Enticed by a Thug Love Page 2

  Leaning forward, I rubbed my titties against his face, making him close his eyes and groan. Seeing that his eyes were now closed, I took that as my chance to reach for the blindfold that I had hanging on the side of the bedpost.

  “I’m going to uncuff you, but I want you to wear this blindfold first. Blindfolded sex is so much better,” I whispered in his ear and allowed my lips to gently brush against his earlobe.

  Without even questioning it, he nodded to agree. He was so turned on that I knew he would agree to anything at this point.

  After securing the blindfold, I slid my body down his and climbed off the bed.

  “I’m just taking my clothes off, baby,” I lied.

  He smiled widely and nodded. “Take your time.”

  Rolling my eyes, I immediately grabbed the rest of the money from his wallet, his phone, and pushed them into my duffle bag. Then I put my coat on and ran out of that room before he even had a chance to know what was going on.

  I know you didn’t think I was really going to have sex with him, did you?

  After Terrence put me on to work with Clay, I had sex with one client, and that was enough for me to know I didn’t ever want to do that again. I cried for a whole damn week, and I had never felt so dirty in all my life.

  I felt disgusting and violated, while Terrence was just happy about the money I made that night. I was so depressed about what I did that I couldn’t even hold my son because I felt so dirty.

  When the next client was booked, I knew I couldn’t allow him to fuck me, so instead, I tied him up and robbed him.

  Terrence was mad as hell at first until he saw that I was making just as much as I would have and sometimes more. After that, he and Clay got his hands on four other girls, and together, we made up this thieving ring posing as prostitutes.

  I wasn’t proud of what I did, but it damn sure beat random niggas fucking me. I would rather die!

  As soon as I made it out of the room, I didn’t even waste my time waiting for the elevator, I just took the stairs down to the lobby and out the back door before I could be stopped. The urgency of me getting away was more than getting caught; I had more to worry about than that!

  I didn’t stop running until I got to my car, and when I got inside, I quickly looked in the back seat to see that my son was still asleep.

  Shamefully, I had to take my son with me on jobs because I had no one else to look after him. Terrence claimed that he was too busy to watch him, and I had no friends because I had stupidly believed that if I had Terrence in my life, I didn’t need any. My parents stopped talking to me over a year ago when they told me that if I continued to be with Terrence, they would have nothing to do with me. Of course, I picked him.

  Tears pooled in my eyes as I looked at my sleeping son who was unaware of the trifling things I was doing. This wasn’t the life I envisioned or wanted to give him, but I had no way out.

  Terrence controlled our finances and only bought me things instead of giving me money directly. Plus, I was holding on to the hope that one day I would be able to stop, and things would go back to how they used to be.

  Blinking away my tears, I started my car and drove away into the night.

  I usually did jobs away from where I lived in Boston, so that the clients couldn’t easily find me, so it took me almost thirty minutes to get from Back Bay to our house in Roslindale.

  When I pulled up outside, I sighed as I stared at the house.

  “Hopefully, what I made will be enough,” I said to myself as I thought about the fact that I only made a thousand dollars tonight. Usually, I made three or four times that amount doing jobs back to back, but because I had TJ with me, I couldn’t risk him being left in my car for all those hours, so I only did one job.

  Terrence was very strict about us girls, and me being his woman didn’t change that. He expected at least three thousand dollars from the five of us, and he wasn’t taking anything less.

  He has to understand that I had TJ with me.

  One other girl in our crew had two kids, but she had someone to watch them, so it was easy for her to do jobs compared to me. Terrence used to watch TJ so that I could work, but for the last month, he said he was too busy to.

  Sighing again, I decided I would just face whatever mood he was in and got out of the car. After taking TJ from the back and my duffle bag, I locked my car and headed for the house.

  Immediately, my whole mood changed as soon as I stepped inside.

  The thick whiff of weed smoke that hit my nose instantly let me know that Terrence had his friends in my house once again. It was like almost every night they partied and fucked up my house. I couldn’t remember the last time I came home to an empty house in the last year and a half.

