Hoodwives & Rich Thugs of Chicago 1

by Tina Marie

  “You were out with old ass Olivia partying and shit!” Nicco said, now with anger. Finally, it had dawned on him why I was so pissed at Tam.

  “Nicco, please don’t be mad. I had fun and I only had two drinks, I promise big bro.”

  “Look Nikki, I’m not mad at you for having a lil fun sis. I have no problems with you hanging with Tam, doing y’all girl thang, but you stay the fuck away from O’, you feel me.”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “And next time, you make yo’ way back to this house by Uber, Lyft, or call, so I can get you or send somebody for you. You ain’t about to be in the streets all night like a ho’,” he said.

  “I got you,” she said and slid off the stool. As soon as she vacated the kitchen, I had a talk with my husband about Tam and, when it was all said and done, we both agreed that it was time for her to have her own little spot. She was twenty-one and not a baby and, if she ever spoke to me in that form or fashion again, she’d need help getting up from the floor. As soon as one of our one-bedroom apartments went through a renovation, she would be on her way.

  Chapter Eleven

  Autumn aka Tam

  The music was bumping, so the smoke filled room didn’t faze me. I was on the dance floor doing my thing by myself until I felt a set of hands on my hips, and he pulled me into him. I saw his reflection in the mirror, so I didn’t flinch; I just swayed to the music while he held me. When the song ended, I was about to walk away, but he pulled me back.

  “That’s it? I can’t get another song in?”

  “No, but you can get me a drink?”

  “I got something better,” he said, taking me by the hand. He led me to the VIP section and, if I didn’t hate Cayane so fucking much, I would have resisted and went back to sit with my girls at our table. Jamell, aka Juice, was Kah’s daddy and Cayane’s worst nightmare, but that didn’t stop me from allowing his fine ass to take me into VIP. He was older, almost had me by ten years, but I’d ride that dick if he wanted me to. No one liked him because of what he had done years ago to Kahlan, but that wasn’t my business, so I took a seat as if I didn’t know a thing about him or his past with Cayane.

  He filled a glass with the champagne that was on the table and handed it to me. “So, who you out with?”

  “A couple of my girls,” I said.

  “Yo’ girls? Is Cayane one of them?”

  “Fuck no. I don’t roll with my sister and Cay like that. Those bitches and I don’t hang. Ashlee is more like a mother than a sister. We’ve never rode like that.”

  “Well, that’s good to hear.”

  “Why, because you thought I had something against you too, like the rest of them?”

  He hunched his shoulders a bit and then gave me a devilish smile. That chocolate motherfucker was sexy as fuck, and Cayane wasn’t my damn friend. I couldn’t stand her big mouth ass. She was always trying to check somebody and, when she and Ashlee would tag team on me about shit, I’d wanted to slap the shit outta both of them. Half of the time, shit wasn’t even Cayane’s fucking business, but Ashlee told that bitch every last detail that went on in our house and I couldn’t wait until they were done doing the renovations on my unit, so I could get the fuck out of her house.

  “That’s exactly what I thought and I’m glad that I was wrong.”

  “Let’s just put it this way. Yo’ ex and I don’t vibe like that, so all that shit between y’all ain’t got shit to do with me.”

  “Good,” he said and clanked his glass against mine. I hung out with him the rest of that night at the club and, when he invited to his place to cook me breakfast, I accepted. He lived out in Orland Park, a long drive from the side of town we were on, but I followed him. His house was beautiful and, since Nicco had ran him up out of the game, I figured he was on something legit or just working his hustle else wear. Once inside, he showed me to the kitchen and, yes, he threw down. I ate good and, after the tour of his place, he asked me to spend the night.

  “If I spend the night, will you keep your hands to yourself?” I asked.

  “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” He grinned. That motherfucker was so charming and fine, there was no way I wasn’t going to give him the pussy. I was going to show his old ass some new tricks.

  “If I stay, I want you to make it worth my wild.”

  “Like I said, it’s whatever you wanna do.”

