She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (11 page)

“
Yo’ ass want to commit felonies and yo’ ass want to be yo’ daddy, you better know who to trust!” my uncle Lee said as he grabbed all the cash from the table and guided us out the house.

“You called
Unk?” I asked Jay.

“Texted
him,” he said with a smile as we made our way to my truck.

We parted ways with my uncle
and my first stop was picking up those bricks. The next stop was dropping my nigga Jay off, and I headed back to IT’s house. Fuck! Her and my baby was the only thing I thought about the whole time I was in that house.

Chapter 9

Italy

It wasn’t that
Dre was an ugly nigga. He just wasn’t the type of nigga I went for. He was a thug with a lot of money, but even at 24 he wasn’t half the man Deuce was. Maybe I was sprung, but I wished that Deuce would kick the door in, shoot up the spot, and save me.

Damn
, why didn’t he love me?
I thought to myself as I fought back tears.I refused to be weak. I had given myself to the man I loved, so Dre could take nothing from me.

“Come here little momma
,” Dre said as he walked me past three half naked that stood over a long table with hospital mask on. He pulled my hand and guided me through the house into a bedroom. The room had a box spring and a mattress that appeared to be so filthy that bed bugs wouldn’t dare touch it.  I turned my nose up and stood against the wall.

“
Naw mama, come here,” he said and pulled me over to the bed.

“Look
Dre, can you just tell me what my momma owe you because I can’t do this.” I spoke with authority. I crossed my hands over my breast and sucked my teeth letting him know I meant business.

“A
ww lil’ momma got some heart. Lil momma you know what it is. I don't want money.”

“Well
, that’s what you getting,” I told him and sat on what looked like a makeshift dresser.

“
Yo momma owe me 5 grand. You got that?” he said with an ice grim on his face.

“5 grand
? How dumb is that for you to give her that in credit.” I asked not believing shit he was saying.

“I know she was
good for it,” he said as he moved closer to me. I assumed he was speaking of me.

“Look I
can’t fuck you!  I can work for you! I pulled the 500 dollars from my pocket and handed it to him. Look I will get you 8 grand in 3 months, but that’s all I can do.” He looked at the money, and then counted it.

“Oh
, you gone to work for me?That’s cute. Well right now I’m about to work on you.”

I tried
talking to him, but he was full of lust.

So
, what can you do for me? he asked getting closer to me. His tongue was hanging out his mouth
.
“Yeah I can cook and cut, but I can’t fuck you.”

“See
yo’ mom promised me 1500 tonight.  I say that pussy worth two stacks. What you think?”

I sighed
hating the feeling of his hands running through my hair. I sucked my teeth and watched his every move. I held my head high because I knew what was about to happen. I thought about Deuce and if he had been a real man then I would not be in this situation.

I didn't get myself pregnant
, yet he mad at me like I did.  Big Dre lifted my T shirt and pulled one of my breasts out. Dre plopped it in his mouth and bit on my nipple. It was already tender and his teeth didn't make it feel no better. I bit down on bottom lip as Dre unbuttonned my jeans and yanked them off like they were bugging him. 

He looked at me
, but I looked away. He wouldn’t get my tears.  Sliding his thick finger inside me, he said, “Oh yeah, this shit good and tight.”  He then pushed another finger inside of me. He pushed my legs as far as they would go and ripped my panties as if they were a sheet of paper.

“You ever had
yo pussy ate lil momma?” I shrugged my shoulders and closed my eyes. I could feel the heat from his mouth as his tongue explored my walls. He got to my clit and began to suck.

I wanted to fight it, but whatever he was doing caused me to cum and my nipples g
ot harder. My lips even were shaking. He used his tongue like a dick and grinded it inside of me, and then he moved it in my hole like a dick. I moaned again, and then I covered my mouth and looked down at him as he slid a finger in my hole as he bit down on my clit.

“
Yo’ Dre, we got problems. The stash just got hit.”

He moved his face and looked at me.

“We gon’ finish this when I get a chance,” he said.

Dre
looked at the dude that had just come in the room and ordered him to take me home. He walked out the room with his phone to his ear and was yelling before I could put my jeans on. I got up and walked outside deciding to walk rather than let his home boy take me home and rape me himself.  It took about two hours to get home, and when I got there, I saw Deuce’s truck sitting in front of my house. I walked up to the car and tapped on the window.

