Justify My Thug (2 page)

The whole situation is a bitch slap in the face to me. Why? Because it appears that I had a hand in it but I didn't. But wait a minute. Now that I think about it, that shit may have been brewing at my record label's anniversary party. Hell yeah. I had Kyron escort my artist Lil' E to the event. I didn't want to do it but I did. The first time she saw him she started drooling at the mouth, so I made it happen. Especially since she kept sweatin' me about him. I told her she couldn't handle Kyron, but she didn't want to listen. Her snow white ass is no doubt a nigga lover.

I had the event at this major spot, Cipriani's on 42nd street, New York. When we do it, we do it big. Just call me the black Donald Trump. Niggas ain't used to doing things of this caliber. Shit, show me a man with money as long as mine and I'll buy his out. Tonight was about making a statement and as soon as niggas stepped through the door, that statement was made.

I had my girls Tasha and Trina with me and since there had been so much drama going on, it was good to see Tasha smiling again. From time to time I had noticed Kyron checking Tasha out but I ain't sweat it, plus Lil' E wasn't letting that nigga out her sight.

Fuck all the bullshit, let me tell y'all how it really went down. My brother wanted me to escort his artist Lil' E to the label's anniversary party. He told me that she wanted to meet me. I was like, meet me? A white bitch of her caliber can only suck my dick. Her money wasn't long enough for me. So I wasn't trying to hear that shit, I was too busy chasing behind Shorty. So when Kendrick told me that Shorty and her sister would be at the party, I said, “Bet I can kill two birds with one stone,” especially since me and Shorty had to sneak around anyways. So fuck it, I got dressed and went and picked up Lil' E.

I pulled up to her condo around nine and had to admit that she was official for a white chick. She had ass, hips and lips. The ass and hips she had squeezed into some little black dress and her tiny pedicured toes were sitting in a pair of fuck-me stilettos. I was feelin' her outfit. We smoked a blunt and made no conversation as we rode in back of the limo to the spot.

We pulled up on 42nd and I was like damn, “Lil' Bro doin' it up.” When I stepped inside the Italian Renaissance my thoughts immediately drifted to the dons. I had some work to do for them that I needed to get ready within the next couple of days.

Lil' E squeezed my hand, bringing me back to the here and now. I scanned the room and saw that everybody who was anybody was up in here. When I finally spotted my brother he was standing on the red carpet and surrounded by flashing lights and the press. He had on a white Saratoria Domenico Caraceni white suit with a Cuban cigar dangling from his mouth. The media was eatin' that shit up. And here this nigga made everyone else wear black and he had on white.

“Hey brother in law,” Angel said as she came over and gave me a hug. “Look at you Miss Lily. Girl, you better watch him.”

“Oh I plan to.” Lil' E responded and then I watched as the two of them exchanged some phony air kisses and E went to the bathroom.

“You must going to be lookin' up.”

“Yeah, I'ma be lookin' up and using no hands.”

“Well damn. It's like that?” Angel interrupted.

“Girl, let me go to the ladies room before I get myself in trouble.”

I laughed and as soon as she stepped off I said to Angel, “You lookin' good tonight. Does my brother know how lucky he was that he saw you first?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means.”

“No, I don't. Why don't you explain yourself?”

I was getting ready to but then I saw
her
. Tasha came through the door, looking good enough to eat, hanging on the arm of some nigga. When I saw some of the press move towards them it dawned on me that dude was one of the artists on Kaylin's label.

“Damn, my brother pimpin' everybody out tonight. What's up with that?”

“Kaylin pimps everybody out every night and every day,” Angel said. “He's not going to be satisfied until he owns New York. I just hope that he doesn't kill himself in the process. The nigga is going crazy with it.”

“Damn it's like that?”

“I'm his attorney and his wife. Trust me when I say, yes, it is like that.”

Just then my brother motioned for his wife to come over to where he was.

“Excuse me Kaylin, God is calling me,” Angel said and walked off.