  Rolling my eyes, I decided against going into the living room where I knew they would be and made my way to the kitchen instead to get TJ something to eat. As soon as I stepped a foot in there, I wanted to scream.

  “I cleaned up before I left!”

  My eyes bulged as I took in the disaster that was my kitchen. It was almost like every plate, glass, knife, and fork were used and plastered all over the counter tops and filled the sink. There were empty food containers and wrappers littering the floors and my dining table. As I stepped into the room to get a better look, my heels stuck to the sticky floor and made a smacking sound every time I lifted a foot to take a step.

  There were no words for what I was seeing because it made no sense. I was only gone for less than an hour.

  Why did Terrence allow his friends to do this to our house?!

  That was a question I often asked myself, yet I never got an answer. Terrence allowed his friends to do whatever they wanted, no matter what I said.

  “Mommy, I’m hungry,” TJ whined, and I ran a hand through his curls.

  “Okay, baby. I will get you something to eat.”

  The way the kitchen looked, the last thing I wanted to do was touch anything let alone find something to eat in the state it was in, but I couldn’t let TJ go to bed hungry.

  I put him down in his high chair—which was the only thing left clean in the whole room—and went to the fridge to find something for him.

  “What?!” I gasped upon seeing that the fridge was completely empty.

  Terrence had told me that he was going to get some food today for TJ, but looking around at the kitchen again, I could see that he only got food for his friends and not TJ. My eyes scanned the space, wondering what the hell I could give my son to eat. There wasn’t even milk to make him some cereal.

  Thoughts of going to the store crossed my mind, but I knew that if I touched the money before giving it to Terrence, there would be a world of problems. Plus, I was already short as it was.

  Knowing I had no choice but to find something in the kitchen, I searched every cabinet until I found one lonely piece of bread.

  I tearfully buttered the bread, got TJ a glass of water since there was nothing else to drink and put it in front of him.

  It pained me to see my son eating a single slice of bread and drinking water for his dinner and knowing I couldn’t do anything about it. But, being the child that he was, my son simply smiled—totally unaware of the dire situation we were really in—and happily ate without saying a word.

  When he finished, I took him to his room and got him ready for bed before I went to look for Terrence in our bedroom.

  On my way up to TJ’s room, I had poked my head into the living room, so I knew he wasn’t in there. I pushed open the door, and just as I thought nothing else could shock or surprise me, I was slapped with yet another one.

  Terrence was lying in our bed with a bitch on top of him, riding his dick like her life depended on it.

  After the night I had, coming home to no food and a messy house, and now this, I damn right hit my boiling point.

  Charging toward them like a crazed woman, I pounced on top of that bitch and dragged her off Terrence by her hair.

  “Shit! Kanada!!” Terrence yelle
d my name, but I was too busy fucking up this bitch’s face to pay attention to him.

  “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” I gritted as I landed punch after punch to her face.

  “Fuck! Stop Kanada!!” Terrence roared and then I felt his arms around my waist. He lifted me up off the hoe, but I got a few more licks to her face before he finally pulled me away.

  “Calm the fuck down!!” He pinned my arms against the wall and growled in my face.

  With my chest heaving up and down, I looked up into his face like he was crazy, and then my eyes traveled down to his dick.

  “FUCK YOU!!!!” I started to violently lash out when I saw his naked dick still glistening from her juices.

  Nigga didn’t even wear a fucking condom.

  My movements suddenly stopped when he grabbed me by the throat and squeezed it.

  “I said calm the fuck down now!” His warm, weed scented breath assaulted my ear.

  “Terrence, I’m leaving!” the bitch called out behind him, and he turned to look at her.

  My eyes popped open when I saw who it was.

  In the heat of the moment, I didn’t really see her face. I was so busy pounding it in that I didn’t realize that it was Lela—one of the chicks in our crew.

