In Love With a Thug✔️

Chapter 6

~ 5 months later ~

"Mamas, it's 3:30 and I'm hungry!" Malique yelled from the living room.

"I'm almost ready." I yelled back as I threw my shoes on.

I rush out the room and into the living room to find Malique texting away on his phone making me slow down.

"Who are you texting?" I casually asked as I strutted over to him.

"No one you need to worry about." he said, causing me to roll my eyes. This was the shit that started arguments and caused attitudes. He was just too secretive with his phone. Like I can't even know who he's texting?

Malique and I have been together for a little over half a year now and he's been the same with his phone from the beginning. Maybe I shouldn't even be mad, I haven't been, but the longer were together the more it bugs me that I can't simply know who he's texting. Like what do you have to hide sir?

I still have no clue what Malique does to make his money. I can't check his phone because he never leaves it anywhere. I mean I get it cause I'm the same way with my phone but there have been times where I genuinely forget my phone around him and he doesn't EVER forget his phone.

And I still haven't met any of his "friends." He claims he doesn't any but who else could he be texting on his phone when he is on it if he didn't have any friends? He hasn't met Adrianna or Peyton in person but he's heard their voices come through the phone and has seen them through the pictures that I have in my phone. I've even replaced the word "friends" with "associates" when trying to get a bit of information but he typically says that there is no one in his everyday life that was "worthy of meeting me." And I call bullshit.

"Whatever Que." I roll my eyes and walk out the door to go to the car.

"I know you're not mad because I won't tell you who I'm texting." he followed me out the house.

"No Malique, I don't care, just unlock the damn door." I demand getting slightly irritated.

Malique walked up to me and put his hands on my hips, "You will know everything soon ma, I promise." he said, bending down to kiss me on the forehead.

He unlocks the car door and we go to eat. Not caring that it was the middle of the day, we decided to go to IHop.

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Leaving the restaurant we walked to the car with his arm draped over my shoulder. Happy and full I was ready to go to MY home and take a nap.

Fully engrossed in each other as we walked, someone came up to us, preventing us from moving.

A crackhead...

Now I know I might have been a little air-heady, but I know a crackhead when I see one. The crackheads never really bothered me, I was sure it was because of the way I looked. Although I knew a bit about that street life, I didn't actually KNOW much about it. And looking at me you would probably think I knew nothing about it at all.

"Aye MD you got sum stuff for me?" the crackhead says leaving me looking up at Malique confused. What is he talking about?

"Naw get out of here man." Malique says without technically denying that he does give the crackhead what he wants every so often.

"Come on man, I know you got sum, yo shit the best on the block."

"I said get the fuck outta here you fiend! You making the block hot and this ain't even my fucking block" Malique yells back at the crackhead making me jump.

"How you gone do me like that MD." the crackhead cried and walked away.

"What was he talking about?" I ask stupidly. I knew the damn answer, but I was hoping I was wrong. Maybe he got a friend that does that and the fiend got confused? Yeah, that's what it is.