She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (8 page)

“I smacked her ass and sent her on her way.”

“Nigga, what you get yo self into? Yo momma hate that fuckin girl.”

Nigga
, after tonight, she won’t.” I smoked a blunt with my nigga and tried to figure out how I was gon’ to talk my mother into having a dinner for Italy.  I dropped Jay off and drove home.

I walked
in the house and went straight to the kitchen where I knew my mother would be. I was her baby boy, and I knew that it was nothing she wouldn’t do for me.

“Hey
beautiful.”

“Hi Sacario
.”

“Awe Mommy
, what's wrong?”

“Boy
, what do you want? I know it’s something”

“Ma
’ why you like that? I just missed my momma.”

“
And?” my mother said with her hands on her hips.

“Ma
’ I don't want nothing.”

“
Shid, what is it boy?”

“Ok
, so the girl that was in my room,” I started and she crossed her arms over her breast and sucked her teeth.

“
What about her? Is she pregnant?” my mother asked and shifted her eyes from me to the stove.

“Man ma
, I really like her and she mad at me and I really--”

“So
, what do you want me to do?”

“I invited her over and I was
hoping you could cook and stuff?” I flashed my smile that I knew my mother couldn’t resist.

“
What time?”

“I love you mommy and 7
:00 p.m. mommy! Oh and be good ma’! I like her.”

I ran upstairs
, took a shower, and got dressed like a nervous child. I was hella fly, but nervous. I walked out the door to go get Italy while smiling from ear to ear. I didn’t know what it was about this girl, but it was something.

Chapter 6
Deuce

             
I didn't know where Italy stayed; all I knew was that her girl stayed in the hood. I just hoped that she there. I pulled up ten minutes after seven and she was sitting on her girl’s porch with her home girl looking like she was ready to kick my ass.

“
What up ma’?” I said as I stepped out my truck.

She didn't get up
, and I wasn’t about to beg. I stood by the truck with the door open and I could hear her little girlfriend telling her something; then a tear ran down Italy’s face.

“Man bitch
, shut up!” I yell at her hoe ass girl. “Come on IT, we are running late.”

She stood up and walk
ed towards me rocking a little skirt and shirt. This was the first time I seen her dressed like a girl. I pulled her close to me and pushed her bang behind her ear.

“Give me kiss
.”

“No
.”

“
Yes! Fuck I say man! Fuck that hoe, she mad I’m not her man. Why you crying?”

“
I didn't think you were coming?”

“Well I did
. Stop fuckin’ crying man. Get in the car.”

I helped
her in and closed the door. I looked back at her home girl, wanting to smack that bitch.

“Man
yo’ girl wanna fuck me! I’on want you around that hoe.”

“
Em? Nah, she cool” Italy said defending the two dollar hoe.

“What I say
?” I turned up my music and slid my hand on her thigh. “Yo’, are you spending the night with me?”

“Yes
,” she said shyly.

We pulled up in front of my house
and I cut my car off and pulled her in my seat.

“I missed you
,” I said bending to kiss her cheek.

“You did
?”

“Yeah
.”

I slid my hand under her skirt and ran my
fingers over her pussy. I slid one finger in her panties. I began to rub her clit, and she pulled away.

“Man
, come here.”

“
No, I don't want to Sacario.”

Man to say she was pissing me off would be an understatement. I hopped out my ride and walked in the house leaving her in the car.

“Where is your gilllllllllllllllll friend?” Alyssa, my baby sister, asked.

“She in the car
munchkin and be nice,” I said and kissed my baby sister’s little face.  Alyssa ran outside and met IT at the door. She took her by the hand and started to walk her in the house.

“So my mom says that you’re
a whore and my dad told her not to call you that. o are you a whore... I like your hair you don't look like a little yellow trap…”

“Alyssa
!” I yelled cutting her off from whatever she was repeating. I picked her up and grabbed Italy by the hand. “Man my bad, my sister can drive you crazy.”

“Your mom thinks I’m a whore
.”

“No
, she doesn’t! Chill out and come in.”

As soon as we
walked in the house, my mom gave me this fucked up look.

“Sacario it
’s 8 o’clock, we eat at 6 :30,” my mom lied. We ate all times of the night, because no one was ever really home.

“
Oh, God ma’ not now!” I said and pulled Italy’s chair out. I noticed how my whole family was there. My aunt Kym, JaySean, Uncle Dinero, my uncle Lee, my pops, and my baby sister. My mom stayed in the kitchen for about forty minutes I guess avoiding the questions that would be asked.

“
SOO, Venice how old are you?” My aunt Kym asked with a smile on her face.

“Come
on auntie!  She goes to Southfield and she’s in the honor’s class.” I said trying to dead the questions.

“
Is that code for younger than you?” My aunt Kym continued to interrogate..

“
Y’all leave the girl alone!” my dad ordered as my mom brought the food out.

