Thug paradise, p.1
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Chapter 1-King Carter
Young Rich Nigga
Ever since Thug gave his position to me, business has been good and the money is flowing abundantly. My crew and I are bringing in more money in a week than most niggas bring home in a lifetime. Thug told me five years ago my life would change for the better. All I needed to do was get on his team and assemble my crew. At the age of sixteen, my little brother Nasir, our best friend Dutch, and I were known around the hood as the Jack Boys. We robbed any motherfucking body we wanted. We bodied any nigga that refused. That’s what put us on Thug’s radar. Thug wanted us on his team but we couldn’t do any more robberies. We would sell for him and do hits with him and his crew. Since that day five years ago when he approached us, our lives have drastically changed for the better. He upheld his end of the bargain and we upheld ours.
I’m thankful that we linked up with Thug. He isn’t just our boss. He’s like a father figure. We didn’t really have any family so when we were introduced to his family they became the closest thing we had to a family. Growing up I wished we had a family like theirs. Momma Peaches goes so hard for them. The only thing our mother went hard for was a crack pipe. We’ve never met our father. Our grandmother said that our father could be any man in the city of Chicago because our mother was a prostitute.
Our grandmother wasn’t shit either. She didn’t pass up a chance to belittle or ridicule us because of our mother’s fuck ups. We didn’t stand a chance when Trixie abandoned us. She literally walked out the door without as much as a goodbye. I was twelve and Nasir was eleven. My grandmother didn’t want anything to do with us so we were on our own. That’s when the robbing and killing started. We had to do whatever we had to in order to survive. I would roll over and die fifty times before I let us go hungry.
Our grandmother got wind of what we were doing and reported us to the authorities. When the Department of Children and Family Services caught up with us, we were placed into the foster care system. I thank God every day for them not separating us.
We kept running away from our foster homes so we were sent to the Juvenile Detention Center. That’s where we met Dutch. The three of us together were nothing nice on the inside. We ran our housing unit with an iron fist. We were taking niggas dinner trays and making them pay us to keep from getting their asses beat. It was either get down or lay down when we were involved.
After a couple of months of being locked up, the state convinced our grandmother to take custody of us. She didn’t give a fuck as long as she got her check and her cut from our robberies. We didn’t get any complaints from her. I made enough money to pay her off and she took Dutch in as well. His mother wanted nothing to do with him so she turned over her parental rights. It was on and popping then. It’s been us against the world ever since. She died about two years after taking us in and I have never been so happy about seeing someone lowered into the ground.
Now, at the age of twenty-two, I have more money than I know what to do with. Living the lavish lifestyle has never felt better. It feels good to give my baby girl, Imani, whatever her heart desires. She’s only two but I spoil her and her mother, Gucci, rotten.
I’ve been fucking with Gucci since I was sixteen years old .She’s been around through everything and has never once left a nigga. I’m surprised she’s been around this long, especially since we’re not exclusive. She has my heart in her pocket but I mess around with other bitches from time to time. It’s not that I don’t love her. I’m just not ready to settle down and put my all into a relationship. She’s free to have with other niggas. She chooses not to. That’s how much she loves a nigga. Plus, she knows ain’t no nigga gon’ lay this pipe to her like I do or spend this bread on her like me.
Yeah, I’m a young rich nigga with a cocky attitude. I came from nothing and worked my way up in the streets. I proved myself to one of the most ruthless get money ass niggas the streets of the Chi had ever seen. Thug doesn’t trust just anyone with his legacy so I know that I have to stay on my shit and run these streets with an iron fist just like he has.
****
“What’s up Boss Lady?” I asked Tahari as I walked inside their home for my weekly meeting with Thug.
“Nothing. I’m just trying to get this anniversary party ready and my husband doesn’t want to give me any more money,” Tahari spoke loudly so that Thug could hear her.
“You don’t need any more money. You’ve already spent over fifty thousand dollars. That’s too much for a party Ta-Baby. I’m not giving you nothing else so don’t ask any more,” Thug said as he walked into the foyer and we dapped each other up. I couldn’t do shit but laugh at them.
“It’s the one year anniversary of Thug Inc. We have to go all out, Ka’Jaire. Please let me spend some more money. I’ll use my shop money. I just want this party to be epic. They will be talking about this party years from now.” She walked over and whispered something in his ear. The look on his face let me know he was about to give in.
“Twenty thousand. That’s it, nothing more.” Tahari walked off smiling and winked at me.
“I see who wear the pants around here.” We both laughed.
“Hell yeah. My wife is wicked with a gun. Trust me; you don’t want to get on her bad side. Come on let’s go in my office and talk business.”
We walked back to his office and got right down to business. I handed him a duffle bag with ten million dollars inside. It was his payout for the month.
“I’m impressed. When I was your age, I was probably only bringing in five million a month. Keep up the good work. I see that the cash flow is good. Is there anything else going on in the streets I should be aware of?” he asked as he thumbed through the stacks of money.
