Thug Lovin' (20 page)

“Don’t let that nigga take you down, Kyra. You’re too good for that. And get rid of that shit in your purse.”

“Why? Are you are going to arrest me, Detective Bryant?”

“No. Because I know it’s not yours. And since your eyes are red and swollen I’m guessing that you were crying mad when you
came across it and stormed out of the house to confront your man. Like I said, be careful and don’t let that nigga take you
down. You’re too good for him.”

“How do you know that? You don’t know me and you don’t know him.”

“Well, tell me otherwise. Go ahead, I’m listening.” Kyra didn’t say anything as he paid for both of their purchases. “I didn’t
think so. I’ll take you and make you mine before I let that nigga take you down.” He leaned over, kissed her on the cheek.

When Kyra got to her car she sat inside staring into space for about five minutes. When she looked up Rick was standing there.

“Other people want to fill their tanks up too.” She looked at him as if to say, “I don’t give a fuck.” He started laughing.
“C’mon, lil’ mama, follow me. You look like you need to relieve some stress.” He went and jumped into a white-on-white Chevy
Tahoe.

Like a robot, she followed him. Twenty minutes later they pulled up in front of a brick house in Long Beach. Rick got out
and came over to Kyra. “This is my mother’s house. I’ve been trying to get her to move for years. But she won’t. She teaches
fifth grade in the school down the street.” He opened Kyra’s door and grabbed her hand. “C’mon, get out.”

“I’m not going to meet your mother, Rick. Look at me. I been doing housework all morning.”

“Girl, my mom isn’t home.” He practically yanked her out of the car and dragged her up the front steps.

A nosey neighbor came to her door. “Rick? Is that you?”

“Yes, Mrs. Henderson, it’s me.”

He hurried up and opened the front door to let Kyra in. “That woman will talk you damn near to death.” He breathed a sigh
of relief.

Kyra’s eyes looked around the living room. Yes, this was definitely the home of a senior citizen. Knickknacks such as saltshakers,
banners from Rick’s football games, baseball game paraphenalia and his drawings were everywhere. When she moved to go look
at the pictures on the wall he pulled her toward the kitchen.

“Awwwww, you were so cute.”

“Don’t worry about that. Let me show you around.” He showed her the entire house, holding on to her hand the entire time.
He saved the guest room for last. When he took her in there, he pulled the door closed behind them. “This used to be my room.
I used to sneak a lot of girls up here.”

Kyra smiled. “Is this what you’re calling yourself doing? Sneaking me in your room?”

“Yeah.” He looked at his watch. “My moms will be home in an hour. Can I have a kiss?” The attraction had been there since
the first day they met. And with all the bullshit Marvin had been on lately Kyra needed a good fuck. Hell, she wanted one.
Matter of fact, she thought she deserved one. He picked her up, stood her on the footstool and kissed her before she could
answer.

“What do you think you are going to do with me in an hour?” Kyra kissed him back.

“Whatever you allow me to. We have forty-five minutes to be exact,” he said as he began unbuttoning her shirt and kissing
her neck.

“Put me down.” When he lifted her off the footstool, she stepped back and began to undress herself, letting him know that
she was all for this. He began doing the same thing, but not before placing the two burners he had on the dresser. She glanced
at the guns and realized that his bad boy demeanor turned her on. “You are tall, dangerously and forbiddenly sexy.”

He licked his lips as his eyes admired her dark, huge nipples that were now poking out. He smiled. “And you are very short,
extremely and make-a-nigga-wanna-kill-somebody sexy. Wait until I stick this dick inside of you.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she whispered.

“Is there anything else you like about me?”

“I like your body and all of those muscles. I want to grab on to your dreads. But more than anything I want to find out if
underneath all of that tough-cop shit if you are nothing but a sweetheart.” She now stood there naked.

“A sweetheart?”

“Yeah, a sweetheart.”

“I’ll be a sweetheart only to you.” He was now standing there butt naked and placing a condom on his hard dick. He then pulled
the covers back off the bed and Kyra came over and lay down. He immediately got on top of her and began sucking her sweet
dark nipples.

“We don’t have much time, Rick,” Kyra told him.

