A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel) (16 page)

“Already. Lil
’ sis ‘bout to take over,” Devon laughed. “Damn, they got this shit popping. We need another spot ASAP. This shit getting out of hand.” Devon said as Marco pulled up on Leath St., a block where they had a trap house set up.

Several dope fiends were hanging in the yard and even more were
standing on the sidewalk. The traffic was thick, and Devon knew that if it kept up, it wouldn’t be long before the door was kicked in.

The house was owned by a young chick named Latifah. Only thing she wanted for her house being used was her rent and car note
paid and some pocket money. Other than that, she enjoyed the various dope boys that were in and out her spot, the free weed, and being able to fuck any nigga she chose. She was a party girl with no kids and no life goals. The whole set up was perfect for her.

“Well, them cats I was telling you and Sym about is up in there so shit you get a chance to meet them and say whether or not it
’s a go. Latifah got a home girl name Mari that want her shit turnt up too, so we in there. We just need a word.”

“A
’ight, let me go in here and see what’s up. Muthafuckin’ traffic getting too heavy,” Devon stepped out of the car just as Latifah walked outside of her home with a blunt hanging from the lips. Her Apple Bottom tee was tight making her B cups sit extra high; her short shorts hugged her shapely thighs marking a print in between her legs in the shape of a camel toe. She was a pretty girl with pretty chocolate skin and cute pouty lips.

“Hey, D-Money,” Latifah sang as she pulled the blunt from her lips and eyed Devon u
p and down. She licked her juicy lips admiring Devon’s firm athletic build. She had fucked just about every d-boy that came through her house except for the few that she really wanted which were Quasym and Devon.

Mainly, she wanted Devon but he seemed to
hardly pay her any mind. Even though the weather was quite cool, Latifah always made sure she wore the smallest threads she could find in her closet and made sure her hair stayed on point for whenever he popped up, but no matter what she did, Devon could care less.

She knew she had some fiyah between her legs ‘cause all the dudes told her so and not to mention her head game. She just couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

“What up ma’? The fuck y’all doing? Why are all these people standing around like this?” Devon fussed as he looked around.

“Yo
’ that nigga Sym called this morning and said double the weight and shit been hectic ever since. Every two minutes, a fiend knocking at the door,” Latifah answered.

She stared up at Devon
’s tall frame and then bit down on her bottom lip. She watched as he tilted the blue and black snapback fitted Mavericks hat he was rocking a slight inch to the side of his head.

His eyes were low and right so she knew that he was rolling and feeling
good. She looked down at the front of his crisp blue jeans checking for his package. She always wondered what it looked like and if he was working with what she imagined he was.

“Yea, I know all about that, but-man, where the fuck is Rakwon and Ju Ju at?” Devon stepped past Latifah a
nd walked into the house.

“Aye, you know this the type of shit that a make a nigga stop fuckin
’ with you,” Marco said to Latifah.

“What you talkin
’ bout?” she asked and wrinkled her brow in confusion. She took a hit of the weed and blew the smoke in Marco’s face. She hit him with a mean ass frown as she waited for him to state his case.

“Round here fuckin
’ and suckin’ on every nigga that come through the door. That’s too distracting, and you need to slow your fuckin’ role. I know you don’t think D-Money gonna give you some dick, now do you?”

“What the fuck you know about who I
’m fuckin’ and suckin’ on? Nigga you just mad that I ain’t gave you some of this pussy.”

“
I don’t want it. My boys done already told me they ran a train on you just the other day. You think I want that shit?” Marco shook his head and walked towards Latifah’s house. “But for real, if you wanna keep getting this paper then you need to sit your ass down somewhere and keep your legs closed.”

“Fuck you Marco! You only been around a good
month! Sym know how I get down.”

“Yea, whatever.”

Marco walked into the house and headed straight for Latifah’s kitchen where he found Devon, Ju Ju, and Rakwon chopping it up. He went into Latifah’s fridge and grabbed a Budweiser out. He used the edge of the cabinet to pop the top on the beer and tilted the bottle up drinking half the bottle in one setting.

“I understand all that, but I told y
’all from day one to use the back door. No traffic should be coming through that front door like that. Y’all gonna have the whole neighborhood on alert, and the fuckin’ police will be shutting us down by the end of the week,” Devon stated, his tone dipped with frustration.

“Mane, we been telling everybody that shit all fuckin
’ day. They coming to the front and the back and some of these muthafuckas we had to turn away.  It’s been a lot of new faces all of a sudden,” Rakwon said as he leaned against the stove.

Devon shook his head, “Why is both of y
’all in the kitchen? I thought y’all was showing Latifah how to batch this shit up.”

“Latifah moves too damn slow. She too busy tryna get high and fuck.
Bottom line is we need more people. We been telling Sym this,” Rakwon said as he rubbed the stubble on his chin. He shut his eyes tightly and then opened them suddenly letting out a yawn to signify his restlessness.

“Where them new cats at you was talking about, Marco?” Devon asked as he looked over at Marco, who was going through his cell.

“Shit, I don’t know. They were here when I left to come and get you.”

“Sent them to the st
ore to get some more baking soda and baggies,” Ju Ju chimed in.
              “A’ight look get Latifah ass in here to cook this shit up. Ju Ju get out there and get that fuckin’ crowd handled, and Rakwon get this shit cut up. I’m a take some of this work off Bickers and then get with Sym about getting some more people on immediately.

He got trust issues mane; y
’all know that. Don’t worry we gonna get it together, but in the meantime y’all doing good. From what I heard the plug is happy and wants to up the weight to an extra few keys a week. He trying to get Sym to push at least fifty a month.”

“Damn,” Marco whistled.