“Nothing major. I got Dutch and Nasir on this lil nigga Rocko. I heard he’s been on some greasy shit lately. Talking out the side of his neck in regards to Thug Inc and our west side traps. They haven’t been able to catch up with him, but as soon as I do, I’m going to cut his fucking tongue out and mail it to his mother.”
“Yeah. Dead that nigga immediately. Loose lips sink ships,” Thug said as he handed me one million back.
“What’s this for, Boss?”
“That’s for you and Gucci. Take her on a trip and do something nice for her. I’ll let Nasir run things until you get back. I won’t take no for an answer. Make sure you get fitted for your tux. My wife insists that the party be a black tie affair. No gym shoes. Let the whole team know that if they come with gym shoes on my wife will not hesitate to put their asses out.
“I got you.” We did the Thug Inc handshake and I was out.
I hadn’t seen Gucci or my daughter in two days. I knew Gucci was about to be wilding. I made sure to be high as a kite. That nagging was about to give me a migraine. I had every intention on drowning her ass out. If she went overboard, I would get up and leave.
That’s another thing about our relationship. We live in two separate houses. It’s better for me that way. I know that Gucci wants us to live together, but I like my personal space. One day, I’ll take that leap and make things official with Gucci. She’s a good girl and she deserves it. Plus, she’s the only female that can melt this ice around my heart. My mother really messed a nigga up in the head. Gucci says that I have issues with my mother and that’s why I can’t commit. I really don’t know what it is. I’m confused about the shit myself. The only thing I’m sure of is getting this bread and making sure my seed and my bitch are straight. Everything else is irrelevant.
I pulled into Gucci’s parking space and noticed her car was gone. I was glad as hell. I could go to sleep and feel her wrath later. I parked and went inside her house through the side door. I almost stepped back out because I thought I was in the wrong crib. The condo was completely empty. I went from room to room checking to see where she and my daughter were. It looked like no one had ever lived there. I picked up the phone to call her and the line was disconnected. I punched a hole in the wall. I couldn’t believe Gucci just up and left. This bitch took my daughter. I guess she was telling the truth when she told me that one day I was going to look up and my family would be gone.
Chapter 2-Gucci Lennox
Treat Me Like Somebody
I love King. Lords knows I do, but I can’t deal with the bullshit anymore. I’ve tried my best to be patient with him and let him conquer the streets. However, I’m tired of being last on his list. Our daughter and I should come before this street shit. Don’t get me wrong, my baby is a hustler to his heart. I don’t knock him for his ambition, but there’s more to life than that.
The worst thing I could have ever done was be comfortable with us not being exclusive or living together. Since I was sixteen years old, all I wanted was to be a part of King’s world. As long as we spent time together, I was cool. Even if it meant sharing him with random bitches. Things are different now. We’re older and we’re parents.
Imani deserves her mommy and daddy living in the same house. It’s been nothing but broken promise after promise. I love King with all my heart, but I’m tired of playing the fool for his ass. He thinks everything is cool as long as he keeps me laced in the finest clothing and luxury vehicles. I love that he gives me the world without me asking for it. However, those materialistic things don’t keep me warm or sexually satisfied at night.
Leaving King is the hardest thing that I ever had to do, but I had to do it. I need to show him that I’m not some kept bitch that he can play games with. King got me twisted if he thinks he can keep playing with my heart like this. I’d rather sleep alone every night than lay in bed with a broken heart. I’ve been more than a ride or die chick, woman, and friend to him. I was there when he drove a broke down Chevy. I need to get on my grown woman shit. King got me fucked all the way up if he thinks he will continue to have his cake and eat it too.
King’s newfound street status along with his looks has bitches flocking to him. King is so sexy. He’s tall and cocky with shoulder length dreads that he keeps maintained. His light brown skin and brown eyes are enough to have any woman wanting to fuck him on sight. I always tell him that he’s pretty. He hates when I say that. It’s the truth though. He knows it too he just doesn’t want to admit it. He is so cocky and confident. That’s what I liked about him when we first met. He let it be known these niggas didn’t have shit on him. My baby was one of kind and that’s what made me fall in love him. Not to mention the dick lashing he gives me. There is no better feeling than his massive dick filling me up.
As I drove over to my new apartment in Maywood, Illinois, I felt bad about not telling my mother where I was moving. I had no choice though. She would rat me out to King in a second. She loved him because he reminded her of my father, Sincere Lennox. He was known as “Ox” on the streets of the Chi.
Back in the day, he was a vicious and notorious pimp. My mother was his bottom bitch. My sisters, Dior and Chanel, and I are the offspring of a pimp and his hoe. I loved my mom though. She went through hell and high water to make sure we had the finer things in life after my father was killed in a drug deal gone bad. She claimed she had a night job. We weren’t fools. She was out selling pussy, but I would never judge her. She did what she had to do.
