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  Fallin’ For a Thug

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  Written By: Mz. Lady P &

  Lucinda John

  Copyright 2015 by Lucinda John & Mz. Lady P

  Published by Shan Presents

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  CHAPTER ONE: K- MONEY

  The sound of my phone constantly going off brought me back to my senses. Belinda was in the process of swallowing my dick for the last and final time. My intentions were to come over here and tell her this shit was done and over with. Of course the bitch started acting all crazy, talking about violating my ass and sending me back to prison. I had no other choice but to give in and fuck the bitch. At least that was what I wanted her to think. I had plans on either killing this bitch or filing a complaint against her ass for sexual harassment. I wasn’t no bitch nigga and I wasn’t no snitch. If push came to shove, I would sing like a bird if it meant I could get rid of this bitch. Killing her ass would be my last resort.

  My baby Tissa was my world and she didn’t deserve this shit. She goes hard for Liyah and me. The last thing I would ever want to do was hurt her. She gave up a lot to be with me and I couldn’t live with myself if she got hurt behind this scandalous ass shit that I was doing

  “I love this dick so much,” Belinda said as she bobbed up and down on my dick. I wasn’t even paying her ass any attention. The only thing on my mind was getting home to my baby.

  “Shut the fuck up and swallow this motherfucker.” I grabbed my phone and opened it up. My mind went blank when I opened up the picture messages from Tissa.

  “Ahhhh! Let me go, Khalil!” Belinda was trying her best to get away from me, but I had a death grip on that bitch’s throat.

  “Bitch I should really snap your motherfucking neck. Why the fuck would you do some shit like this? Do you have any idea what the fuck you have done?” I slapped slob from the bitch’s mouth and threw her ass across the fucking room. I put on all my clothes quick as hell.

  “I did it so that we can be together, Khalil. Don’t you understand that I love you? Please, Khalil, don’t leave me. I promise I won’t violate you.” This bitch was holding onto my legs for dear life. This old hoe was pathetic.

  “Let me the fuck go before I put some hot shit in your tramp ass.”

  “Fuck you and that bitch! I hope her and that ugly ass baby she carrying dies.”

  “What the fuck you just say?” I pulled my gun from my waist and walked towards her ass. I yanked the bitch up from the floor and slammed her into the wall.

  “What? I’m supposed to be scared of big, bad, K-Money?” This bitch was really trying me. I cocked back my hammer to let this bitch know I was not bullshitting with her ass.

  “Open your mouth and suck on this.” I pried her mouth open and pushed the gun inside. I grabbed the back of her head and made her suck on the barrel. Now the bitch was scared.

  “Yeah, just like that bitch. Let me make myself perfectly clear. Don’t you ever in your motherfucking life disrespect my wife like that. This shit we been doing is over you cum drinking bitch. I dare you to violate or report me. I swear on everything I love; I will blow your fucking brains out and throw you in the Chattahoochee River. Don’t believe me and get fucked up.”

  I slapped her once more before walking out of her fucking house. I was on 100. This bitch had just ruined every fucking thing. I didn’t even know what to say to Tissa behind that shit. A part of me was too embarrassed and ashamed to even show my face to her. I looked at the rest of the pictures and videos as I drove. This bitch Belinda had been plotting on me the entire time. I couldn’t blame nobody but me though. I should have told Tissa from the jump about the history between Belinda and me. Now there might not be a chance for me to redeem myself.

  As I was pulling up to the house, Tissa’s car was speeding out of the driveway. I followed behind her. She was not about to leave without me explaining myself. I loved Tissa enough to beg for her forgiveness. She was pregnant with my seed and we were making plans for the biggest wedding Atlanta had ever seen. I couldn’t just let her go like that.