“We ready for it, but we definitely gotta get them other spots up and running or you know we’ll be shut down with the quickness,” Rakwon said.

  Yea, I al
ready know fam. That nigga ol’ lady should be getting out the hospital soon. When I left there, they were talking about letting her go home this weekend, so hopefully we’ll see his face soon,” Devon commented as he looked down at his watch.

  “What
’s up on this Hova situation?”

  “Man Mo been fucking with Hova lil
’ side piece Jazz for the past couple of weeks, and he said that the bitch is not talking. He said that cat Hova ain’t been through there since this shit went down either,” Marco said pulling up his jeans and straightening out his Polo shirt. He tossed the beer bottle in the trashcan and looked down at his cell.

  “That
’s ‘cause he know we well aware of that spot. He ain’t gonna be back over there cause he know we out to get at him. I knew that shit was pointless. Mo might as well get his ass back over here, and we’ll just get at Hova when we get at him. He’ll pop up sooner or later,” Devon said.

  “Hell yea. Mo do need to get his ass back over here. Fuck that bitch. And Hova will have his day, believe that,” Marco said as he smiled at his phone.

  Rakwon reached over and snatched Marco’s phone out his hand turning his back to Marco so that he couldn’t get the phone back. He looked down at the text message between Marco and Cherie and burst out laughing. “I miss you too baby. Meet me at the hotel around midnight.”

  “Give me back my fuckin
’ phone hoe!” Marco yelled trying to get his phone back.

  Ev
eryone laughed as Marco struggled with Rakwon watching the two as they fought over the phone. Rakwon continued to read through Marco’s messages cracking up at the fact that his boy was already falling for Cherie whom he’d just started seeing.

  “Alright bo
o, see you later. Can’t wait to be wrapped in your arms again!” Rakwon read the message in a girly like tone. “What the fuck is this, bruh? You in love already?”

  “Nah, bitch!  Give me my shit,” Marco snatched his phone and slid it in his back pocket. “Ke
ep playing with me.”

  “Can you wrap your arms around me too, Marco?” Ju Ju teased his boy.

  Marco laughed, “I see y’all got jokes. Let’s go, D-Money. These niggas on one. Y’all need to make sure y’all
wrapping
y’all dick while y’all ‘round here running up in Latifah.”

  “Oh, fuck you, Marco!” Latifah yelled from her living room.

“A’ight, I’m a holla at y’all. Hit me up if y’all need me otherwise I’ll be back through here in the morning,” Devon said as he bagged up a few of the cookies that were sitting on the table left to dry.

“Aye, what about them new cats? What y
’all wanna do with them?” Ju Ju asked.

“Send them to Lakeview in the back. We
’ll be posted up over there for a minute,” Devon said as he walked out of the house followed by Marco. Devon had to admit that he loved being back in the streets. Each time he stepped foot out his house; he felt a rush that he just couldn't explain.

     It was something about the quick cash and thrill of the nightlife that excited him. Even though he risked going back
to jail every day he was at it, he still loved it, especially this time around. He was much older now and far wiser than he was back before he got caught up.

And not only that, he was working at a higher rank. He was Quasym's right hand, his underboss---
a street lieutenant. The cats in the streets had no choice but to respect him or else they wouldn't eat. The money was coming to him at a quicker rate, and that only added to his obsession.

      Devon had gotten so enamored by the quick money that he was
barely at home. He knew that Yessenia was more than over him by now, but he was working this hard for them. She still believed that he worked for UPS as a supervisor, and he planned to tell her that he was being promoted to manager within the next few weeks. He didn’t know how much longer his lies would work though.

   
Damn, I wish I could just tell her the truth. I hate this lying shit. She thinks I'm out here cheating when the only female on my mind is her.
Devon thought as he relaxed his head against the headrest in the passenger's seat. The constant lying and sneaking around was getting to him and was taking a toll on his marriage. He and Yessenia hadn't had sex in two weeks, and she was always on his back about women she’d assumed he was seeing on the side.

The fact that he was lying and sneaking around Yessenia’s back every day was making it seem like he really did have a side bitch. Although there was no one else, he had to admit that it did feel as if he was cheating. There was no doubt that he was
starting to love the streets more than he had anticipated.  His heart was definitely in it, and there was nothing Yessenia could do to change that. He was already too far gone.

“You think I can borrow your car for a couple of hours? Need to go check on so
mething,” Devon said to Marco. He was feeling as if he needed to go and see his wife.

“Yea, but I
’m a need you to get you a car. I don’t know what’s up with you and Sym. Y’all niggas still riding in hoopties and shit,” Marco jabbed. He made a left into the Lakeview Townhomes on Bickers Road and parked his car in an empty spot. He reached into the center console and grabbed his sunglasses, his cigarettes, and a lighter and got out of the car.

Devon walked around to the driver
’s side and slapped hands with Marco before getting in, “A’ight; I’ll be back in a couple of hours.”

“So, what you wanna do about these new cats?” Marco asked.

“If you say they good then we gonna go with it. I can’t wait for Sym; we gotta make some moves now. But I’m a be back in a few, gotta make a run real quick.”

“A
’ight, get at me.”

***

Yessenia stepped outside of the beauty shop and clutched her purse tightly against her body. She somewhat trembled as the cool air hit her face, and she suddenly wished that she had brought her jacket with her. She looked both ways before she crossed the street to the parking lot that was designated for the beauty shop.

As she removed her keys from her purse, she noticed Devon leaning up against her car. She wanted to smile at him, but the longing anger
she had toward him wouldn’t allow her to do so.

She was sexually frustrated and emotionally tired. Almost every day she woke up with a migraine due to the fact that she went to bed crying and constantly woke up through the night from nightmares about Dev
on being with some woman.