Justify My Thug (7 page)

I fell back and he came at me. I thought he was going to hit me, so I covered up my head with my arms. He stood over me and his raging anger was unmistakable. “Oni, tell me what the fuck was you thinking? What did I do to you to make you hide my son from me? That's some fuckin' bullshit! We had an understanding. You know damn well you didn't have to do that shit,” he spat. The house felt as if it was shaking and the only
sounds were his hard breathing. “Oni, you better fuckin' tell me something or I swear to God I'ma—”

“What you want me to say?” I yelled out. “Faheem, you should already know why. You always go back to
her
.” I broke down crying. “Every … fuckin' … single … time and I always hurt. So I wanted you to hurt. It was always so easy for you to just walk in and out of my life. Did you ever stop to think how that made me feel? I just couldn't take it anymore.” I ranted back with just as much rage. Then he slapped the shit out of me.

“Shut the fuck up with that bullshit. Bitch, this ain't about how you felt. We talking about my son! And Jaz was my woman. I was supposed to go back to her. You knew what it was.”

“Faheem I was—”

“This ain't about you! This shit is about my son. How many years of his life did I miss? And for what? Why? You knew what was up.” And then his voice lowered. “How old is he, Oni?”

“Seven,” I sobbed, stuck on him slapping me and calling me a bitch.

“Seven fuckin' years. Ain't this some shit!” he barked. Then walked away from me and started pacing back and forth.

“Mommy.” My … our son was now up and wiping sleep out of his eyes. “Why are you crying?” he asked as he looked over at Faheem.

“Say hi to your daddy, Faheem.” He looked over at Faheem, came over to me and buried his face into my shoulder. “Say hi,” I forced myself to utter and was sobbing at the same time.

“Hi.” He kept his face on my shoulder but peeked up at the man I just said was his daddy.

“Faheem, I'm sorry.”

Faheem walked away from the both of us.

“Go ahead!” I screamed. “Do what you do best, walk away,” I yelled in anger, hoping he would come back. But all I heard was the door slam.

Man, I can't lie. It took everything in me to not kill that girl. So I figured the best thing for me to do was leave. But not until after I snatched that bottle of Hennessey that was sitting on the counter. When my little man came downstairs I got all choked up. Seven years old? I missed his first seven years? I couldn't get past that. How the fuck can this bitch rob me of being a father to my son? I stood outside on the back porch, took the top off the Hennessy and sniffed it. I wasn't even a drinker but I took it to the head. I slammed the bottle up against the wall sending the glass everywhere. I then got into my truck.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, I didn't even remember driving home, my dick was hard and my vision was blurred.

I heard Faheem's truck faintly in the background. The neighbor's annoying German shepherd was barking. It seems like he stands by the fence and waits for his truck. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was 3:17 a.m. I didn't know if I wanted to act as if I was asleep or go downstairs and start some drama. Coming in here at three in the damn morning.
He got me fucked up
. I turned over onto my stomach and decided to play sleep.

For some reason Faheem was taking his time coming up the steps. That could only mean the nigga was guilty and had something
to hide. He came into the bedroom and sat on the bed. I smelled liquor.
Ohhkay
. That explains why he could barely make it up the steps. He took off his shirt and it sounded like he tossed it at the bedroom door. He then fumbled around with his Timbs. This nigga was obviously toasted because he was having a hard time getting them off. That shit was funny. He finally stood up, took off his jeans and boxers, almost tripping in the process. He then climbed into bed and shook me.
I know that his ass don't think he's getting some
. That's when I turned over and this nigga climbed on top of me, and the next thing you know his dick was at my pussy.

“Faheem, no.” I struggled to push his heavy, liquored up, smelling ass off of me. “I'm not even wet.”

“Why not? I told you to wait up for me,” he slurred.

“Wait up? It's almost three in the morning. It took you that long to talk to her?” This nigga was still trying to put his dick in me. “So what happened? Y'all had drinks to catch up on old times?”

“Yeah, we did.” He tore open my night shirt. I heard the buttons pop off. He started sloppily sucking on my breast.

