Rags to Riches: My Thug Angel 2 (8 page)

“You have two days” -V.

I rolled my eyes and put my phone back into my pocket. I left the trap and headed back to my house.
When I got home, I walked up to the room and Rayna was sleeping while Rico sat in the chair, looking at his iPad with all the camera screens on it.

“Wassup man,” I said lowly as he looked up and gave me some dap.

“Wassup Ace.”

“She give you a hard time today?” I asked Rico.

“Nah, she still seems pretty tired. Her doctor left all these papers. He also said all her tests came back negative.”

“Good. Okay. I really appreciate it, Rico.”

“Let me talk to you for a minute,” I said, leading him towards the door.

“What’s up?”

“I have to go on a business trip tomorrow. I will be gone for three days. I need you to stay here and look after her. Ahleya will be here today, but she’ll be with my mom for the three days I’m gone. Anywhere Rayna needs to go, you take her.”

“Well, I’m going to have to go home and get some stuff,”

“You can go home. My plane leaves at ten forty-five am, so if you can be here at eight-fifteen so I can get to the airport by nine, that would be straight.”

“Alright. I’m going to get going then,” he said, walking down the stairs.

“Oh Rico, one more thing.”

“Wassup,” he said, turning around.

“Please don’t let anybody into my house. Not even the other security; you’re the only person I trust inside my house.

“Gotcha,” he said, walking down the stairs.

I walked into the room and saw Rayna tossing and turning. I sat down on the bed and rubbed her arm. She jumped out of her sleep with a panicked look on her face.

“it’s just me, baby/” It took her a few seconds to readjust. “I have to talk to you about something, Ray.”

“Wassup,” she said, looking at me in the eyes.

“I have to go to California to close a business deal.”

“Do you realize that I just got home last night, Anthony?”

“Yes, baby. I’m sorry this was so last minute, and she said if I don’t come within two days, supplying me more for Cali is out of the question.”

“She?” she said, raising her eyebrows, “so your new connect is a fuckin she, and you’re going all the way to California without me to meet with her? Yeah, that sounds pretty fucking logical.”

“Baby, don’t be like that. You know it’s all business. I’m doing this for us,” I said, snatching her hand away.

“No nigga, you’re doing it for fucking you! I got me no matter what!” I don’t know what had gotten into her. “It’s getting ridiculous, Anthony. Before I got taken, you were home a lot less, and when you were home you were always in the office or on the phone. Money is going to destroy you one day,” she said with so much passion and tears rolling down her face.

“Rayna, the quicker I make more money, the quicker I can leave the game. I’m just trying to make sure that when we have children, they never have to want for shit.”

“Protection.”

“What?” I asked, not understanding what she was saying.

“Protection is the only thing your kids will want. The deeper you get into this game, the more enemies you’ll make,” she said, walking to the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

“Fuck,” I said to myself. I hated leaving on a bad note, but she knew who I was and what I did before we got into this relationship. I made it perfectly clear what this life would consist of. I got up and went to the door, grabbing it and seeing that it was locked. I went to the closet and grabbed the door key, unlocking it. She was sitting on the floor crying her eyes out.

“Fuck man,” I mumbled under my breath. I bent down, putting my arms around her.

“I know you’ve been through a lot Rayna, but I promise I’m just trying to give you everything you never had,” I said in her ear. She turned around and hugged me tight.

“Ace, I’m not crying about that.”

“Then what’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m so hungry,” she said, giving me a face that I couldn’t help but laugh at.

“Your food is downstairs, come on. Clean yourself up so we can eat.”

That girl right there...

Chapter 9:

Kay

“That’s cute,” I told China as we looked in the baby store. She had just found out she was having a girl, and she was more than excited. I offered to tag along to shop with her cause I kinda felt bad that her fuck ass baby daddy wasn’t doing it, whomever that nigga is—I never even asked.

“I’m going to go and pay for the stuff. I’ll be right back.” I nodded my head and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I looked at the screen seeing that I had a iMessage from Gena. I opened it, seeing that she was on her way to my house.

“Damn,” I said to myself, looking up at a smiling China. “Hey China, something just came up. Can I get with you later? I’m sorry, it’s an emergency.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, it’s fine. This isn’t your responsibility anyways,” she said with tears in her eyes. I gently grabbed her chin.

“Hey, don’t be like that.”

“No it’s fine, just go.” I kissed her forehead and rushed out to my car.

Gena and I pulled up at my gate at the same time. I unlocked the gate, and we both drove in at the same time. She got out the car.

“What’s good, ma?”

“Hello Kaleb,” she said, hugging me.

“What were you up to today?” I asked her while we walked in the house.

“Nothing, I had to work today but I’m off tomorrow. So I’m gonna go see Rayna. I can’t believe my brother did that,” she said, touching the bridge of her nose. I grabbed her and held her against my chest.