  Terrence let me go and walked over to her. He whispered something in her ear while she stood there looking at me with a scowl.

  I was so damn shocked, I couldn’t even move. I didn’t have friends, but if I was to, I would say that Lela was one. She and I spent a lot of time talking and going on jobs together when clients requested a threesome. She knew all about the problems I was having with Terrence, and she was fucking him the whole time?!

  “Baby, I’m sorry, but I will see you at home later.”

  Hearing those words leave Terrence’s mouth snapped me right back to reality.

  “Nigga, what the fuck did you just say?!”

  Both of them ignored me like I wasn’t even standing in the room.

  “Okay, baby, but I need some money.” She pouted.

  “Sure.”

  Terrence then turned away from her and rushed into my face.

  “Where’s the money you made tonight?”

  All I could do was look up into his face perplexed.

  Sucking his teeth, he pushed his hand into my coat pocket and snatched out the thousand dollars I had taken from my duffle bag to give to him.

  “Where the fuck is the rest?”

  “Th-that’s all I made. I didn’t have anyone to watch TJ, and I couldn’t leave him in the car all night.”

  By the time the word night left my lips, Terrence had backhanded me so hard my ears started to ring. My body fell into the wall, and I almost fell on my ass from how hard he hit me.

  Stuck, confused, hurt, and embarrassed, I stood there and watched as he handed Lela all my hard-earned money.

  “Kiss my kids for me and tell them Daddy will see them later,” he tried to whisper to her, but I heard him, and I gasped.

  My breath got caught up in my throat.

  Lela’s kids were his?!

  Lela had a son who was only a month younger than TJ and a one-year old daughter that I often watched for her when she was busy.

  All I could do was close my eyes and allow my tears to fall. I was devastated.

  Not even the sound of them kissing could make me open my eyes, but when I heard the door open and close, and then I felt his hands around my throat again, they opened.

  “Where the fuck is the rest of my money?”

  “You’ve been sleeping with Lela, Terrence? Her kids are yours? After everything I’ve done for you, that’s how you’re going to do me?”

  Terrence smiled and shook his head at me.

  “Nah, after all she’s done for me. I did her dirty by fucking you. She’s been sitting on my dick for years, Kanada. You were just too stupid to see it.”

  When he said that, I remembered all the times the two of them had some business to deal with and would go off together for hours.

  “Now, where’s my money?”

  “I had TJ with me. What was I supposed to do? You were too busy fucking that bitch to watch him for me.”

  That was the wrong thing to say because the next thing I knew, he threw me to the floor and started kicking me.

  I screamed for him to stop, but all it did was make him kick and punch me more.

  “MOMMMYYYYYY!!!!” I heard TJ’s little voice cry out for me, but Terrence continued his assault on me for a few more minutes and then he grabbed me up to my feet by my hair.

  “Make that little nigga stop screaming!” Terrence spoke in my face like he wasn’t talking about his own son.

  “It’s okay, TJ, Mommy is fine,” I whimpered as I attempted to soothe my son.

  Terrence kept his eyes on me while I repeated my lies until TJ finally stopped wailing.

  “Clean yourself up and bring your ass back in here. Since you made me miss out on that nut, you’re going to suck it out of me, and then you’re going to take your ass back out there to make my money.”

  I looked up into the eyes of the man who I thought loved me. Knowing now that it was all a lie broke my heart in two, but I was done. This was the final straw for me.

  “No,” I simply said, and his brows knitted as he leaned closer to my face.

  “Run that by me again.”

  Taking a deep breath, I straightened my back as much as I could, and said, “No, I won’t.”

  This time, Terrence let go of me and took a step back.

  “I’m not doing this anymore, Terrence. I’m done.”

  “Oh, you done?”

  “Yes.”

  He chuckled, sniffed, and nodded.

  “Okay, cool. You can get the fuck outta my house then.”

  I had nowhere to go, and he knew that, but I would be damned if I stayed in this house for another second.

  Fuck him, and fuck that bitch too!

