Thugs And The Women Who Love Them (2 page)

“I
'm not one of your fucking hos,” Angel screamed as she threw the iron at Snake. He was almost out the door when the iron hit him on the back of the neck. He turned to go after Angel, but she slammed the bedroom door and locked it.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” she yelled.

“I hate you!”

Snake tried to break the doorknob, but he jammed it instead. He started banging on the door, trying to break it down.

“Get the fuck out my house,” Angel screamed again.

“I pay the rent here!” Snake yelled.

“I don't give a fuck!”

Snake turned around, did a karate kick, and his leg went smashing through the door. He reached inside, turned the knob, and it fell to the floor. Angel was rummaging through the closet trying to find a bat, a stick, an axe, anything. She was not going to let Snake beat her down without giving him a fight. She wasn't going out like that. She barely managed to pick up a metal hanger and straighten out the hook when he grabbed her by her hair. She swung around and sliced him across the cheek with her fresh-made weapon.

“Awwh, fuck!” He gasped as the blood squirted out.

He banged her head against the radiator. Angel gritted her teeth as a few trickles of blood wet her forehead. Snake really didn't want to hurt her, so he just pushed her face into the floor. She screamed for her mother. Angel's mom, Julia, didn't even move from the desk where she was sitting. She just yelled for Snake to leave and then mumbled about how tired she was of both of them. After all, what could she say that would make a damn bit of difference? Snake and Angel had been messing around for almost two years. Plus, he paid the rent, Angel's tuition, and whatever else Julia needed. All she had to do was ask, and he paid. She was used to their violent relationship. Just as long as he didn't turn her daughter out, 'cause then she would have to kill him.

Snake calmed down a little when he heard her mother's voice. He inspected the bloodstains on his dark, olive-colored Versace shirt with the snakeskin buttons, and smacked Angel one more time. Angel, still propped on the floor, kicked him in the stomach and called him a punk bitch as she reached for her 9mm. She held it with both hands and aimed at his face. Snake just stood there and looked at those sexy hazel eyes, perky nose, and smooth, sensual lips, which were now in a pout.

“Put down the gun, baby.”

She didn't move an inch. Blood was slowly dripping down her forehead. It really turned Snake on when she was pissed at him and fought back. Maybe that's why his attraction to her was so strong. She was definitely a challenge to him, and he liked a challenge. He had no respect for females who didn't fight back.

Angel was still lying there with the 9mm cocked, pointing it at him. She was drenched in sweat and her nipples were protruding through the tight, see-through blouse she had on. Eyeing those luscious nipples of hers made Snake's dick hard. He loved sucking on those sweet, round nipples. Since Snake's thinking went from his head down to his dick, now he had to figure out how he could get some. He figured she wouldn't give him any if she was too pissed. Little did Snake know that when Angel's eyes shot down and saw Snake's hard dick, it would be much easier than he thought.

Damn,
Angel said to herself.
I don't wanna give in to him now. Not this easy.
As she lay there looking up at 6-foot-3 Snake, her eyes roamed his cold, piercing eyes, jet-black, wavy hair and muscular arms. All she could focus on was how fine he was and how he could make her come for what seemed like forever. She could see why once his whores got a taste of that dick they would go nowhere. It didn't matter that he put his foot up their asses every chance he got. They were there for the long haul.

Angel got up off the floor and asked Snake in a squeaky voice to please leave. She decided to hide her “9” in a new spot, this time on the top shelf in her closet. As she raised up, Snake noticed the long rip in her skirt that exposed her smooth, yellow thighs. Snake's dick was still hard as he reached for his silk handkerchief and started wiping the blood off the side of his face. He didn't say anything, nor did he move from the spot where he was standing.

They both looked around in amazement at the mess they'd just made. The iron was shattered to pieces, the ironing board was upside down, there was a huge hole in the bedroom door, and pillows and blankets lay on the floor. On top of that, Angel's Chanel skirt was ripped and she had a huge, ugly knot on her forehead.

“Come here, baby,” Snake said. “I'm sorry.”

Angel was already standing in front of the dresser, looking herself over in the mirror. Her hair was all over the place. The knot on her forehead spattered small drops of blood on her blouse.

Snake eased over to where she stood.

“Baby, you are so fuckin' hot when you get angry.”

“What kind of lame compliment is that?” Angel sucked her teeth. “You being a so-called pimp daddy, I know you can come better than that.”
This nigga makes me sick,
she thought to herself. “Look, nigga, I'm gonna say this only once. Are you listening?”

“I'm listening.”

“This is the last fucking time we have a fight. Trust and believe, if you ever hit me again, I'm gonna blow your fucking brains out. Look at this fuckin' knot on my head.” She examined it again in the mirror. “The last time. Do you understand me?”

“I hear you.”

“I know you hear me. But do you understand? Tell me you fuckin' understand!” she yelled.

