She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy

Deuce &Italy

Chapter 1

Deuce

Mama's
tryna save me

But she don't know I'm
tryna save her

Man, them niggas tried to play me

Man, 'til I got this paper

You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
( French Montana)

              I have always lived in the shadows; the darkness of someone else light!  However, I was born to shine. I could feel it in my blood. Despite life's hurdle, I had to jump to get to the top. I was determined that, no matter what my name was; I would be second to no man, not even my father.  

  I sighed at the sound of my m
other crying. I could hear her three doors down. It wasn’t that she was loud; it was just that my mom did it so often lately that I could feel it in my soul. Sitting up, I ran my hands through my hair
,
and slipped on a second pair of basketball shorts.

Quietly
, I crept down to my mother’s bedroom. I stood in her door and watched as she tortured herself. She was looking at a picture of my father. He had been locked up since I was about ten years old. From my knowledge, he had five more years left. I know that had to be hell on my mother to love a man so much that she was willing to wait ten years for him to get out.  Just as I was about to close her door, I heard her whisper to the picture that she stared at so heavily.

“Carri
, now what?” she questioned my father’s photo like she really was going to get an answer.

“Hey
, ma, you ok?” I asked as I stepped into her bedroom. She jumped and slid the picture to the other side of the bed and wiped her eyes. I walked over to my mother’s bed and sat beside her. Instantly, I caught a glimpse of tons of paper all marked ‘past due. I picked one of the papers up, and read just a bit before my mom snatched it from my hands.

“Ma
’, we gone lose our house?” I asked as I looked into her eyes.

“No
, Sacario!” she shouted calling me by my giving name, so I knew she was nervous. I ran my fingers through my mother’s long jet black hair and in that second I knew I had to step out of my father’s shadow and into his shoes.

“You miss him ma
’?” I asked a question I knew the answer to, but I just wanted my mom not to stress about bills.

“Sometimes, but I’m ok baby
, I promise,” she said and kissed my forehead. She then stood and walked into her bathroom. I heard the door close, and not even seconds later my mother was sobbing again. I took it in knowing that I couldn’t fix my mom’s heart, but then I also knew I would never let someone have me so open that I felt less than a person.

***

The following day, I woke up with nothing but money on my mind. I had no idea how, but I knew that I couldn’t let my mom loose a house that she had worked so hard to get. My first thought was to call my Uncle Lee and Dinero, but my mom hadn’t really spoken with them since pops got locked up and bringing grief to her at this time would not be a good look.

I got my game plan in my head and just knew it would just take
a little cho to set it in action.  I tiptoed down the stairs, hoping to be out before my mom even woke up. Once I made it to the bottom, I stopped dead in my tracks only to see my mother in the living room with a man I had never seen before in my life.

He ran his hands through he
r hair, and then kissed her forehead. I had to do a double take, watching as this man hugged my mom. Just yesterday, she was crying over my pops now here she was in the arms of another nigga.
Wow, I guess you can’t trust a female.

I dusted myself off and just headed out. I still had agenda and
couldn’t let that get me off track. When I stepped, there was a money green Jag with gold flakes parked right in front of me. The car was overly flashy
,
and I had to shake my head. It was in that second that I knew who ol
e
’
boy was.

His name was
Smooth Marks, a known pimp from Flint. He was infamous for his money green cars and outrageous, loud attire. A part of my soul instantly died. The thought of my mom tricking to give me and my sister a better life sickened me.

Taking in what I just saw
, I dipped to my nigga Jay’s house to holla at his pops. Money was a cool nigga. He was abou
t
his paper, and I respected that.

“
What up little Killa!” he said the moment I made it to his house. I sat down at the kitchen table right across from where he was sitting.

“What up Money!”

“What can I do for you kid?” he asked as he sat back in his chair and rubbed his beard as if he knew the question before I asked. A part of me didn't want to put my family business in the street. I definitely didn't want to tell the man that despised my pops more than fire hated water. I sighed and took in my surroundings.

“It’s like this Money. I’m a grown man
—”

“At
15, you’re grown?”

“Last I checked
;
,
age has nothing to do with duties, and I have a lot of responsibilities.”

He nodded his head
, got up from his seat, and walked to the counter to pour two glasses of Hennessey. He placed a glass in front of me and watched me closely. I had never drunk anything stronger than beer, but if this is what he needed to see so I lifted the cup and downed the bitter drink. I suppressed the urge to show emotion as the hot acid like liquid hit my belly. I slammed the glass on the table and looked Money in his eye.

