She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy (5 page)

“You keep 5 and put the rest up for yo’ moms. I’m gone flip the rest for ya’ pops.”

We left there and I dropped Jay off and then headed back home. Soon as I walked in my bedroom, Venice was sitting up watching a fuckin’ reality show and eating chicken wings.

“Hey
,” she said as she stood up walked over to me. “What happened D?” She looked at me and a tear rolled down her face. She ran her hand over my face and stared at me with fear in her eyes.

“I’m good man!”

She nodded her head, wiped her tears, and then walked into the bathroom. She grabbed a warm cloth; washed my face, and then put some cream on it.

“Man
, I’m good,” I told her and snatched the food from the bed. I was lying. I was in so much pain that I wanted to scream. Not to mention my mind was racing.

“
What you buy me? I asked and sat on the bed. She climbed on my lap and kissed my lips. I forgot that I was even pissed and laid back on the bed. I kissed her as she caressed my chest.

My dick was throbbing, but I didn’t even crave sex. Her lips on mine and the look in her eyes made me feel good.
Man I was falling in love and that was not something I was ready to do. The best thing right now was to stay away from Venice.  I didn't want to keep my distance, but my mom was getting on me about school and my uncles was on me about work. I had to handle my shit. 

Chapter 3

Deuce

“
Deuce your sister's party is tomorrow I’m really gon’ to need your help,” my mother said to me causing me to sigh. I didn’t know what was worse, my mother nagging or the look she gave me about my ringing phone.

“Alight ma’,” I told her and kissed her face. I grabbed a juice sitting at a stool in the kitchen.

“Boy
, answer yo’ damn phone!” My mom yelled as she looked at it vibrating. I sighed as I looked at Venice’s number for the sixth time. I thought she would’ve gotten the hint by now.

“Man what?”
I said into the phone. I looked up to see my mother giving me a displeasing look.

“Damn
, what did I do to you best friend?” Venice asked, and her soft, sexy voice made me weak.

“Nothing
, I’m just working,” I told her and she sighed.

“
Alright, well are we ok?” she asked still sounding lost.

“Yeah
, man we Gucci! Can I hit you back? I’m watching my baby sister.” I lied, and my mother raised her eyebrow.

“Can we hang out tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you,” I told her and ended the call. I didn't really mean a word that I said. My mom gave me that look, and I just walked away.

The next few days really
got hectic.  My pops got released just in time for my sister’s birthday party. I watched in slow motion as every bit of my family's past was tossed out in the open like wet laundry.

My
mother, I thought would be happy to have my pops at home but instead, she smacked him and ordered him out the house. I truly didn't know what to think. Whenever my parents fought, the more my father felt he had to do for my sister and me.

He
went as far as buying me a truck and a 9mm with the word Deuce engraved in it. I really wanted to love my dad, but the tears were back in my mother’s eyes and I felt torn.   I wanted to call Ven. She always knew what to say, but I knew if I called her she would want to know why I had been avoiding her for the last few weeks, and truthfully I wasn’t ready to deal with it.

I did need a little release
, so I hit up this chick that went to Jay’s school. Candi was stuck up and ghetto at the same time. You know that chick that will only talk to niggas rolling. She was trying to get a come up, but at the same time she rolled her eyes and popped her tongue like a hood rat. I never took her back to my house, but we had fucked in the truck a couple of times. Sadly after I fucked Candi, Istill felt like I was missing something.

“
Yo’ Deuce,” I sighed and looked up at my pops

“What's up
?” he walked in my room and I prepared for the sex talk that I really had no need to hear.

“So you fuckin
?” he said like I was one of his niggas.

“Yeah!
You gon’ tell ma?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hell
naw.” He reached in his pocket and pulled out some condoms. “Understand you are the prince and hoes gon’ try and trap you! They think that kids are a come up. Never fuck a bitch raw!” He warned and I nodded my head as he eased out my room. Just as I got comfortable my phone rang.

“What!”

“Hey, can I speak to Deuce?” the shaky voice asked. I looked at the number and had never seen it before.

“
Yo who dis?”

“It’s Ven
.”

I won’t lie when she said
her name, my whole face lit up. I missed my girl.

“Fuck you at and who phone you c
alling me from? I asked.

She explained
, but all I could hear is her ask me to come for her, and I was out my bed.  I finished the call and ran in the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth and was out the door.

“
Yo son where are you going?” my pops asked, I flashed a smile, and he nodded, as he watched me walk out the door. 

I floored it
, till I got to address she had given me. As I pulled up, I saw my girl standing on the curb with her hair in a messy ponytail, with a white t-shirt shirt barely covering her ass.

I started to drive right by he
r, but I figured if she called me, she had to have had a reason.  I stopped and hopped out the car giving her that ‘what the fuck look.’ But one glance in her brown eyes, and I was over the madness.

Chapter 4

Italy

The smell of drugs always lingered in my house; that was nothing new. It was like that moth smell that old people had in their houses. I could hear my mother in the living room talking. I mean that was nothing new, but she was begging. I couldn’t hear every word that she said. The voices were getting closer to my room.