He sat up and looked over at me. He unlocked the door and ended the call he was on. I opened the door and rolled my eyes

“Why you here Sacario?” I pretended like I wasn’t happy to see him.

“Man get in the fuck
in’ car,” he ordered and looked me over like I was a novel. I got in the truck and sat down. He locked the door, started the truck, and pulled off.

“Fuck was you at?”
he yelled.

“I was hanging wit
Em.”

“No
, you wasn’t. I was over there. Let’s try this again, where was you at?” He grabbed me by my shirt and smelled it. “So, you were wit a nigga fucking?”

I cut my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest
. He had thenerve to ask what I was doing when he was just wit a hoe.
Blah Nigga;
I thought to myself.

“
You hear me talking to you IT?”

“Yeah
I hear you!”

“You fuck another nigga wh
ile you carrying my seed?”
Wow nigga think I fuck another nigga and he have a change of heart.

“No Sacario I didn't fuck nobody
. That’s yo Cheating ass!” He raised his hand, and then hit the arm rest.

“I didn't cheat on
yo’ ass! If I was fucking around on yo’ ass I wouldn’t have answered the phone. I can’t help it if hoes be ‘round me when I work.”

“
Whatever,” I said not trying to hear his shit. He cut his eyes at me.

“Fuck you
talking to Venice? I’m not ya’ girl or that weak ass nigga Ray-Ray,” he said and then looked back to the road.

“Grab the wheel
,” he ordered. I immediately obeyed

Deuce lifted up and went into his pocket. He pulled out three stack of  folded over bills. He went into his other pocket and pulled out four more.

“Count that
,” he said and put his hand back on the wheel. I started to count each stack of money while glancing over at him with every stack I counted.

“9
,850,” I told him holding half the money tightly between my legs. He lifted up again and went into his back pocket and pulled out threehundred dollar bills.

“That
’s 10 stacks, so you can get a place for you and the baby.  I swear to God, you fuck another nigga IT, I’m gone kill you and him both!”

A tear ran down my face as we pulled up to his house.

“Put that money up.” He opened the glove box and I put it in there. He locked it, and then handed me the key.

“Get
yo mom to get you a place. Tell her you got four and give her one. I will pay for whatever else you need.”  He got out the car and slammed the door and walked onto the porch and looked back at me.

“
You coming,” he yelled as I opened my door. I followed him in the house likeike a scared puppy.

“Hello
,” I spoke to his mother. She looked at me and waved me over.

“Sacario go in my room and bring me those bags by my bed.
” Everyone in his family was bossy.

“
Sit down!” his mother ordered.

“
Do you prefer I call you Venice or do you like Italy?”

“I don't care
.”

She rolled her eyes,

“My husband calls me Nya so his family calls me that. I don't have a choice, I’m giving you one.”

“Italy is fine I guess”

“Here Ma’.” Sacario handed his mother the bag and she looked at me.

“If you
gon’ be with my son you got to dress the part. We don’t do K-mart.” She winked at Deuce and smiled. She handed me four bags all with either clothing or shoes.

“Thank you
ma’am.”

“
You’re welcome you can take them home or put them in your room! Let me say that again. Your room!”

“Ma she don't need a room”

“She do if she spending the night in my house. I’m too young and cute to be called granny by anyone. I prefer nana.”

She smiled and walked into the kitchen
. I wondered if she knew. I grabbed the bags and took them upstairs. I sat them next to Deuce’s bed and kicked my shoes off and laid down.

“
Naw man, go take a fuckin shower. You smell like a fuckin’ nigga and that shit not cool.”

“
What babe?” Why I asked that, I don’t even know.

“Get the fuck out my bed until you take a shower.
” 

He Kicked off his shoes and took off his jeans and climbed in bed.
I sucked my teeth and went in his bathroom to take a shower waiting for him to join me. After thirty minutes, it was clear he wasn’t coming. I got out dried off bushed my hair in a ponytail and walked into his room rubbing my body with baby oil. I climbed in bed beside him. He sat up, looked at me, and then turned his body to face the other way like he didn't want to touch me.

“Sacario
, you not gon’ hold me?”

“Naw tell that nigga to
.”

He grabbed his pillow and tossed it to the floor
. He walked over to the closet and pulled a blanket and lay on the floor. He was acting like a baby, but it was me that couldn’t help but cry.

To Be
Continued

Coming April 2014