“Mrs. Marks
, can I help?” Italy sked standing up.

“Did she call me Marks
? Do I look like a woman that wouldn’t be married at 32? You think you’re…”

“Lanya
sit down!” my dad yelled.

“I have to get the food
Killa.” My mom said as she rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen. Everyone knew my mom was pissed when she called pops Killa. This was gon’ be a long fuckin night.

My mom brought the rest of the food
out. We all sat at the table joking. IT was quiet and I could tell she was nervous.

“So Venice
, are you interested in my son because he has money, or you lay up with any boy?”

“
Um, no ma'am. I mean yes, I mean I like Sacario!” Venice said in the brink of tears.

“Dad
get yo’ wife!

“Nya
, let the girl eat!” my dad said as he looked away trying not to laugh.

“
Sacario, she has my son’s 12 thousand dollars fuckin’ watch on.” Italy looked at her wrist and put her hands under the table like she was ashamed.

“Ma
’ be nice. Come on nah.”

Italy was playing in her food and looking around like she was trying to find a way out.
Finally dinner was over, and I took Italy upstairs.

“You mad at me
?” I asked as we walked into my room. She sat on the bed, and I ran my hands on her thigh. “Um baby come here.”

“No Sacario take me home
.”

“Why
? I thought you wanted to spend the night!”

“That’s until I found out
yo’ mom thought I was a whore!  Emily told me that since you fucked me that’s all you will ever want anyway.”

“
Why you be listening to these busted hoes man?”

“Because you didn't call and
…”

“Man
fuck it. You don't have to do shit! Let’s just go to sleep.” I told her getting pissed off. She was tossing the past in my face like we hadn’t already talked about it.

I stripped down to my ball shorts and climbed in the bed when my door opened
.

“
Deuce, come here,” my mom said as she looked at Italy.

Before I could get out the door
, my mom had her arms crossed over her chest. “What up ma’?”

“
Is she pregnant?”

“
Naw’ll ma, chill.”

“Sacario
Jr., I know a pregnant child, and she is one!”

“Oh
, my God, ma’ you overreacting! Nobody having no damn babies!” My mother smacked me up side my head and crossed her arms back over her chest.

“You need to watch
ya’ mouth Deuce!” I sucked my teeth looking at my mom, she was beyond pissed. “She’s not spending the night!”

“Ma
’ stop tripping. We not doing nothing, she just need somewhere to sleep.”

“Why
? Her momma put her out? She saw that spreading ass nose!”

“
Spreading nose? What that mean! No ma’ dang! Why you trippin? You and pops fighting again?” My mother rolled her eyes and looked away.

“Why what's wrong
with her, Deuce?”

“Ma
!”

“
Guest room by 11 Sacario and I will be checking. I will get the room ready,” my mother finally said. She kissed my face like I was a small child then opened my door and poked her head in my room.

“Good night, Venice.” Italy just stared at my mother. “Venice your mom knows where you are?” my mother continued to ask more questions.

“She
don't care,” Italy blankly said.

“Why doesn’t she?”

“Ma!”

“Good night and Sacario
! Try me if you want.”

I tossed Venice a T shirt and laid down patting the
spot beside me.

“Man ma
, come here.” I pulled her on top of me and kissed her lips.

“
Um, I bought you something.”

I opened my nightstand and pulled out a small box. It was just a necklace with her name spelled on it.

“You serious about this Italy thing?”

“That’s
yo’ name bae,” I said and slipped the thin chain around her neck. I cut the light off and stood her between my legs. I pulled her panties down. I made her sit on my lap and stroke my dick when she pulled back.

“
I cheated!” she said, and then looked away from me.

“
What?” I asked giving her a blank stare.

“I thought you didn't like me and I kissed Ray
-Ray.”

“Did you fuck him?”
I asked pissed that she let another man put his lips on her
;
I thought to myself.

“No
, but he wanted to! I had got into a fight with my mom and I called you. When you didn't answer, he said I could chill with him. I…” I cut her off quickly.

“
Man, I don't want to hear that shit. What I tell you about my pussy?” I said pulling her back on top of me.

“
Ouch baby, it hurt,” she said as I broke her back open. Damn her shit felt good on my dick. I tossed her to the bed and went deep as fuck.

“I’m not fucking playing with
you. I don't care if I never call you, this is my shit. You hear me?”

“Yes
,” she moaned as she dug her nails into my back. I knew I was hurting her, but I wanted her to know I was mad serious! “You love me?” I asked.

“Yes
bae.”

I went deeper causing her to stutter.
I came hard and pulled her on my chest. Her body was shaking and so was mine. That shit was intense. I couldn’t believe that anything could feel that good. In that second, I didn't doubt that I loved her; I knew I did, and if another man touched her I was gon’ drop him where he stood. She was my wife, but I would not tell her. Like my pops would say, my words may not be there, but I’m gon’ damn sure show you.