“I understand, baby. Damn!”

Snake inched up closer to her, resting his hard dick on her soft behind. Angel didn't protest. It felt good, but she was trying not to let Snake know it.

“Look, baby, all I'm saying is that you always look good to me. When you wake up in the morning, if you got a big knot on your forehead, it don't matter. You could be wearing rags!”

Snake reached up and started playing with her nipples. They both watched in the mirror as her nipples got harder. Angel's cheeks were turning redder.

“I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to lose my temper like that,” he whispered in her ear.

“I'm not one of your whores, Keenan.” She refused to call him by his nickname.

“I know, baby. You know I love you, and I never mean to hurt you,” Snake whispered in her ear.

“Then why in the hell did you come in here hitting me like that?”

“Because, baby, I told you I didn't want you around that nigga Dwayne. He ain't shit! Study group or no fuckin' study group.”

“I told you we have two classes together. He's a square, and there is no attraction there. You are my man. Why can't you just let it go? How could you be so fucking insecure?”

“I know, baby, but you're spending just a little too much time with him and I already told you I don't like it. I'm a pimp, baby. I know who's a square and who ain't.”

“You don't own me, Keenan. I have to handle my business.”

Snake's hands were already sliding up under Angel's skirt and he was sliding her panties down. He slipped two fingers up her pussy and licked her neck. Her pussy quickly became drenched with her love juices.
I knew she was turned on,
Snake thought to himself. I
don't know why she likes to play hard.

Angel, mumbling through her moans, told Snake to postpone this and come over later, because her mom and little sister were in the next room. Snake, ignoring her, pushed her over and unzipped his Versace pants. They fell to the floor. He put on a condom and then rammed his rod into her pussy in one quick motion. Angel shrieked in pleasure.

“Damn, baby, that feels sooooo good,” she moaned as the hot juices flowed down her thighs. Snake stroked and stroked until Angel's body started twitching, then went limp. She sprawled out over the dresser. Snake, still deep inside her, leaned over and kissed her neck roughly.

“I'll catch up with you later.” He pulled out and pulled off the condom, fixed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. Angel was still sprawled across the dresser trying to catch her breath.

Julia was still posted at her desk doing paperwork, while Angel's twelve-year-old sister, Carmen, had her head stuck in the refrigerator. Neither one of them said anything to Snake as he walked out the front door.

S
nake closed the apartment door and headed down the hallway toward the elevator. As he pushed the down button, his cell phone vibrated. He flipped open the phone.

“I have a Nell calling collect. Will you accept the charges?” It was the dry voice of an operator.

“Yeah,” said Snake.

“What's up?” Snake asked irritably.

“I've been calling you all day. Where the hell you been and why haven't you been answering the phone? I could've been dying!” Big Nell complained.

“Don't ask me questions. I run this shit!” Snake yelled into the phone.

Big Nell was Snake's oldest whore. She had been on the stroll for Snake for almost six years now, and she lived up to her name. She had big eyes, a big mouth, big legs, big tits, and a big, big ass. The white johns were in love with her, but Snake was noticing that her mouth was getting feistier than usual. It was probably because he'd been too busy to put his size eleven snakeskin shoes up her wide ass. He was going to do that as soon as he saw her.

“I got busted last night at the Radisson. It's seventeen hundred to bail me out.”

“You was lying on your back for seven hours and you don't have seventeen hundred? You think I'm crazy?”

“Snake, baby, the police took all my money, and I even had to suck two of their dicks. I'll get everything back for you.”

Snake hung up on her. The elevator still didn't come.

“Damn thing must be broke,” he muttered. “I wish she would move out this building.”

Snake headed for the stairs. At the bottom of the first flight he noticed one of his whores. Lexus was six feet tall with a beautiful body, but her greatest asset was those pretty, long curvaceous legs. She looked like Tyra Banks. She was sitting at the top of the stairwell in the corner in a deep nod, her beige, silk, T-strap Chanel dress clinging tightly to her curves. Her thighs were exposed and her long legs stretched to the third step. Her hair hung wildly and saliva spilled out of the corner of her mouth. Lexus was totally oblivious to everything around her, including mean-ass Snake hovering over her.

I know this bitch ain't high,
Snake thought to himself. He grabbed her arm to examine it and to confirm the needle holes scarring her pretty, brown complexion. She didn't even feel Snake holding her arm up.

“You dumb bitch!” he yelled as he kicked her on the thigh.

Lexus jumped up and slurred, “Hey, Daddy, I feel so sick. I was just sitting here resting and waiting for you.” She rubbed her thigh where Snake had just kicked her.

He slapped her in the face.

“You lying bitch! How are you waitin' on me and you didn't even know I was here?”

Snake grabbed her little Fendi bag and emptied the contents on the stairwell floor. A bottle of Obsession, a half pack of Newports, condoms, one hundred and eighty dollars, two bags of dope and the works to go with it, fell onto the steps.

