Honor Thy Thug

18




TASHA

As soon as Trae left, I pulled out my bags, got to packing, and was headed for the door. Trina had booked us suites at the Bellagio in Vegas, my late cousin Stephon’s favorite spot, may he rest in peace. She’d also put together an itinerary that included a day of pampering, a night of clubbing, and a night of gambling. We were only going to be gone for three days. I figured I would go have my fun and beat him back. But if not, oh, well. F*ck Trae!

“Rosalind Tasha Macklin, I am tired of hearing you bash Trae. I know you are angry at him for f*cking other bitches, but trust me, you don’t want to let that destroy your marriage. He loves the hell out of you, Tasha. You know how many women, including myself, wish they had that? And how soon we forget, you f*cked a nigga, so now y’all even. You done put the dogs on the little Chinese bitch, so let it go. Once we step foot off this plane, I don’t want to hear Trae’s name. It’s all about Stephon. We are here to celebrate him.”

“Trina, that’s easy for you to say. You didn’t read those diary pages, but I did. He was f*cking that ho and throwing rose petals down and shit. My stomach churns at the thought. I hate him right about now.”

“Tasha, dead that shit and burn it. You don’t even know if that shit is true. And bitch, you was pregnant by his mans! Not some ole regular nigga. His fam, that he has been trying to kill. So shit, the score is even! You gotta let this shit go. I’m telling you, you’re gonna run him away.”

“Run him away? He’s running his own self away by maintaining a relationship with a bitch he was f*ckin’. That bitch worships him, and believe me, he gets off on that bullshit.”

“Tasha, the bitch is on life support, fighting for her life. How is she going to worship some nigga? You’re allowing that ho to get all in your head. The minute we step off of this plane, I don’t want you to say the word Trae. I want you to unwind . . . relax. It’s only for three days. Damn! Three days!”

“I heard you, Trina.”

“Good. Now, let me do a little ranting.” She lowered her voice. “Jameer is still missing. Tasha, don’t lie to me. Do you think this has something to do with the dogs? I mean, why all of a sudden, now? I knew I shouldn’t have hooked y’all up.”

“Now you’re sounding stupid. How the hell is this going to have something to do with the dogs? Did he know the Chinese bitch? Did he know any of her people? Hell, no! You don’t even really know him! You said he was into all types of shit. Does he have another girl?”

“He’s got a baby mama . . .”

I began to tune my sister out. Needless to say, she kept talking about Jameer until we got off the plane, all the way until we walked into the Bellagio. Whoaaaa! We stepped into the spacious marble foyer with the prettiest glass chandelier I ever saw. The shit was bling-blinging so hard I could hardly see. We were welcomed with fresh fruit, flowers, nuts, and assorted chocolates. Nice touch. She’d booked us a villa at the hotel, and we checked in at the front desk. We were escorted to a European-designed three-bedroom, five-bath, heavenly domain. Our suite had a workout room, a massage room, a dry sauna, a full kitchen, a dining room, a full bar, and dual fireplaces, topped off with a gorgeous private terrace and garden with a pool and whirlpool.

It is about to go down! I saw why Stephon loved this spot and treated himself often. Trae who? I was getting ready to enjoy some me time, right there in the villa all by myself. Trina was ready to hit the casino before she even unpacked her bags. I told her to go ahead. I was one who could do without the casino. I was calling the masseuse to bring me some vanilla-scented candles and to arrange for my full-body massage. It was about to be on right there in the next room.

“I feel lucky, sis! You sure you don’t want to go?” Trina was standing at the front door, ready to get her gamble on, and was trying one more time to get me to hang out with her.

“I’m sure,” I told her as I waved her out the door. I was anxious to enjoy some solitude. No kids, no Kyra, and No Trae.