“What did y'all talk about? Why did you have to drink with her? It wasn't a fuckin' social call.” His responses or lack of, were starting to piss me off.

“Jaz, shut up. You killin' the moment.” He went back to trying to put his dick in but I wasn't having it.

“Moment? You ain't having no moment with me Faheem. Why did you have to drink with her? You don't even drink. You were supposed to be finding out about your son, not having a social call.” I was still struggling to get his heavy ass off of me. “So what happened?”

“We fucked.”

I froze. Did I hear this nigga right? I was in shock and as I
thought about what he had just said, he wasted no time to seize the moment and was down between my legs, fingers inside my pussy and was licking my clit. “What did you say?” I looked down at him as I felt my pussy tingle. I tried to fight the high that I was getting ready to embark upon.
He fucked that bitch and then came home to do me?
I spread my legs wider. Faheem was a pussy eatin' god. I went to heaven each and every time. I now had both hands on his head. “You fucked her … Faheem?” He could have told me that he married her and at that moment I would have said ‘fine'. “Ohhhhh …” I moaned out. “Stop it Faheem and answer me. Oh shit, baby, right there.” My back was arched and I was grinding into this nigga's face. Right when I was about to cum he stopped eating me and flipped me over onto my stomach. I assumed the position, putting my ass up into the air. He slapped my ass leaving it to sting, entered me and slapped me again. Damn, my baby got some good dick. As always, it seemed as if he was reading my mind.

“Whose dick is this?” He slapped my ass again. How did he expect me to answer when he was dickin' me down so good? He was giving me nice and slow strokes, pulling his dick all the way out, to rub up against my clit and then put it back in. That shit drives me crazy. He knows exactly how I like it. All I could do was grab onto the sheets, bite down on my lip, and throw my pussy back at him. We were fucking like we were trying to win a game of tug of war with
my
pussy. He slapped my ass again and it felt good. “Whose dick is this?”

I was ready to ride my dick. “This is … my … dick … nigga,” I gasped.

“Well act like you know.” He pulled out and assumed the position. His dick was standing straight up, veins popping and shiny from my juices. I like the taste of my juices on his dick and on his
lips so I couldn't resist. I crawled between his legs and gently held his balls as I slurped them. I was making his dick even harder. He groaned. I moved to the base of his dick, licked some more before I got greedy and took him in my mouth. His breathing got sharper and I got greedier, sucking, sucking, slurping, teasing … sucking until my pussy was throbbing, I couldn't take no more. My nigga was trying to ram his dick down my throat and release his load, but it wasn't time to do that. I needed to get mine. So I eased his rod out of my mouth. He leaned up, looked at me with this wild look in his eyes that screamed, “Why the fuck did you stop?” I got in position to climb on top. He knew what time it was because he put one hand behind his head and fell back.

My baby was sucking the shit out of my dick. I don't know if it was the alcohol or if she was just that good. I was so fucked up I couldn't decide. I watched as my sexy-ass wife assumed the position, grabbed my tool and slid down on it. She was wetter than the ocean. I swear I could hear the waves sloshing as she seductively rocked back and forth side to side. I slid my hands down to her hips and raised mine. Now we were fucking each other good. We both picked up the pace as our breathing got sharper … faster. She moaned. I grunted. I felt like I was going to cum first but she beat me to it and started shaking. Face twisting. Pussy clenching on my dick. I thrust harder. Wanting her to cum longer. This was my baby. Her pussy belonged to me. I could hold it no longer. I released my load into her.

“Nigga, this dick belongs to me.” She gasped as she fell onto my chest.

“Ms. Li, I have the specs you requested for the property in Japan. I believe that the Kumano Kado region would be a great place to build your hotel. It is a mountainous resort region. For centuries the Japanese and foreigners alike have come to the area to purify their minds, bodies and souls in the Kumano luxurious countryside. According to our research, thousands make the trek to Kumano to visit its various blessed shrines and to bask in the scenic luxuries. Kumano Kado literally translates to “old passage.” It is recognized by the UNESCO World Heritage for its pilgrimages and spiritual history. The three main Shrines—”

“Hon, please do not bore me with the religious details. Proceed with the financial group you have assembled and do whatever necessary to procure access to the land and go from there. Just keep me posted. You may go now. Thank you.”

