Thug's Passion {BOOK ONE}

Chapter Nine.

This chapter is filled with some sadness, so grab your tissues :'(. 

Enjoy.

CHAPTER NINE:

   It’s been four weeks. I’m five months pregnant. Things have kind of changed between Nick and I. The only times we interact is about the babies, or his work. Not myself, anymore. We don’t even have sex, even though you’re not supposed to go ‘sex-crazy’ when you’re pregnant, that doesn’t mean you don’t get horny. As the days go by, I grow closer to my two bundle of joy in my womb—barely their father. My thoughts were interrupted by Bahja.

“Hello? Earth to Maya!” Bahja exclaimed. I snapped my head in her direction. “What?”

“When are y’all gonna buy some more groceries?” Bahja snarled. “I don’t know, you know Nick is always gone on his job,” I sighed. “Hmm, I guess we can buy some today,” she insisted. “You know you got to nourish my lil two in there.” I nodded. “You know, being pregnant, I seem to get emotional more,” I lowly said. “Oh fuck, not this again,” Bahja groaned. I looked down, drowning myself in my own tears. “I can’t help it, I miss him,” I sobbed. Bahja chuckled. “It’s okay,” she giggled. “It’s not funny! I hate being pregnant,” I wiped my tears. I looked down at my stomach, observing my daughter and son playing kickball in my stomach. I pulled my shirt up, revealing my basketball looking stomach. “You’ve upset them Maya!”

“They don’t like to see their mommy mad,” I smiled. Bahja smiled. “Let’s go buy some groceries mommy-to-be,” she helped me up. I put my shoes on, grabbed my purse, and slid my jacket on. Bahja slid her jacket on, and grabbed her keys. We walked out the house, locking the door behind us. We got in the car, and Bahja started the car up. Then my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered. “This is Maya, right?” a feminine voice asked. “Yeah,” I replied. “Who is this?” The female chuckled over the phone. “Don’t worry about that, just know, while you over there all lonely and shit, your ‘man’ in my bed,” she hung up. “What the fuck!” I yelled. “What is it?” Bahja worried, pulling up in the parking lot. “Some unknown ass bitch just called my phone on some bullshit!” I exclaimed. Bahja took my phone, and traced the number. She called the number, and put it on speaker. After a few rings, the same female answered.

“Hello?” the girl answered. “Uh, who the fuck are you playing on my sister’s phone?” Bahja yelled. The girl laughed. “Can’t get mad at me because Nicholas like my pussy better than hers!” she exclaimed. “What the fuck is your name bitch?” Bahja was fuming. “Vicki, why?” she snarled. “Enough said,” Bahja hung up. She traced the address, and cranked up her car. “Yeah, we’ll grocery shop later.”

She drove to the address on the GPS as fast as she could. I had to grip onto my seat belt. She parked, and looked at me. “Don’t get out the car,” she firmly said. I nodded, waving her off. She strapped her glock on her, and got out the car. She ran up on the porch, and kicked the door down. From the window’s perspective, she was beating the living shit out of a caramel-skinned, blonde haired girl. She resembled Tyga’s girlfriend, ‘Blac Chyna’ a lot. She had the name, ‘Vicki’ tattooed on her back. That was her, and she thinks she has anything on me? PSs. I see Bahja pull her gun out, and shot her in the leg twice. I honked the horn, and Bahja ran out the house fast, and jumped in the car. She pulled off fast, as if she robbed a bank.

“What the hell you do in there?” I laughed. “Something you should have, that bitch big as fuck,” she complained. I laughed, smacking my knee. She shook her head, and drove back to the grocery store. We heard police sirens, but we acted as if we didn’t have the slightest clue what just went down. In the matter of two hours, we had two-hundred dollars’ worth of groceries, and took the load to Nick and I’s house. When we got all of the groceries put up, we both flopped on the couch.