• • •

By ten thirty, Trina was back and all gambled out. I had ordered a birthday cake and took the bubbly from our bar, and she’d managed to get some weed from somewhere. We celebrated Stephon as if he was there. We danced, we laughed, we cried, we drank, and we even prayed. We celebrated our cousin’s birthday until two in the morning. I didn’t even think about Trae or start to miss him until I woke up the next day around noon.

I felt around for my phone to see if I’d missed anything and saw my text messages. The first was, of course, from Trae: I’ll be in tonight u better have ur ass home. Kyra’s said: Marva called the kids r fine. I sent Marva a text: Keep an eye on Caliph.

I pinned my hair up and ran me a nice bathtub of bubbly water. The hot tub was big enough for four. Before I got in, I called room service and ordered myself some blueberry pancakes, a vegetable omelet, and fried potatoes.

I didn’t know where Trina was, but again, she left me all alone, and I had no problems with that. She was acting like a kid who had just arrived at Disney World. Silly ho!

I stepped into my pool of bubbles and actually relaxed and got my weed on. The water was nice and hot, and my vanilla-scented candles made the atmosphere just right. I was feeling real nice, and my muscles were relaxed. The massage I had was just what the doctor ordered. I closed my eyes and began to erase everything. I soaked until my fingertips began to wrinkle up, which was my cue to get out. Before I could oil my skin down, our personal butler was at the door.

“Perfect timing!” I mumbled as I tightened the towel on my head, wrapped and tied a knot in the towel around my body. I went to the door, stood behind it, and opened it.

“Room service!” the slim butler in full uniform announced as he pushed the cart inside, handing me the slip to sign.

“Thank you,” I told him. “Your tip will be on here, too.”

“Will there be anything else, madam?”

“No, thank you.”

“I’m just a call away,” he reminded me as he took the slip and disappeared out the door.

As I went to close the door all the way and lock it, I was stopped. Trina had finally decided to bring her ass in. “Where have you been?” I asked, walking over to the food cart and noticing the bottle of wine and two glasses on the cart, items that I didn’t order.

“I was wondering the same thing about you.” His voice was a whisper, but there was no mistaking who it belonged to. I damn near snapped my neck as I turned around and stood face-to-face with Kyron. Here I was standing naked except for a towel wrapped around the top half of my body. I didn’t know whether to run or scream. As if he was reading my mind, Kyron said, “Relax, Shorty. I’ve seen you naked before.”

“What are you doing here, Kyron? I want you to leave.” I went to the door, and he moved in front of it. I was trying my best not to panic.

“Not before you have a drink with me,” he whispered. He turned around and put the lock on the door. He took off his jacket that went with a three-piece Armani suit. There was a burner tucked down in the front of his pants. He folded the jacket and laid it across the back of the sofa.

“Kyron, please. I need you to leave.” I started trying to figure out why he was here. How he knew I was here, how he got here, the whole nine.

“Not before you have a drink with me. Have a seat.”

“Let me put some clothes on.”

“Sit down, Shorty. The sooner you have this drink, the sooner I can leave. We f*cked before, remember? I’ve seen all you have to offer.” He was being a little too laid-back for me.

I hated this nigga and was a glad to see the burner in his waist. I thought maybe I could take it from him and blow his f*cking brains out. I looked him over. He had lost a little weight, and I noticed that his voice was raspy, and he had a large scar at the base of his throat. I couldn’t help but crack on him. “So it looks like you wear your scars well.”


KYRON

I smiled. Shorty still had a sense of humor. However, through the tough exterior, I could see that she was nervous. She was puzzled about how I found her or why I was there. I’d let her figure it out, since she had so many jokes. I went over and popped the wine bottle.

“Can I at least have my breakfast before it gets cold?”

“Sure.” I waited as she got up, picked up her trays, and set them on the table. Then I filled both of our glasses with wine.

“You know what? Forget it. You messed up my appetite. As a matter of fact, you messed up my day, my marriage, you name it. Let’s drink to that, muthaf*cka! Since you want to drink to something.” She came charging at me. I grabbed our drinks and set them on the table before she could get to me. I turned around, lifted her up, and to her surprise, set her on top of the table, too.

