Tampering With A Thug's Heart 2

Coco Shawnde

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• Urban Books

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• Publié par: Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
• Date de parution: 03 mars 2018
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781648543562
• Langue: English

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Contents



Previously in Part 1…

1. Israel

2. Tiphani

3. Jah’Bori

4. Israel

5. A’Blesson

6. Tiphani

7. Trev’A

8. Israel

9. KayLoni

10. Na’Esha

11. Jah’Bori

12. Tiphani

13. A’Blesson

14. Na’Esha

15. A’Blesson

16. Tiphani

17. KayLoni

18. Trev’A

19. KayLoni

20. Tiphani


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Previously in Part 1…
Jah’Bori

T rev’A’s ass was having fun getting dick and then dipping. For the first time, I got a taste of what it felt like to be treated how I do these hoes. Even still, I found myself calling her to bring the pussy to a nigga. I wasn’t forcing a relationship down her throat because I knew why she was keeping me this far away. She was scared to get wrapped up in a nigga’s lifestyle, and she was fresh out a marriage.
Everything about me pushed her away, but in the same sense, it intrigued her. I couldn’t help that she got hooked on a nigga. Hey, I was just that nigga out here. Me never showing my hand, she simply thought I was solely accepting the pussy she was dishing out. Little did she know, I was letting her set herself up to come running into a nigga’s arms. Call me cocky, but I call it securing my pussy and training it up properly.
“Baby girl,” I called out.
“Yes, daddyyy?” this hoe answered on the side of me in the bed.
“Bitch! I ain’t yo fucking daddy! Did I drop dick off in ya momma and I didn’t know about it? Fuck no, so don’t call me that shit,” I roared.
“Dad, who are you talking to?” Jezeel asked on the other side of my line.
“My bad, daughter. Hol’ up,” I told her. I put my phone down to my side so my daughter didn’t have to hear. “Aye, bitch, take yo ass in the bathroom or closet or something. Don’t come the hell out until I call you back out.” I was pissed off that this hoe was all in my face. My temper had risen that quickly.
“Daddy, are you still there?” Jezeel quizzed.
“Sorry, baby. Daddy’s back,” I told her. “What you doing right now? What you do this weekend?”
“Babysitting my sister, but I went to see my momma’s boyfriend again,” she answered. “I told her you was going to be mad if I went to the jail again, but she spanked me…”
“What?”
Jezeel sensed the aggravation in my voice. I told that bitch too many times not to take my daughter to see that nigga behind my back.
“I’m babysitting for Mama. I put some juice in my sister’s cup and changed her diaper already,” she beamed.
The shit was so stupid that Ariel still had that damn little girl in diapers and not potty trained. She was the slowest bitch out there, and I hated my poor decision in knocking her up.
“Oh, for real? Daddy about to come see you.”
Jezeel changing the subject wasn’t overlooked. I knew she didn’t want me to get pissed off, but it was far too late.
I sounded calm on the phone, but the deranged looked plastered on my face was worse than the devil. I grabbed my keys up, leaving everything else behind in the hotel. I jumped in my ride and sped all the way to Jezeel. I kept Jezeel on the phone, talking to her. She didn’t think anything was wrong, so I kept it that way, but I was going to get my daughter. Her momma had a way of getting me hot on her ass. Jezeel was a fucking kid, and she wasn’t about to grow up fast because her momma ass ain’t want to take care of a baby she pushed out. She wasn’t about to push that fucking ugly ass baby on my daughter.
Jezeel said she was going to lay down because she was so tired. I told her to put the phone on speaker until I arrived. I could hear a baby crying in the background and shook my head at the fact that they momma was asleep and not caring what the fuck was going down in her house. I’d rather pop up than have Jezeel put her momma on the phone.
When I pulled up to the crib, I instantly went straight in the house, leaving my car running. I didn’t knock or anything, I walked straight in looking for my daughter.
“Jezeel, where you at, baby?” I called out as I searched through the messy ass house.
There were diapers, clothes, and shit just everywhere. The smell was foul as fuck. I saw the baby sitting on the stained carpet before I went into Jezeel’s room. I went to pick the little girl up but instantly dropped the nasty muthafucka back down.