Shorty had my undivided attention. She was wearing the shit out of this long black Tom Ford dress that I bought her. Her abs, arms and back were out. Her breasts were damn near exposed. Son had his hand resting on her ass as they posed for the camera. My dick tried to get hard as I fantasized about me sucking on her nipples until she came and then yanking the dress up over that phat ass and hittin' it doggy style … raw dog.

Lil' E eased up next to me and slid her hand into mine. “That's Explozive,” she told me, apparently she thought I was looking at the rap nigga, but she had me fucked up. I was looking at Shorty and was wondering why Kay sent her with this fuckin' clown. I shrugged it off because E was pulling me towards the ballroom. When we stepped into the VIP area all I could say was, “Damn, I need to be robbin' all of these niggas up in here.”

I recognized DJ Khalid's voice before I saw him. Niggas were on the dance floor and they had waiters passing out drinks. My brother had officially brought the hood to the burbs. Lil' E grabbed us both a drink and we went to our table and sat down. I took a sip and immediately started looking around for Tasha. I swear I couldn't get her off of my mind, even with E's hand resting on my thigh.

I leaned over to whisper in Lil' Mama's ear and my brother came walking over and was trailed by two bodyguards. He grabbed a seat next to me and his security guards stood behind us. He began to fill me in on tonight's agenda and then that's when Shorty and that rapper muthafucka came walking towards the table. He was all over Shorty as if he owned her.

Explozive came over to Kaylin and started running his mouth,
but like me, my brother didn't hear shit. All we saw was this niggas hands all over Tasha.

“Muthafucka, you must be tired of livin',” Kaylin gritted.

“What? What I do?” Explozive slurred.

“I told you who you had on your arm and I told you how to act.”

“C'mon boss man. I'm just a squirrel trying to bust a nut.” Explosive smiled through a platinum grill as he held Tasha even tighter, obviously forgetting all about the instructions. “That's what escorts are for, right?” Explozive was drunk as shit.

“Tasha, come over her and sit next to Kyron,” Kaylin ordered.

As she tried to walk away, Explozive grabbed her around the waist.

“Tone, get this nigga,” my brother said as if he was reading my mind.

His bodyguard grabbed drunken-ass Explozive and put him in a chokehold. We watched as a stunned Explozive looked over at our table and started pleading his case.

“C'mon, Boss man. I thought we was here to have a good time?”

“Nigga, I told you that she was family and that she was only eye candy for tonight. You said you understood. But obviously you didn't. Either that or you just didn't give a fuck. So I'll see you when I see you.”

I couldn't see the look on Tasha's face and I couldn't help but smile. It was saying, “Damn, Kaylin it was only an ass rub! You just fucked up my paper. That nigga had my purse a couple of Gs richer. I was planning on rapping his pockets and sending him home with a hard dick and a wet dream. Then to add injury to insult you going to sit me down like a child next to
the nigga who has been giving me fever and this little white girl that apparently was planning on having him in her mouth before the night was over.”

She shot us a few daggers as she plopped down in the seat next to me. But lady luck was in the muthafuckin' house. Kay sent Lil' E to sign some autographs and then when Slim and Baby of Cash Money came over he got up and they walked away.

“What's so funny?” Tasha asked me with a slight attitude. “And why is Kaylin trippin'? I'm grown.”

I wasted no time moving closer to her, not caring about my brother or anyone else. “You wear my money well,” I said referring to her dress that was showing off her beautiful legs. I couldn't help but think if I had my way, right now I would be bending her over one of these chairs and she would be yelling out my name.

I sat there looking at Shorty. “Damn, you look good enough to eat,” I told her as I continued to take her all in.

“You look good … enough,” she teased.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me, “Let's get out of here.”

“And go where? I thought you are here to assist your brother. As a matter of fact, why aren't you entertaining your little snow bunny?”

“Because I would rather entertain you.”

“Whatever. You don't want to entertain me because you too scared of your little brother.”

I chuckled, “Shorty, you be talking a lot of shit.”

“And I can do that. Why? Because I can
back
up every word.”

