She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (9 page)

Italy

Chapter 7

I woke up lying on Sacario’s chest. My head was spinning, and his cell phone was ringing. I reached over and picked it up looking at a girl’s name that I couldn’t say. I lay back down beside him, and my head started to hurt. I sat up and then my nose started to bleed. I got up and went into the bathroom.

“
What’s wrong baby?” Deuce said walking past me, and then pulled his dick out to pee.

“I got hot
, so my nose started to bleed.” He took a rag, wet it, wiped my face, and kissed my cheek.  He went back in his bedroom and tossed me a T-shirt.

Throw the other one in the trash
,” he ordered as he climbed back in bed. I thought nothing of it and lay back beside him.  I was still thinking about the girl’s name and picture that was in his phone and tried not to get mad.

In the morning
, he took me back to Emily’s and all I wanted to do was sleep. A week had passed, and it was me that was avoiding his calls. I would see his boy at school and walk the other way.

I knew
Deuce was a corner boy even though he would never tell me. Only problem, I never knew what corner he would be on. My best bet was to stay in the house, which was fine with me. I had the stomach flu and didn't want to go anywhere or do anything.

It had been two weeks of avoiding
Deuce’s calls and Jayson at school. I walked over Emily’s house and sat on the porch.

“What up bitch
?” Em said once she walked out the house.

“
Yo’ man was over here. He gave me $500 to call him if I saw you. He told me he would give me another five not to let you leave. You fucked him didn't you?” She asked like I would tell her after all the stuff she had forewarned me about.  I looked away and held my head down.

“Why would you fuck him
? Now he gon’ think you did it for money,” Emily said. I was hella relieved when I saw Ray-Ray walking up the stairs. Emily had it bad for him; maybe her flirting with him would take the pressure off me.

“What up Ven? You’re looking good. Where yo’ nigga at?” Ray-Ray asked and started touching my leg.

“Hey
Ray-Ray.” Emily couldn’t wait for him to get on the porch before she showed her excitement.

“Sup
Em?”

“I don't have a nigga Ray
-Ray,” I said and rested my head on Emily’s lap. She was texting, and I felt like I was about to lose my lunch.

“Damn bitch
, yo’ body hot as fuck,” Emily said and rubbed my forehead.

“
I know I keep getting the fuckin flu,” I lied. I had already went to the doctor last week and found out that I was pregnant. The sound of loud music filled my ears, and I sat up.

“
Fuck”

“What
Em?” asked looking guilty.

I looked down the street to see
Deuce’s truck rolling up the street.

“Did you call him Emily?”

“No, I texted. Come on Ven its $500 girl. He just wants to talk to you,” Emily said like that made it ok.

“His mom hates
me, she thinks I’m a whore. You were right all he wants to do is fuck.” I sighed and laid my head on her lap. Deuce pulled up in front of Em’s house. He got out the truck looking so good. He was rockingpolo, some True’s, and some Timbs. He had a snap back on and some dark ass Gucci shades.

He leaned up against his
truck and looked at me. I looked back at him and he shook his head.

“
Yo’ what up Ray-Ray?” He said as he walked onto the porch. “Come here my nigga, let me holla at you,” he said punching Ray-Ray as soon as he stood up. “Nigga, what I tell you about my girl?”

Ray
-Ray stood to hit Deuce back, and Deuce punched him one more time. Ray staggered back and fell on the steps.

“Come here!
” he said through gritted teeth. He pointed to his feet where he wanted me to stand. He went in his pocket and handed Emily some folded bills.

I stood up and walked over to him
. I was nervous as fuck. I had seen enough Lifetime movies to know that the boyfriend always seem perfect till he was beating ya’ ass. He walked me over to his truck. He lifted me up and sat me on the hood.

“
Why the fuck you look skinny?”

“I got the flu,” I said quickly.

“So
, why the fuck you outside?” He walked between my legs and ran his hand over my hair. “Damn ma’, you look sick as fuck. You need some medicine?”

“No
Deuce, what's up why you paying people to find me? My name not Sakima or ShaKeya whatever that girls name was.”

“See that’s what
ya’ ass get for going through my phone. She just a bitch I go to school wit. Where yo’ chain I bought you?

I touched my neck and
remembered my mother took it for her crack fix.

“
I lost it.” Deuce gave me an icy stare just before he kissed my neck.

“You
gon’ spend the night with me. I missed my pussy.”

“That’s all you missed?”

“No, I missed yo’ mean ass, but you lost the chain I bought you, so you owe me something.”

He slipped his tongue in my mouth and ran his hands down my back. He lifted me off the hot hood of his truck and opened the door
. He helped me in and closed the door. Pointing his fingers like a gun, he pointed at Ray-Ray as he walked around to the other side of the car and got in. He turned up T.I. and pulled off.

We went back to his house and for the first time in a long time no one was home. He took me
upstairs in his room and couldn’t wait to undress me. He locked his bedroom door. That was a new fixture. Sacario took his shirt off, tossed it on the floor, and then dropped his jeans. He started pulling on my shirt.

“Come
here,” he said as he undressed me and rubbed his dick to get it hard.

“
Is this all we gon’ do is have sex?” I asked feeling annoyed with him.

“
Naw we can go to the movies, out to eat, whatever you want to do. Just give me a little bit. Come here.”

