Forbidden Love With a Thug III (10 page)

“I know man, I know and I got it. I swear I won't keep no shit like that a minute longer.” He nodded as his face began to perspire.

“Good. Get the fuck out of here.” I let him go and he booked it to the vehicle he drove. “Bitch ass nigga.”

I hopped into the truck and drove the boxes straight over to the theatre, then loaded them in the back room with our workers Danny and Ranio. I went ahead and let them get started, because I had to go check out the trap on Delamore Place real brief before coming back.

“How is everything?” I asked as I stood by the door, waiting to leave.

“It's going good. Nothing looks fishy because the theatre is bringing in a lot of money. But I think soon we will need another business. Kill is pushing way more weight than Axel ever has,” Ranio responded as he banded a thick wad of money.

“Aight, I will let him know. Get to these boxes and I will be back in like an hour, I need to check something out.” They both nodded and I checked out the window to make sure it was clear before leaving.

Getting into the truck, I put on my seatbelt, and then sped down to the trap. As soon as I parked, I saw a couple niggas get up from the porch and run inside. I locked my gun into my waist, then jogged across and down the street to see what was up. I wasn't in the mood for any bullshit today, but I was ready to send a couple bullets through some skulls if I needed to.

“Yo, where is Sass?” I questioned the three niggas who were inside, trying to keep busy like I just didn't see their asses sitting on the porch.

“He umm, he went, he's in the bathroom,” one of them pointed to the back of the house.

I knew some bullshit was going on, so I rushed to the back. Before I even got to the bathroom door, I heard a bitch moaning like she was being murdered.

BOOF!

I burst off into the bathroom, and almost shot his stupid ass when I saw him fucking some bitch on the sink. She screamed when I took my gun out, and hopped down off the sink.

“Eli man, what the fuck?” Sass hurriedly buckled his pants.

“Come out this fucking bathroom!” I barked and walked out with the chick right on my heels. “And you need to go!” She rushed out of the house before I could even finish.

“Eli man, what are—”

“Shut the fuck up and tell me what you told Navid!”

I knew now that the big dogs weren't dropping by, these fools would be acting a fucking monkey. They knew smashing bitches in here was not something that they could do. I wanted to slap his stupid ass across the face with my gun, but I decided against it since there were more important matters at hand.

“I told him someone came through trying to rob us for a couple keys. At first he was trying to be cool about it, but when we wouldn't budge, he got mad and pulled his heat out.”

“Fuck did he look like?”

“White boy, skinny, and he seemed like he was some cokehead.”

“Did you get the impression that he wanted it to smoke, or like he wanted it in order to sell?”

“Like he wanted to sell it, because he was trying to cut a deal and shit. Like on some repeated basis. He wanted to pay us some money weekly for product.”

“And you didn't ask him any questions like why or who he was working with or for?” I frowned.

“Yeah, Mick did, and he just said he wasn't working with no one or for anyone,” Sass shrugged.

“Fuck! Look, if you hear the names Portland or Sonny mentioned, let me know immediately. Hit my line as soon as you hear that shit aight?”

“Aight, I got you, boss.”

I left out and then got into my car to head back to the theatre. I had no idea who was behind this shit, but I knew that white kid was sent to do what he did. Thank God Sass and Mick were seasoned and loyal, because any other nigga would've cut a deal. Someone was trying to sell our product and take our territory at the same time, and I wasn't sure who. Blow said Portland and Sonny had their own shit, so why would they send someone to get ours? Shit! I was so lost, and that was not a good fucking sign.

The next afternoon…

Unbeknownst to Kill, I was meeting with my brother to talk. Kill didn't want me speaking to my brother for some reason, and before we'd somewhat made up I was cool with that. I had a feeling it was because his cousin had stolen Ivy, and in my opinion that wasn’t reason enough. But now, after thinking, I realized that being apart from Portland would make my mother very unhappy. Raleigh opened her big ass mouth when she went to visit her, so when I went she got on me about not speaking with my brother. I couldn't say I was only doing this for her though, because I did in fact miss him.

I walked into Firestone Roasting House on South West Street, and spotted Portland sitting down already. Adjusting my purse strap on my shoulder, I made my way over to him. We exchanged smiles, but when he got up to hug me, I put my hand up to stop him. We definitely were not there yet, and I didn't know if we would ever be.

“Okay,” he chuckled lightly as he sat back down. “How are you?”

“I'm good Portland, you? Anything new going on in your life?” I raised a brow, wondering if he was gonna tell me he'd gotten some bitch pregnant. Ivy had already informed me, but I doubt his dumb ass knew that.

“Nah, just been living my life and shit, missing you though, Jersey.”

“Whatever, Portland.”

“Are you guys ready to order?” A waiter appeared and set down two glasses of fresh ice water. We put in our order, and then once he walked away, we turned our attention back to each other.

“So why am I here, Portland? I know you didn't miss me that much, you never wanted to hang out like that unless you needed something from me.” I cocked my head.

