She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (10 page)

“I know you and right now
you sounding like a pussy. How you know it’s yours? Yo’ nigga, I see her in school and all the niggas be on her.”

“Nigga its mine
,” I sighed and slouched down in my seat. I looked over at my phone and ignored the call.

“
Nigga that’s her?”

“
Naw she cool, she don't call me like that, that’s Candi and she call me all fuckin’ day”

“
You talking ‘bout big booty Candi? You fuckin her too?”

“Just once
, maybe twice,” I told him.

“You know that they go to the same school
?”

“So bitch
, I don't go there!” I took the blunt and took another pull before starting my car. Jay got out and I was left alone with my thoughts. I drove around the city and all I could think about was what it would be like to be someone’s dad.  I looked at my phone and called Candi. She was cool to fuck around with, but every time I saw her, she made it clear she wanted to be my woman.

“
Yo’ ma what up?” I said soon as she answered.

“
What’s this I hear about you kicking it with some little hood girl? So, you think you can play me and I’m gone be good?” she snapped like I was already her nigga.

“One
, watch yo’ tone! Two, who I fuck, you have nothing to do with. You not my girl, we only fucking around. With that said I’m on my way over there. Yo’ parents there?” She smacked her lips and popped her tongue.

“No
, they gone,” she said sounding like she was mad.

“Cool
, I’ll be over in 15. Have that pussy right.”

I went over
Candi’s house and laid up. She was cute and gave a good blow job but her pussy was already busted and she was only 17. She’d had two abortions that I knew of that she didn't think I knew about and always crying about being my girl.

“So
, you gone tell me the truth?” she asked like I owed her something.

“Bout what
?” I asked her with my eyebrow arched.

My phone started to ring
and I looked down and pushed ignore.

“
Who was that?” again she questioned me like we were a couple.

“Look little girl
, I told you don't worry ‘bout what I do!” I looked at my phone ringing again and sighed.

“What up
?” I said looking at Candi praying she didn’t say shit.

“Can you come get me?
” Italy asked sounding like she was crying.

“Right
now mama?” I really didn’t feel like moving.

“Please? I really need you.”
I could hear in her voice that she was upset.

”
Deuce, who is that?”

“
Man, fall back Candi.”

“What's wrong
bae?” I said trying to stop Venice from tripping before she started.

“Thought you had to work?”
she yelled in my ear.

“I do
, what's up”

“Nothing
,” Venice whined.

“Man
stop acting jealous! Where you at?”

“Jealous
!”  she yelled and then ended the call.

“
Man Candi, you play too much! Move,” I said and walked out the door. I could hear her calling my name behind me, but I was so pissed I hopped in my truck and sped off.

I pull
ed up in front of Italy’s house, lay back in my seat, and then dialed her number.

“Hello
.”

Can I speak to
Ven?”

“She just left with her boyfriend?”

“Oh for real? Tell her D called.”

Her boyfriend
;
I mouthed.

I ended the call and pulled off
. I was pissed that she would call me and bounce. I thought about going back and fuck Candi, but a call from Jay changed that.

“
Yo bro, I got a solution to all yo’ problems.”

“Say word, you about to body
Candi?”

“Nigga what?
Nah I was talking ‘bout making some cash real fast! Meet me at my pops trap,” Jay said and I was really in my feelings not feeling like doing shit, but Money is King, so of course I headed towards the spot.

Italy

Chapter 8

              Deuce really meant the world to me. That was the only reason I allowed him to continue to make a fool of me. I knew he didn't love me. After we would have sex, he would vanish for days until he got his next hard.

That didn't change the fact that I was in love with him. I prayed that I was wrong
. I prayed that when I called him he would rush to me, but instead he was with the next chick. I let my mind drift, wondering if she lied in his bed, or if he was in hers. Did he give her money, or did she ride in his car, hell did he tell her the same lies he told me?

“You
ready little momma,” the deep voice said.

Foolishly thinking about
Deuce, I had forgot the reason I called him. Big Dre stood before me and his eyes were full of lust.  Big Dre was my mother’s dealer and also a trap star in our hood. He ran three traps and kept the other crews on their toes.

It was easy to tell what he was thinking
from the way he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. I called Deuce hoping that he would meet me at Em’s so I wouldn’t have to go through what my mother had planned for me.

I stood up
, dusted my butt off, and walked out to big
Dre’s
car. He drove a big ass suburban and I remembered thinking that he was only like 5’9 so what the hell he needed such a big truck for.

We got in the car
, he pulled off, and placedhis hand on my leg. His fingers crept up my thigh and I felt a chill up my spine, but not in a good way. I watched his hand intensely wishing that it would catch fire and fall the hell off me.

             
We pulled into a driveway and my body shook. I didn't know what was expected of me, but whatever it was Lord I knew it wouldn’t be good. He walked inside and I slowly followed. My heart felt like all the blood was being drained from me. My body moved like thick Syrup.

Deuce

I sat in the front seat of my truck with Jay; listing to his quick rundown on what he planned on doing.

“It’s like this
. Big Dre supposed to be running my pop’s houses until he came home, but the nigga not paying the connect. Now he went and found a new connect, and left my pops with a fuckin debt of a hundred stacks. Not that my pops don’t got the cash, but I just hate that this nigga eating off my pops shit. Niggas feel like out of sight out of mind, but I’m ‘bout to show this nigga I’m not the one,” Jay said as he talked with his hands like they were action figures.