  Tissa was driving at a high rate of speed. That was odd because she had a fear of car accidents. She always drove the speed limit. I thought maybe she was just upset so that was why she was driving erratically. As I continued to follow Tissa, I wondered where in the hell she was going. She was headed towards a part of the slums where people barely lived anymore. I pulled out my cell and called her phone. I didn’t know why I didn’t think of that sooner. Her phone just kept ringing. At least she didn’t send a nigga to voicemail. That shit would have crushed my heart if she had done that.

  I continued to call her phone as I followed her car. I was starting to get an eerie feeling that something wasn’t right. Out of nowhere, the trunk flew open as the car was still moving. I was in the left lane behind Tissa’s car because a car had gotten in front of me. I was still able to see her car from where I was. I took a closer look and I could see someone sitting up in the trunk. The next thing I knew, I saw Tissa jump out of the trunk and land in the middle of the street. I hauled ass out of my car trying to get to her. I lost it as I saw her lying in the middle of the fucking road unconscious. Whoever was in the car just kept going. They didn’t even realize that she was no longer in the trunk. Shit had just gotten real for whomever the fuck thought it was okay to fuck with what the fuck belonged to me.

  *****

  “Calm down baby. Everything is going to be okay. Tissa is a strong girl,” my mother said as she tried to get me to stop pacing back and forth.

  “She wasn’t moving or nothing, Ma. If her and my seed don’t make it, I don’t know what I’m going to do.” The tears were now falling. I couldn’t hold them back.

  “Shut the fuck up, Khalil! Now your ass is upsetting me. We not going to even speak that shit into existence.” My mother got up and walked away. I knew she was going to go smoke a cigarette.

  “What’s wrong with Tissa, Daddy? Does she have a boo boo like auntie Tosha?”

  “Yeah baby. She has a boo boo.” I pulled Liyah onto my lap and kissed her on the cheek.

  I sat in the waiting area a little while longer before my mother came back with Tissa’s mother.

  “Have they said anything about my baby yet, Khalil?”

  “No, and I’m getting pissed off. It’s been over two hours. If nothing was wrong, then they would have been came out and said something.” I got so heated that I jumped up to go to the nurse’s station to curse their asses out. As soon as I was about to snap, the doctor came out and approached us.

  “The family of La’Tissa Hill.”

  “Right here, we’re her family. I’m her mother and this is her Fiancé. Is my baby okay?”

  “Hi. I’m Doctor Kensington. La’Tissa is fine and so are the babies. She took a nasty fall, but she will be okay. She has some cuts and bruises. When she hit her head, it caused her to lose consciousness. However, she is high risk and I want her to be on bed rest the duration of her pregnancy. This is a serious situation. She needs to eat healthy and remain as stress free as possible. The slightest thing can cause a miscarriage. I’m discharging her under strict doctor’s o
rders. Please see that she follows all of my instructions. You can go back and see her now.” I shook the doctor's hand and I went back to see her first. I knew that I was probably the last person she wanted to see, but I just had to see her to make sure that she was okay. I couldn’t even enjoy the fact that the doctor had just revealed that we were having twins. My mind was on one thing and one thing only and that was Tissa leaving me.

  “Get the fuck out you nasty ass nigga. This shit is all your fault. While your nasty ass was out fucking your Parole Officer, your crazy ass baby momma was kidnapping me. I can’t take this shit. You were supposed to be different, Khalil. I thought you loved me? I gave up everything for you. I regret the day I decided to take a chance on love again. I should have known you were too good to be true. I would never walk away from Liyah, and I still want to be in her life. As much as I want to run away with my babies and never come back, I can’t. I would never do that to you, but what we had is done, finito, finished. There is no need for you to explain because I don’t want to hear shit. I’ll be moving out of the house immediately. Now as I said before, get the fuck out, Khalil. I’ll call you when I go in labor.”

  “You don’t have to move out. That’s all you, Ma. I’ll leave becauseyou can’t be under any stress right now. I’m the cause of that right now. The last thing I want to do is put you or my seeds in danger. I’ll make arrangements for a live in nurse to take care of you around the clock. I love you, Tissa.”

