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  Briana laughed and grabbed her bags that sat at her feet that I hadn’t seen at first. She stepped out into the garage and walked around to the passenger’s side door.

  “Girl get them kids and come on. Khi will be pissed if we not there when he gets there,” she had the nerve to say, as she opened the door and got inside.

  I walked inside and made my way back up the stairs. I hated that I was going to have to wake the kids since they were sleeping so good, but there was no way I was going to be able to carry them, and I didn’t trust myself to do so anyway. My equilibrium was all off, and I would hate to go tumbling down the stairs and hurt the kids or even myself.

  It took me a few minutes to get them both up, but once I did, we headed down the stairs and out to the car. Briana had the nerve to be sitting inside smoking a cigarette and looking all in the damn mirror. I got the kids inside and then sat down in the driver’s seat.

  “Can you put that out?” I asked her referring to the cancer stick. It had been a while since I had one myself and just seeing her with it had me craving the nicotine. Khi hated for me to smoke anything, but he really hated the cigarettes, so I only did it when he wasn’t around up until I became pregnant. I needed something bad right now to calm me down, but I would have to just bite my damn nails and tongue.

  “I’ll put it out when I’m done,” Briana said, as I let the garage up and backed out as soon as it was enough room. I hit the button to close the garage and then drove down the long driveway.

  “None of this shit would be happening right now if Khi and I had just worked things out. Now this nigga got kids and shit popping up everywhere, baby mamas trying to take him out. Ughhh,” Briana said, and I sighed. “See, I know that man. I’ve been knowing him for a good while now, and I know that he still loves me. He’s just scared of me hurting him again, and I would never make that mistake twice.”

  I reached over to turn the music up on the radio to drown Briana’s ass out, and she had the audacity to turn the shit back down. I glanced over at her and swallowed hard as hell.

  “You should’ve never made it once,” I told her since she wanted to fuck with me. “He got me now so it’s all good. I will never hurt a man like him. Only a dumb bitch would fuck up something so good.”

  Briana laughed. “Girl, you just as temporary as Selena’s ass. You see how quick he dropped her…pregnant and all.”

  “Cause she ended up being just as grimy as you.”

  “Nah, bitch…nope, she was just a fill-in for me until I got my shit together…and you just a replacement’s placement. You won’t last long either. I can assure you that.”

  “Girl what the fuck ever. I’m sick of your ass talking.”

  I reached over and turned the radio up again, with Briana’s words echoing in my head. I’m not even gonna lie; she had me wondering if what she’d said had any truth to it. I mean, why else was Khi so dead set on saving this bitch. She gave zero fucks about their daughter, and I knew that if I could see it, so could he. Not only that, but Khi had told me stories about how ill she was towards him when she got back on that dope. All the stealing, lying, and sleeping around, so for the life of me, I couldn’t understand the importance behind this. She wasn’t shit for the way she had done him, and she was still an ain’t shit bitch. I tried not to let my thoughts and emotions take over, but Briana really had me wondering. Is Khi still in love with this broad like she is with him?

  Chapter 2

  Khi

  “Man, nigga…aye, shut the fuck up. You been whining for the past hour and getting on my got damn nerves,” I said to Cassidy, as I pulled into KaeDee’s subdivision.

  “Fuck you and your nerves. I wasn’t expecting to be dodging bullets and murking niggas on my first day home, so forgive me for thinking I was gonna live like a regular ass nigga for a lil’ bit.”

  “Ain’t no regular, bihh. Toughen up, nigga. Prison done got your ass soft. The Cassidy I knew would be hype for some shit like this.”

  “Not today nigga. I didn’t even get a chance to breathe this stale ass air before niggas was trying to take my head off. You still ain’t told me who the fuck that was shooting at us.”

  “Fucking Arabs,” I said and shook my head.