  “Lead the way.” I smiled. I followed him to his master and we showered together. Before we got out of the shower, my legs were on his strong shoulders and my arms were around his neck. My pussy was in his face and he wasted no time making me scream. Juice ate my pussy better than any man that I had been with before and I held on to his head for dear life when I came. That shit was so electric; I thought I’d have a seizure. When he finally released me and let me down, my legs were wobbly. I made my way to his bed and he put it on me so damn good that my mind was blown.

  I thought I’d teach his old ass something, but I was the one who got the lesson and, after my last orgasm, I passed out.

  The next morning, my ringing phone woke me. I looked around trying to focus because I had literally forgotten where I was. When clarity dawned, my phone stopped ringing. My mouth was dry and I needed to go to the bathroom. I sat up and realized I was alone in bed, but that was no big deal. I checked my phone and, when I saw it was only Ash, I put the phone down. I went to the bathroom and got back in bed. I got my phone and went to my messages. The last message was from Nicco, and I opened it and reread it again for the hundredth time.

  HEY BEAUTIFUL, CONTRACTORS R ALMOST DONE WITH UR SPOT. IN A FEW DAYS U’LL B ON UR OWN SWEETIE!

  I knew his words were innocent and fatherly, but I wish that he meant it another way. I was dead wrong for wanting him, but I couldn’t help myself. Nicco was like the finest, most intelligent man that I’d ever known, but he was with my sister. What he saw in Ashlee’s nagging ass was something I couldn’t understand. I mean, Ash was a bit too chunky in my opinion and she had been rocking that bushy ass afro for decades. My sister wasn’t ugly, don’t get me wrong, but I was young, sexy, and a freak. If Nicco would just give me one night, he’d divorce Ashlee’s ass in a heartbeat, I thought and laughed a little.

  “What’s so funny?”

  I looked up to see Juice walking in. He was fully dressed, so I wondered why he allowed me to sleep late.

  “Nothing you’d be interested in,” I said.

  “Okay,” he laughed. “I know that’s code for mind my business,” he said and sat on the bed.

  “Exactly.”

  “So, what’s your plans for today?”

  “Nothing too much, just a lil shopping and more packing. I’m moving into my own place in a couple of weeks.”

  “Oh, you still live at home?”

  “Yes, but I’m about to be on my own.”

  “That’s cool. That way yo’ peeps won’t know you kick it with me.”

  “Kick it with you, nigga, this was just a one-time thing,” I teased.

  “Damn, it’s like that,” he said playfully.

  “Fuck no. The way you had me climbing the walls up in here, a bitch gotta ride that dick again.”

  He undid his jeans. “How about you just suck it for now?”

  His dick was standing tall underneath the fabric of his boxers. As exhausted as I was, I wrapped my lips around his dick and let him murder my throat. I gagged and teared up, but I hung in there and let his old ass know that I wasn’t afraid of him and, when I sat on his face, he let me know that he could handle me too. After the back breaking sex was done and he fed me again, he walked me to my Lexus; I keyed my number into his phone. I drove home then, knowing why Cayane took so much shit from Juice. That nigga could fuck and that’s what made her stay with him through it all. “Well Cay, that dick was mine last night and this morning. Fuck what y’all think about Juice, because he about to be on my roster for a minute slanging dick like that,” I said and laughed.

  The man that I wanted was
off limits, at least for now. I smiled and jumped on the Dan Ryan to get back home.

  Chapter Twelve

  Cayane

  Stretching, I rolled my eyes at the long ass nigga next to me taking up all my fucking space. It had been a few weeks since the first night Chaos stayed at my house and surprise, fucking surprise, he was here again. Watching him sleep, I was making up my mind if I wanted to fuck him or strangle him; I meant literally me having to take the dick and fuck him because he was acting stingy. What the hell? Day one of meeting my boss, he had a dick in her mouth but, me, I can feed him, cuddle with him, but not get sex.

  I rolled onto my side and pushed my fat ass against his dick. I could feel it rock up, but he had the nerve to be snoring and shit. Taking matters into my own hands, I slid out of the bed and went to check on my son. He was curled on his side and covered with his colorful blanket. His night light was still on in the early morning darkness, and I knew I had a few more hours of peace and quiet before he got up. As soon as I was back inside my room, I closed the door and stripped butt ass naked. He was giving me the dick today.