“So
, nigga what we thinking on?” I questioned. He sucked his teeth and rubbed his hands together.

“My nigga is sitting on the big house. He said they just
delivered a shipment in and ‘bout to break it down. My nigga Trace that’s in Dre’s camp said he just took some rat to a house to smash, and no one major is on the house so…”

“So
, you want to ride out on this nigga with no plan?” I asked looking at my nigga like he was dumb. Truthfully I didn’t think the money would be worth it. I mean big Dre was a trap nigga, but he got his main supply from my pops, so how much could he be making. On top of that if he came up short, my uncle O would body that nigga, no questions asked.

“Nigga
you with me?” Jay asked me like there was ever a doubt. Yeah I knew going in this house I may not walk out, but fuck it. I nodded my head and popped my trunk.

I had everything that I ne
eded in my trunk to hit a lick. Yeah true, I was a street nigga, but shit I had to be ready to hit the block at any time. I pulled out my all black timbs, hoodie, and True’s. I quickly got dressed behind my truck.

“Let’s ride” I
told Jay as I stepped from behind my truck and climbed inside.

With Jay’s instructions
, we make our way to his nigga B’s crib. That’s when shit started moving fast as fuck. We climbed in a blacked out Ford Eco van. It only had two seats, the rest was just carpet and the equipment that we needed to pull off the heist.

When I looked down and
saw the techs, I lost my breath. I had fired a gun, but nothing like the ones I was looking at. This shit was no pow, pow you dead. This was bang, bang you dead, real life shit. I was sweating, but not enough to let niggas know I was ready to shit myself.

I picked one of the rifles up
, and got completely lost in the gun. It was sexy to me. I knew that B, Jay, and the other two niggas were going over the plans. I just wanted to make sure I knew how to fire this bad boy.

“You ready my nigga?” Jay said hyped up, holding two nines in his hand.

I nodded my head, but truth was, my first thought was my unborn seed. I didn’t want my girl trying to raise my little nigga on her own. I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone. Pressing two, I called Ven up hoping that she really wasn’t with another nigga. All the fuckin’ phone did was ring and it pisssed me off.

I know it was childish, but I wanted to hear my girl
’s voice before … I didn’t even want to imagine what would come next.

“Alight niggas
, we got five minutes. Get in, get the cash and the drugs, and get the fuck out,” the nigga B said as he hopped out the driver’s side and ripped the back door open.

I could hear Jay’s breathing get loud as we pulled our hoods over our
heads, cocked our guns, and made our way to the house. B and his boy hit the back door, me and Jay had the front that way no one was walking out this bitch, but the niggas I came with.

I stood to the side
, allowed Jay to kick the door in, and I went in firing. The gun sprayed everywhere. I was sure I was unable to hit anything, but the power behind it was sexy. The fire power was short lived. Before I knew it, my gun was empty, and Jay was handing me one of his burners.

I tossed the tech, to the ground and followed Jay’s lead. We were instructed that the bedrooms were only rooms to hit, but that was dumb to me. My pops never
had shit where he laid his head.  Jay pulled two trash bags from his pocket, and as soon as we reached the bedroom, he handed me one.

I felt around the mattress for a slit, once we found it
, I reached inside and pulled all that I could feel. Yeah it was a few grand, but not the work Jay wanted.  He looked at me with a fucked up face.

“Nigga no one
hide cash in here no more. It’s in the kitchen,” I tried telling him. I guess he forgot not too long ago, I was working for his pops. I left Jay looking into space, and I dashed out. The sight of dead bodies sitting at the table froze me in my tracks for a second.

“Let’s go nigga
,” Jay said and I shook my head no. Ripping the deep freezer open, I tossed  the trays that sat on top to the floor. Just like I thought, there were neatly stacked bricks of cocaine.

“Nigga
, give me yo’ bag,” I instructed Jay and then tossed four bricks in the bag. The other fourteen I tossed in my bag and nodded for Jay to follow me. “Look nigga they gone dead us and take the cash. I’on trust them niggas. I say you let me hop fences, drop this weight at our spot, and meet you at your pop’s spot. Let them niggas have this petty shit. But keep yo’ guard up.”

“Nigga I trust B…
”

“Nigga you a fool
,” I told him as I shook my head.

I had to roll
wit my nigga Jay. I could smell that this shit was about to go south as soon as they saw the bricks we had. Just our luck, soon as we walked outside, we watched the black van pull off. I shook my head at Jay.

“You still trust these niggas?”
I asked Jay. I was pissed at the fact they didn’t even call out for us.

“
Look I’m taking the bricks and stashing them. I’ll meet you at the spot to divvy the money.”  I hugged my nigga and we parted ways. I had about ten blocks to my car; Jay only had about four to where we were to meet up if shit went bad.

I hid the cash
, met up with Jay, B, and B’s nigga. It was no shock that B’s nigga was already dead. I shook my head took my stack, and started towards the door when I heard a gun cock.

“
Yo’ Jay you cool, but this nigga,  Alton, and Dinero killed my brother a few years back.”

I closed my eyes knowing this was it when two shots were fired and I was still standing. I turned to see Jay’s head down on the table and my uncle Lee standing in the door way. However, B was laid on the floor, his body spilled blood. Jay jumped up, and smiled and winked at me.