  I simply nodded and turned to walk toward our closet to get my stuff, but he stepped in front of me.

  “Nah, you wanna leave, then leave, but you damn sure ain’t taking any of the shit I bought you!”

  My mouth dropped, and I twisted my face up.

  “Terrence…”

  How did he expect me to survive with nothing? He clearly didn’t give a fuck because he grabbed me and started dragging me by my arm toward the bedroom door. When I fought him, he pulled me by the hair.

  “Terrence, please!”

  I tried in vain to get my hair from his grasp, but he wasn’t letting me go.

  TJ started screaming again, and all this bastard did was grab him by the arm too on our way out of the room.

  Even though I couldn’t clearly see where I was going because of how Terrence had my head bent back, I reached over and grabbed TJ from Terrence and cuddled him in my arms.

  I was damn near tripping over my own feet and trying my hardest not to fall over with my son in my arms.

  No matter how much I pleaded and begged for Terrence to stop, he didn’t and dragged me all the way to the front door by my hair as his friends watched. He opened the door, pushed us out without a word, and slammed the door in my face.

  I couldn’t stop the tears that flowed down my face. I had given this man all of me and picked him over my family, yet he just discarded me like I was nothing more than yesterday’s trash. Not even finding out that he was fucking Lela hurt as much as it did now.

  Wiping my tears away with one hand, I balanced my son on my hip as I walked away from the house over to my car, not knowing where the hell I would go.

  After my parents stopped talking to me, they moved to New York, and I had no idea where the rest of my family was. I had turned my back on them for a nigga who wasn’t worth shit, and I knew deep down inside that I was the last person they wanted to see, but right now they were my only option.

  All I could do was pray that they would accept me!

  Alvaro ‘Wrath’ Ramsey

  In New York

  Yeah, I mi
ss you, but I got no time for that

  How could you, wish you never played me

  Have no time for that (damn)

  Claiming you my lady

  Got no time for that

  Flipp Dinero’s “Leave Me Alone” blasted in the club as I strolled through. I looked around to see women dressed in expensive clothing and looking like a sea of beautiful colors with hair to match. They lined the dancefloor and danced seductively, silently speaking to whatever man had their attention. Men were posted up along the wall with cups or bottles in their hands and eyes low as they scanned their surroundings.

  This was the usual scene in a nightclub, and one that was familiar to me.

  As I walked further through the club, a series of ooohhhs and aaahhss could be heard from all around as my presence became known. Many heads of men nodded at me, recognizing that I was there. That was how it always was when the king walked through.

  At thirty years old, I had New York on lock, supplying it with the purest entity of pleasure known to man. If someone was looking for a high, I supplied it. For someone to call their own for just one night of pleasure, I supplied it. If they wanted to make some things bang, I supplied that. And if they simply enjoyed knowing an enemy was no more, I supplied that too.

  No matter what it was, from drugs to women, I guaranteed I could and did supply it because I was just that nigga.

  At 6’4”, I had a chocolate complexion like my father. I was muscular, weighing 210lbs, my chest was covered in ink, and I only had a few tattoos on my arms.

  My hair was cut low with waves on top. I had slanted eyes, a broad nose, thick lips, dimples, and a strong jaw line. My facial hair was kept low with only a mustache and goatee.

  I nodded to the soldiers that I had posted around me as I made my way to the section where I knew my brothers would be.

  A smile covered my face when I entered and saw that they were all there.

  “What’s good?” I called out, alerting them to my presence, and they all stood to their feet to greet me.

  “What’s good?” Jashawn, the second eldest greeted me.

  He was twenty-seven, stood at 6’2”, and had a slightly deeper chocolate complexion than I did. He had the same slanted eyes and thick lips but a thinner nose. Jashawn didn’t have our father’s dimples, and he kept his hair low like mine with a long goatee. He was muscular like me but weighed 180lbs. One sleeve was covered in ink, and the other he had just one tattoo on his bicep. He went by the name of Surge.