Thug Lovin' by Wahida Clark Read Free Book Online Page B

Y’all niggas say that same shit when y’all out there hustlin’.
This is business.
It’s always business, but business and bitches don’t mix. Look, I’m done talking about it because obviously your mind is
     already made up.”
    “So, you don’t want me to invest in the club?”
    “Baby, I’ve said all that I’m going to say. You’ve already made up your mind. I’m with you. Just don’t let me have to act
     a fool out here in Hollywood.”
    “Uh-oh. This just in: Tasha threatens to get ghetto,” Trae joked.
    “Ha, ha, ha, nigga. I got your joke, Chris Tucker.” Tasha rolled her eyes at him. “For real, keep playing if you want to.
     You can mark my words, it’s gonna be some shit. Just be sure to remember what I’m telling you. A club guarantees drama. And
     Trae, I promise you, I am not the one to be putting up with the bullshit. Watch what I tell you.”
    Trae was out taking the Navigator for a ride on the LA streets. He had several cars: the Benz, the BMW, the ole skool and
     the Denali. But the Nav was by far his favorite. He had just gotten it detailed and wanted to show it off. Riding in the Nav
     brought back lots of memories. This was his hustle ride. Trae opened up the sunroof, allowing the noonday sun to warm his
     bald head. He turned the CD player on and lit a blunt. Jadakiss came on telling everybody to “fuck the frail shit.” Trae smiled
     but the moment was instantly lost as the flashing lights were right behind him.
Shit.
Trae put the blunt out and pulled over.
    The dark blue Chrysler with the tinted windows pulled up behind him. Trae called Tasha and told her he had just been pulled
     over and the Nav smelled like weed. He then told her to call Benny, his attorney, if she didn’t hear from him in thirty minutes.
     Trae watched as the driver-side door of the Chrysler came open. A brown-skinned brother with long dreads stepped out wearing
     plain clothes and talking animatedly on his cell phone.
What the fuck?
Trae thought as he rolled his window down.
    As the officer continued to talk he was admiring the Navigator. He finally hung up and said, “I had a silver Nav just like
     this. Same year and everything. Muthafuckas stole it and chopped it up. You know your left brake light is out?”
    “Naw, man. I didn’t. It’s been sitting in the garage for over a month. I had to take it out today,” Trae told him, wondering
     if he was going to say anything about the weed.
    “How she running?”
    Trae smiled. “Like she been sittin’ for months.”
    The detective started laughing. “Aiight, man. Get your light fixed.” He turned and headed back for his car leaving Trae wondering,
What the fuck was that really about?

CHAPTER TEN
    I t was a little after three in the morning. Trae and Tasha were just getting into the house. They had been out with Stephon,
     Marvin and Kyra scouting out the hottest clubs, those they would be competing against.
    As Trae fumbled with the lock, Tasha was standing behind him, kissing him on his neck and squeezing his dick. As soon as he
     opened the door she began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
    “You know you were the finest thing out there tonight, right?” he said as he looked at her over his shoulder.
    “You told me that already. You gonna give me some dick or continue to tell me what I already know?”
    “I’ma do both, smartass,” he told her as he yanked her dress up over her ass and lifted her up. He slammed her back up against
     the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    “Ohhhhh, I like it rough, big daddy,” she teased him as she slid down onto his dick. They both released subtle and seductive
     moans.
    Her pussy was hot and juicy. “Oh, you ready for Daddy, huh?”
    “Mmmmmm,” she moaned as she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter. “All night long I was ready to fuck,” she whispered
     into his ear. “You were the finest nigga out there tonight. And this big fat dick is all mine.”
    “Is it?” He