Thug Lovin' by Wahida Clark

Author:Wahida Clark
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: FIC048000
ISBN: 9780446552097
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2009-08-10T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Trae was sitting in Rick’s living room. They were getting blunted out. “Man, you’re a detective. They don’t give y’all random piss tests?” he asked Rick. They were on their third blunt as they watched Roy Jones, Jr. get his ass beat by Calzaghe.

“I’m a boss, nigga.”

“So. Bosses have a boss.”

“Well, I have a unique situation. I’m good. Don’t worry about me. You know how lucky you are that I am who I am? That Asian chick you fuckin’ with is connected. We even now, homey,” Rick told him.

“Nigga, we ain’t even. That’s what you get paid to do, serve the public,” Trae joked.

“Dude. Who you know can call 911 and request a specific officer by name and he comes running? Nobody,” Rick joked. “But seriously,” he said, “ole girl is very connected. How did you get hooked up with her?” He wanted to see how much Trae knew. But Trae didn’t bite. Rick paused to take a toke. “She said Tasha invited her inside the house. So that means that wifey took her time and premeditated the ass-whipping. Dawg, you better not sleep on Tasha. That’s the type of woman you can’t sleep on, man.”

“Man, I know my wife.”

“I can’t tell. What were you thinking fuckin’ with that rich crazy and very connected bitch? I underestimated your willingness to live on the edge. Shit, I need you on my team, Rick kept prodding. “I mean, it’s obvious that you love the ground your wife walks on and she worships you. Man, you know how many folks wish they had it like that? Sheeit, I hate my wife. We together for convenience. The bitch got money.” Rick was watching Trae and waiting on an answer. Because they had been investigating Charli Li’s law firm hoping to get something on Charles Li, which led them to Stephon, who had led them to Trae. They didn’t want Charli, Stephon or Trae. They wanted the man himself, Charles Li.

Their attention went to the front door. Rick’s wife walked in, frowned and slammed the door. “Speak of the crooked-horn devil,” Rick said.

“Rick, we talked about you smoking that shit in my house.” She rolled her eyes and kept going, ignoring Trae.

Rick looked at his watch. “Here this bitch comes in at almost one in the morning, no explanation, no previous phone calls, no dinner on the stove, and got the nerve to check me about smoking weed in the privacy of my own goddammed house? This bitch got me fucked up!”

“What did you call me?” his wife Rachel screamed from the stairs.

“Ohhkay.” Trae stood up. “I think it’s time for me to bounce.”

“Naw, man. You ain’t gotta leave.”

“What did you call me?” Rachel screamed again as she stormed down the stairs.

“Rachel, we have company.”

“I don’t have shit. That’s your company,” she yelled as if Trae weren’t standing there.

“Aiight, man. I’m out. It’s time for me to get my ass home.” He gave Rick some dap. “I’ll holla at you tomorrow and thanks for everything.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.