Thug's Need Love

Chapter 10

*************** ANT POV ***************

"Keshia... Keshia... Keshia...." I mumbled in her ear, and I could tell her was wasn't go wake up. Sometimes, her ass made it hard for a nigga to stay faithful. I love her and all, but she don't be wanting to give it up. That shit pisses me off a lot, but a nigga need her lil ass in his life. I laid the comforter on her body, gave her a kiss, and headed out the door. I needed some time away from her annoying ass. 

Minutes later I was in my custom-made 2014 Charger with interior leather and a shiny new orange paint. I hopped in, pressed the start, and let the ignition roar for a minute before I hit the gas. I called up my main mans Zack, a nigga I been knowing since we was little kids. Zack was a mixed boy that had been my dog for the longest, he told me that whenever I needed him, I could call on him and I told him the same. Basically like my brother from another mother. As i dialed his number on my phone I could hear him choking, trying to spit whatever words he was saying out. 

"Hell---- oo."  Zack answered the phone, and I could tell he was getting high, probably with a bunch of our niggas from our old hood. 

"Aye bro, I'm on my way over. Is Jay there?" I asked, pulling out the driveway.

I could hear him pull another inhale from the blunt and his voice got lower, "Nah, bruh he just left to go see that one bitch he been fucking with, and her name like Sonya, Sarah or Skylar?" he asked. 

All I could do was giggle to myself, after I finished all of my laughter, I finally answered his question. "Naw bro, Ion think he went over there you might be hallucinating. But anyways, have the door open for me when I get there, and a tree rolled for me. I'll be there in 10, peace."

As I made my way over to Zack crib, all i could think about was getting into some of Keisha, wet, juicy, scrumptious pussy. The things her ass make a nigga go through be over the top, but I love her man, and I cant see my life without her. Turning onto Zack's street all I could do is reminisce on all the bullshit we had been through on the 4-1 and the Ave. Just another walk down memory lane. When I got to the door, I tried to open it but it was locked, and I knew that dumb nigga Zack forgot to fucking open the door.

It didn't surprise me... I looked on top of the ledge on the porch and found the spare key that my boy had left, and opened the door to his small little condo where we stashed most of his shit. I know both him and I have been in the game for a long ass time. Ever since both of our pops met each other we basically became like brothers, and I wouldn't trade that nigga, man on some real ass shit.  When I opened the door, the sweet aroma of green trees, and purple reefa hit my nose hard. I made my way to the rooms where I know all these high ass niggas would be. It baffled my mind when I saw a few of Zack's hoes in the room, rolling up his weed... butt booty naked. I saw this one lil' red bone that had me in my zone, and then this bad Colombian chick with a nice soft face, but a powerful ass body. All these sexy ass ladies around be and I knew some shit might end up going down. 

Pulling out my lighter, I made my way into the room, and saw 4 blunts laid out on the counter top. Before putting it in my mouth, I examined it looking at it from   every angle to see if my shit was fucked up. But from the way it was looking, my shit was pearled to a top notch perfection. Inserting the joint in my mouth, I held the smoke in my mouth for a while before I exhaled it. Tonight, I wanted most of my problems to be the least of my worries. All I really wanted to focus on was some good pussy, and some good weed. My nigga Zack didn't even notice me when I first came in, I slowly made my  way over to him, giving him dap. 

"MY NIGGA ANT, WADDUP DOE CUZ!" this nigga was yelling like he hadn't seen me in years, which was probably true. The last time I saw this nigga Zack was when we was making a drop on this one nigga who name I don't even want to speak on... It was supposed to be a quick ride out, we was packed with a bunch of bullshit AK-40's and shit like that. So we was in this 2013 Impala, and this bitch wasn't mine, I was using this shit from this one bitch, Tamara, that I was fucking with at the time. I told her I wouldn't wreck her shit cause she would've probably totaled all the shit that she knew I had, and suied my ass. We all knew that my ass ain't need to go to jail at this time, ya nigga was the K.I.N.G. in the streets.  Anyways, we made our way over to West Chicago, and Fifth Ave. where this bitch nigga was at. This nigga more than likely owed me over 13 grand, and I told him that I would get with him. Today, I was gone lay that nigga in his death bed. I couldn't believe I was on this side of town, knowing that all these project niggas had been watching me ever since my come up. Either way, I wasn't here to discuss personal shit, this was all about business. At the time I was with Zack, some of his niggas from the east side and my hit man,  Kash. 

After dialing this nigga, and he didn't answer, I knew something had to be up... But that wasn't go stop me from doing me. I wanted the shit that I deserved, my fucking respect, and payback. With my load of niggas, we made our way to where I knew this nigga was at, condo 15A, where he stashed all of his shit, made all of his calls, and fucked all his hoes. I wasn't having it today, I knew in that very moment, that I was about to start a fucking riot, or maybe even a fucking war.

My hit man, Kash banged on the door and stood in front of the door as the body guard, and I could hear one of his minions, or hoes, come to the door. She looked into the peephole, and answered the door with nothing but a robe on. One of Zack's niggas was the first to make a remark, this one dude names Aaron, "Aye lil bitch bring yo nigga out here tell him he got a lil company, and go put some damn clothes on you little slut."

She rolled her eyes,  smacked her lips, and slammed the door in our faces. Next thing we all know, we hear loud screaming and yelling, then the door swung open and I clocked back my gun, almost putting a bullet through both of they heads. The bitch has on some joggers and a bra, while the nigga came to the door with some sweats on. I could tell by the look on his face he was surprised to see me.

To make a long story short, my hit man took that bum nigga and his bitch to the back room, got the stash of money, and we all dipped. But, when we made our way downstairs, these dumb niggas that I had with me still had they poppers out. Front desk called the police and we all made a run for it. I'd never seen any of the niggas that I was with that day until now, in this very moment...