Honor Thy Thug (25 page)

As I went to close the door all the way and lock it, I was stopped. Trina had finally decided to bring her ass in. “Where have you been?” I asked, walking over to the food cart and noticing the bottle of wine and two glasses on the cart, items that I didn’t order.

“I was wondering the same thing about you.” His voice was a whisper, but there was no mistaking who it belonged to. I damn near snapped my neck as I turned around and stood face-to-face with Kyron. Here I was standing naked except for a towel wrapped around the top half of my body. I didn’t know whether to run or scream. As if he was reading my mind, Kyron said, “Relax, Shorty. I’ve seen you naked before.”

“What are you doing here, Kyron? I want you to leave.” I went to the door, and he moved in front of it. I was trying my best not to panic.

“Not before you have a drink with me,” he whispered. He turned around and put the lock on the door. He took off his jacket that went with a three-piece Armani suit. There was a burner tucked down in the front of his pants. He folded the jacket and laid it across the back of the sofa.

“Kyron, please. I need you to leave.” I started trying to figure out why he was here. How he knew I was here, how he got here, the whole nine.

“Not before you have a drink with me. Have a seat.”

“Let me put some clothes on.”

“Sit down, Shorty. The sooner you have this drink, the sooner I can leave. We fucked before, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer.” He was being a little too laid-back for me.

I hated this nigga and was a glad to see the burner in his waist. I thought maybe I could take it from him and blow his fucking brains out. I looked him over. He had lost a little weight, and I noticed that his voice was raspy, and he had a large scar at the base of his throat. I couldn’t help but crack on him. “So it looks like you wear your scars well.”

I smiled. Shorty still had a sense of humor. However, through the tough exterior, I could see that she was nervous. She was puzzled about how I found her or why I was there. I’d let her figure it out, since she had so many jokes. I went over and popped the wine bottle.

“Can I at least have my breakfast before it gets cold?”

“Sure.” I waited as she got up, picked up her trays, and set them on the table. Then I filled both of our glasses with wine.

“You know what? Forget it. You messed up my appetite. As a matter of fact, you messed up my day, my marriage, you name it. Let’s drink to that, muthafucka! Since you want to drink to something.” She came charging at me. I grabbed our drinks and set them on the table before she could get to me. I turned around, lifted her up, and to her surprise, set her on top of the table, too.

I stood between her legs and stared into her eyes. I was excited to finally have this time with Shorty. “Relax,” I said as I sat in the chair in front of her. I pulled my burner from my waist and set it on the chair next to me and slid it under the table. If she had plans on snatching it out of my waist, she had to come up with another one.

“Kyron, why are you here?”

I passed her the glass that I’d poured for her, and I picked up the other one and tapped it against her glass. It was time for a toast. “To life.” I sipped my drink.

“To death. Specifically, yours,” Tasha said, and she took several sips of her wine. “Okay, we had our drink, so now can you leave?”

“Not until you drink up.” I took another sip and then placed my hand on the bottom of her glass, easing it toward her lips.

“I swear, you fucked up my day, my whole vacation.” She drank the last of what was in her glass. “Does your girl know that you’re here fuckin’ with me?”

“She knows what she needs to know.”

“What is she saying about you constantly fuckin’ with me?”

I removed the blunt and the lighter from inside my vest.

“Why are you getting comfortable? You said a drink, not a smoke. And how do you expect to smoke with a hole in your neck?” She chuckled. “Seriously, you need to be seeing your way out, Kyron.”

“I thought you wanted to know what my girl had to say about me fuckin’ with you?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I really don’t give a fuck what she thinks. Can you leave now?” Tasha asked.

I saw sweat beads beginning to form on her shoulders. It was about to be on.

When he had took the gun out of his waist, I thought it was over for me. I just knew that this crazy nigga had come to kill me once and for all. But when he set the gun on the chair, I exhaled. I was still scared, so I kept running my mouth. But now there I was,
sitting on top of the table with only a towel wrapped around me.

“Can I turn up the air? It is getting warm in here.” I unwrapped the towel from around my head and began fanning myself with my hand.

“You’ll be all right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He lit his blunt. “I’m not smoking with you, Kyron. I had the drink, and now I would like for you to leave. You are making me very uncomfortable.”

