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  Addicted to a Dirty South Thug 3

  By Shan

  Copyright 2016 by Shan

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  Previously in Addicted to a Dirty South Thug

  Cuba

  “Cuba Lance,” Khi said into the microphone, and I heard a few chicks hollering like they were at a Barry White’s concert or some shit. I smiled, but I couldn’t get my cousin, Tangie, off my mind. She had come to tell me that Briana had just came to the party, and I guess, to make sure I was in place for Khi’s surprise proposal.

  It blew the both of us when that bitch, Tameeka, from the shop, decided to announce that she had been sleeping with Cass and was pregnant with his baby. That was some hoe ass shit, and I hoped that Cass wasn’t out here living foul like that. Tangie deserved better, and the nigga had already done her dirty years ago before he got locked up.

  I shook their drama off my mind, though, and looked back down at my man as he pulled a box from his pocket. He opened it and the fattest ring I had ever seen in my life glistened under the light.

  “I knew that, when I first laid my eyes on you, I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You was like my diamond in the rough. You everything a nigga could ever want and need in his life. Some days, you like one of the boys, and I can just kick back and crack jokes with you, and you crack them bitches right back. I always knew that you was my soul mate, Ma. I was telling that shit to everybody that would listen.

  I made a few mistakes along the way, but you stuck by my side, and I appreciate you for that. You’ve been a good ass mother to my daughter, and I just can’t get over how much you love my kid. I wanted to do this on this particular day at this time, because I wanted to make sure I brought this year in right. New year, new us type shit. I wanted to do it in front of everyone so that all these hoes know I’m off limits and know that you’re my queen. I want these niggas to know what’s mine and that I ain’t playing no games ‘bout that either. I love you baby; you’re a nigga’s backbone already, but what I wanna know is will you be the kid’s wife? Will you marry me babe?”

  “Bruh! Bruh!” I heard Cassidy yell from the crowd, as I wiped away the tear that slipped from my eye and nodded my head yes. Another tear fell and then another one, and I no longer tried to hide them. Khi slid the rock onto my finger, and I brought my hands to cover my face as I cried uncontrollably. I was just so overwhelmed with joy and happiness, and I couldn’t even believe that this was happening to me. After being with a guy like Rue, and spending three years of my life in jail, I never thought that I would find someone to love me the way I was supposed to be loved. I had wanted so badly to run from Khi or just push him away and leave him for every mistake he made, but I realized that I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t run away from something that was meant for me. I loved this man in front of me so much, and I was ready and prepared to spend a lifetime with him.

  “Baby, stop crying,” Khi said, as he chuckled and tried to pull my hands away from my face, but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t want everyone looking at me like this. I knew that my makeup was running and that my eyes were red from crying so hard. “I assume that was a yes, right, since you nodded your head?”

  “Yes, yes, baby, I will marry you,” I said to him, and he wrapped me up in a hug. He held onto me for a long while, and the crowd began to disperse, while others looked around for someone to dance with when the DJ dropped the track “All My Life” by K-Ci and JoJo. I began to giggle, as I looked up into Khi’s eyes.

  “I’m saying though; you don’t like my romantic side?” Khi asked, and I nodded as I stared at him. He stared back at me with those hazel eyes and smiled as he pulled a strand of hair from my face. “Don’t let that shit with Tangie them bother you baby. This about us right now.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I just wasn’t expecting that,” I told him, and he nodded and then looked back at Cassidy.

  “Everyone makes mistakes. We just gotta learn how to not make so many and fix the ones that we have made,” Khi told me, and I didn’t know what he was getting at, but I just nodded, and laid my head into his chest.

  Khi and I stood in the middle of the floor holding onto each other as we rocked back and forth to the music. I couldn’t believe that I was about to be Mrs. Cuba Prince. I could already imagine the shenanigans I was about to have for my wedding. Khi just didn’t know what he had done, because I had been waiting for this moment for my whole life.

  “I’m going to go to the restroom to clean my face,” I told Khi, once the song had ended. I looked up at him, and he leaned over and kissed me on my lips.

  “Hurry up and come back, because I’m ready to go. You know I can’t do the crowds for too long,” Khi told me, as he pulled at his tie and adjusted his jacket.

  “A’ight. I’ll be right back.”

  I turned around and headed in the direction of the restroom, so that I could clean up the makeup that I was sure was running down my face. I was just going to take a towel to wipe the shit completely off. I didn’t really do makeup like that anyway, but I wanted to make sure I was just as fly as my nigga when we stepped into this party tonight.

  I smiled as I stepped into the restroom. The feeling of happiness was just running through my soul. I covered my mouth and blushed just thinking about the fact that Khi had just proposed to me. I had no idea that this was coming. He talked all the time about how he wanted to marry me, but I didn’t take his ass too seriously. He stayed on joke time, but man, he just didn’t know he had made me the happiest woman alive tonight.

