TYCE 5 by Shareef Jaudon Read Free Book Online

could’ve been killed today. I know you can take care of yourself, but on this new me and shit we got goin’ on, I’m gonna need you to let me take care of you. You gotta listen sometimes. What’s the point of having a man if you’re out there doin’ man shit?”
    Dallas took a deep breath as she digested my words. I could tell she was still upset , but she was beginning to calm down.
    “I understand what you’re sayin’. Sometimes I jus’ go off impulse and emotions and that’s not always the right route to take. I’m still learning how to let a man take the lead. What can I say? I’m a work in progress.” She touched my stomach.
    I angled her chin toward my face and kissed the perfectly placed mo le located on the right above her top lip. She exhaled through her nose and returned my kiss with her own passionate rendition. After the brief foreplay, she looked into my eyes.
    “I’ll stay out of it, but I want that nigga dead by the end of the week.” She poked my chin lightly.
    “No problem.” I winked at her assuredly.

~Stress
     
    I had to talk to somebody about that shit. I felt like I wanted to bust out in tears and punch a fucking wall at the same time. My emotions were all over the place. So, I decided to invite Ranae over for a vent session.
    I found her flipping through the channels on my 60 inch flat screen with her cell phone on her lap. She pressed the power button on the remote when I walked into the front room.
    “So what did it say?” Her eyebrows lifted with curiosity.
    I rolled my eyes. “I’m fuckin’ pregnant.”
    I could see the sympathy in her eyes as she looked up at me. She knew that was bad news for me. I was not happy about this situation and she understood why.
    “ Who’s baby is it?” Ranae touched her oversized silver earrings.
    “Thad’s.” I said quietly.
    Even saying it a loud sounded all wrong.
    “I thought you were on birth control after you had Khari.”
    “I was, but honestly I have been so high these past few months that I probably missed a pill or two. What am I gonna do?” I nibbled on my finger nail.
    Ranae closed her eyes. “I don’t know, but I’ll help you figure it out.”
    I looked at her seriously. “You gotta promise not to tell Sway. I mean it, because if you tell him then he’ll tell Tyce and I don’t want that shit to happen.”
    “I promise.” Ranae walked over and hugged me.

~Never Easy
     
    Normally after a person survives a near death experience they get all religious and shit. Or they start to reflect on their life and do things differently than they did before. I didn’t have time for any of that shit. So what I got shot. It happens. It would be hard for me to count how many niggas I’ve shot. What I look like getting all soft and sanctified when karma pays me a little visit?
    I didn’t have any delusions about my chosen profession , or my life. I wouldn’t call myself a hustler. I didn’t consider myself a gangster, or a so-called boss. I was just me…Tyce Adkins. I did what I had to do so I could do the things that I wanted to do. I had to run away from that boys home when I was 15 so I could be free. I had to start slanging shoes from the mall so I could feed myself. And now, I had to murder Roman so I could sleep at night. That was my life. I took care of my business for a living and business was booming these days. Of course the holice came in my hospital room to ask me a few questions, but I preferred to handle my own investigation, so I didn’t tell them shit.
    I did have one thing that bothered me. One thing that stained my heart. In rare moments of solitude, I found myself mad at the fact that my daughter would grow up without her mother and father in the same house. I knew I didn’t have to be with Angelique to be a father to Khari but shit, that’s the way it was supposed to be. Angelique and I had beef between us that could never be forgotten. How the hell could I wife a woman up who cheated on me with a