Lexus's eyes grew wide in terror as Snake examined the purse contents. Lexus knew what was coming.

“Give me the rest of my damn money!” Snake's words sliced through Lexus's stomach.

Her trembling hands slid between her legs and pulled out a plastic bag. She handed the money to Snake and tried to apologize her way out of an ass whipping. As he counted the money, fear was beginning to make her high wear off. He put the three hundred and forty dollars into his wallet. Lexus's knees got weak as she felt his cold eyes staring at her.

“Lexus.” He stared into her eyes. “You know the fuckin' policy. No drugs! Daddy ain't wastin' his fuckin' money on dope. That's money that goes on this fuckin' Chanel dress you got on.” He slapped her. “That's money that goes for the nice fuckin' roof I keep over your head!”

He grabbed her around her neck and tried his best to choke her to death. When Snake got mad at his whores he lost all of his common sense. Instead of thinking logically that these women were his bread and butter, he would try his best to kill them. He had succeeded with four of them in the past.

Lexus was kicking and trying to pull Snake's tight grip from around her neck. Her complexion was no longer chocolate coffee. It was now blue. With one quick motion, he slung her down the flight of stairs. Her body slammed against the stairwell door. Snake walked down the flight of stairs and picked her up. He started to punch her in the face. As she weakly tried to cover herself from the brutal blows, he dropped her to the floor and started kicking her. The kicks turned to stomps. Lexus could no longer breathe. Her entire body felt numb.

“Please,” she begged. “Please stop it, Daddy!” She cried. “I swear that was my last fix,” she cried out.

Snake was startled that she had that much energy left to talk. He stood still and just stared at her, breathing heavy.

“Get your dope fiend ass up. Go somewhere and clean up.”

He straightened out his clothes and went toward the front exit.
Pimpin' ain't easy,
he thought to himself.

When he walked out into the fresh air he almost tripped over Angel's homegirls. Here stood Roz, Jaz, and Kyra, who was Angel's first cousin.

“This ain't my fucking day,” he said.

“Seeing you don't make it our fucking day either,” Kyra replied.

He disliked the threesome, and he knew the feelings were mutual. There was especially bad blood between him and Kyra. Angel always took Kyra's side over Snake's when there was a problem, and that drove him crazy. But he still had to give them their props. At least they were trying to do something with their lives. They were determined not to let the ghetto take them out.

Kyra noticed the fresh slash across Snake's cheek and the blood on his shirt.

“You prick! If she's hurt I'm gonna kill you myself, you fake-ass pimp,” she yelled. “I hate you! I don't know why her crazy ass won't leave you alone.”

“Fuck him!” yelled Roz. “If she's hurt, we're coming after you.” She pointed at Snake.

“All of you bitches can go to hell. That's my woman. I'm fucking her, not y'all,” he said with a sarcastic grin.

That's just why I don't like them. They got too much mouth,
he thought to himself as he turned and walked to his Benz.

“You're gonna get yours. You watch!” Jaz yelled. When the trio reached the apartment and rang the buzzer, Angel's little sister Carmen answered the door. They pushed her aside and ran straight to Angel's bedroom. When they saw the hole in the door they started screaming Angel's name. She was already in the bathroom cleaning herself up. The crew looked around the room. It was still in shambles. The closet door was wide open, showing the open shoe boxes, shoes, and clothes all over the floor. Jaz ran to the bathroom door and started banging on it.

Angel came out of the bathroom all cleaned up, looking fine except for the knot on her forehead. Her long tresses were pulled back into a ponytail. She wore some form-fitting Filth Mart jeans and a white Prada belly blouse.

Jaz, who was the most perceptive of the crew, looked at the glow on Angel's face and assessed the situation.

“After he whipped your ass you fucked him, didn't you?” She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes, not giving Angel a chance to answer. “What is the matter with you? One of these days he's gonna kill you. What do you see in that fuckin' pimp?” She was furious.

“I can't help it.” Angel burst out crying. All three girls rushed over to Angel and surrounded her in a group hug.

“Damn you, Angel,” Kyra said.

“I can't help it. It's just that this is the kind of relationship we have. You wouldn't understand. We've been together for almost two years, and I love him. I'm crazy about him. He's responsible, and he helps us out a whole lot. If it wasn't for him my college tuition wouldn't be paid. And when my mom got sick we would have been in the streets. Plus,”—she gave them a sly smile—“I whip his ass. Y'all know he got the bruises to show it.”

They all burst out laughing.

“I ain't scared of that ma'fucka.” Angel was trying to sound like Bernie Mac. “I laid down the law tonight and told him no more fighting or else I'ma blow his fuckin' brains out.”

“Well, your hot ass is gonna end up dead, and I ain't going to the funeral,” Kyra said. “I am sick and tired of both of you.”

“Please, can y'all help me clean up this mess?” Angel pleaded.