Justify My Thug
JUSTIFY MY THUG
Copyright © 2011 by Wahida Clark.
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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
All praise is due to the creator. I thank him for Yah Yah, my consultant and the most gifted visionary I know. My staff and Street Team who has sacrificed and will sacrifice at the drop of a dime. Lil' Wahida, Hasana, Al-Nisa, Rachman, Omar, Kisha, Wanda, Sabir, Dewey, Hadiyah and Jimil. The extended Street Team and staff, Hakim (Silver Stars) Al-baeth, Sherry, Razzaq, Aminah, Lindsey, Marie and Samad.
Karen Thomas, my editor since my first publishing deal. Thank you so much for sticking by me. Latoya Smith thank you. From The Agency Group Molly Derse, Sasha Raskin and everyone else behind the scenes. Intelligent Allah, (Lickin' License) I told you that you are a blessing and a very thorough editor. Buckey Fields, (The Ultimate Sacrifice) thank you for reading and sifting through everything I send you and a super big thanks for your feedback with Justify.
Marc Gerald thanks for introducing me to Cash Money Content. Slim, Baby and Vernon, let's do this. Let's show them how this is supposed to be done, how we do it!
To my family, moms, Aunt Ann, Aunt Marva, Aunt Ginger, dad, lil' brother Jabree. Melvin, dude, finish your book!
To the WCP Team, those here and those to come, y'all picked a winning Team. Take advantage of it.
JUSTIFY MY THUG
TASHA
I desperately wanted to scream, click my heels together and make myself disappear. I felt him. I could always feel his presence and I tried to tell Trina's ass that he was coming.
“Girl, chill and let me get this dick,” she whined.
Well I listened to her and now look what the fuck chillin' got me. When I saw Trae I wanted to shit on myself. Thanks to her I'm now in a standoff between my husband and my possible baby daddy. Things were about to go from bad to some CSI shit. If Kaylin wouldn't have slammed the door and locked it I'm positive that Trae would have started blasting. I couldn't prepare my mind to get into argument mode because my missing niece Aisha called. I was hoping that it was some kind of a sick joke, but deep down inside I knew it wasn't. That was definitely Aisha calling her Auntie Tasha. She knew my cell number by heart because she used to always call to ask if she could come over to spend the night. I dialed the number back and somebody
answered the phone and then immediately hung up. I called again but it went straight to voicemail.
That's when I panicked, rushed to the door and snatched it open. Trae was pacing back and forth, looking like a pit bull, but I didn't give a shit. I said, “Trae, I just got a call from Aisha. She wants me to come and get her. When I asked her where her mother was she said she thinks she's dead.” He looked at me as if he didn't know who I was.
“Trae, did you hear what I just said to you? Our neice Aisha was just on the phone. I called the number back and the first time someone answered and hung up. The last time it went straight to voicemail. Call from your phone to see if you can get through. Maybe Marvin will talk to you. Something isn't right, Trae.” I held up my cell phone displaying the number that Aisha had just called me from. What I had just told him must have finally registered. He snatched the cell phone from me and came into the apartment. Before he could hit the redial button on the phone, he looked up at Kyron. Everybody got quiet and we all held our breath as Trae and Kyron stared each other down. They stood not even ten feet from one another. The tension between them was suffocating. The silence had grown loud and I exhaled a sigh of relief when Kaylin spoke.
“Kyron, let me holla at you in the back,” he said.
“Kay, not now,” Kyron snapped, never taking his eyes off of Trae.
Kaylin, just like me, knew exactly what was about to happen. Somebody was getting ready to die.
“Nigga, I said, let me talk to you in the back for a minute.” Kaylin gritted.
“Naw, baby boy. I ain't tryna talk right now. I got a plane
to catch. Kendrick, let's bounce, son!” Kyron said, nixing his brother off.
Kendrick went and grabbed his belongings out of Trina's bedroom and then walked over to Kyron. They both headed for the door. When they got close to Trae, Trae swung and hit Kyron in the face. I thought I heard Kyron's jaw crack. Trae followed up with another punch but this time Kyron weaved out of the way. He countered with a few punches of his own and the next thing I knew, they were all over the apartment tearing shit up. Kay and Kendrick struggled to break the two of them apart. Since Trina was screaming at the top of her lungs about them fucking up her apartment, I didn't hear my phone ringing. I happened to glance at the caller ID and I saw that same
859
number. It had to be Aisha again and thanks to these niggas fighting over pussy I missed her call. At that moment I was like, “Fuck both of them niggas,” and I lost it.