  “Oh…,” was all Cassidy said before I noticed the heavy police presence in front of KaeDee’s home. I rubbed my chin and looked around before I did a U-Turn in the middle of the road and drove away from the house. Wasn’t no way I was pulling up in front twelve in a car that was riddled with bullets. I parked a few houses down, and then, tapped Cassidy on the shoulder. We both exited the car and made our way towards the house. I wondered what was up and hoped that everything was okay with my bruh. We hadn’t talked much over the last couple of weeks or so, but that was just me being stubborn. No matter how I was feeling ‘bout that nigga now, I ain’t want nothing happening to his ass, cause I was holding a little grudge towards him.

  “What KaeDee say was going on?” Cassidy asked, and I shrugged.

  “He didn’t. I texted him and told him I was on the way, but he never responded. Damn, I hope he straight,” I sighed, as he finally made it to the house. The gate was already open so we made our way inside and headed towards the front of the home. My heart rate sped up the closer we got. I could see the front door wide open, and I started thinking all kinds of shit. Like, maybe Deonna had killed that nigga or either the other way around.

  Last I heard, they were doing good, and KaeDee had forgiven her for that bullshit that happened with her and that fuck nigga, Tyrin. Me and the goonie Tramell had gone down to Miami a little while back and had murked that nigga and his crew so I couldn’t see some shit being in the game again about them. Deonna had better not been out here fuckin’ around again cause I ain’t have time to be body bagging niggas behind some pussy that wasn’t even mine.

  “Damn, I hope everything is cool,” Cassidy said just as we walked inside and looked around. I dumped my pistol behind a vase in the foyer and made my way through the house until I came into the entertainment room where KaeDee stoically stood. His hands were in his pockets, and he wore an expressionless mug.

  “Bruh, what’s up?” I asked as two female, plain clothed cops turned around and looked at Cass and me.

  “Who are you?” one of the chicks asked, and I frowned and took my attention to KaeDee.

  “What happened? Everything good?”

  “Deonna committed suicide this morning in the parking lot across from Chanel’s school,” KaeDee answered, and my heart dropped.

  “Yo, what the fuck?” Cassidy said, looking as bad as I felt.

  “Are you serious?” I asked and shook my head.

  “Damn bruh, what’s up? So much shit has been going on, I forgot what today was,” KaeDee told him, as they slapped hands and hugged each other for a long while before letting go. “And yea, I’m serious.”

  KaeDee sighed and placed his hand back into his pockets. I could see that this shit was eating him away, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why Deonna would even do some hoe ass shit like that. I mean, damn, what about the kid. I don’t give a damn what a muthafucka was going through; suicide was some selfish ass shit. She was a bird for sure for that one.

  I shook my head and took a couple of steps back while KaeDee went back to the two female officers. Shit was crazy man. Cass’ first day back, and niggas was trying to take our heads off, and KaeDee’s bitch offed herself. Life seemed like it was never going to get right for me, but I was a soldier, so I knew I couldn’t fold in the middle of a battle. Lately, Cuba and Sky had been my only solace and just thinking about them had me suddenly feeling a little antsy.

  I reached for my pistol and remembered I had dropped it off in KaeDee’s foyer. Cuba should’ve been here by now, and I was starting to wonder what the fuck was taking so long. Just as I sucked my teeth and walked away, I heard Sky’s little voice followed by little footsteps against the floors. I quickly made my way towards where I heard her, and as soon as she saw me,
she ran into my arms.

  “Daddy!” she yelled, excitedly. I grabbed her and held onto her tightly. Them muthafuckin’ Arabs had me wanting to hold my baby girl forever and never let her go. I was feeling like the luckiest man in the world right now as I planted a kiss on her cheek, her forehead, and then her other cheek. She laughed and squirmed in my arms, as I tickled her and continued kissing all over her.

  “Damn, can a bitch like me get some of that love?” Briana said, and I scoffed as brought my attention to Cuba. For some reason, my shawty had looked better than ever to me. I don’t know if it was because death had been on the horizon, and I was appreciating what the fuck I had in my life or what, but the kid had a glow about her that was turning me the fuck on. I put my daughter down, and she and BJ took off running around the house. I walked over to my baby and slid my arms around her waist as I looked down at her.

  “You okay?” I asked her.