  Climbing on the bed, I pulled his man right out of his boxers and damn near drooled on the head. It was long, thick, and curved. I didn’t know if I would like it, since Juice was my first and last, but I had a feeling I would. Slowly, I started stroking him, making him come alive. Even though he moaned in his sleep, his eyes were still tightly shut. I wasn’t letting his ass have any of my liquor again if this was how he was gonna act. Last night, we binged watched Criminal Minds and he was tearing my Grey Goose up. Slowly, I dropped one of my hands to my clit and started rubbing, since he wasn’t paying attention.

  Suddenly, my ass was being flung back on the bed and Chaos was over top of me. I felt my eyes widen as he just stared. His eyes were clear, so I was guessing his ass was never sleep for real for real. “You want a nigga huh?” his smart ass said before kissing me.

  Anything I was thinking about had flown out the window and suddenly me taking the dick became this nigga taking over. From the first touch, he had me fucked up. His fingers glided over my wet pussy, lightly teasing the shit out of me. I wanted to beg, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. He knew it too. I could tell from the smirk on his face when he slipped one finger inside, then pulled it back out.

  Over and over again, he dipped his finger into my honey pot and back out. Trying to contain myself, I thought about what I was cooking for dinner, my homework, and even what Kah was wearing today, but it didn’t work.

  Before I could try any other strategies, my pussy betrayed me and I was fucking the hell outta his finger, trying to cum. Licking his abs, scratching his back, and biting his neck, I was like a dog in heat. “You want this dick don’t you?” he said low in my ear. Nodding against his shoulder, I hid my face in embarrassment. “Oh, you shy now? Ma, yo’ ass wild as fuck. If I didn’t wake up, you would have been violating me. I should call the damn police. Now, come take this dick; shit, this is what you wanted, right?”

  He removed his hand and replaced it with his hard dick. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust, and I thought my body was going to break in half. Hearing him suck in his breath, I knew he wasn’t expecting this tight ass pussy. I made sure to tighten my muscles a little bit just to choke his shit, even though it almost killed me. “Got damn girl, this pussy is fire.”

  Slowly, I lifted my hips, so he could give me more of the D. This was pleasure mixed with pain. “Ca’Shon, you fucking me so good, please don’t stop.” I came so hard, a few tears fell from the corner of my eyes and my body felt like it was paralyzed.

  “Girl, we ain’t done yet, don’t be a quitter now.” He was talking shit as he snatched me up and laid me across the end of the bed. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down my legs and all I wanted to do was curl into a ball and sleep. I hadn’t had dick this good ever. I was thinking of all the ways I could get him to fuck me every day. Maybe I could somehow drug him, tie him to the bed, and just ride the D when I wanted.

  My thoughts were interrupted when I felt him slide back inside of me. I swear he felt bigger, but I was trying to be a big girl and fuck him back. I knew I was doing something right when he started smacking my ass and pulling my hair. He was about to yank my shit right out of my head, but I was glad I had that effect on him. “Fuck, yo’ shit is so tight. I still don’t like ya ass though,” he said as he pulled out and nutted on my ass. I was just glad he stopped pulling my fucking hair. My scalp was blazing. Before I could respond to his declaration of dislike, I heard someone banging on my door.

  Jumping up, I looked at the clock and cursed low. It was already eight o’clock and I was supposed to be ready to go with Nicco and look at a townhouse. “Who the fuck at ya door shorty?” he said, throwing on his boxers and some basketball shorts. Before I could say a word, this nigga done made his way to open my door like this was his crib or some shit; I swear, he was cocky as fuck. Grabbing my bathrobe from the back of my door, I walked on wobbly legs to the front.

  “What the fuck are you doing here Chaos and why she look like she just rolled up out the bed?” Nicco looked pissed as he stood in my living room in Chaos’ face. “I told you don’t fuck wit her. I warned ya ass and here you stand wit ya dick barely tucked away. All these bitches in the Chi and you had to fuck my wife’s best friend.”

