Forbidden Love With a Thug III (25 page)

With an attitude, she reluctantly reached over on the nightstand and picked up her phone. When she saw that it was Larry calling, she rolled her eyes and answered while Lance was still on top of her.

“Hello,” she answered professionally, trying not to alarm Lance.

“Yolie, I got the money, but that ain’t what I’m callin you for,” Lance said anxiously.

“Okay, so what can I help you with?”

Larry paused for a minute and said, “One of my homeboys say they saw Spaz a few minutes ago.”

Larry’s words hit Yolie like a boulder and she instantly felt paralyzed. She hadn’t spoken to Spaz since he asked her to meet him in Mississippi, but she was sure that he was pissed off.

Yolie wiggled herself from under Lance and signaled him to give her a minute. She got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom. She was so shocked, she could barely move her legs.

“How do you know it was him?”

“Cause he at my homeboy house chillin’. I thought you said he was dead.”

Coming up with a quick cheesy lie, Yolie said, “That’s what someone told me.”

Yolie looked at her bedroom door then paused.

“Meet up with me tomorrow so that I can get my money.”

“That’s a bet,” Larry replied.

Before he could ask more questions, Yolie rushed him off the phone and stood in the middle of the hall. Yolie wasn’t sure about how to handle things, but she knew that she had to figure something out soon.

The reality of what Yolie had done and what she was doing was starting to hit her hard. She had stolen from a man who was in love with her. She took his money and built and empire around his people. Most of her connects were his. She was sure that Spaz now knew what was going on.

She also knew that there was a possibility that when he found her, he was going to make her pay.

July 10, 2016

Chapter One: Kimberlyn

The party…

Tonight was Gang’s party, and I was so excited to just let loose and actually get drunk. Matikah and I let my grandmother know that we would be having plenty to drink, so she agreed to come get us if Goldie was incoherent, as long as it was no later than 2am. I loved that my grandmother gave us our freedom; it made it hard to make bad decisions because we didn’t want to disappoint her. But she’d raised us well anyway, so we weren’t in the business of being trifling and scandalous.

I brushed my fresh press down and let it lightly sweep the middle of my back. Tonight, I was wearing a long sleeved crop top in gray, with skinny jeans, and sandal stilettos. I parted my hair down the middle, and wore gold for my accessories. I wanted to be cute, but not too flashy, and Gang was already interested, so there was no need for me to go all out.

“Cute,” Matikah walked into my room with my grandmother right behind her.

Matikah had her long dark hair in its naturally curly state, and she was wearing a black tube top with the matching pencil skirt. She wore sandal stilettos as well, except hers were black and mine were a pewter color.

“Thank you.” I winked and then slipped my big gold hoops into my ear. “You look cute too. Is Goldie on her way?”

“Yeah, she’ll be here in about ten minutes.”

Goldie lived in a neighborhood named Mattapan, so she was about ten minutes away from us. It was convenient as fuck because she was the only one of the crew who had a car. I just hated that she controlled our trips sometimes, because she loved to do hoe shit. And if you didn’t want to be a part of it, you either had to catch the bus, find a ride, or suck it the fuck up.

“Make sure that girl takes y’all straight to the party, and do not let her drive y’all home unless you know she’s sober. Call me if she’s not,” my grandmother stated as she stood in the doorway of my room.

I nodded my head and sprayed my Juicy Couture perfume all over my body.

“Do me,” Matikah walked in and spun around as I sprayed her with the perfume.

HONK!

“That must be Goldie’s ignorant ass.” My grandma shook her head and walked away as Matikah and I laughed.

I grabbed my little clutch, gave myself one more look in the mirror, and then left out to go party.

We pulled up to the venue on Boylston Street, and we could hear the loud music all the way inside Goldie’s car. It was literally drowning out what we were listening to.

“There is a park.” I pointed, and Goldie zoomed to it and swooped in.

“Let’s smoke one before we go in.” She smiled and reached into her glove compartment, crossing over me.

“Nah, I’m not trying to roll up in there smelling like a dime sack. Let me out.” I shook my head, and Matikah scooted to the door closest to the curb, signaling she agreed with me.

“Square ass bitches.” Goldie sucked her teeth, put the weed away, and then unlocked the door.