  “We’re fine,” Briana answered starting to piss me off. “What’s going on?”

  I kissed Cuba’s lips and then looked over at Briana. She looked good as hell. She’d gained all that weight that she’d lost when she was in the gutter getting laced. Her body was stacked in all the right places, and I was nigga before anything, so I couldn’t deny the attraction that my eyes felt. But Briana wasn’t hitting on shit when it came to me, and I was ready to slap that hoe for the way she was acting and being on some straight up disrespectful shit. I guess being I never really checked her when she tried Selena, she thought that it was cool to do Cuba the same way, but she was sadly mistaken. Cuba was wifey…and I was one hun and done about that.

  “Aye, you gonna quit it with that hoe ass shit you doing, Bri,” I told her, with a frown clearly written across my face. “And Deonna committed suicide.”

  “Oh, my God,” Briana gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. She took a couple of steps back, and I pulled my arms from around Cuba when it looked like Briana was about to pass out. I grabbed her, and she began to cry uncontrollably in my arms. She and Deonna were cool whenever Briana wasn’t on that antisocial bullshit. They hung out more than enough times to count and would refer to each other as sis, so I knew that Briana was dropping real tears about this one. I held onto her and allowed her to let it all out. When she finally stopped crying, I pulled her away from me and looked down at her.

  “You okay?” I asked her, and she nodded her head. “Cool, get yourself together then. I don’t want Sky seeing you like this.”

  I checked over Briana once more before I walked away and grabbed Cuba’s hand. Briana followed behind us as we walked into the room with KaeDee, Cass, and the detectives. KaeDee was wrapping things up with the police, and a few minutes later, they left us all alone to deal with our thoughts. I ain’t even know what to say at this point. Shit was just all the way fucked up.

  “I know this ain’t the best time, and I had planned to do this under better circumstances…but shit, this my lady Cuba. Cuba these my big brothers, Cassidy and KaeDee,” I said, as I introduced them.

  “Heard a lot about you, nice to finally put a face with a name. The soul mate, huh,” KaeDee said, and everybody glanced at Briana, as she scoffed and sucked her teeth.

  “Nice to meet you,” Cuba said.

  “What’s good shawty?” Cassidy said, as he checked Cuba over, and then, slowly rubbed his hands together.

  “Hey,” Cuba responded.

  “Aye, I'm about to take a minute to get my head together. I'll get up with you niggas in a minute,” I told Cass and KaeDee and grabbed Cuba’s hand. I pulled her behind me and brought her to one of KaeDee’s guest room. Shutting the door and locking it behind us, I picked Cuba up into my arms and carried her over to the bed. I laid her across it, as I removed my shirt, kicked my shoes off, and pulled off my pants. I couldn’t get enough of this damn girl, and knowing that I almost didn’t make it out that bitch alive earlier had me wanting to climb inside of Cuba and never come out.

  I quickly removed Cuba’s clothes from her body and then roughly pulled Cuba to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around my neck. I used my tongue to lick around the folds of her pussy before attacking her clit with the tip. She squirmed and did her best not to moan, but when I latched onto her clit and sucked it into my mouth, she was screaming and begging for me to stop and keep going at the same time. I knew I was sick with this tongue and could make a bitch squirt in a matter of minutes.

  I slid a finger into her pussy and moved it in and out of her while she brought her hands up to cover her face. I sucked harder and moved my tongue around faster. Seconds later, Cuba was cumming. Her juices ran down my chin, and I tried to keep going, but she began to squirm and cry out so I let her little ass go. I gently pushed her back on the bed and climbed on top of her.

  “You scared me for a minute,” Cuba told me, as she looked up into my eyes.

  “What would you have done if I hadn't come back home?” I asked, as I held myself up on my elbow and used my other hand to pull her pants off. Cuba lifted a little off the bed, and I slid them all the way off of her. She sighed, as I pulled my dick out and slid into her.

  “I would've felt like I died too. I would've wanted to die too. But I would've taken care of BJ… if Briana would've allowed me to, I would've taken care of Skylarr.”