He spread her legs, put one of them in the crook of his arm and entered her. Kyra moaned, sending shivers up and down his
spine.
Damn.
He really wanted to take his time and enjoy this, he thought to himself as he went in deeper. She was so hot, tight and wet.
His knees buckled as he got his grind on nice and slow. It was obvious to him that Kyra had found her spot, because her eyes
were shut tight and she was trying to get all the dick she could. Unlike his wife, Kyra was enjoying herself. After a few
minutes, to his surprise, she was coming. She waited until her breathing slowed down before she opened her eyes and smiled
at him.

“That was a nice appetizer.”

“Turn over,” he ordered. She did, raising that ass and pussy up in the air as if it was a challenge. He grabbed on to her
hips and slid his dick in as deep as it would go, trying to knock the bottom out. She grabbed a pillow and bit down into it.
“You want to get fucked like this?” Rick whispered in her ear.

“Ohhhhh, yess. Just like this,” Kyra cooed back. “Harder, baby. Hurry and
make
me come again.”

“I’ma
make
you mine, Kyra,” was the last thing he said before he nutted inside of her and she came again as well.

“Damn I needed that,” Kyra said as she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

K
yra took her time driving to the club. It was later than she had thought. After getting busy with Rick she had dozed off and
it felt as if she had been asleep for hours when it was only minutes. They exchanged cell numbers and joked about leaving
a public gas station and going straight to the bedroom. She left right as his mother was pulling up. Rick actually had her
shook. She thought about how earlier today she had been steaming mad at Marvin, but now she felt sorry for him. She used her
code to get into the club entrance marked P
ERSONNEL
. She knew Marvin was watching her every move on the security monitors. The staff was busy getting ready for the night. They
were sweeping, mopping, buffing and restocking. But what caught her attention was the young lady painting a mural of people
dancing. The painting sucked you in. Kyra stopped and watched the girl whiz with the brush in her hand.

The girl reminded her of Tasha as she rattled away on her Bluetooth not missing a stroke. The girl definitely had skill and
Kyra was mesmerized by how fast she worked. Kyra walked over to where she was and stood next to her. The girl smiled and kept
talking.

When she ended her call Kyra asked, “Where are you from?” Kyra had noticed that she had an accent.

Sabeerah held out her hand with the paintbrush for Kyra to shake. Realizing what she was doing she giggled. “Oops, sorry about
that. My name is Sabeerah. My parents are from Haiti, and I’ve been over here since I was six. I just came from New Jersey.
I got accepted at UCLA.”

“Really. That’s great. What part of New Jersey?”

“Newark.”

“Newark! Get out of here. That’s our old stomping grounds! Small world.”

“Aiight, let us allow you to get back to what you do.” Marvin walked up on them and interrupted as he led Kyra away.

“Nice meeting you, Sabeerah,” Kyra told her.

“Same here.” Sabeerah turned around and went back to painting.

“Where did y’all find her?” Kyra asked Marvin.

“Trae found her the day we took you out to the college. She was out there selling her art. She kept calling the club until
Stephon finally got tired of her and he gave her some work.”

“Ummph.” Kyra smirked, full of skepticism.

Marvin wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the neck. “You know you feelin’ her work. She is known as Sabeerah,
the artist. She’s the one who did that big picture of Tasha. But before I forget, I gave Trae the keys to the condo.”

“The condo? Trae has a house. What does he need with the condo?”

“He’s family. Where else is he supposed to go? I ain’t sending the nigga to no hotel. I’m tired of seeing him sleeping here
at the club. Tasha kicked him out, remember?” Marvin said as he held the door to his office open for her.

“Then he’s supposed to be sleeping at the club. Y’all niggas got out here and done lost y’all fuckin’ minds,” Kyra snapped.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Marvin barked.

Kyra went into her purse and pulled out the dope. She held it out for Marvin to see.

“Where did you get that from?” He tried to snatch it out of her hands but she moved away just in time.

“You know exactly where I got it from.”

“No. I don’t.”

“Oh my God. Marvin, baby. This is me you’re talking to. I’m not against you, baby. I’m not your enemy. And you know I’m not
stupid. Baby, I know you are using. At first I didn’t want to believe it but I know you are.”

“Kyra, c’mon now.”

“C’mon nothing, Marvin. And you’re slipping up leaving the shit around. What if Aisha would have found the shit, Marvin? Huh?
Answer me, nigga.”

