Forbidden Love With a Thug III (12 page)

“We drove separately, and when I say I know who you are, that means I know you're Kill.”

“Okay, bye.” I turned to walk away.

“And I got something for yo' ass since you wanna bust down other niggas’ bitches, homie!”

“You got something like what, huh? Fuck you got for me that won't get your ass killed?” I neared him and got right up on him.

“Just know, you need to watch your back. I know more about you than you think, homie.” He backed away and then rushed off. I pulled my phone out to shoot a text, and then walked to my car.

“What was that about?” Jersey asked as soon as I got in my whip.

“Nothing major, just wanted to know if I knew anybody else that Sophie could've slept with.”

“Let's go out to eat to celebrate!” Jersey beamed.

“Okay.”

A couple moments passed before she said, “Drive, Kill.”

“I am, just let me finish sending this text to Shea. He wants the info to my Hulu account,” I lied and chuckled. I looked out the corner of my eye, and as soon as Carter started backing out of his parking space, two black trucks came up on each side of him and began filling his car with bullets.

“Oh my gosh!” Jersey screamed.

“Get down, shorty!” I hollered as I sped the opposite way out of the parking lot. After a few moments of driving, Jersey sat back up and looked around. “It's cool, we're away.” My phone buzzed and once I got to the red light, I opened it to see a picture of a dead Carter.

“Was that Sophie's man?” Jersey panted.

“Not sure, where do you wanna eat, baby? We need to take our mind off of that crazy shit.”

“It doesn't matter. I swear I hate it over here,” she shook her head.

“I know, and don't worry, I'm never gonna let shit happen to you.”

That'll teach that nigga, Carter, for stepping to me. Too bad he's not alive to have learned his lesson.

Chapter
Seven: Cheyla

Tonight Kantwan was going out, and the nigga tried to lie like he had work to handle, but I quickly disproved that shit by calling Jersey, Ivy,
and
Raleigh, who said that their men were at home. So now he and I were going out together. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him, but this shift in his character was not cool. However, I loved him and I wanted to be with him, so I would stick this little rough patch out with him. As long as he wasn’t fucking around on me or hitting me, we were good.

“Ready,” I walked down to the den. “Where are we going?” I asked him.

“Strip club,” he sighed and got up from the couch. I knew he thought I was gonna back out, but he must've forgotten I used to live in the damn strip club, so I didn't care.

“Cool, let's go.”

A smirk covered his sexy ass face as he walked by me, hitting me in the face with his intoxicating cologne. I followed him out as I took in his clean, yet simple attire. He wore dark gray colored jeans, a red polo shirt, and red and white Nikes. He wore a silver watch with diamonds in it, the matching chain, and small diamond studs in his ear. He was too fine; too fine for me to walk away just because he was acting a little different.

He opened the door for me while stroking his neatly trimmed facial hair, and I stopped once I got in the doorway to look up into his smooth, deep, caramel face.

“What,” he frowned.

“Aren't you forgetting something?”

He smiled and chomped on his gum, before pulling me close by the waist and kissing me. He kissed me so softly that my clit tingled. Being pregnant made me so much hornier than usual, even when Kantwan did the smallest things. After a few more pecks, he let me go, and we left out to head to the strip club.

“Did you have to choose Starzz?” I quizzed once we pulled up.

“This is the best strip club out here, ma. Just because you don't work here anymore, doesn't mean that niggas stopped coming aight? Now come on.” He got out of the car, and then came around to open my door before taking my hand into his. He hit his alarm, and then we strolled to the entrance.

The bouncer just greeted him by name, and didn't even make him pay. Now, either that meant he was a regular, or he was just well known. Either could be the case because now that he worked with Kill, it seemed like everybody knew him. People always called me Kantwan's girl instead of my name. All I know is he had better not been a regular now that I was no longer an employee.

“When was the last time you came here?” I quizzed as we walked in.