King can do no wrong in my mother’s eyes and that really hurts me because I need her support. Thank God that I have my sisters. I can tell them anything, but I’m skeptical to tell them where I am. Dior is with Dutch and Chanel is in a relationship with Nasir. Chanel won’t say anything to Nasir, but Dior can’t hold hot water when it comes to Dutch. Dutch definitely wears the pants in their relationship. He is not working with a full deck. I’m the oldest, Dior is the middle child, and Chanel is the baby. She’s the craziest of us all. She and Nasir fight like cats and dogs. However, I love Dutch and Nasir. They are the brothers I never had.
****
After two weeks of being M.I.A. I started to feel bad for my daughter. She was missing her daddy and I was going crazy in the house. The walls of my new apartment were starting to close in on me. It was imperative that I get some fresh air. I know that my mother is probably going crazy looking for me. I decided not call first. I just popped up on her doorstep.
“Get your ass in here right now! Do you know how crazy we have all been going looking for you?” my mother said as she grabbed Imani out of my arms and kissed all over her face.
“I’m sorry, Mommy. I just needed to get away that’s all.” I held my head down as I spoke to her because I knew her lecture would come next.
“King has been wreaking havoc on the city looking for you. I’m about to call him and your sisters to let them know that you’re okay.”
“No! Don’t tell King I’m here. You can call Dior and Chanel, that’s it.” I grabbed her cell phone from her hand letting her know I was serious.
“I know you have lost your fucking mind grabbing my phone out of my hand. Since when did you start disrespecting me, Gucci?”
“I’m not trying to disrespect you, Mommy. I’m asking you not to call King.” I couldn’t help the tears that were falling.
“Don’t cry, Gucci. I won’t call him but you can’t just up and leave your relationship when things get bad. It’s not about you and King. Imani is what’s important.”
She walked away with my daughter. I fell back on the couch because I knew my mother was about to call King at that very moment. Something inside of me said not to come over here. I should have followed my first mind. I thought about leaving. Instead, I stayed and got ready for World War III.
I pulled my hair up in a ponytail because I knew we were about to come to blows. I didn’t give a fuck what happened. I wasn’t bowing down to King anymore. I was surprised because King didn’t show up. I headed home alone for the first time. My mother wanted Imani to stay with her for the night. I was hesitant because I didn’t want King to come and take her. I couldn’t refuse my mother her granddaughter so I let her stay.
I was tired so tired when I made it home. All I wanted to do was take a shower, eat something, and go to sleep. The feeling of someone’s hand covering my mouth and nose caused me to jump up out of the bed but I was being pinned down.
“I should break your fucking neck for this stunt,” King said as he stared in my eyes with his pretty brown eyes that were looking dark and scary. I squirmed and tried my best to get him off of me.
“I’m going to let you up but you better not swing,” he said through gritted teeth. He let me go and I sat up on the side of the bed.
“I can’t believe you, Gucci. How could you just leave like that?”
“Please leave, King. I don’t want to fight with you. Just let me go on and live my life.” I had my head down because I didn’t want him to see me crying.
“What the fuck you mean by let you go? You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you or my daughter leave. So, get off this bullshit, pack your shit, and let’s go. I really don’t understand why you’re doing this.” He sat on the side of me and was trying to pull me in closer.”
“It’s really sad that you don’t understand what I’m going through. That’s why it’s best I walk away from this one sided ass relationship.” I got up and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
“Would you please stop talking in fucking code and tell me what’s on your mind. I hate it when you do that and you know it.”
“It’s obvious that you hate a lot of things about me. That’s why you can’t commit.”
“Here we go with this shit again. Stop trying to change me. I’m a grown ass man.”
I couldn’t do nothing but laugh at that last statement.
“You think this funny, huh?” He stepped in my face and I stepped back some. I knew he wanted to swing on me.
“What’s funny is you coming up in here acting like shit is all good between us. Bye King. I’m not doing this with you right now.”
I tried walking past him but he grabbed me and threw me into the wall. He was so close in my face that the Doublemint gum on his breath sent a cool breeze up my nose.
“Stop fucking playing with me before I beat your ass up in here. As a matter of fact, I’m done playing with you. Since you took Imani from me, I’m taking her from you.”
He walked past me and out of the door. He slammed it hard as hell. I just slid to the floor and cried. I didn’t cry because he took Imani. King is a wonderful father to our daughter. It really hurts my heart because he doesn’t understand how his actions affect me.
****
“Earth to Gucci. What are you over there thinking about?” Dior asked.
We were out shopping for the Thug Inc. anniversary party. I am in no mood to go because I don’t want to see King.
“I was thinking about Imani. I miss my baby.”
“If you miss her so much, go and get her. It’s been two weeks now. I think you’ve proven your point. You need to make things right with King before one of these bitches bumps your spot. I heard he’s been fucking with that hoe Samaya.”
“Why would you tell her something like that, Dior? Your ass is messy. She doesn’t have to make up with him if she doesn’t want to. King needs to shit or get the off the pot,” Chanel said as we walked inside the dress shop to get fitted for our custom-made gowns.
I didn’t respond to either one of them. Hearing Samaya’s name had me hot. She has been running behind King since high school. She’s the spokesperson for thirsty bitches. I have kicked her ass so many times it isn’t funny. She isn’t even worth the fight anymore.