“Well, I got something for you to back up into.”

Tasha looked at me and smiled. I could see her cheeks getting
a little flush. I was getting ready to make my next move when Lil' E emerged from signing autographs. “You ready Kyron? I have something I
want to show
you.”

I looked up at lil' Mama, then back at Shorty, and for the first time a brotha was stuck. I was grateful for Angel, who came rushing over to where we were.

“Tasha, come here Kaylin wants you to be in these pictures. We gonna be on the cover of Black Enterprise.”

As she pulled Tasha to her feet she looked back at me and said, “I hope you save some.” I looked at Angel to see if she had heard what Shorty had just said. Shorty had just raised the stakes to our dangerous game. Angel didn't appear to have heard her because she yanked Tasha away from me.

“Save some of what?” Lil' E asked playfully.

I stood up and took lil' Mama by the hand, “Don't even worry about it. Come show me that no hands thing.” Sheeit chasing Shorty had me all worked up. I was now good and ready to get a nut off my back.

She looked at me with a big ass Kool-Aid smile and said, “Follow me. I found the perfect spot.”

When I emerged from a small room in the back I could see the party was getting livelier by the minute. I looked down at lil' Mama who was apparently disappointed that she couldn't get me to slide up in that, but shit I can only give a bitch of her caliber what she asks for and nothing more. My philosophy is, when a bitch tells you she wants to suck your dick you let her, and then you make her pay for the rest. Plus, the only pussy I was trying to slide up into was Shorty's.

I scanned the room and saw that a small line of cats wanting to holla at my brother was beginning to form, then I found
Tasha talking to Angel at the bar. I quickly dismissed lil' Mama and headed over to where they were. Fate had to be on my side because just as I approached them, one of the staff members came over to Angel and needed her assistance giving me another opportunity to snatch up Shorty.

I slid up behind her, positioning myself up against her soft ass and whispered in her ear, “I saved the best part for you.”

She quickly turned around and we were face-to-face and I wasn't backing down. “What are you doing?” She tried to look around me to see if anybody was watching us.

“What? You scared of my little brother?” I said with a smirk on my face.

“No … like I said, ‘I'm a grown ass woman.' I can do whatever and whoever I want.” She answered me as she looked me up and down. “I was just making sure your little girlfriend didn't catch you all up in my face. I don't want to have to fuck her up.”

“Aiight then, since you so grown, you can leave with me right now.”

“And go where?”

“Don't worry about it.” On instinct my hand went to her nipple. And since lil' Mama had just taken care of the foreplay, I was ready for the main course.

“Nigga, we ain't fuckin', I already told you that.”

“You said we can play. I'm ready to play.” She gently grabbed my hand to move it from her nipple. I held on to it and took it down to my dick. When she squeezed it I knew I had her.

“You ain't ready to play,” she told me as her fingers glided across the head. “I'm disappointed, you ain't even hard.”

“Look in the dictionary under play and my picture is right
there. I just need you to fill in the definition on what you consider as
play
.”

She smiled and squeezed my dick again. “I already told you my definition. A nigga who eats and swallows everything on the menu. That's it, that's all. No strings attached.”

“And I already told you. I can handle that. The dick ain't got to be hard to eat and swallow.”

“It's the principle, Kyron, you not being rock hard tells me that I ain't doing my job.”

“Trust me. You doin' your job. A nigga just has a little more control than what you used to.”

She smiled at me. “Let's go then.”

Me and Shorty headed for the nearest exit.

I remember wondering why both of them niggas were ghost for the rest of the evening. Now I know.

And even though Trae never said it, I know that in the back of his mind he thinks that I know. But what's in the back of mine is my wife
had
to know about this shit. She and Tasha go back to Reeboks, shit they like Oprah and Gail. Ain't no way in hell Angel didn't know anything.

When Trae came to my house and told me what was going on it was like a hand grenade being tossed in my lap. When he told me that Tasha was pregnant and didn't know if the baby was his or Kyron's …
BOOM!
… that grenade exploded in my face.