She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (3 page)

As bad as I wanted to fuck
, I could tell that she didn't, so I just ran my hand over her pussy for a second. I then rested my hand on her stomach and laid my face in her hair.

“
Yo’, you can’t tell yo mom you are staying with yo’ homegirl for the weekend and just chill with me?” I asked her. I was ready to gain her trust! Ready to pop her cherry! Ready to collect from Jay!

She looked away like she had to think on it.
“Yeah, I can tell her my home girl, but …” she paused and pulled away.

“Man
, I’m not gone rape yo’ ass! I just want somebody to chill with while I’m on house arrest.” I pointed to my ankle and smirked.

“
Yeah, I can do that,” she said as she turned to face me.“Can I use your phone?”

I handed her my phone and looked away as she dialed the number.

“Hey
, mom, I’m staying with Em so I can go to cheer practice. Yes, her mom is here she is the one who insisted I called,” Venice whined into the phone before she ended the call. When she was all done, she laid and went straight to sleep.

Chapter 2

ITALY

I hung up the phone with my sister. We always called each other when we would stay out late. That way it made people think someone cared about us. I won’t lie and say I didn't feel guilty for lying, but I would have felt more shame if he knew my mother was a crack head that rarely came home herself.

I closed my eyes
and just took in his scent. It was something about being in his arms that made it easy for me to fall in a deep sleep.

Hours later, I woke up in his bed alone. Deuce was sitting in his chair playing his video game.

“Damn
, Ma’, you were sleepy as fuck I see!  My nigga came by and dropped off some food. You hungry?”

I was
starving, but I really didn't want to eat in front of him. I got up and went in the bathroom.

“Tooth brush?” I yelled out
.

“
Cabinet! My mom always put like 3 in there.”

I
laughed and looked inside. I grabbed the white tooth-brush and couldn’t help but to go through his little things. I looked at his deodorants, colognes, and other stuff before brushing my teeth. 

I freshened up and came out the bathroom
.  Deuce was lying in the bed. I sucked it up and tried to pretend like he wasn’t fazing me. I snatched the bag of hot chips from his hand and lay next to him. He turned on Netflix. I still kind of felt shy around him, but I was starting to open up.

“Nice looking out with
the gun,” he said. He pulled a blunt and lighter from the nightstand. He tossed the lighter back on the table and took three hard pulls. He motioned for me to come to him, and he kissed me with the smoke in his mouth. I could feel myself getting lightheaded, but he didn't pull away so nor did I.

“
Um, ma’ you like that?”

I
giggled and laid back on Deuce. Taking the blunt,I took a pull and blew the smoke out like it was a cigarette.

“
Naw, Ma’, hold that shit in.”

He took
the blunt, took another hit, and kissed me again. I was tingling all over and so ready to strip to let Deuce have his way with me. I ran my hands down his stomach and stopped at the band of his shorts. He put the el out and ran his hands over the seat of my panties.

Deuce
stopped me and got up to pee. While he was away, I slipped out of my panties and lay under the cover. I wasn’t sure I was ready for sex; I just knew it felt so good with him. I felt safe, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t been hinting that he wanted it.

He came back in
to the room and took his wife beater off. He went to cut the light off, and then lay beside me underneath the covers. His cold body was directly against mines.

“Move
Deuce, you’re cold!” I whined, loving the way his body felt next to mine.

“So what
!”

I felt so good as we la
y together while watching movies and eating junk food. Just as I dozed off again, he slipped his hands on my pussy and just rubbed it. I could feel my breath leave my body, and I didn't want to stop him.
This was it, he was about to make me a woman;
I thought to myself as he started to slide his finger in me.

“Ouch
ou ou, Deuce no,” I cried out. He only had one finger inside of me.

“
Alright, stop yelling!” he kissed my face and moved his hand away from off me. We lay down for another twenty minutes before he attempted again. I sighed, and Deuce stopped. He turned the TV up, and we didn't talk.

As soon as I fell
asleep, I could feel him move. He tossed his pillow on the floor and lay down on the hard wood.

“
What you doing?”

He put his leg
up on the bed and looked up at me.

“
I’m propping my leg up. Shit hurts!” he said and laid back onto the floor.

“
Deuce, what's yo’ real name?” I asked softly. I didn’t know if I feared asking or that he wouldn’t tell me.

“Why?”
he laughed. My feelings were hurt; I became embarrassed. I quickly turned over and pulled the blanket over my head.

“Sacario Lama Alton
Jr.; hence the name Deuce. I’m the second. No one calls me that; not even my parents. I just always have been Deuce.  My mom would call me Sacario if she were pissed. After my dad got locked up, I think saying the name would make her sad, so we just say DEUCE. Now tell me something personal about you,” he said, and smiled the perfect smile at me.

I looked at him and wanted to confess it all
. I mean he had just shared so much with me. I cleared my throat and laughed.

“Well
, I put my panties back on and I really want you to lie back in the bed with me!”

“That shit not personal
. Any way my leg in pain”

“What happened when you got
in that car accident?”

He laughed and lifted his body
. He removed his shorts and underneath he had another pair just a little shorter.

“I didn't get hit
. I got shot!”

He showed me the hole in his leg and my body shook.

“Oh, my God!”

He pulled himself up and
laid behind me.