“Stop it! Stop it!” I screamed, “Kyron you get the fuck out!” I went over to him and pushed him towards the door. “Get out Kyron!” I then pushed him out the door and Trina got rid of Kendrick. My niece and sister are missing and y'all acting like bitches.” I then turned to Trae. “Trae, I need you to call Marvin and get me some answers.” By that time I was so mad I started crying. Thankfully the phone rang again and thank God it was Aisha.
Leave it to the Queen of Drama and my best friend since the seventh grade, Tasha Macklin, to wreak havoc on everyone's lives, especially her own. I usually don't mind her antics because, they keep me entertained and rarely does she do shit on a small scale.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my girl to death and it's one thing when it's her and Trae's bullshit, but when it starts to spill over to me and my husband Kaylin, I'll be damned if I'll let her fuck up me and mines.
My circle is real small. It's just me and my three girls, Tasha, Kyra and Jaz all from Jersey. Each of us ended up with hustlers, Kyra with Marvin and Jaz with Faheem. Kaylin and Trae, who are like brothers, are from New York. They wasn't no block niggas either. They hustled hard, moved up the food chain, got money, and went legit. Me and Kaylin remained in New York while for the last few years Tasha and Trae have been living in California. I didn't want Trae to drag her clean across the country, that's where all this damn drama stemmed from. If they would have kept their asses in New York with me and Kaylin, they wouldn't be ready for Divorce Court. From what I was able to piece together, Trae allegedly got caught cheating with some Asian bitch named Charli Li. When Tasha found out, being the Queen of Drama that she is, she went ballistic and obviously went for revenge. But this bitch didn't go for subtle revenge. You know, sleep with another nigga and keep the shit to herself and move on with her life, type revenge. She didn't just fuck with some random nigga, she kept it close to the family and hooked up with Kyron, Kaylin's brother. Then to add insult to injury she gets pregnant.
Drama.
I had no idea Tasha was going to sleep with Kyron. But you can't convince Kaylin of that since he knows that Tasha and me have always been thick as thieves and we tell each other everything.
Newsflash
. The ho ain't tell me shit and now my man is threatening divorce because he has it in his big ass head that I kept this from him. I'm like what ⦠the ⦠fuck? And then
the next thing I know Trae leaves Cali and shows up at our home in New York to fill Kaylin in on their drama. Oh, the plot thickens. While he was here, he somehow found out that Kyron had just left for Cali and before I know it, him and Kaylin are off on the first thing smoking to catch up with Kyron and to do God knows what.
Shit was crazy. I still can't believe it. Hearing from Trae about Kyron and Tasha creeping was one thing, but to actually catch them together was a beast of a different kind. It was like watching the
Animal Kingdom
on TV and knowing that the gazelle was not supposed to hang out with the lions.
I still asked myself,
how did this shit happen right under my nose? And why didn't I see it coming?
Even though I asked the questions, deep down inside I already knew the answers.
I knew all about the problems Trae and Tasha were having. They were the same problems that many married couples go through. So when Tasha told me that she needed a little space and wanted to crash at my spot for a little while, I had no problem with that. Shit, after all, we are family. Having my brother Kyron, who had recently come home from Upstate, in my house as well, I never thought it would be a potential disaster waiting to happen.
Kyron knew that Tasha was taken. I told him that she was Trae's wife the day we picked her up from the airport. It never crossed my mind that he would disrespect the game and not treat her as if she was off limits. And I damn sure didn't expect Tasha to cross that line. I thought he'd be content with Mari, the lawyer
chick he bagged while Upstate. We all know talked about how she did the last seven years of his bid with him. I never thought that he'd shit on Mari and Trae like that. All I know now is that I really don't know my brother anymore. Years in the bing done put Kyron on some real grimy shit.
Kyron would always tell us to never shit where you eat and family first. If somebody would've asked me about a month ago, what were the odds of Tasha and Kyron fucking, I would have said a million to one. And I'm glad that no one ever asked and I never put money on those odds because I'd be a broke muthafucka right about now. I feel totally disrespected.
