Free She Fell in love with a Thug: Deuce & Italy by Anjela Day

rolled her eyes and leaned over the seat, damn near on my lap.
    “You still love me Deuce?” I’m not gon’ lie I wanted to say yeah, but I paused and kissed her face.
    “Why you think my answer gone change ?” I lifted up and went in my pocket and handed her the $500 I was gon’ give her for an abortion. “Look ma this 5 I’ll bring you some more when I get off work. I just need to hit the block. You gon’ call me?” I asked her with my eyebrow arched. 
    “You still want me to ?”
    “Man IT kill that. I said call me. Just wait till after ten. I will be off work.” I pecked her cheek and watched her get out the car and walk to the door, before I sped off. Truth was, I really didn't know what the fuck I was gon’ do. I wished I could talk to my pops, but that nigga would body me if he even thought I fucked up like this.
                  I drove over my nigga Jay’s house. Nigga was more like my brother than my friend. I knew if it was anyone that would help me figure this shit out it would be my nigga.
    “ Yo’ my nigga this you?” he said hopping in to my ride.
    “Yeah you know how my pops get. Money to burn.”
    “So , what up my nigga? I know that you didn't come to tell me about yo’ pops?” He took the blunt from my fingers and smirked.
    “Man , she pregnant!”
    “Who nigga?” Jay asked making me feel like I fucked a million hoes.
    “Venice .”
    “Nigga , say word, you fucked the hoe raw?”
    “Man yeah-yeah, fucked up thing I was gon’ tell her to get an abortion, but I think I like her.”
    “Nigga yo’ pops gon’ kill you! On top of that yo’ moms gone merk you. I would give the bitch the money to kill it.”
    “Nigga , but I like her. If I do that she may never talk to me again.”
    “I know you and right now you sounding like a pussy. How you know it’s yours? Yo’ nigga, I see her in school and all the niggas be on her.”
    “Nigga its mine ,” I sighed and slouched down in my seat. I looked over at my phone and ignored the call.
    “ Nigga that’s her?”
    “ Naw she cool, she don't call me like that, that’s Candi and she call me all fuckin’ day”
    “ You talking ‘bout big booty Candi? You fuckin her too?”
    “Just once , maybe twice,” I told him.
    “You know that they go to the same school ?”
    “So bitch , I don't go there!” I took the blunt and took another pull before starting my car. Jay got out and I was left alone with my thoughts. I drove around the city and all I could think about was what it would be like to be someone’s dad.  I looked at my phone and called Candi. She was cool to fuck around with, but every time I saw her, she made it clear she wanted to be my woman.
    “ Yo’ ma what up?” I said soon as she answered.
    “ What’s this I hear about you kicking it with some little hood girl? So, you think you can play me and I’m gone be good?” she snapped like I was already her nigga.
    “One , watch yo’ tone! Two, who I fuck, you have nothing to do with. You not my girl, we only fucking around. With that said I’m on my way over there. Yo’ parents there?” She smacked her lips and popped her tongue.
    “No , they gone,” she said sounding like she was mad.
    “Cool , I’ll be over in 15. Have that pussy right.”
    I went over Candi’s house and laid up. She was cute and gave a good blow job but her pussy was already busted and she was only 17. She’d had two abortions that I knew of that she didn't think I knew about and always crying about being my girl.
    “So , you gone tell me the truth?” she asked like I owed her something.
    “Bout what ?” I asked her with my eyebrow arched.
    My phone started to ring and I looked down and pushed ignore.
    “ Who was that?” again she questioned me like we were a couple.
    “Look little girl , I told you don't worry ‘bout what I do!” I looked at my phone ringing again and sighed.
    “What up ?” I said looking at Candi praying she didn’t say shit.
    “Can you