  I felt defeated as I walked out of her room. A nigga was sick. Tissa was the love of my life. To hear her speak those words cut like a knife. I had to suck the shit up though. I was a thug ass, street ass nigga to my heart. If she was walking away from what we had, I had to respect her wishes, but I would always be there for her and my seeds. In the meantime, I need to find this bitch Qua and push her nappy ass wig back.

  CHAPTER 2: TISSA

  The moment Khalil left out of the door, I grabbed the pillow from behind my head and placed it over my face. I was crying so loud and hard that I needed the pillow to muffle my cries. This shit hurt more than anything in this world. My heart was broken. I didn’t know if it was in my head or not, but my heart was actually hurting. I could feel my body shaking all over. The blood pressure machine was beeping like crazy. This shit just couldn’t be life right now. I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. How could Khalil do this to me? To us?

  “What’s the hell is going on, Tissa? Why is Khalil out there tearing up these people emergency room?” My mother came into the room and all I could do was cry harder.

  “He cheated on me, Ma. I gave up everything for him.” I managed to get my words out through my cries.

  “Stop crying baby. No matter what, I know that he loves you. There has to be a logical explanation for this Tissa. In the meantime, I need you to calm down. The doctor told us that the twins are in danger. All you need to be concerned about is your babies. Rose is out there now trying to talk to Khalil. Both of you need to get your shit together. Those babies didn’t ask to be here. I suggest the both of you get it together for the sake of them babies.”

  Thinking of my babies made me cry even more. We should be celebrating this joyous occasion, but Khalil fucked everything up. I hated his ass for doing this to us. After my mother left to pick up my niece, Mama Rose came in and took me home to the house that Khalil and I shared. I hoped and prayed he wasn’t there because I might kill his motherfucking ass. I really needed my girl Tosha right now. Unfortunately, she was still in a coma fighting for her life. Life was good for the both of us before we ran into Gunz and Khalil.

  *****

  It had been a week and I was tired of being on bed rest. Khalil wanted me to stay at the house we shared, but after one night of being there, it was imperative that I went back to my own house. I was thanking my lucky stars Khalil never got around to selling it. Mama Rose cursed me out for leaving Khalil’s house, but I didn’t care. His house was no longer a happy place for me. He wasn’t there and everything reminded me of us. I cried the entire day that I was there. I knew I needed to leave or I would have a miscarriage for sure due to all the stressing I was doing.

  I know that I said I didn’t want to see Khalil, but damn, I hadn’t heard from him since he walked out of the hospital. I was also mad that I hadn’t seen Liyah. He was purposely keeping her from me. I couldn’t be mad though, after all she was his daughter. I was glad Mama Rose had to run some errands. I loved her dearly, but she was working my nerves by constantly telling me to forgive Khalil. Fuck that. Yes, I loved Khalil and I wanted to be with him, but I just couldn’t handle him cheating on me like that. I was not in a forgiving mood. Not to mention being kidnapped by the bitch Qua. It was just too much going on and Khalil was a big part of my stress. I just wanted to focus on giving birth to some healthy babies.

  The babies had me hungry as hell. I knew that I was supposed to be eating healthier, but right now I needed some comfort food. I had ordered me a large pizza and Hot Wings from Beggars. I also had a Banana Pudding that my elderly neighbor Ms. Johnson made for me. Last but not least, a cold ass Pepsi to wash it down. I was sitting in bed fucking some shit up. I was in Heaven as I ate and watched TV.

  “What the fuck you eating, Tissa?” I almost choked as I looked up and saw Khalil standing in my doorway. He looked mad as hell.

  “I’m eating food. What does it look like, Khalil?’ I rolled my eyes at his ass and kept on eating.

  “It looks like your ass in here eating all the shit the doctor told your ass not to eat.”