I sat on his dick
, and he plunged inside of me. He held me down on his hard dick.. It felt so good, and my nipples were hard without him touching me. He was inside of me, and I wanted him to go deeper and harder. I felt so freaky.

“
Um baby, it feels so good,” I said while hiding my face in his chest.

“
It does ma?” he asked sounding shocked.

“Yes
,” I moaned shocking myself.

“You feel real good too
,” he said as he went deeper. He laid me on his bed and climbed on top of me. He was in me so deep and I don't know how it happened, but my body started to shake and I could feel myself cum all over his dick.

He smiled and continued to hit that
spot making my body jerk. He came inside me and fell on top of me.

“Get up
!” I yelled. I pushed him up and ran into his bathroom.

“
What the fuck?”

I washed my face
, rinsed my mouth, and then walked back into Deuce’s room. I lay back on his chest.

“Do you still love me
Deuce?”

He rolled his eyes
. I could tell he didn’t feel like being bothered with me.

“You
gon’ ask me that every time we fuck?”

“Yes
.”

“Then
yes, I still do.”

He
moved my hair behind my ear and rubbed my back. It felt so good. I really loved Deuce, and it made me cry at night knowing he didn’t feel the same way.

“I'm pregnant!”
I blurted out; not knowing how he would react.

“What?”
he said looking like he was about to fly off the handle.

“I’m having your baby
.”

“How you know
it’s mine?”

Oh
, my God;
I thought wanting to scream and cry at the same time.

“Really
Deuce?” I said and sat up.

“Man
, ma’ every time I see you wit that nigga Ray-Ray…..you even told me you cheated with him.” He sat up and pulled his ball shorts on.

“
I kissed Ray-Ray Deuce, not sex, and you know this!”

“My pops said
hoes were gon’ try and trap me! I didn't think you would be one.” He sucked his teeth and started to get dressed. He put his jeans on and went in his closet and got a stack of bills.

“
Get an abortion, it’s not mine.”

I started to cry
while putting on my clothes, and he kept looking at me.

“Man ma
’, come here,” he said and held his arms out.

“No, I’m leaving,” I said and put on my air force ones. I pulled my hair in a ponytail.

“Man IT
, I didn't think you were for real. Come here.” He pulled me in his arms and kissed my neck.

“Man
, how old are you?” I don’t know why it was important how old I was now; I was pregnant.

“
I’m13, but I will be 14 next week,” I said trying to make it a little better.

“My mom
gon’ fuckin kill me,” He said sounding more nervous than I was.

“So
, what you gone do?”

My eyebrow
raised.

“I don't know
. I’m scared. That’s why I haven’t called you.”

He took his jeans back off and climbed back in bed.

“Baby
, what you gone do wit a kid?” he asked assuring me that I was in this alone.

“
Come lay down. I got you.” He pulled me on his chest and even though I was scared shitless, he made me feel safe.

Deuce

The man in me wants to be her man. I keep telling myself that we gon’ be good. I hit the block every day so my paper looking good. I could make a few more moves, and man up and hold her down like a nigga should. 

The nigga in me
feels like this some bullshit. I’m not ready to be nobody’s daddy. I mean I like Venice, but she just a rat from the hood and hoes like her come a dime a dozen. I’m just gone drop her at home and give her the $500 for the abortion.

I look
ed at her laying beside me and I kind of felt bad. I really was feeling this girl, but that would be dumb to let baby girl have my seed. On top of that, admitting my mother was right! My pops would kill me! I felt like I couldn’t win for losing.                  

I dropped her off at her house
. It was thefirst time I had ever been over there. She stayed in the hood. I mean half the niggas on her block, I served on a daily.

“This you ma?”
She rolled her eyes and leaned over the seat, damn near on my lap.

“You still love me
Deuce?” I’m not gon’ lie I wanted to say yeah, but I paused and kissed her face.

“Why you think my answer gone change
?” I lifted up and went in my pocket and handed her the $500 I was gon’ give her for an abortion. “Look ma this 5 I’ll bring you some more when I get off work. I just need to hit the block. You gon’ call me?” I asked her with my
eyebrow
arched. 

“You still want me to
?”

“Man IT
kill that. I said call me. Just wait till after ten. I will be off work.” I pecked her cheek and watched her get out the car and walk to the door, before I sped off. Truth was, I really didn't know what the fuck I was gon’ do. I wished I could talk to my pops, but that nigga would body me if he even thought I fucked up like this.

              I drove over my nigga Jay’s house. Nigga was more like my brother than my friend. I knew if it was anyone that would help me figure this shit out it would be my nigga.

“
Yo’ my nigga this you?” he said hopping in to my ride.

“Yeah
you know how my pops get. Money to burn.”

“So
, what up my nigga? I know that you didn't come to tell me about yo’ pops?” He took the blunt from my fingers and smirked.

“Man
, she pregnant!”

“Who nigga?”
Jay asked making me feel like I fucked a million hoes.

“Venice
.”

“Nigga
, say word, you fucked the hoe raw?”

“Man
yeah-yeah, fucked up thing I was gon’ tell her to get an abortion, but I think I like her.”

“Nigga
yo’ pops gon’ kill you! On top of that yo’ moms gone merk you. I would give the bitch the money to kill it.”

“Nigga
, but I like her. If I do that she may never talk to me again.”