first time in my life, I trusted a man one-hundred percent other than my daddy. I now knew what love was and I was falling more and more in love with him every day.

  I stepped out of the hot shower and cleared all the thoughts I was just having. I felt so good after the shower. As the fog faded from the mirror, I started to comb through my wet hair when I noticed my nipples were getting pretty dark. I didn’t know if I was tripping or not but it was pretty weird.

  I started to think about these dreams that I was having about killing this nigga since it happened. Oh no, I didn’t forget about that one bit. Ace thought I did though. He never gave me an answer and just fucked me when I asked him about it. I’m gonna kill that nigga as soon as I find him though. He went into hiding as soon as he found out that the person who shot him was the most dangerous nigga in the DFW. It doesn’t matter though, because he was a dead ma
n walking.

  After I peed for the fifth time since I woke up a few hours ago, I wiped myself clean and then went into me and Ace’s bedroom. I laughed at what I saw next. My baby was lying on the bed butt ass naked with a hat on his 10-inch dick. These last couple of days I was super horny so I just knew I was about to suck that shit. My pussy was soaking.

  “Baby, what your crazy ass doing?” I laughed.

  “Trying to make my baby smile! I missed you while I was gone,” he said. You would have never known that Ace was like this. My baby was a very private person and he didn’t let but a select few in his business. My favorite thing about him was that he always showed me a different side of him than he did to everyone else. I was his baby and I got the sweet side out of him. He was really a sweetheart to me and even though he tried to act hard with me, I always got my way and I always rewarded him like I’m about to do now.

  I dropped my robe to the floor showing him my naked body. “Baby, your titties looking good and full,” he said noticing the change in my body as well. I’ve just been getting a lot of dick lately; dick does the body good, I thought.

  I walked over to him and straddled him, kissing him passionately in the mouth. I loved this man with everything in me and I couldn’t wait to one day be his wife. I started grinding up and down on his hard dick while kissing and sucking on his neck. I started to kiss and lick down his stomach until I made my way to one of my favorite spots on his body. I started massaging his balls while sucking the head of his dick. I put the whole thing in my mouth inch by inch and had my man’s eyes rolling to the back of his head. I took him out of my mouth and started sucking his balls. I loved doing that to him because he could not take that shit.

  He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I was so wet I didn’t even want him to lick it. I wanted him inside of me now. He found his way into my opening and started going to work. “Damn baby, your shit is wetter and tighter than it’s ever been,” he said. His shit felt even better than it had before, too. Maybe we were really just into the shit or something. He started hitting my spot and I couldn’t take it anymore. I knew he was about to nut and so was I. After five more pumps, we both came.

  “Damn baby, that was good,” he said kissing me.

  “I know, baby. You hungry?” I asked him, knowing that my baby already was, so I went downstairs to cook for us because I was hungry too.

  By the time he came downstairs, I was fixing his plate. I made candied yams, cabbage, mac and cheese, and barbeque chicken.

  “Damn girl, I thought that you were just going to make something quick. I wasn’t expecting this,” he said. I didn’t plan on making all that either, but I just was really craving that so I made it. I had to talk to him about something and that was the reason I sexed him so good before I said it, so that he couldn’t try to fuck me so I could forget.

  I set his plate and drink down and sat down with him at our dining table. “We need to talk, babe,” I said.

  He set his fork down and asked, “What is it baby?” I knew that he already knew what I wanted to say because we had been talking about it off and on for a while.

  “Baby, I know that you already know what I want to talk about so just tell me why you don’t want me to do it,” I started off by saying. He was not going to get let off so easy this time. No sir, no way.

  “Okay, here’s the deal. You make me feel like less than a man by asking me that. You make me feel like I can’t protect you, baby, that’s why. You are going to be my wife one day and a husband is supposed to make the wife feel safe and protected and if I can’t do that, then what the fuck do I need to marry you for? I am the most dangerous motherfucker in the DFW—niggas fear me. Why you think that bitch ass nigga hasn’t shown his face since? You just now finding out he alive, I’ve been known, and you’ve been safe ever since. Let me protect you baby, damn!” he said. I knew at this moment that he was pissed and that we were about to have our first argument, but fuck it. I was really feeling some type of way at this point. He was so selfish and he didn’t even know it but I damn sure was about to let his “Most Dangerous” ass have it.

  “Baby, that has to be the most selfish shit you have ever fucking said to me!” I yelled and I could tell that he was shocked but I wasn’t through with his ass. “So I get shot and played out by this motherfucker and because I want to get him back, I am making you feel like less than a man? Did he try to take your life or mine? I have a right to want to kill his ass, as do you, but I want to be the one who does it. Why can’t you see that?”