I sat at my desk and watched Hon Wu leave my office. I'm in a terrible mood and this pregnancy is making it worse. This is
my first one and I promise it will be my last. Usually I'm pretty good with using protection and making sure I don't get caught up. Doctors have always told me that since my uterus is slightly out of position it would be hard, better yet, damn near impossible to get pregnant. I guess that's why I let my guard down when it came to Trae Macklin. Being a woman of power who jet sets all over the globe, I've had my fair share of men in every country in the world. Men of all different nationalities, religious backgrounds, tax brackets, you name it. I could kiss and tell about the powerful men I've bedded and create global scandals.

And for the most part, I've toyed with them all. But Mr. Trae Macklin? To this day, I don't understand how I allowed myself to lose control with … a … low life … drug dealer. A gorgeous, sexy, thug that probably doesn't even have a high school diploma. Somehow I allowed myself to lose my power and now I feel as if he's in control.

Maybe it was the way he treated me that turned me on. Before him, I had never met a man who didn't want me. To be constantly denied and turned away by a man that I felt was beneath me became arousing. It turned into a game of hide and seek. Trae Macklin forced me to become a hunter, when I'm usually the hunted. I recall that day in his office inside the club when I forced myself on him and sucked his manhood. I was confident that my fellatio game would make him act right, but I was mistaken. Then the night I went to the condo where he was staying to give him a check, he made me feel like a two dollar whore. He fucked me, threatened me and sent me on my way. Nobody, and I mean
nobody
had ever treated me that way before. I was so aroused that I went outside to my limo and played with my pussy all the way home. I had entered new territory.

Weeks later I'm nauseous and throwing up at least twice a day. A quick visit to my doctor revealed that Charli Li, the least likely to ever get pregnant, was indeed pregnant. My initial reaction was disbelief and shock, then stunned silence and acceptance. It was meant to be. Aborting the pregnancy wasn't even an option for me. The child growing inside of me was mine and my father would be pleased to have another Li heir.

I had mixed emotions when I thought about whether or not to tell Mr. Macklin that I was pregnant. But eventually I decided that it was only fair to let him know. So I called him and gave him the good news. His reaction was one that I never expected. He laughed and hung up the phone. However, I managed to get his attention when I sent him a copy of the pregnancy test results. He called me shortly thereafter.

“How did you let this happen?” he asked me.

“You attacked me,” I replied. “Or have you forgotten?”

“How do you know it's mine?”

When he asked me that, I exploded. And then he exploded. The conversation ended with him threatening me. I told him that I was leaving the country for a while and that I needed some time to think and decide my next move. After that conversation, I flew to Seoul, South Korea, where I am now. But now that my work is done, I'm heading back to the states, back to California and back into the arms of my child's father.

I laughed to myself as I thought about how my decision to have the baby probably wouldn't sit well with Trae and undoubtedly he'd start again with the threats. Trae Macklin was a lot of things, but wise wasn't one of them. All sex appeal, brawn, business-sense and hardly any brains. He had no clue that he was completely out of my league. Being the only child of one of the
world's most feared mob leaders, makes me a dangerous bitch. And with one phone call, Trae Macklin and his whole family would cease to exist. I silently prayed that he wouldn't force me to make that call. Just thinking about him makes me weak in the knees. So, I'm now looking forward to paying Mr. Macklin a visit. After all, I do miss him and with what I have for him, I think he'll be very glad to see me.

Leaning forward, I hit the button on the desk phone. “Yes, Ms. Li?” my receptionist and cousin Sue Li responded.

“If my father calls, please put him through to my cell. Call Captain Cheng and have him prepare the plane. I'll be ready in precisely thirty minutes. Then page my assistant and tell him that I am ready to go home.”