“Look Boss
, I know you and my pops don't see eye to eye, but I ain’t him, though, his name carry weight! That I got. I’m asking for a chance. Front me 2 kilos and I can flip it.”

He smirked
, downed his glass, and then poured us both another. I pushed the glass away and looked Money in his eyes.

“Well
.” He sucked his teeth and then leaned back in his seat.

“Two
kilos? Only a fool would give a 15 year old almost 100 grand in work.”

“Then front me anything
! I’ll double it!”

“
A 8 ball,” he said like I was some rookie.

I looked at Money like he was
crazy; an 8 ball was chump change. I sucked my teeth, nodded my head knowing this was just a test. I guess he was gonna see if I was really about what I said because Money made the call and told me where to meet his nigga, Hakeem.

With
in hours, I was calling Hakeem for my second re-up. Even Money was impressed and had to show me a bit of respect. He watched me closely, but it wasn’t long before I was his number three nigga.

I
started running two of his houses and bringing in thirty grand a week. I thought that maybe I could have been my mother’s hero, but I guess hooking up with that nigga, Smooth Marks, paid off. She was back to the woman I knew.

I didn't hear her cry as much at night
; not to say she didn’t cry. I could tell she was proud because she was always giving my sister and me cash. I didn't need it, but I wouldn’t dare tell her. I didn’t want my mother to know I was hitting the block. I could tell she feared I would be a carbon copy of my father and truth was, I wanted nothing more than to make him proud.

             
Within a year, the nigga Money had come to rely on me. I was skipping school to make cash, and the more cash I made, it seemed the bigger Money’s cut became. He would always say that the price of coke had gone up. Telling me that it was 55 sometimes 65 for a kilo.

Again
I knew better, poppa didn’t raise a fool, but who was I to argue or debate? I had to take what I could get or step out the game. Let’s face it, the money was too good, the hoes were all on my dick, and I loved the game.

             
After working countless hours, I needed a break from the block and decided to stop by Jay’s school. I wanted to show off my new whip. It was a 1988 SS sitting on 22’s with candy paint and butterfly doors; sickest shit any nigga had seen in the hood. I leaned against it with my arms crossed over my chest feeling proud as fuck! Loved watching niggas look at me with envy in their eyes.

“What up bro
?” Jay greeted as he leaned on the car beside me.

“
Shit needed a day off,” I told him.

“
Dis you?” Jay asked.

I turned my face off
, surprised he would ask something so fuckin dumb.

“Yep
, bought it from Cool Mike”

“The
weed head?” he questioned with an arch in his brow; clearly he disapproved. I smirked and focused on a few hoes that walked by. I set my eyes on a vampire white chick.  She had long jet-black hair and pink lips. Her body was slender, but what she lacked in weight, her ass made up for it. Baby girl had an onion on her.

“Nigga
, she a vampire!” I told Jay as I pointed at little momma.

“
She's no virgin my nigga. I see her talking to all these niggas.”

“Nigga
, she a virgin I bet you a rack!”

“Nigga
, how you gon’ find out?” he asked and looked me over with a smirk on his face.

“I’m gone pop her cherry and you gone owe me
two stacks, or three when I do it in a week.” I winked at Jay and walked over to ol’ girl and put my hands on her hips. She stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes like she was pissed.

“What time
yo’ last class?” I asked and leaned down into her ear, making sure my chain dangled over her breast. She needed to know she was fuckin with a boss nigga. She didn't answer nor did she move my hand. I slid my hand under her shirt and rubbed her stomach, her skin was soft like silk, and she smelt fresh like baby powder.

“You see that SS right
there?” I pointed to my ride.

She looked over and rolled her eyes again.

“
Be there by 3: 30 or we gone have a problem.”

I slid my tongue down her neck
, and she shivered. I couldn’t help but laugh as I pulled away and watched her walk into the building like she was mad. I didn't know why that shit was sexy to me, but the first thought that came to me was how I was gone break that ass in.

I hopped in my car and hit the stash
house. I wanted to be able to stunt when I saw ol’ girl. I realized I didn't even ask her name.  After collecting my bread, I hit the mall, got fly and was outside the school by 3:29.