Goldie looked nice in a white dress that I’m sure she bought in a smaller size because it was hugging her small frame like crazy.

The line to the party was all the way down the sidewalk, and I was thankful that I didn’t have to wait. Tonight the streets were busy as fuck, and I guess because this was a club street basically, it seemed so crowded and loud.

“I’m Kimberlyn Harrey, I should be on Gang’s guest list,” I said to the bouncer.

He declined to respond and just looked down at his clipboard for a few moments. He then pulled out this white thing, and waved for my hand before stamping it.

“Says you have two guests?”

“Yes, this is Goldie Taylor, and Matikah Jacobson.” I pointed over my shoulder. He stamped their hands, and then pulled the rope away for us.

“Damn, bitch, you’re already enjoying the perks of being Gang’s girl.” Goldie nudged me and I chuckled.

The three of us danced our way into the party, moving our bodies to “Still Here,” by Drake. I looked around until I saw a big ass VIP of niggas, but I didn’t see Gang. I saw there were four guys dressed really nicely, but in dark colors. They were drinking, smoking, and getting lap dances from some girls, all while their homies partied up too. They stood out from their friends though. A sudden feeling of nervousness came over me as I wondered if they were the Quintons. Why was I nervous?

“That’s them,” Goldie whispered to me.

“Who?” I frowned, halfway knowing the answer.

“Her obsession.” Matikah rolled her eyes and checked the time on her iPhone.

“Oh, the Quinton’s.” I nodded and looked back up there.

I couldn’t make out their faces, but something about what I could see was very attractive. I loved men who were well dressed, and all four of them were. Their calm demeanor spoke volumes, and although I hated to admit it, I was interested. I wanted to be over there, but I knew it was unlikely that I’d gain entrance.

“There’s Gang, Peel, and Peel’s girlfriend, Hayden.” Matikah pointed upwards.

“Come on,” I huffed.

We all held hands in a line, and rushed up to the VIP where Gang was sitting with Peel, Hayden, and a couple of random homies. Gang was the King out here, so every nigga wanted to be his homie, and bitches wanted to be his girl. To make matters worse, he was sexy.

“Sup boo,” Gang smiled once I neared him, then stood up to hug my body tightly in his strong arms.

“Hey, you look nice.” I blushed.

“Thanks, I try, and so do you.” He bit his lip and then pressed his mouth against mine. I never felt sparks when I kissed him, but he was cute, respectful, and had money, so I was gonna work with him.

I cupped his chin lightly as we kissed, and then pulled away to see his friend Monica glaring at me as she danced in some nigga’s lap. I was sure she didn’t like me, but Gang said that wasn’t true. Something told me she had a crush on him despite them both denying it.

Goldie, Matikah, and I then sat down, and started making ourselves different drink combinations with the free liquor.

“I think I’m gonna go over there,” Goldie said as she stared into the Quinton’s VIP.

“And get turned away,” Matikah scoffed, making us both laugh.

“Yeah right, bitch, do you see me? Them niggas would be fighting over me.” She then leaned into us to whisper, “Gang is small potatoes compared to them niggas, look how they got signs saying
Happy Birthday Lendsey Quinton
, when it was initially Gang’s party. Gang don’t run shit but the dummies who are fooled by knots of cash and nice cars.”

I looked over at the Quintons along with Matikah and Goldie, while taking in what Goldie said. I mean it had to have some truth to it. When this party was announced, it was just a little bash that Gang was throwing together. Then when word got around that the Quinton boys would be in attendance, that’s all people talked about, and now the party wasn’t even for Gang anymore.

I turned to Gang, who was bobbing his head to the music, and asked, “I thought this was your party? Why is
Lendsey Quinton
everywhere?”

“It’s his birthday, and since we’re cool, I let him use this as his birthday party.” He shrugged.

I nodded and then looked over at Peel and his girlfriend, Hayden. She was grinding her ass in Peel’s lap, but her eyes were locked on the Quinton boys. I wasn’t sure which one, but I could see in her face that Peel was the least of her worries. I just watched her for a little bit more, before explaining to my friends why Lendsey’s name was everywhere.

“Gonna go to the bathroom,” I whispered to Gang and then said the same to Matikah and Goldie before getting up.