“Not even, I just wanna know how life is going for you? Is that nigga treating you right or what? You've always been very easygoing Jersey, and from what I hear, Kill Cam isn't. I wanna make sure he's not taking advantage of you.”

“He's not, and when have I ever been one that someone can walk all over, Portland?”

“Women change when they fall in love.”

“They do, but you change for the better when it's the right man. I'm sure you would know nothing about that with the way that you’ve dragged Ivy through the mud.” I sipped my water.

“Funny.”

“Who is the girl having your baby, Portland?” He looked at me surprised, and then exhaled heavily. “Yeah, I knew, I was just waiting for you to tell me which you obviously hadn't planned to do.”

“Don't worry, Jersey, it's not the same girl Kill got pregnant.” He wore a smug expression before sipping his water. After looking into his eyes for a bit, I stood up to leave. He rose with me, and then grabbed my arm lightly. “Jersey, I'm sorry. Look, sit down so I can talk to you. I didn't come here to fight; I actually came here to talk about making peace, baby girl.”

I snatched my arm and sat back down.

“What the hell are you talking about making peace? It's not that deep between you and me, Portland. You're making it sound like some fucking war or something.”

“Look Jersey, you know who your man is, right?” He leaned in.

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“No, do you really know?” He stared into my eyes, but I stayed silent, not sure what to say exactly. “Kill is a major distributor for Delaware shorty, and he can have someone killed with the snap of his fingers. Right now, he's kind of drumming up a war between his crew and me and mine. I'm begging you to talk to him, or I may end up dead.”

“What? Kill wouldn't do anything like tha—”

“Jersey, you don't know the half of what your child's father is capable of. Do you know he just stabbed some guy up at Delaware Tech? Killed him in broad daylight, shorty, and came home to sleep next to you like nothing happened. Your man is unhinged, shorty, and I need you to help me out. I'm your brother.”

I began to breathe harder than before as I processed everything Portland was saying. I knew Kill was doing something with drugs, but Portland was painting him to be some sort of murderous kingpin. He killed only when someone was threatening him or his family, like with Trixie. He didn’t go around just shanking people. That wasn't Kill, he wasn't that type, and I would prove it. The stabbing at Delaware Tech was brutal and didn't connect to Kill at all. So if he did do it, he was cleverer and sneakier than I thought.

“I'm sure you're over exaggerating, Portland, but I will talk to him about you and see how he feels. If he’s as big as you say he is, you shouldn't be a problem to him. You're not doing anything to provoke him, are you?”

“Hell no, ma, I was trying to work for the kid but he refused because of his brother and cousin. I tried to explain that I didn't care about his cousin dating Ivy, but they didn't believe me.”

“That's not true though, Portland, you do care.”

“I know, but I was saying anything to get down. The point here though, is that I'm scared for my life, and I need you to calm your boy down. He's not right in the head, Jersey. Just think, what kind of nigga would stab someone in the middle of the afternoon? What kind of man gets shot in the middle of a busy area? He's not what you think. He's way more vicious baby, and I need you to be careful. You piss a nigga like him off, and it won't matter that you're his baby mama and fiancée, he'll off your head in no time.”

I swallowed hard, but then forced a smile on my face.

“Like I said, Kill is not what you think, but I will talk to him.”

***

I'd finished having lunch with my brother, and had yet to stop thinking about what he’d told me about Kill. I knew Kill; he was my man, my baby daddy, and the guy that I loved. He would never do the shit that Portland said he would, and he would never start a war with my brother without my knowledge. I knew he didn’t care for him, but that was where it stopped. Kill didn’t seem to dislike my brother enough to murder him.

I entered the den to see Kill typing on his computer. When I got closer, he looked to me out the corner of his eye, and slammed it closed rather quickly. I ignored that and sat down next to him.

“Where is the baby?” I asked before he kissed me sensually.

“She's asleep. Where'd you go?”

“I went to school to work on some stuff and print a large document. I didn't want to use up all of our ink at home, I know you need it,” I smiled and he kissed my neck. He then began unbuttoning my shorts, while sucking on my neck, making my pussy get wet immediately. “Kill, wait.” I nudged him back.

“What's up?” he furrowed his brows.

“Did you stab someone at Delaware Tech?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Why would I have done that? What could possibly make you think that?”

“It's just a rumor going around, that's all.”

“Lies, but I won't press you. Why do you wanna know that? I don't even know anyone at Delaware Tech besides Cheyla and Ivy.”

“I know, I just heard a rumor. Umm, everything at work good? No enemies?”

“That's not your job to worry about all that.” He yanked my ankle so that I was now lying down, and then got between my legs to finish unbuttoning my shorts and kissing my neck. I guess I would have to find out once his dick wasn't hard.

Chapter Six: Raleigh

Jersey, Cheyla, and I were out to lunch at Walter’s Steakhouse, because we just wanted to talk and relax. I was at a really good place in my life, just like them, so I wanted to get out in the sun and enjoy it. I also wanted to ask Cheyla about the guy who shot at us the night that we went out. I told Shea about it, and all he said was that he would have one of the little homies take care of it. I rolled my eyes at thought.