He took a pull, held it in, and then released the smoke. “How uncomfortable do you think I felt laying up in that hospital bed?” He took another pull and blew some smoke in my face.

I was beginning to feel light-headed. My pussy was tingling, and I was sweating, ready to come out of the towel. “I gotta turn the air up, Kyron.” I went to get off the table, but when I rose up, I felt dizzy. Then it hit me. “Kyron, you put something in my drink, didn’t you? Where is my sister?” I was beginning to panic.

“Chill. Take a pull of this. This will level you out.”

“What did you give me, Kyron?” It had to be something, because my vision was a little blurry.

“Take a pull.”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone?”

“Take a pull, Tasha, or else you gonna start trippin’.” He put the blunt to my lips; I inhaled, held the haze in, and felt as if I was floating and my pussy was smoking hot. Kyron leaned over and put the blunt out. He sat up and kissed my knee and the inside of my thigh. I began to tremble.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” I was confused. I honestly wondered why.

He shrugged. “I keep asking myself the same damn thing.”

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew he wouldn’t do it, but I asked anyway. “Kyron, please leave now.”

“You know you don’t want me to leave, not right now, anyway. Things are about to get heated.” He kissed my knee and thigh again. It felt like this nigga might be right. My clit was throbbing. I placed my hand on his head and found myself running my fingers through his curly hair. The tears were still flowing. “Shorty, stop crying. Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, and you know I ain’t got nothing but love for you,” he said as he spread my legs and planted kisses up and down the insides of my thighs. “I thought I’d never be able to do this again.” He spoke as if this was what he lived for as he parted my lips and went to licking on my clit. I now had both hands on his head
, encouraging him on.

“Kyron . . . “ I moaned. “You’ve got a girl.”

“She ain’t you.”

“This has to . . . ssstop . . . oh, this feels good.” I spread my legs wider as he ate my pussy as if he hadn’t eaten a meal in months. I came real quick. My towel came open, and now there I was, butt naked lying on the table in front of Kyron. He stopped eating my pussy to admire my nakedness. I was ready to fuck. I felt high. I felt dizzy. I was on fire.

I leaned forward and began unbuttoning his vest. He smirked. “You ready to fuck big daddy now, huh.” He placed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it just the way I liked it.

“You gotta drug a bitch to get the pussy? What’s wrong with this picture?” I asked him. “I thought you were more of a boss than that.”

“I wanted you bad. But would you have given it up willingly?”

“Hell, no . . .”

“Well, you answered your own question.” He unzipped his
pants, and I swear, the biggest dick I’d ever seen popped out. It looked as long as my arm. It had to be the drugs. I felt his strong hands grab my ass; as he lifted me up, I grabbed that big monster and put it at my opening, and he eased me down onto the hardest dick I’d ever felt in my life. Again, it had to be the drugs.

We both moaned out loud.

“Fuck me, Kyron! Fuck this pussy real good, and make me know who this pussy belongs to.” But in reality, I was doing all the work. He leaned back and stretched his legs out, and I was riding that big dick. I couldn’t get enough. “Kyron, fuck me, damn it!” I gritted. He sat up, held me up and still inside, set me on the table. He raised both my legs up and went to fucking me. Fucking me good and hard. I was taking the dick like a champ, but still, I couldn’t get enough.

He pulled out. “I’m about to nut.”

“I don’t care, nigga. You came here to fuck me, so fuck me!” He sat down and went to eating my pussy. I couldn’t come for shit, and it was driving me insane. “Give me the dick, Kyron, I need the dick.” He stopped and looked up at me, mouth glazed with my juices. He yanked me up, turned me around, and he went deep into my pussy from the rear. I heard the food tray hit the floor as I grabbed onto the table. Finally, he had found my spot. “That’s it, nigga! My spot! Punish my spot!”

“Like this?”

“Just give me the dick, nigga! Punish this pussy.”

He was going all in, and it was good as fuck. I was loving every stroke, trying not to climb across the table.

Finally, I felt that first wave. My orgasm was coming on good and strong. Kyron kept stroking until he couldn’t stroke any more. He pulled out and squirted all over my ass and my back as if I
was some ho in the strip club, who had just finished fucking him for twenty dollars. He snatched me up by my hair and stood me up. He was trying to kiss me and went to sucking on my neck.