  “Since we talking about doctor’s orders, he also told me to stay away from anything and anyone who stresses me the fuck out. And the sight of you makes my blood pressure rise. So, get the fuck out of my house.” I grabbed another hot wing and ate the shit out of it. I stared at him the entire time I ate.

  “You think my kids’ life is a fucking joke?” He rushed towards me and knocked all of my food on the floor.

  “Why would you do that, Khalil? You cleaning all this shit up, too. I hate your black ass so much right now.”

  “I don’t give a fuck how you feel about me, but what you won’t do, is put the kids’ life in jeopardy because of our issues. Your ass is being real stupid right now. In here eating all this bullshit. As bad as you want kids, I would think you would want to do the right fucking thing.”

  “Well look at the pot calling the kettle black. I would think that after all I did for you, that you would have done the right fucking thing. We all know how that turned out.” Visions of him fucking that bitch flashed in my mind and the tears started to flow. He just stood there quiet not saying anything. Although I told him to stay away from me and that I didn’t want to hear shit he had to say, it would make me feel a little better if he tried to plead his case, but his pitiful ass was just standing here looking stupid.

  “Heyyyy Mommy! I missed you.” Liyah ran in the room full speed ahead. I hurried up and wiped the tears so that she wouldn’t see them. I was caught off guard by her calling me Mommy. She had never done that before. I looked up and Khalil was no longer standing in the doorway.

  “What’s up, Liyah Boo? I’ve missed you, too.”

  “Do you miss Daddy, too?”

  “Yeah, I missed him, too.” That was the honest to God truth. I really did miss his nasty dick ass.

  “Who made this mess on the carpet?” This little nosey girl didn’t miss a beat.

  “I made a mistake. I’m about to get it now.”

  “Aren’t you supposed to be in the bed? I’m going to go get Daddy or Nana Rose, so they can do it. We’re here to take care of you and my brothers.” She ran out of the room and I couldn’t help but laugh at her. I see her and Khalil had been talking. He thought he was real slick. Liyah could stay, but his ass had to go. Why did he have to look so fucking good though? Dressed in his Nike jogging suit and Jordans to match. I could have fucked him right there, but I couldn’t get the image out of my head of him fucking that ugly bitch.

  CHAPTE
R 3-GUNZ

  Today was the day that the doctors would be delivering my son. It broke my heart to know that Tosha wouldn’t be able to experience the birth of her first child. Her condition was improving, but she was still in a coma. I had struggled for a week trying to make the right decision. In my opinion, either way I ran the risk of losing one of them. I was a selfish ass nigga. I don’t want to lose either of them. I hadn’t been able to visit with Tosha as much because I had my kids and I was still handling my business out here in these streets. I was thankful for Tissa’s mother; she had really been helping a nigga out by keeping the kids for me. Although I knew nothing about my kids, I felt like I was betraying Tosha. All this shit was my fault. If I would have just come clean about the situation with Johanna, all this shit could have been avoided.

  I had just put the kids down for a nap when my cell phone rang. I immediately answered it when it I noticed that it was Tosha’s doctor. He informed me that Tosha had waken up prior to the emergency C-Section and I needed to get up there immediately. I didn’t have a babysitter so I had to call Mama Rose and drop them off Tissa’s crib. My nigga was sitting on the couch looking like a sad ass puppy. I knew that bitch Belinda was going to fuck up what he had with Tissa. I swear these bitches be going crazy over the D. I wanted K-Money to ride out with me to the hospital, but he stayed back to help out with the kids.

  *****

  I was in amazement as I watched Tosha holding my son. Surprisingly, he was healthy and had no health issues. The doctor’s had counted them both out. I was happy as hell that I didn’t give up on my family and I kept them going.

  “Don’t just stand there. Come and meet your son Gunzell Terrance Lewis Jr.” Tosha leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. I walked over and kissed her long and hard.

  “I missed you so much, Ma. I’m sorry about everything. So much shit has happened since you’ve been out of it. I don’t even know where to start.”