I stood between her legs and stared into her eyes. I was excited to finally have this time with Shorty. “Relax,” I said as I sat in the chair in front of her. I pulled my burner from my waist and set it on the chair next to me and slid it under the table. If she had plans on snatching it out of my waist, she had to come up with another one.

“Kyron, why are you here?”

I passed her the glass that I’d poured for her, and I picked up the other one and tapped it against her glass. It was time for a toast. “To life.” I sipped my drink.

“To death. Specifically, yours,” Tasha said, and she took several sips of her wine. “Okay, we had our drink, so now can you leave?”

“Not until you drink up.” I took another sip and then placed my hand on the bottom of her glass, easing it toward her lips.

“I swear, you f*cked up my day, my whole vacation.” She drank the last of what was in her glass. “Does your girl know that you’re here f*ckin’ with me?”

“She knows what she needs to know.”

“What is she saying about you constantly f*ckin’ with me?”

I removed the blunt and the lighter from inside my vest.

“Why are you getting comfortable? You said a drink, not a smoke. And how do you expect to smoke with a hole in your neck?” She chuckled. “Seriously, you need to be seeing your way out, Kyron.”

“I thought you wanted to know what my girl had to say about me f*ckin’ with you?”

“I’ve changed my mind. I really don’t give a f*ck what she thinks. Can you leave now?” Tasha asked.

I saw sweat beads beginning to form on her shoulders. It was about to be on.


TASHA

When he had took the gun out of his waist, I thought it was over for me. I just knew that this crazy nigga had come to kill me once and for all. But when he set the gun on the chair, I exhaled. I was still scared, so I kept running my mouth. But now there I was, sitting on top of the table with only a towel wrapped around me.

“Can I turn up the air? It is getting warm in here.” I unwrapped the towel from around my head and began fanning myself with my hand.

“You’ll be all right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He lit his blunt. “I’m not smoking with you, Kyron. I had the drink, and now I would like for you to leave. You are making me very uncomfortable.”

He took a pull, held it in, and then released the smoke. “How uncomfortable do you think I felt laying up in that hospital bed?” He took another pull and blew some smoke in my face.

I was beginning to feel light-headed. My p-ssy was tingling, and I was sweating, ready to come out of the towel. “I gotta turn the air up, Kyron.” I went to get off the table, but when I rose up, I felt dizzy. Then it hit me. “Kyron, you put something in my drink, didn’t you? Where is my sister?” I was beginning to panic.

“Chill. Take a pull of this. This will level you out.”

“What did you give me, Kyron?” It had to be something, because my vision was a little blurry.

“Take a pull.”

“Why are you doing this? Why can’t you leave me the f*ck alone?”

“Take a pull, Tasha, or else you gonna start trippin’.” He put the blunt to my lips; I inhaled, held the haze in, and felt as if I was floating and my p-ssy was smoking hot. Kyron leaned over and put the blunt out. He sat up and kissed my knee and the inside of my thigh. I began to tremble.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” I was confused. I honestly wondered why.

He shrugged. “I keep asking myself the same damn thing.”

I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks. I knew he wouldn’t do it, but I asked anyway. “Kyron, please leave now.”

“You know you don’t want me to leave, not right now, anyway. Things are about to get heated.” He kissed my knee and thigh again. It felt like this nigga might be right. My * was throbbing. I placed my hand on his head and found myself running my fingers through his curly hair. The tears were still flowing. “Shorty, stop crying. Eatin’ ain’t cheatin’, and you know I ain’t got nothing but love for you,” he said as he spread my legs and planted kisses up and down the insides of my thighs. “I thought I’d never be able to do this again.” He spoke as if this was what he lived for as he parted my lips and went to licking on my *. I now had both hands on his head , encouraging him on.