  I got up and walked away from the table crying. “Why the fuck am I even crying?” I asked myself. I was tripping lately and feeling some type of way about everything, and of course my baby noticed and came to me to talk some sense in me.

  “Baby, I never thought about it like that and I never want to fight with you. I’m sorry that I didn’t think about your feelings. Let’s compromise. When I find him, I will bring him to one of my spots and then we can handle him together, baby. How about that?” he asked me. I nodded my head because that was better than nothing and since we both got out how we felt, it was no need to still be mad. So we went back downstairs to eat.

  As we ate, I started to feel nauseous at the smell of something in the air. I didn’t know if it was the food or the drink, I just couldn’t stand it, so I excused myself and went to lay down in our bed. I had to figure out what was wrong with me.

  Chapter 7

  Brandon

  When Mo finally got here, I was pissed at what she told me. That nigga was going way too far fucking with my baby. Like, I don’t know why he would go after Mo because she didn’t have anything to do with him and Tanesha. But now me and him have a problem. I protect my girl at all cost, so I’m gunning for him even harder now.

  I gotta let this nigga Ace know what happened so we can find this nigga. I pulled out my phone to call him.

  “Wassup my nigga?” he answers on the first ring.

  “When I find this nigga I’ma fuck him up!” I said. I was mad as fuck! Nobody fucks with what is mine. Niggas in the DFW know what it is. They know what is off limits and they still tried a nigga? Really?

  “Whoa, who you talking about fam?” he asked confused and concerned.

  “That nigga DeShon. He robbed and trashed Tanesha’s store and then he had the nerve to have a box with a picture of Mo looking at the store. The fuck? Now she all scared and shit. Why the fuck would he do that to her?” I said getting madder just by even talking about the shit.

  “What the fuck! Nigga, I don’t know, but he gotta go. Real shit! Meet me at the trap in 30 minutes,” he said and we hung up the phone.

  I went to go find my baby and tell her what was going on.

  Baby, where are you?” I asked.

  “I’m in the bathroom, honey,” she replied. I walked in the bathroom to see my baby butt ass naked in the Jacuzzi tub, and of course my dick got hard, but I didn’t have time for that—not even a quickie.

  “Damn baby, you look so good,” I told her. “I will be back soon, keep your phone on you and make sure you keep an eye on the cameras. I am going to put the alarm on so you should be safe. Call me if you need me, baby, and I will be here as fast as I can. And if you’re good, I’ll give you some of daddy’s dick.” She laughed at the last part but told me okay. I love making my baby smile. I have to put my game face on because it’s time to end this cat and mouse game that we’ve been playing. We need to get this nigga like yesterday.

  I go in the closet and put on my Levi 501 cargo pants, with a white polo shirt and some Jays, and head out to my car. I decided to take the Audi R8 Spyder; I just purchased this car and it’s by far my favorite. As I’m on my way to the trap, I feel like I am being followed by this black sedan, so I take a detour. I make a quick left and so does the sedan. I make a quick right, and so does the sedan. I decided that if the car does one more thing that I do, I’m blasting it, so I make a U-turn and so does the sedan. I pull over to the side and it slowly passes me,
and I start letting off shots at it. The back window busted and I put a hole in the tire. The car went out of control for a little while but then it got back and left quickly. I didn’t worry about following it because there was no point. I got my point across and that’s all that matters.

  I got back on track to go to the trap house, not realizing that someone was watching the whole thing go down.

  Chapter 8

  Ace

  I couldn’t believe that someone was following Brandon. I bet they know better now than to follow him. I can’t help but think that this is still this nigga, DeShon. He’d better get his shit together and have his little fun now because when I catch him, it’s on.

  He’s doing all this over a breakup? What a pussy. I shot him only because he shot my girl, and now he has to die but he put that on himself. All he had to do was leave and everything would be okay, but he had to go on that crazy shit. I will show you crazy when you fuck with what’s mine.

  Once I got to the trap house, I noticed everything the way that it was supposed to be. I guess them niggas learned not to fuck with us since the last time we were here. We don’t play that dumb shit. I called for Frank, Shawn, and PJ to meet me in the office again so that we could see what DeShon’s ass was doing and where he was at.

  Once Brandon got to the trap, he came back here to the office and dapped us all up. I could tell he was still pissed from when he called me and told me that someone was following him.

  “Real shit. We better get that nigga and soon ‘cause I got a couple bullets I need to dump in his ass,” Brandon said. “I don’t think that it was him that was following me but I know he has something to do with it. And I can’t shake the feeling that someone was watching the whole thing go down.”

  “Frank, where y’all at on everything?” I turned to ask him.