  I walked over to the sink and grabbed a few paper towels from the dispenser. I turned the water on and wet a couple of them before using the towels to wipe the makeup from my face. I then scrubbed a little to ensure that I had gotten all the residue from my skin. When I pulled the towel away, I caught a stench of a cigarette, and that was when I looked up and through the mirror to see Briana standing behind me.

  She looked nice. Her hair was falling down into some pin curls, and she had on a cute satin and pearl catsuit that had diamond embroideries around the neck part. There was a black belt around her waist that looked out of place, but her ass made it work. Briana had a shape to die for, so the suit fit every curve of her body and had her looking like had just stepped off the set of a video.

  “What’s up girl?” I said to her, as she quietly stared at me while puffing on her cigarette.

  I hadn’t seen or heard from her since the day me and her got into it, and I had lost my baby due to being poisoned. Khi had come through and put both Selena and Briana out the house and said that Selena was the one that had put that shit into my food. Til this day, I thought about how crazy all
that shit was, because I had never even tasted the anti-freeze and the coke? That shit was beyond me. I did remember taking a few sips of the broth from the soup and my lips going numb, but I didn’t think nothing of it.

  I couldn’t believe that Selena would stoop to such measures, but then again, maybe I wasn’t surprised. I mean, this was the chick that had slipped into Khi’s house that time while he was sleeping and then chased me with a knife. The hoe was crazy, but damn. She had had her baby a few days after Dae’s incident and had only sent a few pictures to Khi. She named their daughter Kenya Lena Prince, and she weighed 8 pounds and 4 ounces. Selena was being a true bitch to her word, because she had refused to tell Khi where she was, and would only send him a picture once a week. He had already had legal paperwork drawn up and was prepared to sue for custody, but he just had to find her first.

  As for Briana, she was just being herself. Once Khi told her that I was what he wanted, she disappeared, and as far as I knew, she and Khi hadn’t had any contact. I was cool on that, because the bond I had with Skylarr grew every damn day. I didn’t even understand how a mother could not want to be a part of something so precious. Skylarr and BJ were everything to me, and I couldn’t wait to one day have one of my own, especially after I had lost my baby. They kept me so busy, though, that I wasn’t even in a rush for that.

  My mother had finally reached out to me about a week or so ago and said that she wanted to sit down and talk to me, and I knew she was only reaching out because Rue was dead and because she missed BJ. I didn’t know how to feel about that, so I told her that I would get back to her, but I never did. She had done me so wrong and had allowed the man that put me behind bars, and who had partially caused Alaska’s death, to be a part of my nephew’s life, but had denied me that right. She refused to see me when I was locked up and had just flat out turned her back on me, but now she wanted to talk. Hell no. I would make her wait and feel how I felt just so she could see that it didn’t feel so good.

  “You think you are just all that,” Briana said, breaking me from my thoughts. I looked at her, as I wiped my face once more, and then, took a couple of towels to pat it dry.

  “No, I don’t, Briana, but I’m not about to argue with you about it,” I told her, as I turned around to face her. She took a pull off her cigarette and blew the smoke in the air.

  “Yes, bitch, you do. I’m so sick of your ass. I’ve been trying to see my daughter for the last three months, and all I’ve been getting is Cuba this and Cuba that as an excuse as to why I can’t even see my own damn child.”

  “Briana, you know damn well that if you wanted to see your child that Khi wouldn’t stop you. Don’t put that shit on me. You’re the one that disappeared and haven’t came back around,” I scoffed, as I shook my head and tried to walk out of the bathroom.

  Briana quickly placed the tip of her cigarette into her mouth and pushed me back into the sink. I went to charge at her when she pulled a gun from her clutch and allowed the clutch to fall to the floor. I quickly tossed my hands in the air as she pointed the pistol at me and watched as she backed up and turned to lock the restroom door.

  I looked around the small space of the restroom and noticed that I had nowhere to even fucking run. There was only one way in and one way out, and I had to go through Briana in order to make it out. I sucked in a deep breath and sighed.

  “I got something for your ass though. All your little jokes about me being a junky and shit, hoe, I got you. I be seeing your little slick ass Facebook posts and shit, too. You think you cute. I’m so muthafuckin’ glad you lost your baby. I had seen that shit on a Lifetime movie when this lady was poisoning her child with antifreeze, and I had planned to do your ass the same way. I thought the shit was going to take a couple of weeks to work, but hell, I ain’t mad that it had happened so fast.”

  I laughed nervously and shook my head. I should’ve known that this hoe wasn’t innocent, but Khi said Selena had admitted to it, so I never had any reason to think that Briana had anything to do with it.

  “I’m so sick of trying to get you hoes out the picture I don’t know what to do. I had hooked up with that hoe’s ex just so he could rob Khi, and I could set it up to look like Selena had did that shit. He told me that Khi owed them the shit anyway, so I didn’t see what the fuck the problem was. I help him and he helps me, but everything just keeps fucking backfiring. Fariq was supposed to get that work and money, but nah, he wants to shut me up so he sticks a fuckin’ needle in my arm. I was doing so good. I wasn’t even thinking about getting high. I was almost back to being with Khi, and I just knew that he still wanted me when I heard in the streets that he had been looking for me. That was why I went ahead and had them pictures sent to his house, because I knew I still needed to get Selena out the way!