“When I came through and fucked you,” he smiled, licked his lips, and then kissed my cheek. We kept walking and I smiled when I saw the homegirl, Gretchen, on stage. We stopped when we got to a table with two girls sitting down, which confused me a little. I know his ass wasn’t about to meet up with these two hoes without me.
I’m glad I fuckin’ came
.

“Cheyla, these are my co-workers, Rachel and Tanya,” Kantwan introduced me. I remember those names from when they popped up on his phone every morning.

“Nice to meet you,” they said almost at the same time, except Tanya was smiling and Rachel wasn't. Rachel looked from me to Kantwan, and he cleared his throat before helping me up into the booth to sit down. Something was not right here.

The four of us sat there and watched some of my old associates on stage, and when Pound Cake, aka Shamece, walked by, Tanya waved her in. She greeted me, and then began to dance for Tanya. I started feeling nauseated, so I decided to go to the bathroom and splash some water on my face.

“Baby, I'll be right back, okay?” I said to Kantwan. He just nodded and continued sipping his drink while watching Pound Cake do her thing. I had to admit, I hated seeing him so enthralled by her moves.

I went to the bathroom to pee and put water on my face to calm myself down. I was hot as fuck, hungry, and about to throw up in a second. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I felt my stomach bubbling, and my mouth become salty. I rushed into the stall and hurled all of my insides it seemed into the toilet. Once I was finally finished, I dug into my purse to quickly brush and rinse my teeth. I had thrown up in public a couple times before, so I was used to this and therefore prepared.

After washing my hands, I came back and started over to the area we were sitting in. When I got closer, I recognized a familiar faced stripper in Kantwan's lap; Miami, the bitch I fought over his ass. Except tonight, I couldn’t whoop her ass because I was carrying his fucking baby. Tonight seemed to be getting worse by the damn minute.

“Really ,Kantwan?” I folded my arms as Miami put her all into the lap dance. I also noticed that Rachel and Tanya had switched seats, so now Rachel was sitting next to Kantwan, enjoying Miami as if she was Kantwan’s bottom bitch or something.

“It's a strip club shorty, what the fuck?” Kantwan frowned as if my existence irritated his soul. That shit hurt, but I chucked it up to me being sensitive.

“Yeah, chill, Cheyla,” Miami smirked as she reached behind herself to caress Kantwan’s beard.

“Fuck you, bitch! You better be lucky I'm pregnant!”

“I hope you know who the father is,” she whispered and continued to dance on
my
muthafuckin’ man, who didn't stop her.

I felt tears welling up, so I just turned to walk towards the exit. When I got outside, I pulled my phone from my pocket so that I could dial Jersey. Hopefully, she could come give me a ride. I felt like an outcast right now, despite me being here with a man who supposedly loved me. I just kept taking deep breaths so that I wouldn’t cry. As the phone rang, I felt someone snatch it from me. I looked to see it was Kantwan.

“Can you please give me my phone back so I can call my best friend for a ride home?!” I was so angry I could spit! Whatever the fuck that meant.

“Fuck do you need a ride home for, Cheyla? You said we could come out, so why the fuck are you mad?”

“Because you got a bitch that I fought over you in your got damn lap taunting me! Then when we get here, it’s two bitches waiting for you! This is where you were gonna go nigga? To chill with them two? And what, have a fucking orgy afterwards with Miami and them?” I hollered so loudly, I felt a rumble in my chest.

“Aye lower yo' muthafucking voice when you talking to me shorty! I was coming out to have some fucking fun! Yes, I have females as friends, and I met them because I work with them! How in the entire fuck was I supposed to know that you fought that bitch? Huh? And why would you be fighting her over me, when I don't even know the hoe?” he barked down in my face, causing me to cower a bit. I saw something scary in his pretty, brown eyes, and I didn’t know what was next.

“Take me home, or if you wanna stay here and carry on with your new Kantwan Camren persona, go ahead. I should've known your ass was gonna change once all this shit happened! So fuck you! Do what the fuck you want, my baby and I do not need you, okay?” I shoved him, but he didn’t really go anywhere.

