When A Thug Loves A Woman by Charmanie Saquea Read Free Book Online

grown ass men acting like they were in elementary school, whining and complaining about each other and shit. I just couldn't understand why Canaan didn't like Kendal. My brother was cool and easy to get along with, so if he didn't like somebody, there was always a perfectly good reason behind it. Only this time, he refused to tell me what that reason was.
    “Alright, man, sit the fuck down and chill out before you get bust a blood vessel or some shit,” I told him. “Anyway, back to you, Angela.”
    “Everything besides that one little issue looks good. All your other legit businesses are flourishing and helping to clean up the dirty money. Those numbers look excellent,” Angela explained.
    “That's the shit I like to hear,” I nodded my head.
    “That's it then, I'm done here,” she said as she started packing up her stuff to leave.
    As she was doing so, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to find a text message from China's simple ass.
    China : I miss you
    I shook my head at her worrisome ass. It was always some shit with her, but I knew how to put her ass in check. Whenever she started acting up, I just had to hit her with some dick and a couple of dollars and that would have her walking like a soldier for a while. Whatever I had to do to make my life more peaceful, that's what I was going to do.
    Me : you miss me or you miss my dick?
    After texting her back, I put my phone back in my pocket and got up to walk Angela to the door. As soon as we got to the door, she turned towards me.
    “I miss you, Casino,” Angela said as she ran her hand over my dick.
    What the fuck is in the air today? I thought I licked my lips. “Shit, I can't tell. You was the one who stopped letting a nigga slide through,” I told her.
    “Casino, you tried to kill Justin.”
    I slightly laughed at the memory of me beating her husband’s ass when he called himself trying to confront me about fucking his wife. I've never been the messy type of nigga. The way I feel is ain't nobody gotta know we fucking but us. So when he first stepped to me, I acted as if I didn't know what he was talking about. Then he started saying all what he was going to do if he found out otherwise so I beat his ass, putting him in the hospital.
    “Oh yea,” I laughed.
    “That's not funny.” Angela rolled her eyes. “So am I going to see you later?” she asked.
    “Maybe, we'll see.”
    “You ain't talking about shit,” she said as she turned and opened the door.
    I couldn't help but to bite my lip at the way her ass was sitting in that tight ass skirt she had on. Not being able to resist, I slapped it and watched it jiggle. Angela just gave me a devilish smile as she continued on her way. After I made sure she got in her car, I headed back to see what my brother was talking about. When I walked in the room, he was looking at me funny.
    “Why the look, Can Man?” I questioned.
    “Nigga, you something else. You fucking her, too, huh?” he asked, giving me a knowing look.
    “Nah,” I said as I took his blunt he was smoking. “Not lately.” I smiled before taking a toke.
    “Well, I can't say shit. You learned from the best,” Canaan bragged.
    “Yea, my daddy, nigga. Fuck outta here,” I laughed as I exhaled the smoke from my lungs.
    “Fuck you, too, then, little nigga,” he laughed with me. “On some real shit, though, Casino, you need to watch your back around that nigga you think is your friend. His smile don't match his handshake,” Canaan preached.
    “I got you, Canaan. Trust me, I'm listening to everything you're saying. But until I feel like the nigga can't be trusted, I'm going to continue to run things how I see fit. If and when I do get that feeling, he's all yours,” I assured him.
    “Alright, boss man,” he said, trying to be funny.
    “So what's up with this club shit? You still wanna do that?” I changed subjects.
    “Yea, I been looking at buildings and shit. I'm all for it.”
    “Well, just let me know, nigga. You