  But nooo, your ass had to be in the fucking picture! I had no idea that you were around and taking over my man’s heart! That was my man, Cuba! I loved him, and you don’t know what the fuck I had to go through every day to stay off that shit when I was with, Khi. It wasn’t my fault that I became addicted to that shit. Somebody forced me onto it, and I’ve been fighting a never ending battle to stay clean ever since. The only thing I had in my life that made me want to stay clean was, Khi! I love that man! He’s mine!” Briana screamed, as she stepped closer to me.

  “He’s not yours, Briana. Why don’t your ass just move on?” I asked, as I shook my head at all the revelations that this hoe was revealing. I prayed to God that I got out of this restroom alive, so that I could tell Khi what this chick had been up to. This crazy ass bitch.

  “You wanna laugh at me and talk shit about me being a junky, but guess what hoe, guess what?” Briana said, as she came closer and closer to me. I backed up until I had nowhere else to go. She looked at me smiled and then lowered the gun. I raised my hands to push her out the way when she slammed something into the side of my neck! I reached for my neck and scratched at where she hit me, and my eyes gaped open as my mouth dropped. I pulled the needle from my neck, and it fell to the floor.

  “What the fuck did…” I said, as a feeling begin to take over my body. I fell back against the sink as my entire body felt woozy. I slid down to the floor and begin to touch on my face. I had felt like I was on the verge of having one of the best orgasms of my life. I didn’t know what the fuck Briana had in that needle that she had stuck me with, but I knew that my body and mind were feeling better than ever. I was floating on cloud nine, and all I could think about was walking down the aisle with my Khi.

  I looked up as Briana knelt down in front of me and then grabbed my arm. She pulled that belt from her waist and tied it around my arm.

  “Girl, you need to be a better fuckin’ mother. Your daughter loves me and not you,” I teased, hearing my words slur. I giggled and looked around before I jumped a little from the pinch that I felt penetrate my skin. “Ouch.”

  “Welcome to my world, bitch. I think it was you that told me I was going to be in an alley with a needle in my arm. This might not be no alley, but bitch, it looks like you the one with the needle in your arm. Let’s see if you’re still the Queen… that nigga’s soulmate, when he realizes you ain’t shit but a junky bitch just like Briana,” Briana said, as she dragged me over against the wall.

  I smiled and felt a little drool seep from the side of my mouth as I watched Briana pick her clutch up from the floor, stuff her gun inside, and exit out of the bathroom.

  I sat there feeling like I was floating on ecstasy, and every time I would even think about getting up, I found myself just reeling in this wonderful feeling. This shit was great. It was like the nights when Khi was tossing my legs to my head and eating me until I came over and over again. It was that good. Shit, it was almost better. I smiled, as I rubbed my neck and held my head back against the wall.

  “Is she back here?” I heard Khi yelling over the music, but I could no longer pick my head up. I scratched at my neck again as the door to the restroom swung open. I opened my eyes as best I could
and looked into my fiancé’s face.

  “Hey baby,” I slurred, as I felt a goofy smile crease my lips. “Been feeling you all the while boy I must confess. Boy let’s just get married. I just wanna get married.”

  I sung the words to the Jagged Edge song to Khi, and I just burst out laughing, because I knew he hated my singing. I was laughing so hard that it took me a minute to realize that Khi wasn’t laughing back. I watched, as he looked around the restroom and down at me again. He looked sad, but I felt so good. I held my arms out to him for him to help me from the floor when the needle fell out of my arm.

  “Shit,” I said and pulled the belt from my arm too.

  “How could you do this shit, Cuba?” was all Khi said to me before he stuck his hands into his pocket and walked out of the restroom.

  Chapter 1

  Khian Prince

  “Is she back here?” I asked, as I made my way towards the women’s restroom where Tramell stood on the outside.

  “I don’t know, shit. Just waiting on somebody to come out so I can ask if she in there,” Tramell responded, and I frowned as I walked past him and pushed the door to the women’s restroom open. Shit, I was ready to get the fuck up outta here. I told Cuba not to be gone forever, ‘cause I couldn’t stand to be around a crowd too long. Not only that, I had just proposed to my soon-to-be wife, and couldn’t wait to climb inside of my favorite place. That shit was like heaven. Like a favorite damn past time. That box was one of the reasons she had me announcing to the whole muthafuckin’ hood that I was turning in my player’s card and that I was one hun and done about it. Shit…

  “The fuck,” I mumbled, as I ran my hands across my face and sighed. I shook my head and blinked my eyes a few times as I stared down at Cuba. Her legs were slouched open, her head leaned up against the wall, and her mouth gaped with slob dripping from the side. I ran my hand over the waves in my head as I felt my heart beating rapidly against my chest.