The waitress set down our food, and we all held hands and said grace before digging in. I loved Walter’s, and I remember when my parents were still together, my dad would bring us here a lot. It was very nostalgic for me.

“So did anyone talk to their boyfriends about that night?” I asked before placing a piece of steak in my mouth.

“I told Kill, and all he said was that he would take care of it,” Jersey shrugged.

“Same, Shea just said he would have the little homie do it. They clearly don’t think it’s a big deal,” I shook my head.

“Because it’s not a big deal. Loren is just a corner boy, and nothing more. I’m sure one of the little guys they send to get him will be just enough,” Cheyla snapped a little, making Jersey and I chuckle lightly.

“Relax mama to be, that baby has you on one,” I half joked with a smile, and Cheyla rolled her eyes as she ate some mashed potatoes.

“Portland was telling me that Kill and his brothers are starting a war kind of, with him and Sonny,” Jersey sighed.

“Yeah right. Portland and Sonny are the least of their worries,” Cheyla frowned and continued eating her food.

“I agree,” I nodded.

We continued to grease down, when suddenly someone sat in the empty chair next to me. The three of us looked over at the pretty girl who was staring a hole through me. I looked to Cheyla and Jersey hoping they knew her, but when I saw they wore confused expressions as well, I knew they had no idea who this weird bitch was.

“Can I help you?” I covered my mouth since I was still chewing.

“Would you be able to talk for a few moments outside or something?” she smiled and pointed outside.

“What is this about?” I furrowed my brows.

“Shea.” She stood up and then sauntered outside, giving all of us full view of her huge ass. I paused and closed my eyes, before getting up and following her outside. Once we were both out there, she cleared her throat. “How do you know Shea?”

“Excuse me? I know him because he’s my boyfriend. How do
you
know Shea?”

“Your boyfriend?” she chuckled loudly, throwing her head back. “Girl, since when? Because I was his girlfriend before he went to jail, and I was still his bitch after, ask around about Mercedes.”

“Oh,
you’re
Mercedes. I know about you,” I chuckled and shook my head. “Shea used to fuck with you, and now he doesn’t so get over it.”

“Oh he doesn’t? Because I just fucked him a couple weeks ago, boo.” She raised a brow. I couldn’t tell if she was lying or not. I wished she had have said a date that wasn’t so far away, because then I may have been able to remember what he was doing that day.

“I doubt it.”

“Doubt all you want, but keep fucking with my man and we are gonna have problems! I’m the one who held him down, and I’m the first person he hit up when he got out! You should know firsthand how horrible it is to steal a man from his family.”

“What?”

“Didn’t your daddy get stolen from ya mama, Raleigh? Let Shea go so he can pay more attention to me and our unborn.” She rubbed her flat stomach, and then turned on her heels.

I covered my face to get my emotions in order, and then went back inside as if nothing happened. I didn’t know what to believe. Ka’Shea worked all hours of the night, and it was possible that one of those nights he’d slid up in Mercedes. I knew she wasn’t pregnant though, just by the way she’d said it. It was obvious she just said that to get under my skin.

“What was that about?” Cheyla questioned while she looked outside as if Mercedes was still standing out there.

“Nothing.”

We finished dinner, and then went to the nail shop and movies. I wanted to be out for as long as possible, because I didn’t want to be sitting at home waiting for Ka’Shea that long. I wanted to only be there for a little bit before him, so that my mind wouldn’t start drawing up scenarios.

When I got home, I took a hot bath, gave myself a little facial, and then brushed my teeth. After spraying on some body oil mist, I slipped into my pajama shorts and top, before crawling into bed. While I was lurking on Ka’Shea’s Instagram, he finally walked in, making me jump slightly. Belly flopping onto the bed, he pulled my ankle and then kissed my thighs. I couldn’t help but smile down at him.

“Wait Shea,” I nudged his head once I saw he was about to get right to eating my pussy.

“What’s up?” he frowned, and I could tell he was annoyed.

“You know we’re exclusive, right?”

“We better be, because if not, you need to stop stashing clothes and taking baths at my fucking crib, shorty.”

“Have you fucked with Mercedes since we’ve been together?” I asked and he exhaled before running his hands over his face. I already knew the answer. “Wow.” I shook my head.

“Look, when you say together, do you mean like when we officially said the word and shit? After I was out of jail? Or do you mean while we were talking when I was locked up?”

“No, I mean after you got out and we started fucking.”

“Okay cool. Nah, I haven’t smashed her since we made it official. I fucked her as soon as I got out, and a couple times after that. But as soon as you came over that night and said you and Sonny were done, I haven’t touched her.”

“Promise?” I grinned and so did he. He was gorgeous.

“I promise, ma, I told you I’m all about you. Now come here.” He yanked me down towards the edge of the bed, and then climbed between my legs to kiss me. “Oh, and we got that Loren nigga.”