Thug Love

Chapter 15

Ten minutes later, I finished Chres' two braids.  As I greased his scalp, I asked him, "Have you ever thought about cutting your hair?"

"Yeah, when my mom first passed, I was cut it because she was the only one who braided it for me.  I didn't cut it because Liyah learned to braid and now I have you so there is no reason for me to cut it."  He smiled and showed his perfect set of thirty-two's and his dimples.

"I love your smile," Bahja stated.

"Why?"

"Because, you have the perfect set of teeth and your dimples just set it off.  It's almost perfect."  She laughed.

"You're so corny kid.  Who says that?"

Bahja mushed him, "Shut up!"

"Aye, unless you want me to tickle your ass again, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself."

I threw her hands up in defense, "Nope, you win; I'm not hitting you anymore." We both shared a laugh.

"I thought you would see it my way," Chres joked.

"Hey, let's practice saving water." Bahja suggested.

"Whatever floats your boat ma, just don't try anything."

"What? How you gonna say whatever floats my boat and then say don't try nothing?  Hm, you are something else," she said in her best Kevin Hart voice.

Chres busted out laughing, "You're stupid kid.  Let's go because you know you're gonna take forever to get dressed."

"Shut up." They headed to the shower together.  Fifteen minutes later, they jumped out the shower.  It was ten of ten, Vlive was ladies free before eleven.

As Chres was digging in his closet for something to wear, I noticed something glistening.  She recognized it as a hidden door.

"Bae," I called.

"Yeah, ma?" he answered, his back still facing me.

"What's the door for?"

He looked down and noticed that she was talking about his emergency door. "Emergency exit."

"Where does it lead too?" Bahja asked being curious.

"It leads to a room that has televisions that show the areas of the house with cameras.  Inside, there is another door which leads to the garage ceiling.  You can move a certain tile and drop to the floor for a clean escape."

"Hm." Bahja nodded.

"Incase anything happens, that's your way out. There are emergency drugs, money, guns, and spare car keys.  Ever notice that I don't lock the bedroom door?"

She nodded, she always wondered why he didn't.

"That's because when you do, the projection screen drops and shows all the views of the house with cameras.  The bedroom door is bulletproof but that doesn't mean it can't be knocked down.  But remember that, just in case.  You never know, everyone accumulates at least one hater a day." he chuckled. 

"Understood." I replied.

A half an hour later, they were all in the living room looking fresh.  Bahja was dressed in a black thigh high, strapless Versace dress.  She loved it, especially because it made her already plump ass look even better. Her C-cup breast was on display. Chres actually took a good look at Bahja in her dress and instantly wanted to rip it off her, bend her over the couch and fuck her right there.  He had to contain himself and get his 'little guy' under control.

Chres wore a crisp pair of True Religion jeans, a fresh white V-neck shirt with a True Religion button up over it.  On his feet was the Olympic Jordan 7's; fresh and thuggish.  He threw on his Fendi shades just to offset the outfit. Boog also wore True Religion jeans, with a black V-neck with the black and gold Jordan 7's from the Olympic gold package. 

Although he was locked up, the last year of his bid, I made sure to stock up on all the up-to-date gear. As we got outside to jump in the car, Money stopped Chres and asked if he could take the Beemer.

"You know Ms. Show Off is taking her Lexus."

"And you know this man."  I did my lame Chris Tucker impersonation.

"Yeah, man, go ahead but be careful." Chres said.

"No doubt, good lookin' broyo."

Chres jumped in the passenger's side of the Lex while I jumped in the driver's seat. "Aye ma tonight is your night.  Forget all the drama and bullshit, and enjoy yourself."

She smiled, "Yeah, yeah I got you Chresantos."

"Oh and another thing, you better stay within eye sight of me."

I frowned, "For why?"

"With that short ass dress on, I'll end up killing a muthafucka.  I'm tryna enjoy myself with you, but I'll fuck a nigga up if I have too."

I laughed, "They can holla all they want, I know who I'm going home with at the end of the night. Right daddy?"