“Kyra I am not using. I may dabble in a little E every now and then but that’s it.”

Kyra sighed as she slumped down into the chair in front of his desk. “I never would have dreamed that in this point of our
lives we would be having this conversation.” She looked across the desk at Marvin, who was now sitting down. They had been
through thick and thin together. After they had gotten their lives together and had stopped using, he had been her strength.

“Marvin, you need to choose.”

“Choose?”

“You know what the fuck I’m talking about.” Kyra went into her purse, snatched out one of the packages of dope, and tossed
it at him. “Me and Aisha or that shit. You can’t have both.” She stood up and went for the door.

“Wait, Kyra.”

“Me and Aisha or the dope, Marvin. If you’re not ready to admit that you slipped, then I don’t want to hear shit you got to
say.”

“Where do you think you’re going, Kyra?”

“I’m going to pick up our daughter and then I’m going home.” She stormed out and left him sitting there.

Kyra had ended up at Tasha’s house. She was planted on the love seat in her bedroom trying to act as if everything in her
world were lovely. But Tasha knew better.

“Kyra, you look awful. You might as well get it off your chest because you know I know you,” Tasha said to her best friend
as she stood in front of her with her arms folded.

“Tasha, I am so scared.” Kyra revealed. Tasha grabbed some tissue off of the end table next to the love seat. She then grabbed
the remote and turned down the Jennifer Hudson CD.

“Get if off your chest, Kyra,” Tasha told her, waiting patiently as Kyra wiped the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.
“To have to live without Marvin in my life, I am scared shitless. We’ve been together over ten years. We’ve made it a habit
to depend on each other and to have each other’s back. But now, I don’t give a fuck. I’m ready to up and leave him, Tasha.
I refuse to let him take me down that road again.”

“I honestly don’t know, Kyra. Try something first. Shit, both of y’all are family. Maybe put his ass in rehab and see how
that goes.”

“How am I supposed to do that? He won’t even admit that he’s using, Tasha. I threw the dope right in his face and he still
wouldn’t admit it.” Just then Tasha’s house phone rang.

“Get that. It’s probably Trae. I don’t want to talk to him right now,” Tasha told her.

“Hello.”

“Hi, is Trae home?”

“Who’s calling?” Kyra asked with her face all twisted up.

“Who is it?” Tasha snapped.

Kyra put her hand up, motioning for Tasha to be quiet. “Who is this?” Kyra prodded.

“Sabeerah. I’m looking for Trae, is he available?”

“No, he isn’t. What can I—”

“Thank you.” Sabeerah hung up.

As soon as Kyra placed the phone on the receiver it rang again. Kyra snatched it up on the first ring.

This time she looked at the caller ID and it was Rick.

“Hello, Mrs. Tasha, is your husband available?”

“This is Ms. Kyra. Who is this?” Kyra stood up and walked out of Tasha’s bedroom.

“Kyra? Damn, this is my lucky day. You all right? Can you talk?” Rick asked.

“For a minute. What’s up?”

“I wanted to thank you for this afternoon. I regret that everything happened kind of quick, but I still wanted to thank you.
I’m still sailing off that shit.”

“You’re welcome.” Her frown was now turned into a smile.

“But check it, I’ma take you from him, watch.”

“I don’t think you can do that.”

“Why not?”

Kyra sighed before answering. “Rick, I just got done fucking you and now I’m over here crying about Marvin and our shaky-ass
marriage. I don’t know. Do you remember that O’Jays song ‘You Got Your Hooks In Me’?”

Rick smiled. “Yeah, I remember it.”

“Well, he got his hooks in me. I’m having a hard time walking away from him. Even worse, I feel like I can’t and that’s scaring
the shit out of me.”

“Don’t sweat it. I got that,” he assured her.

Kyra laughed. “Oh, it’s like that?”

“Kyra, you keep forgetting that I’m the king. But listen, I’m in the middle of something and I need to speak to Trae. Is he
in?”

“No he’s not.”

“I gotta run. Can I call you later? Better yet, can I see you later?”

“You can call me. I’ll have to see about the other thing.”

They both hung up.

“Who was that?” Tasha was standing right behind her.

“Tasha, not now, okay.” Kyra went and sat back down on the love seat. Her eyes went to the lifelike picture above Tasha’s
bed.