“That’s Tasha
, she’s 15, but she only been with two men. Her pussy still tight as any of these little hoes out there.” My momma voice sounded shaky like she was sick or worried.

“That little bitch black you know I don't like dark meat
or I would have fucked yo’ ass,” a deeper voice said. It sounded familiar, but not sure where I had heard it.

“What about that pretty little yellow thing that I saw over here last time I was here
?” he said sending chills down my spine.

I instantly knew
who he was; one of my mother’s suppliers or whatever it was called. I didn’t know much about drugs just that my mother did them and I never intended to.

“No! That’s my baby
! She’s too young!’ my mother countered.

“Too young?  Fuck! Well guess yo’ pocket too empty and these rocks; they can go home with me.”

-+I sighed with relief thinking that my mom had a bit of a heart. I was mortified with the thoughts of the things he wanted to do to me. All that she had put Tasha and me through; she had not sunk low enough to sell us to chase her dragon. 

“
Ok ,ok, Dre, she’s all yours.” I heard and my body began to shake. I felt the walls closing in on me. I had never had sex before, and I really wasn’t ready to do it now. Not with him. I was supposed to have sex with the man that loved me, not my mom’s dealer.

  I got out of my bed not even putting on my shoes and opened the window. 
I just sat on the ledge of my window. I was a little afraid to climb out although I had done it before. A part of me hoped that my mom wouldn’t go through with it. 

Slowly
my bedroom door crept open, and the light from the hall shined brighter in my bedroom. I slipped out my window and cut my foot on a piece of glass that sat beneath it. I didn't care if I bled to death, I was not going back to sleep with a man I didn't know. 

I ran not knowing where I would go just that I had to go somewhere. Normally when I got in trouble, I would call my boyfriend. At least I hoped he was my boyfriend
, and he would let me sleep in his bed and he would sleep on the floor. 

The
last time I spent the night he laid beside me, and it felt super good being held and wanted.  Tonight I was kind of scared to call him. Lately he had been pulling away. I feared he didn’t want me. I also knew he stayed kind of far. I went over my home girl Emily’s house. It was too late to knock on the door, so I tapped on the window.  It took a minute, but she finally opened it.

“
What Ven?” she said in a bad mood.

“
Can I stay the night? My mom is tripping.”

She looked behind her and
sighed. “Not tonight. Is there anywhere else you can go?

I looked at her ready to cry.
If I had somewhere else to go; I would have gone there
; I thought to myself. I could only think of one other place, and it was killing me to have to call him.

“
Yeah, but I need to call him.” 

She handed me her phone
, still looking behind her like she was in a rush. I looked at the numbers over and over and then I said fuck it and called. After three rings, I could hear the sound of someone clear they throat

“What?”

Can I speak to Deuce?”

“This is him
! Who is this? How you get my fuckin number?” he asked causing me to pause.

“Hey
, this is Venice, are you working?” I asked nervously. He cleared his throat and started to laugh.

“What up ma
? I was just thinking about you.  Where the fuck you at?” he asked his voice changing from calm to stern.

“Um
, well see I had a problem and…” I didn’t know the words to say. Emily was staring at me, like I was bothering her.

“Man
, where you at?”  Deuce asked, and I sighed in relief.

“I'm at my girl
Em’s house. She stay on Dexter. Can you come?” I could hear him sigh.

“Yeah
, tell ya girl text me the number and I’m on my way!” he said and ended the call without so much as a good bye.
What if I had made a mistake calling him?
  I questioned myself.

I
handed Emily her phone, and told her just what Deuce had said. My foot was killing me, so I walked around to her front porch and sat on the steps.  The wind was blowing through me. Doubt was so present in my head.
I should just get up and go home.
I told myself.
Sex may not be that  bad
; I said trying to convince myself.

When I heard the sound of loud music about a block away, I knew that it was Deuce. He never went anywhere without his music banging. I stood up and walked to the curb so that he could see me. He pulled up in front of me and rolled the window down. His eyes roamed my body.

“Man
, where the fuck is yo’ clothes?”  he asked with his eyebrows arched. He cut the engine and got out the truck and walked over to me. Now don't let his name fool you they called him Deuce, but he was original.

The way he was rocking his Nike ball shorts
, wife beater, fitted ball cap hanging half way off his head, and his Jordan’s untied with no socks on had me damn near about to lose my mind.
Damn he was sexy without trying.
He walked over to me looking me from head to toe and all I could smell was his cologne.

“
What up little momma where ya’ fuckin clothes?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on his black on black Tahoe.

“This
yo’ truck?” I asked changing the subject.

“Yeah
, my pops just got out. He felt guilty, so he bought me a truck. Is you bleeding?”

He opened the door to his truck and lifted me in. 
He ran to the driver’s side and started the car and pulled off. Turning the heat on and his music up, he looked me over one last time before he jumped on the freeway. We didn't talk; he just drove while looking over at me every few minutes.

We pulled up to his house
, and it always took my breath away. They lived in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan; only millionaires stayed there and the houses were so big that it was only like five to block. In his driveway were six different luxury cars and three huge trucks. He cut the car and looked at me.

“My uncles here fuck
,” he said his eyes still looking my body over.

“What that mean?”
I asked worried I would have to sleep outside.