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

come get me? ” Italy asked sounding like she was crying.
    “Right now mama?” I really didn’t feel like moving.
    “Please? I really need you.” I could hear in her voice that she was upset.
    ” Deuce, who is that?”
    “ Man, fall back Candi.”
    “What's wrong bae?” I said trying to stop Venice from tripping before she started.
    “Thought you had to work?” she yelled in my ear.
    “I do , what's up”
    “Nothing ,” Venice whined.
    “Man stop acting jealous! Where you at?”
    “Jealous !”  she yelled and then ended the call.
    “ Man Candi, you play too much! Move,” I said and walked out the door. I could hear her calling my name behind me, but I was so pissed I hopped in my truck and sped off.
    I pull ed up in front of Italy’s house, lay back in my seat, and then dialed her number.
    “Hello .”
    Can I speak to Ven?”
    “She just left with her boyfriend?”
    “Oh for real? Tell her D called.”
    Her boyfriend ; I mouthed.
    I ended the call and pulled off . I was pissed that she would call me and bounce. I thought about going back and fuck Candi, but a call from Jay changed that.
    “ Yo bro, I got a solution to all yo’ problems.”
    “Say word, you about to body Candi?”
    “Nigga what? Nah I was talking ‘bout making some cash real fast! Meet me at my pops trap,” Jay said and I was really in my feelings not feeling like doing shit, but Money is King, so of course I headed towards the spot.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Italy
    Chapter 8
                  Deuce really meant the world to me. That was the only reason I allowed him to continue to make a fool of me. I knew he didn't love me. After we would have sex, he would vanish for days until he got his next hard.
    That didn't change the fact that I was in love with him. I prayed that I was wrong . I prayed that when I called him he would rush to me, but instead he was with the next chick. I let my mind drift, wondering if she lied in his bed, or if he was in hers. Did he give her money, or did she ride in his car, hell did he tell her the same lies he told me?
    “You ready little momma,” the deep voice said.
    Foolishly thinking about Deuce, I had forgot the reason I called him. Big Dre stood before me and his eyes were full of lust.  Big Dre was my mother’s dealer and also a trap star in our hood. He ran three traps and kept the other crews on their toes.
    It was easy to tell what he was thinking from the way he licked his lips and rubbed his hands together. I called Deuce hoping that he would meet me at Em’s so I wouldn’t have to go through what my mother had planned for me.
    I stood up , dusted my butt off, and walked out to big Dre’s car. He drove a big ass suburban and I remembered thinking that he was only like 5’9 so what the hell he needed such a big truck for.
    We got in the car , he pulled off, and placedhis hand on my leg. His fingers crept up my thigh and I felt a chill up my spine, but not in a good way. I watched his hand intensely wishing that it would catch fire and fall the hell off me.
                  We pulled into a driveway and my body shook. I didn't know what was expected of me, but whatever it was Lord I knew it wouldn’t be good. He walked inside and I slowly followed. My heart felt like all the blood was being drained from me. My body moved like thick Syrup.
     
    Deuce
    I sat in the front seat of my truck with Jay; listing to his quick rundown on what he planned on doing.
    “It’s like this . Big Dre supposed to be running my pop’s houses until he came home, but the nigga not paying the connect. Now he went and found a new connect, and left my pops with a fuckin debt of a hundred stacks. Not that my pops don’t got the cash, but I just hate that this nigga eating off my pops shit. Niggas feel like out of sight out of mind, but I’m ‘bout to show this nigga I’m not the one,” Jay said as he talked with his hands like they were action