“It is going to be alright, Gena.”

“Just make the pain go away,” she whispered to me. I looked up at her and grabbed her, causing her to come closer to me. I took her lips in mine, sucking her tongue. She straddled me and I stood up, carrying her up the stairs with ease, taking her shirt off in the process. When we got up the stairs, I carried her down the hallway to my room. Gena was special to me; I’d never let anyone other than her in my room. I laid her down and spread her legs.

“Ohhh shit, Kay.” I slapped her thigh.

“What’s my name?”

“Kalebbbbb,” she moaned out.

“MmmHmm. That's what daddy likes to hear.” I pulled my head up and zipped down my jeans, pulling my man out. “On your stomach,” I demanded her, not having to say too much before she flipped over.

Gena

He pulled my hair so that my ear was by his mouth.

“You giving this pussy away?”

“N-no,” I stuttered. “It’s yours,” I lied through my teeth. He smacked my ass and kept stroking my insides. “Ahhh I’m about to cummm…”

“Cum for daddy.” My whole body started to get warm, and my legs got weak. I released and instantly felt high. My legs started giving out.

“Oh no. Not yet. I gotta get mine,” he said, holding me up. Ten minutes later, we were both laying on the bed exhausted.

“I really like you, Kaleb.”

“I like you too,” he said, looking up at me.

“Do you want to have more kids?” he asked me, awaiting my answer.

“Yes. After I get married. This back and forth thing is just way too much.”

“Do you see yourself having kids with someone who isn’t your baby’s father?” I thought about it for a second, because I wasn’t sure if I wanted to lie to him or not, because I don’t want to be one of those women walking around with five different baby daddies.

“That’s kind of hard to say, because look at Kenyah; ya know, she’s so perfect. How could I ever manage to make a baby like that with somebody else?”

“Mmmm,” he said like he was in deep thought.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Kay, I really like you. I thought I was just going to be doing this to have some fun and get back at Slick, but I’ve really fallen for you and it’s all kind of confusing for me right now. That’s why I’m not making any sudden moves right now.”

“I understand. I also appreciate you telling me the truth,” he said, kissing my lips.

“Let me get dressed. I need to go home and get some stuff done while Kenyah is with her dad.”

“Alright sexy.” He watched me get dressed and walked me to my car. “Be safe. Call me when you get home.”

“Alright,” I said quickly.

“Don’t be cutting me off, big head ass girl.” I chuckled

“Whatever, bye nigga,” I said before getting in the car. How can I be in love with two men? God, what am I gonna do?”

When I got home, Kendrick was sitting in my living room rubbing Kenyah’s back as she fell asleep.

“Well hey,” he said, looking at me. He got up and put Kenyah in her bed. I rolled my eyes, ready to get in my shower and get into my bed.

“Well I’m out,” he walked toward the door. I walked to the door to close it, but he turned around and looked at me. The next thing I know, he had rushed in my house with his hand around my neck. “You have a fuckin hickey on your neck. What the fuck!”

I started to panic, trying to get his hands from around my neck, but he was too strong. Just as I started to feel weak, he let go and stormed out of my house. I just sat there gasping for dear life. I stood up and looked in the mirror, noticing that a bruise was forming around my neck.

“Fuck,” I said, cursing myself. I gotta get this shit together.

Enrico

I walked in the house and saw Layla sitting on the couch reading a book.

“Where are the kids?”

“At my mom’s house. She wanted to keep them tonight.”

“Oh, cool,” I said, sitting next to her. “How you feeling today?”

“I’m feeling okay. Taking it one day at a time.”

“Why won’t you go see a professional? Somebody who can help you through this? The kids need you in a better state than this.”

“I finished a dress for Ciara’s red carpet event. It matches the suit I made her boyfriend.” This is what she does. She changes the subject. I interrupted her babbling.

“I have to do a security job for three days.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, kind of zoned out.

“So do you even give a shit?”

“Don’t do that, Rico.”

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled as I got off of the couch. I headed to the kitchen

“Hey Tati. You had a day off from the kids.”

“Si,” she said smiling. She placed my plate on the table and went out the backdoor. She lived in our guest house. It was a nice ass guest house. We had it decked out for her because she only deserves the best. I looked by the stove and saw that she had fried some chicken and made some kind of beans and rice, with a dinner roll on the side. I sat down and ate, and then went to the bathroom and took a shower. I wondered how these next three days were going to play out. I washed up, then got out the shower. When I came out, Layla was already in the bed sleeping. Boy, I get so tired of not being able to make love to my wife. I’m a man and I have needs. We haven’t had sex since before Christian was born. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this. Something had to give.

The next morning, I woke up and drove over to Layla’s mother's house. I rang the doorbell and soon after, I was greeted by Christian’s slobbery face.

“Hey big man,” I said, grabbing him out of his grandma’s arms. Jayla came down the stairs with her shoes in her hands; I kissed her forehead. She put her shoes on and tried to lay back down.