“Kyron . . . “ I moaned. “You’ve got a girl.”

“She ain’t you.”

“This has to . . . ssstop . . . oh, this feels good.” I spread my legs wider as he ate my p-ssy as if he hadn’t eaten a meal in months. I came real quick. My towel came open, and now there I was, butt naked lying on the table in front of Kyron. He stopped eating my p-ssy to admire my nakedness. I was ready to f*ck. I felt high. I felt dizzy. I was on fire.

I leaned forward and began unbuttoning his vest. He smirked. “You ready to f*ck big daddy now, huh.” He placed one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked it just the way I liked it.

“You gotta drug a bitch to get the p-ssy? What’s wrong with this picture?” I asked him. “I thought you were more of a boss than that.”

“I wanted you bad. But would you have given it up willingly?”

“Hell, no . . .”

“Well, you answered your own question.” He unzipped his pants, and I swear, the biggest dick I’d ever seen popped out. It looked as long as my arm. It had to be the drugs. I felt his strong hands grab my ass; as he lifted me up, I grabbed that big monster and put it at my opening, and he eased me down onto the hardest dick I’d ever felt in my life. Again, it had to be the drugs.

We both moaned out loud.

“F*ck me, Kyron! F*ck this p-ssy real good, and make me know who this p-ssy belongs to.” But in reality, I was doing all the work. He leaned back and stretched his legs out, and I was riding that big dick. I couldn’t get enough. “Kyron, f*ck me, damn it!” I gritted. He sat up, held me up and still inside, set me on the table. He raised both my legs up and went to f*cking me. F*cking me good and hard. I was taking the dick like a champ, but still, I couldn’t get enough.

He pulled out. “I’m about to nut.”

“I don’t care, nigga. You came here to f*ck me, so f*ck me!” He sat down and went to eating my p-ssy. I couldn’t come for shit, and it was driving me insane. “Give me the dick, Kyron, I need the dick.” He stopped and looked up at me, mouth glazed with my juices. He yanked me up, turned me around, and he went deep into my p-ssy from the rear. I heard the food tray hit the floor as I grabbed onto the table. Finally, he had found my spot. “That’s it, nigga! My spot! Punish my spot!”

“Like this?”

“Just give me the dick, nigga! Punish this p-ssy.”

He was going all in, and it was good as f*ck. I was loving every stroke, trying not to climb across the table.

Finally, I felt that first wave. My orgasm was coming on good and strong. Kyron kept stroking until he couldn’t stroke any more. He pulled out and squirted all over my ass and my back as if I was some ho in the strip club, who had just finished f*cking him for twenty dollars. He snatched me up by my hair and stood me up. He was trying to kiss me and went to sucking on my neck.

“You hate me, remember?” I reminded him. My head was spinning.

“I love you, too.”

“A bitch like me thinks my * is made of gold, remember? I’m a ho, remember that?” I reminded him of the shit he had put in his letter to me as he passionately planted kisses on my neck and shoulders. “You’ll die over this p-ssy, won’t you?”

He turned me around roughly and set me back on top of the table. He went to kiss my lips, but I turned away. “I want to f*ck some more,” I heard myself say. I didn’t care that his dick was limp. I was still on fire. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. As soon as he laid me across the bed, he stripped. The last thing I remembered was him spreading my thighs and telling me how good it felt to be f*cking his Shorty again.

• • •

I was crouched in the corner, wrapped in a sheet and shivering. I was freezing cold. I wondered why the police and all of these strangers, along with Trae, were standing over me. My ears were popping as if I was up in high altitude or as if I was under water. I could barely hear.

Someone had a blanket and was hovering over me, trying to get me to stand up. I was fighting him off me. “Who do you think you are? Get away from me! I hate you! I’m a ho, remember?” I heard someone say, but it didn’t sound like me. I felt a needle pierce my arm, and then everything faded to black.