  “You ain't got nothing to worry about when it comes to Briana. She's bitter, and she thinks that I want her ass still, but trust me, I don't. Nothing about that broad moves me, but at the end of the day, that's my daughter’s mother, and I do want Briana to get her life in order for her sake and hers only. Sky loves you, and I love that you love my daughter. Briana not gonna come between that either.”

  Cuba looked at me and only nodded her head. She didn't have shit to worry about. Hell, I didn't chase her as hard as I did to let a broad like Briana come between us. I was happy and content with Cuba. She made me happy. She was everything I could ever want. Gorgeous, smart, could cook, and the box was good. She loved the fuck out of my daughter, and I knew that she was a rider. Even though she had been riding alongside the wrong nigga before, once I showed her what it was like to be with a real nigga, she would never wanna get off this ride. I had some real shit in store for Cuba. Long as she acted right.

  Chapter 3

  KaeDee

  “I’m sorry sir, but she’s dead.” Those words played in my head over and over again, as I sat back in the chair of Deonna’s office, while staring into the dark. I couldn’t believe this was my life right now. My wife, the mother of my kid and unborn child had killed herself in the parking lot of our daughter’s school. Nothing about it made sense to me, but hell, it wasn’t like anything made sense with Deonna anymore. I thought that we were good and that we were happy. Her last words to me and mine to her would’ve never made me suspect that some shit like this was coming.

  “I love you.”

  “Yea, show me show me how much when you get to the office.”

  I didn’t detect nothing that told me I had this to look forward to. She ain’t have shit to worry about. I told her we were good. I told her that I wasn’t tripping about that nigga Tyrin cause I knew I handled him. I told her that as long as the shit didn’t happen again, we were gonna be great. Why the fuck would she do something like this? How the hell was I gonna explain to Chanel that her mother wasn’t coming back? Deonna had left me in a real fucked up position. It seems as though I was learning that she was the only person that truly mattered to her. The fact that she felt the need to explore those hoe ass feelings with Tyrin had proved how selfish she was, and now this. This here was on a whole other level.

  I rubbed the fuzz on my chin and sighed. The door to the office flew open, and the light was turned on causing me to shield my eyes from the brightness of it.

  “Damn, turn that light back off,” I groaned, as I snatched the cup of Hennessey from the desk and downed the remainder of it.

  “Is you a’ight in here, bruh? It’s been a few hours,” Cassidy said, and I shrugged. I squ
inted at him before I opened my eyes wider and looked him over. He looked good for a nigga that was just coming after been gone for four years. Just at a glance, I noticed that he’d buffed up tremendously, almost looking like he was trying to catch up to me or something. I smirked and rubbed my hand over the waves in my head.

  “Buff ass nigga,” I joked.

  “Yea, don’t start hating. I know I’m about to have your ass in the gym trying to catch up and shit,” Cassidy said, and I nodded.

  “Shit is crazy fam. This definitely not what you was supposed to come home to.”

  “Hell, nah. Khi talking about he lost the fuckin’ plug, then we at war with the muthafuckin’ Arabs. Sis dead man…and I only got to meet her a couple of times before I got knocked. This ain’t for us.”

  “What the fuck you mean war?”

  “Soon as we pull into the city, me and Khi dodging bullets. This nigga got me shooting out the window of the car and shit,” Cassidy said, as he shook his head and sighed. “Shit, I guess with everything going on, we ain’t even get a chance to mention the shit to you. And where the fuck is Dae at? He needs to be right here with us answering to all this shit he caused.”

  At the mention of Dae’s name, my head shot up remembering the call he made to me right before I discovered Deonna’s body. I hopped out of my chair and looked around Deonna’s office for my cell phone. When I didn’t see it, I stormed out of the office with Cassidy on my ass. I went into the last room I remembered being in. Just when I spotted my cell phone, Khi entered the room with his arms wrapped around this new chick Cuba. Seeing her reminded me of everything that Dae had been hollering. “That nigga set me up man…Your bitch ass brother. That hoe poisoned a nigga, bruh.”