“Jayla, vamonos,” I said, heading to the door. She got up and stomped her way to the car. She hated mornings, and the fact that school was involved didn’t make it better either. “Cheer up princess. You can take a nap after school.”

After driving for about ten minutes, we arrived at her school. I got out and leaned down in front of her.

“Daddy won’t be home for a couple of days because I have to work extra hours. Give me a kiss.” She gave me a sloppy one on my cheek. and I gave her the same.

“I love you, Daddy,” she hugged me, and went to her class bench. I smiled knowing I had the sweetest daughter in the whole wide world.

I walked into the house as Ace was walking out.

“See you in a couple days. Call me if she gets hard to handle; she has been really in a bad mood, but I can understand why.”

“Gotcha. Now get gone before you miss your flight.” He walked out the door, and I walked in the basement to get everything I needed for the day. I have all of the cameras hooked up where I can control them from my iPad. I sat in a chair and watched the tape to see if there was anything that night shift may have missed. Everything looked clear, so I went outside to observe, talk to the outdoor security, and came back into the house and sat on the couch closest to the door. I heard footsteps, so I looked up. Rayna was coming downstairs still in her pajama shorts, which were extremely small.

“Good morning,” she said before going to the kitchen.

“Good morning,” I said, looking down at my iPad and trying to concentrate on something else. She walked over to the fridge and bent over so far that I could see her pussy lips slip out of each side of her shorts.

Oh my God
, I thought to myself. My man started to rise without my permission. I quickly looked down, trying to calm myself. She sat down at the table by me and started to eat her food. After about five minutes, she started crying.
Oh hell no
, I thought in my head.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“I’m just so alone. I have to deal with everything alone. I’ve been kidnapped, raped, and killed my own mother within the same fuckin month. My boyfriend is always gone, my best friend has her own issues. I have nobody to run to. Tell me, would you be alright?”

“I’m sorry all that has happened. I would tell you to go talk to someone, but I’m sure you probably don’t trust anyone like that.”

“I trust you,” she said, looking up at me. I cleared my throat and sat up at the table

“I mean, you have to protect me every day, so I have to trust you. Right?” I smiled, finding it cute how she was trying to make light of her comment she made.

“So are you going anywhere today?”

“No I took off work for two weeks to try to get myself together.”

“I understand.” She walked up the stairs with her ass hanging out of her shorts. “Lord, please get me through these three days,” I prayed to myself.

Rayna

“Wow,” I said, looking at my clock and noticing that I had slept the entire day away. I said I was only taking a nap around two o’clock, and I ended up sleeping until ten. I’d been really tired since I got home. I got out of the bed and walked into my bathroom, getting in the shower. I let the water run on me for a while before actually washing my body. I put my head under the water and washed my hair. I got out and lotioned my body with Jergens lotion. I put on my red Victoria’s Secret boyshort set. I walked to the closet and got out some sweatpants and a wife beater. I squeezed my hair with a towel and put it up into a bun. I opened my door and walked downstairs. I opened the fridge. I heard the guest door open, and Rico came out putting his shirt over his head, but not before I got a glance at his muscular build.

“My God,” I said under my breath.

“You good?” he asked, looking me in the eyes and waiting for a response.

“Yea I’m straight, are the cameras on right now?” I asked him.

“Nah, I turned them off so they could be replaced. The indoor cameras are all messed up, so I took them out until I replace them. The package should be here within the next few days. Why?”

“No reason, just asking.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, turning to go back into the guest room. I went upstairs and stripped out of my clothes. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages from Ace. “Oh my fucking goodness,” I said, having a mini heart attack and screaming to the top of my lungs.

Ace

I landed in Cali and as soon as I got there, her drivers came to pick me up. We went to pick Veronica. She got thirsty as soon as she got in the fucking car.

“Hey daddy,” she purred, pushing her titties up on me.

“Wassup ma,” I said, pushing her off of me in the nicest way possible.

“Why are you always so uptight?” she asked with a stank ass look on her face

“Why you always so forward? Maybe if you made niggas work for it, they would be a little more curious. But me, I’m not interested. Let’s do business,” I said, making it clear that I wanted no dealings with that pussy. We headed back to the hotel.

“Meet me down here at nine for drinks. We’ll talk business.” I blew out aggravated.

“Alright” I got my key and went up to my room. I hopped in the shower, then passed out in the bed. I was tired as fuck.

I woke up at eight thirty, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got dressed in my Burberry pants and Burberry shirt with a pair of tan Louie shoes. I left out of the door and headed downstairs. I got downstairs and went to the bar, where Veronica was seated with all of her cleavage out.

“This bitch is loony,” I said to myself before sitting down.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Crown and coke is fine.”

“Can I get a crown and coke please?” she asked the bartender, sliding him an extra tip.

Veronica