Free A Thug's Wife (Full Length Novel) by Shan

stomach was flat and hard and- Damn. Quasym licked his lips as he eyed the print of her fat pussy. I gotta get the fuck out of here before this bitch get me in some trouble I don’t want.
    Quickly, he left out of her apartment and headed towards his car. Temptation had almost gotten the best of him, and he had to be more careful. Tianna wasn’t the only one that had tempted him. Ever since word gotten out that he’d taken Dan-D’s spot, bitches had been coming at him in flocks. The shit was hard as hell to resist, but he had all he’d wanted at home. “I hadn’t seen Quita in months and I came to talk to that bitch Tianna about the shit she pulled at the wedding, Babe. Everything is good. What are you doing?”
    “I’m standing in the parking lot at the salon waiting on somebody to come fix my window.”
    “Wait, what?” Quasym asked as he jumped in his car.
    “Who the f uck is, Hova? That nigga broke my window talking about he needs to talk to you within in twenty four hours or else shit is gonna get ugly. Who is that nigga?”
    “What the fuck you mean he broke your window? Are you okay? Did he touch you?”
    “He pushed me a little bit, but I’m fine. Damn, Sym I try to stay out your business, but what the hell is going on? First you get sho-the shit that happened to you the last time and now this nigga coming up to Yessenia’s job and shit.
    Breaking windows on the car you just bought. I ain’t never seen this fuck nigga a day in my life. How does he even know where to find me and what the fuck does he know about me to even come to me like that?”
    Quasym massaged his temple as Zaria told him everything that had taken place. He hadn ’t even been doing this shit long, and niggas was already after his wife. He didn’t like that shit at all. He could feel his pulse violently thumping against his neck as anger built up within him. Niggas loved to go after your lady when they felt they couldn’t get to you.
    It was the coward way of doing things, but Quasym should have expected it. He should have been ready, and he scolded himself for not being on his toes. Instead of buying Zaria the car, he should have been putting her up in a new house, a house that was away from the bullshit.
                  “The nigga said his name was Hova?” Quasym questioned as he settled in the car.
      “Yes Hova. You know him?”
      “So, you a’ight? That nigga didn’t hurt you or anything like that, right?”
    “I’m fine Sym, just a littl e shaken up is all. When are you gonna be home? I really don’t wanna be alone knowing this crazy ass nigga is out here following me.” Zaria looked around as she paced the parking lot. She had been waiting for over an hour for the glass company to come and replace the broken window that Hova caused.
    “Just go chill at your mom’s or either go to Yessenia’s. I need to take care of this little situation and then I will be there later.”
    Zaria sucked her teeth, “Okay.”
    “Baby, did you at least like the car?”
    That instantly got a smile out of Zaria. Although, she had only had the car for a total of ten minutes before it was damaged, she loved the car. She still couldn’t wait to put it on the streets. Now that she thought about it, going to see her mama was not a bad idea at all. She could show off her new whip in the process.
    “Yes, I love the car. Thank you baby! And the tickets to Jamaica-I can’t wait.”
    “Me either. I’ll talk with you later, okay?”
    “Okay. I love you, Sym. Be careful.”
    “Love you too.”
    “Damn nigga, y ou said you were gonna be gone ten minutes. What the hell were you doing up there?” Devon asked. “Mo called and said the trap been rolling nonstop and that they short.”
    “ Damn already? A’ight, I gotta handle this situation first. Zaria just called and said this nigga Hova broke the window on the car I just fucking bought talking about he needs to holla at me within twenty four hours or else.”
    “What