“Is that shit?” I snapped. The baby had brown residue around her mouth. “What the fuck?” I checked the baby’s hands and smelled all shit.
The baby had to be hungry and was eating her own shit. That shit pissed me off, and I picked her up and took her to the bathroom. It was a shame Ariel was neglecting both those girls. It was even more fucked up that Jezeel’s little sister had special needs, and Ariel still didn’t put any effort into raising her.
“Swear to God I’m about to kill this bitch. Baby eating shit out the diaper,” I roared.
After quickly cleaning the baby up, I carried her with me. I peeped in Jezeel’s room, and that was a fucking mess. I could tell Jezeel tried to clean it up, but it didn’t do much. Jezeel’s bed was so packed with clothes that Jezeel was asleep in a clean corner of the room with a pillow and blanket.
“Baby,” I called out, shaking my daughter. “Daughter. Get up, baby.” I pulled Jezeel up and saw that she had some juice or something spilled on her dress.
I was beginning to panic because Jezeel never sleeps this hard. I knew my daughter, and that wasn’t her. Something was off. The way her head just fell down and off to the side, the shit wasn’t right.
“Daddy, I’m tired,” Jezeel cried out in a soft mumble.
“I know, but I came to get you,” I told her. I examined my daughter and saw how she looked a fucking mess. “What’s all this red shit on you? Juice?” Jezeel wasn’t a toddler. She was seven years old, and she didn’t spill juice all over her clothes like she did when she was two.
“Mommy said I had to take it because I was sick,” she mumbled.
“You not fucking sick,” I snapped.
I smelled my daughter’s breath a good three times and knew right away that her momma had drugged her ass up with cough syrup.
I laid that baby down, and went to wake Jezeel’s trifling ass momma up. When I made it to Ariel’s room, I was pissed at the fact that her room was all together. How you let every room in the house be torn up, but where you lay your head is clean? This dirty bitch had no home training.
“Wake yo ass up, Ariel,” I snapped and smacked her hard as fuck. She instantly jumped up when she saw me standing before her. “Why my daughter calling me saying you on fuck shit? If you can’t keep her together, then just give a nigga they fucking child. Fuck is you steady trying to act like you doing something for her?” I went off.
I paid for everything for Jezeel, and in her mother's eyes, it was never enough. When I asked for custody, she never granted me my rights. A nigga was so deep in the streets, and I didn’t want to be in and out the courts. She knew that and played on that shit hard. Now I had no fucking choice. I blamed myself for allowing this bitch to control me this long.
“Jah’Bori, let me the fuck go,” Ariel screamed.
“Nah, BITCH!! You got my daughter living any type of way like she comes from a trifling bloodline. You got me and my child fucked up,” I snapped as I beat her ass. “Why the fuck you giving her medicine when she not even fucking SICK?”
I beat her ass all through the room, not giving a fuck about her screams for me to stop. She knew she was dead wrong for carrying Jezeel down to the jail, so she got her ass stomped out for that shit too. All that crying and tussling did nothing for me. The more she fought back, the more I blacked out on her ass. I loved Jezeel more than life, and I’d be damned if somebody treat my sweet baby wrong. I was her father, and her momma was trying everything to take that away from me.
“Daddy, what are you doing to Mommy?” Jezeel cried at the door. “You’re hurting Mommy!” Jezeel ran to me, swinging her small fists against my back.
“Jezeel! Go,” I yelled.
“No, Daddy! You hurting Mommy! She didn’t do anything,” Jezeel cried.
From her hits, I knew she was drowsy. I let her momma go and turned her way.
“Jezeel, listen. Go get in the car,” I sternly told her.
“Jezeel, baby! Call the police! Call the police,” Ariel yelled.
“No, Daddy! You hurt Mommy. She’s bleeding,” Jezeel cried out.
She tried to go aid her momma, but I grabbed Jezeel. I stuck her outside the room and closed the door.
“JAH’BORIIIII DONNN’TTTTT!” Ariel yelled, running to the other side of the room.
I grabbed her from the side of the bed and struck her with my fist.
“Next time, you’ll think twice about disrespecting me,” I roared.
I blacked out on her ass. I lost every sense I had as I whooped her ass. I was so zoned out in the moment that when I heard the police kicking