“You hate me, remember?” I reminded him. My head was spinning.

“I love you, too.”

“A bitch like me thinks my clit is made of gold, remember? I’m a ho, remember that?” I reminded him of the shit he had put in his letter to me as he passionately planted kisses on my neck and shoulders. “You’ll die over this pussy, won’t you?”

He turned me around roughly and set me back on top of the table. He went to kiss my lips, but I turned away. “I want to fuck some more,” I heard myself say. I didn’t care that his dick was limp. I was still on fire. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As soon as he laid me across the bed, he stripped. The last thing I remembered was him spreading my thighs and telling me how good it felt to be fucking his Shorty again.

•   •   •

I was crouched in the corner, wrapped in a sheet and shivering. I was freezing cold. I wondered why the police and all of these strangers, along with Trae, were standing over me. My ears were popping as if I was up in high altitude or as if I was under water. I could barely hear.

Someone had a blanket and was hovering over me, trying to get me to stand up. I was fighting him off me. “Who do you think you are? Get away from me! I hate you! I’m a ho, remember?” I heard someone say, but it didn’t sound like me. I felt a needle pierce my arm, and then everything faded to black.

My meeting with Mr. Li was bittersweet. Bitter because he said he was standing firm on the fact that he was going to hold me responsible for what happened to his daughter, despite what I told him about her telling me he wanted the meeting. Our business deal was off the table. I thought it was some bullshit, but what could I say? It was sweet for two reasons: first, he hadn’t linked the dogs to me, and second, he gave me his word that there was not going to be any retribution against me or my family. That was the number one reason I’d wanted a face-to-face. I needed to look into his eyes.

When I went home and Tasha wasn’t there, I checked with my aunt, and she had Tasha’s travel itinerary. “So she’s not coming back until tomorrow?” I asked her, not wanting to believe that Tasha had taken her ass to Vegas anyway.

“That’s what the travel plans say. Don’t tell me you’re going out there? She’s only on a relaxing trip, boy. Damn. Let her be.”

“No. She’s with her sister, and I haven’t heard from her. Something’s not right. I can feel it.”

“Okay, then. Suit yourself.”

I showered, dressed, and headed to Vegas.

•   •   •

As we drove to the hotel, I could only think about how Tasha always had to try me. It was like she got off on that shit.

When the driver pulled up in front of the Bellagio, I spotted Trina strutting in her stilettos going inside. I barely gave the limo time to stop. I jumped out and rushed to reach her. You talking about perfect timing? I had it today.

“Trina!” I called out. When she turned around and saw me, it looked as if she shit on herself and the color drained from her face.

“Trae?”

“That’s my name. Why are you looking at me as if you just saw a ghost? What did you do with my wife?”

“I left her in the room. What brings you out here?” She asked me that shit as if I’d bumped into her at the park or the mall.

“My wife. What do you think?” Placing my hand on her shoulder, I led her to get on the elevator. “Take me to Tasha.”

“We are not in the main hotel, we are in the villas. Follow me.”

“Lead the way.” I released her so she could do just that.

Trina was walking, but the bitch wasn’t moving fast enough for me. It was if she was stalling. “I know Tasha told you that I didn’t want her ass out here. However, once again, I see that you managed to get her tied up in some bullshit. So what y’all been doing?”

“Trae, for your information, it was Stephon’s birthday, and your wife hasn’t even been out of the room. She’s been gettin’ her
chill on. Me? I’ve indulged in a little bit of gambling, shopping, and partying. You know how I do.”

I didn’t respond, because I knew the bitch was lying. I followed Trina, and she stopped at villa number 1711. She fumbled around in her purse for a few seconds and then pulled out her key card and opened the door. “I’ll let y’all have a few minutes. I’ma go and check out this little shop that I saw.”

Whatever
, I thought to myself as I stepped into what looked like a town house. My Berluti’s sank into the plush carpet. My eyes darted around as I made my way toward the kitchen. I saw the two empty wine glasses lying on the table. There was a tray of food on the floor, towels on the table.
What the fuck is going on in here?