I walked around the couch, and then went into the nice luxurious bathroom in the VIP. After relieving myself, I washed my hands, and then made sure I was still looking good. I was a little tipsy, but I planned to get a little bit more buzzed.

Coming out of the restroom, I bumped into someone and their body felt like steel. My eyes trailed from their torso up to their face, and I swear it was mesmerizing. Smooth deep caramel skin, bluish gray eyes, perfectly lined up beard and mustache, and his cologne smelled like it cost $2000 a bottle. He wore a black baseball cap, but a fancy one, a black long sleeved button up with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show his watch, bracelet, and tattoos. On his bottom half were a pair of dark jeans that weren’t too snug or too baggy, and black shoes. He had on a pinky ring, which sounded ugly but just complemented his look.

“You ain’t gon’ say excuse me?” he grinned and almost blinded me with his perfect smile and white teeth. He could be a tooth model. He rubbed his beard and waited for me to respond, then sipped his drink.

“Actually you were standing in front of a door sir, so technically you must’ve wanted to get bumped into,” I spat.

He moved closer to my face, making me back up and hit the wall lightly. He chewed on his gum, and I could smell how minty it was despite him sipping some dark. Looking me up and down, that beautiful smile finally appeared again. He placed his tatted arm against the wall, blocking my right side.

“Maybe I did wanna get bumped into, by you.”

“Well then, umm, don’t expect me to apologize.”

He laughed and threw his head back, before looking down at me again.

“What’s your name? I like you.”

“Kimberlyn.”

“I’m Tarenz, but people call me TQ.” He bit his lip and I almost fainted.

My breath seemed to get caught in my throat when he said his name. Had I known who he was I wouldn’t have come at him like that. Seeing this nigga in the flesh gave me full understanding of why all the bitches in Boston went nuts for him. If his brothers even looked a teeny bit like him, I knew they were fine as fuck.

“TQ, nice to meet you.” I responded in a much nicer tone than before. I was gonna shake his hand, but mine was trembling too much.

“Who you here with ma?”

“My friends.”

I didn’t mention Gang. Who the fuck is, Gang? I’m a terrible person
.

“Come chill with my brothers and me, you can bring your friends.”

“TQ I’m actually here with a guy friend too,” I admitted, although my pussy, heart, and mind was telling me to forget about Gang.

“What I just say?”

“To come chill with you.” I smiled and so did he as he chewed on his gum with his fine ass. “Okay, give me a couple minutes.”

“Okay, two minutes.”

I started off, but he grabbed my small hand into his and yanked me back to him lightly. Snaking his arms around my small frame, he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“You better come back.”

“I will,” I moaned, almost eyes closed and everything.

He let me go, and I rushed back to get Goldie and Matikah. Since I didn’t want Gang to hear, I grabbed their hands and pulled them off the couch.

“What? You almost made me spill my drink, Kimberlyn,” Matikah spat.

“TQ just asked for us to come chill with him and his brothers.”

“Okay Kimberlyn, I know you had a couple drinks boo, but yeah right,” Goldie laughed and nudged Matikah so she could join in.

“Fine, don’t believe me but he said I had two minutes and I don’t wanna make him wait.” I walked off, and best believe their asses were right behind me.

I tensed up once we got close to their area, but a smile tugged at my lips once TQ stood up and waved us three in. He grabbed my hand, pulling me close, and then let his hand rest on my small hip, giving me goose bumps.

“Kimberlyn, this is my brother Rhys, his girl Summer, and my other brothers Lendsey and Britain. This is the homie, Jayce.”

“Nice to meet you Rhys, Summer, Britain, Jayce, and Lendsey.” When I looked at Lendsey he was eyeing Matikah like she was piece of moist ass pound cake. “Umm, these are my friends Goldie and Matikah.”

“Matikah, welcome to my party.” Lendsey stood to his feet and towered over her. I rubbed her back to make her respond because I thought she would pass out.

They sat down next to one another, and then TQ pulled me into his lap, catching me off guard. I was sure he could feel how nervous I was.
Stop shaking, Kimberlyn!
Goldie sat down on the couch across from us, and she was giving me a look that said I needed to be careful. I didn’t care though; I just didn’t care.