“You don't need me? How the fuck you gonna pay for them classes huh? What you gon' shake your ass? You can maybe do it now, and that’s a big maybe, but what about when you start showing more huh, Cheyla? You think niggas gon' tip you crazy when you shaking yo’ ass with a big belly?”

“Don't worry about it, nigga,” I began to sob more. “Ju-just give me my phone and go back in there with your bitches.” I stuttered as I began to cry harder. I loved him. The old Kantwan would never speak to me this way. The old Kantwan Camren loved me and would never be hanging out with some females while trying to lie about it. The old Kantwan would never put me down, especially while I was pregnant.

“Nah, I'm not giving you your phone, come on.” He lightly tugged on my arm until we got to the car. We got in, and then he sped out like a madman. “See, this is why I wanted to go out alone. You fucked up my night with this bullshit. I ain't never fucked around on you! I'm the fucking good cop in this relationship! From the very start I've been all about you and what you need and when you need it! You ain't once gave a fuck about what the fuck Kantwan wants! I'm always saving you and having your back, yet all you care about is yourself. When I wanted to be your man, it wasn't cool because you didn't want it. But oh, when Cheyla wanted to be in a relationship, it was expected of me to just oblige. I'm tired of this shit! Sometimes a nigga needs something back. You just take, take, take and fucking take!” He roared as I wept the whole way home. I’d never seen him so angry. He was angrier than the time he caught me stripping.

I said nothing in response to him, and it was quiet until we made it home. I knew he would get tired of me, and that's why I never wanted this shit in the first place. I knew he would make me fall in love, and then leave me with a broken heart, just like Jersey's father did her mother. We entered our home, and I went upstairs while he went to the den. After taking a bath, I climbed into the bed, and cried myself to sleep.

***

“I'm sorry, baby.” I was woken up when Kantwan hugged me tightly from behind, kissing my shoulders and the nape of my neck. The tears came immediately after. He caressed my small bulge, and continued kissing my neck.

“What is wrong with you?” I questioned.

“Nothing, baby, I've just been in an irritated mood that's all. I'm gonna collect myself though. I don't want to upset you while you have my baby in there. I love you, shorty, and I know you don't need me. I need you though.” He turned me onto my back and pulled my panties down slowly, before tossing them to the side. “I need you bad. I don't know what I would do without you.” He dipped under the covers and then placed my legs on his shoulders.

Taking my clit into his mouth, he began sucking gently. He spread my legs wider, bringing my center more into his face as he flicked his tongue and sucked on my clit.

“Mmm, shit,” I panted. I was still angry, but this was too good to stop him. He continued devouring me as if his life depended on it, making me cum four times back to back. “Okay, okay, I accept your apology,” I whimpered for him to stop. I'd cum so many times my box was aching.

“I ain't mean nothing I said in the car.” He threw the covers off of his head.

“Yes, you did, and from now on I'm gonna make sure that I put more effort into us.” I caressed the side of his face as he kissed up my stomach. Once he reached my face, he dipped his tongue into my mouth and entered me slowly. My legs trembled as he invaded my body with his long, thick rod. I felt shocks of pain mixed with pleasure every time he pushed himself inside of me. “Baby, I love you,” I whispered as he sucked my lips, and pounded me slowly.

“I love you more, and I'm sorry.”

Chapter Seven: Elijah

“Does he know why we're here?” I asked Kill as we sat in my car, parked a little ways down from Axel's house.

“Not necessarily, I just told him that we wanted to get at him about some things.”

We weren't too sure about who had Leroy shoot Kill, nor about who had sent someone to try and cut a deal with Sass and Mick, but we wanted to find out. Sass said Portland and Sonny weren't mentioned, so we were racking our brains trying to figure out who else would possibly come for us. It wasn't some new muthafucka, because they knew where our traps were and shit. This was someone who knew us, and we had a feeling that maybe Dante and Ahmad had somehow linked up with Portland and Sonny. I'm not sure how, but shit, anything was fucking possible.