When A Real Thug Wants You 3 by Jazzie

Author:Jazzie [Jazzie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Talehia Presents
Published: 2016-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

Kenji

I had to move in silence because I was now on the Feds’ radar. With my up and coming trial, I couldn’t do shit but lay low. I had Feds, judges, and FBI agents in my pocket, but I didn’t want to fuck up more or add to the situation. I had my best and loyal soldiers out hunting for Kenya and Cash, so ain’t no worrying on my end. I gave them specific instructions to bring them niggas to my sanctuary when caught. They must have forgot who the fuck I was, but I was definitely about to remind them.

Since I left Freckles, my mind been fucked up. My days consisted of smoking weed and going to sleep. I barely ate anything because of the lack of having her with me. I tried to reach out to her but she had her numbers changed. That was expected, because if you piss her off, she cutting you off. She don’t play that back and forth shit. When it’s over, it is over. I had Killa to stop by the house to check on her to see if she needed anything, but he said when he got there the house was flat fucking land. You read right. Close yo fucking mouth. That mean motherfucker burned our house down. I couldn’t be mad at her because she was hurt. When her feelings are hurt she goes on a destructive path and fucks up everything in sight, and this was no different. Here I was, begging for her heart, and when she finally lets me in, I break it. I hope she has a forgiving heart because I can’t live without her.

I’d been taking my meds regularly now and coming slowly back down to planet earth and realize where I fucked up at. Instead of pushing her away, I should’ve been embracing her and telling her that everything was going to be okay. Even if I wasn’t sure of that statement myself, it would’ve made her feel safe and secure. I should have taken her with me, but she has her entire life set up in Atlanta, with or without me in it. She had to know that I was coming back for her. I can’t lie though, I miss the fuck out of my wife. I miss her natural scent of vanilla that I always teased her about. The way she slept with her fist balled up under her chin with her head pushed so far in the crook of my arm that I thought she would smother. She would always say that my scent made it easier for her to fall asleep. Most of all, I miss that skin on skin contact. The vice grip her pussy had on my dick when she rode me until my eyes rolled in my head. She had become a certified freak. My freak and no other nigga was gonna reap the benefits. I knew for sure that she shut all the way down emotionally, but I was prepared to break through every layer all over again to get to her heart if she let me.

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