  Before I could tell daddy Nicco to mind his fucking business, all hell broke loose. Chaos walked up on Nicco like he was ready to punch him in the face. “Nigga, you don’t warn me about shit. I’m my own fucking man. First of all, shorty took the dick. Second of all nigga, why you care so much and over here acting like you want to fuck her or some shit? Let me find out you fucking shorty. If I find out, I’m killing ya ass, hers too,” he said, giving me his signature evil look.

  Nicco didn’t back down. He stood directly in Chaos’ face ready to go head to head with him, until Kah wandered into the living room interrupting the two of them. “God daddy good morning, did you bring me a surprise?” He gave us all a toothless smile and I swear everyone’s attitude quickly got right.

  “Hey Kah, I did bring something for you. It’s in the car, so I am going to grab it and come right back. Cayane, you going to get ready?”

  Running in the back, I took the fastest shower of my life. Throwing on a striped pink and cream maxi dress and a jean jacket, I brushed my hair back in a ponytail and threw on some lip gloss. This was as good as it was going to get, I thought as I looked in the mirror; all I could see was that I just got good dick glow surrounding me like a damn halo.

  “I got Kah dressed,” Chaos said, interrupting me. He went in the bathroom next to wash up. I waited a few minutes, so I could watch him get dressed. For some odd ass reason, I liked watching when he got ready. My heart would always sink a little as I wondered if he would come back, today more than the rest since he just fucked me silly.

  Chaos grabbed a pair of True Religion jeans from his duffel bag and threw on a black and white t-shirt. He slid his feet into some black Timbs and put on his chain and earrings that were resting on my dresser. Those New York niggas loved wearing Timberlands. Once he sprayed on his Armani Code cologne, I snuck and looked the other way because I felt my panties get wet. Deciding I watched enough, I went to the living room so I could go.

  Seeing Tam standing next to Nicco, I rolled my eyes. Lately, her little ass been on one every fucking time I see her. “Hey Chaos,” she cooed and waved her manicured hand.

  “Sup,” he said before turning to me. “You want pizza later or you cooking?”

  “Pizza please,” Kah said, jumping up and down as he came from the back. I hid my surprise when I noticed he was wearing True Religion jeans and a black V-Neck shirt with white writing.

  “Here Kahlan,” Nicco said, handing him a bag from a sneaker store. He tore into it like he didn’t have a room filled with shoes. He pulled the latest Air Jordans from the box and his face fell.

  “Thank you,” he mumbled before sitting them on the c
ouch.

  “What’s wrong Kah? You always love when I buy you the new Jordans. Are you still feeling sick?” Nicco looked confused, and I felt the same damn way. My son was never ungrateful and rarely unhappy.

  “It’s just that I wanted boots. Like the ones Chaos always wears.” He sounded so sad, as he looked up at the man he was coming to care about. I felt like someone had dumped cold ice water over my head. As much as Chaos be telling me how he don’t fuck wit me or like me, he was the opposite with my son. He treated him like a king. He even bought him his own game system the other day and they would play together after school.

  “Come on Kah, turn that frown around son. I got you,” Chaos said, ruffling his curls and causing him to laugh. Nicco’s frown deepened seeing them play around, and I felt bad. “Matter of fact, I’m about to get a line up at the barbershop; why don’t I just take Kah for a while and you can go check on the place?”

  The thought of my son going anywhere with a man that wasn’t Nicco had my heart racing and I felt like I was going to faint. All I could think about was watching his father drive into oncoming traffic with my baby with him. “Not this time Ca’Shon. But thank you, that’s really sweet.”

  He looked thoughtful for a few minutes, and I was ready to get cussed out. But, surprisingly, he put his arms around me. “It’s ok, I understand.”

  “Well shit, I don’t! So, because his raggedy ass daddy tried to kill him and remember he is fine now, he can’t go no fucking where? Why everyone always babying him and Cayane ass? Shit Chaos, if you want a kid to hang out with, I will buss it open and give you a few little ones.” Tam was dead ass serious by the look on her face. Before I could slap the taste out her mouth, Nicco popped her in the back of the head.

  “Who is raising you to be a hoe? It sure as hell ain’t me so cut it the fuck out. Go get ya ass in the car, so I can drop yo’ ass off.” She went to open her mouth and say something, but Nicco opened the door and damn near shoved her outside.