“Well
, my mom said she named me Venice because when she was in her 20’s she was supposed to marry this man—”

“I would hope she would marry a man
,” he interrupted.

“Any way
Deuce, he was gon’ take her to Italy and they were gon’ ride in those big boats.”

“So
, your mom named you after a place yo dad didn't take her? That’s dumb.”

“Not my dad Tasha and Justin’s dad. He got killed when they were babies
and it’s not dumb Deuce; its romantic.” I pulled away, but he didn’t let me go and only pulled me closer.

“
Deuce?” A voice said from the stairs, and then there was a tap on the door.

“
Fuckkkkkk!” He said as he climbed out of bed. He cracked the door open and stuck his head out.

“What up
Unk?”

“
Yo mom called me and asked me to keep an eye on you! I know you got some chick in here, so I’m gon’ bounce, but if she ask let her know I was here!” Avery’s deep voice said.

“She asked you
Unk?”  Deuce said.

“Yeah
, I guess she was desperate!”

They both laughed
.

“Alight
, unk nice looking out.”

Deuce went to close the door when his uncle stopped him.
“You got cash?”

“Yeah
no doubt,” Deuce replied.

“
Have you been to see yo’ pops?” the man asked.

“
Naw, Ma’ said fuck that nigga!” Deuce said with a stern look on his face

The man roared
, “Yeah, he told me they got a divorce. That’s still yo’ fuckin’ father! Anyway, I’m working on getting that thing off yo’ leg since you didn't have a fuckin gun, but I’m gon’ need you to stop acting dumb! You need help, call me. What the fuck can yo’ mom do, but pay bail?”

“I know
Unk, but I don't want to see my mom’s in pain,” Deuce said.

“Man
yo’ mom is grown as fuck! She keeps doing what she is doing and O gone kill her ass, but anyway that shit got nothing to do with you! I put some ice cream and shit downstairs. Stay off that leg as much as possible, and I’ll be back next week to take you to see yo’ pops. Man yo’ mom being dumb. Me, your uncle O, and yo’ dad couldn’t even go see our pops, and she won’t even let you see yours,” the man said.

“
Unk its cool”

“Well
, I’m working on some shit, but you stay smart and stay out of trouble. Fuck that nigga shot you for?” his uncle asked, and Deuce looked away.

“
Unk, can we talk later?” Deuce asked as he looked from me to his uncle.

“
Naw we talking now. You want me to come in and chill wit’ you and ya’ girl?” the man said. He looked at me and smiled. Deuce sucked his teeth and shook his head no.

“I was selling
,” Deuce said with his stare to the ground.

“What?”
His uncle pushed his way into the door and lifted him off the ground. “For who?”               Deuce looked away, almost ashamed to answer.“For Money!”

His uncle dropped him to the ground and
towered over him. He appeared to be very upset with what Deuce had just said. He didn't even look at me. He just lifted Deuce’s shirt off him.

“You see
yo’ chest?” the man pointed to what looked like a scar.

“Yeah
,” Deuce said. He stood up and took a few steps back from his uncle.

“
Money, shot yo ass! And that’s who you work with?”

“
Unk, y’all don't know it was him.”

“Nigga
, you 15 and have been shot more than I have!”

Deuce
looked over at me and back at his uncle.

“Look
, you wanna work?” He stepped in Deuce’s face and grabbed his shirt. “You’re working the block, then you’ll keep it in the family! I’ll send Desmond over with a start kit and I’ll holla at Money!” his uncle said.

“
Naw, Unk, I’m grown. I can holla at him,” Deuce said proudly.

His uncle laughed.
“You a man? Then step to me, or O, not that bitch nigga! Yo’ pops gon’ fuckin’ flip,” his uncle roared.

“So
, don't fuckin’ tell him,” Deuce stated with authority
              “Nigga, watch yo’ tone!” his uncle urged and gave him a stern look.

“
Unk, stop bringing that nigga up to me. He dogged my mom’s far as I’m concerned…”

“Watch what you say Sacario
Jr.” His uncle called him by his given name. They were in a heated fight and I was frightened.

“Man
unk I’m…” his uncle cut him off before he could finish.

“
Naw, you not! I’m bout to be out yo’ hair; you need to talk to yo’ pops.”

He kissed his forehead and finally glanced over at
me. He stepped out of the room and closed the door. Deuce looked at me and hopped back over to the bed. He slid down on the floor and just started doing sit ups. I didn't know if I should say anything to him. He looked pissed.

“Hey
, you want me to get you something to drink or something?” I asked watching as he worked out.

“
Naw, I can get my own shit!” he yelled at me.

“I was just asking
.”

“Well don't
!”

He
was truly pissed off. I grabbed my jeans off the floor and slipped them on. I didn't have to stay and let him yell at me. I slipped my shoes on and walked towards the door.             

“Man
, Venice, where are you going?” he asked the obvious.

“Home
!”

He hopped up and grabbed his
crutch as I ran down the stairs. I gathered my book bag, and purse, and prepared to leave.

“Man
, Ven, you gone make me fuckin’ fall! You know I can’t run! Stop acting like a baby!”

“No Sacario
!”

“Oh
, fuck! Now she calls me this shit. Don't call me that!” He yelled and pushed me to the couch.