She Fell in Love With a Thug 1 by Anjela Day

Author:Anjela Day [Day, Anjela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, African American, Urban, Women's Fiction, Genre Fiction
Amazon: B00USWUMJY
Publisher: Sullivan Productions / Leo Sullivan Presents
Published: 2015-03-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Deuce

I didn't know where Italy stayed. All I knew was that her girl stayed in the hood. I just hoped that she was there. I pulled up ten minutes after seven. She was sitting on her girl’s porch with her homegirl looking like she was ready to kick my ass.

“What up, ma?” I said as I stepped out of my truck.

She didn't get up, and I wasn’t about to beg. I stood by the truck with the door open and I could hear her little girlfriend telling her something. Then a tear ran down Italy’s face.

“Man, bitch, shut up!” I yelled at her hoe ass girl.

“Come on, IT, we are running late.”

She stood up and was walking towards me rocking a little skirt and shirt. It was the first time I’d seen her dressed like a girl. I pulled her close to me and pushed her bang behind her ear.

“Give me kiss.”

“No.”

“Yes, fuck I say, man! Fuck that hoe. She mad I’m not her man. Why you crying?”

“I didn't think you were coming?”

“Well I did. Stop fuckin’ crying, man, get in the car.”

I helped her in and closed the door, looking back at her home girl, wanting to smack that bitch.

“Man, yo girl wanna fuck me! Ion want you around that hoe.”

“Em? Nah, she cool,” Italy said, defending the two dollar hoe.

“What I say?” I turned up my music and slid my hand on her thigh.

“Yo, are you spending the night with me?”

“Yes,” she said shyly.

We pulled up in front of my house. I cut my car off and pulled her into my seat.

“I missed you,” I said, bending to kiss her cheek.

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

I slid my hand under her skirt and ran my fingers over her pussy sliding one finger into her panties.

I began to rub her clit, and she pulled away.

“Man, come here.”

“No, I don't want to, Sacario.”

Man, to say she was pissing me off would be an understatement. I hopped out my ride and walked in the house leaving her in the car.

“Where is your gilllllllllllllllll friend?” Alyssa, my baby sister, asked.

“She in the car, Munchkin, and be nice,” I said kissing my baby sister’s little face. Alyssa ran outside and met IT at the door. She took her by the hand and started to walk her into the house.

“So my mom says that you’re a whore, and my dad told her not to call you that. So are you a whore?”

“I like your hair you don't look like a little yellow trap…”

“Alyssa,” I yelled, cutting her off from whatever she was repeating. I picked her up and grabbed Italy by the hand.

“Man, my bad. My sister can drive you crazy.”

“Your mom thinks I’m a whore.”

“No, she doesn’t! Chill out. Come in.” As soon as we walked into the house, my mom gave me this fucked up look.

“Sacario, it’s eight o’clock. We eat at 6:30,” my mom lied. We ate all times of the night because no one was ever really home.

“Oh God, ma, not now!” I said pulling Italy’s chair out, looking at how my whole family was there.

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