Tampering With A Thug's Heart

Chapter 1

Tiphani

I ’m not fucking lowering my VOICE! So, tell sleeping beauty she can rise the fuck up out that sleep! Is she in our bed? For real, Benji?

I heard yelling, but the state I was in wouldn’t permit me to wake from my comatose sleep.

Mane!

Clash!

I jumped up out my sleep, wide awake when I heard glass shatter. I felt the other side of the bed for my man, but I only felt our cool, silk sheets. I took note that the TV was off, which meant the sound of breaking glass was coming from inside my house. I quickly snatched my sweats and t shirt on and then raced out my bedroom.

Awww, look who’s upppp.

I was greeted by a woman getting off the floor. Despite her fresh black eye, she had a big ass smile on her face. I saw Benji backing away and heading to the front door with worry on his face.

Benji, why this bitch in my house? Benji! Why is she in OUR HOUSE!? I started yelling his name, but he had made his way outside already.

Before following him, I snapped at the unknown woman who was chilling in my house and freely nursing her wounds.

Bitch, who are you? I need you to raise the fuck up, I barked. I was never the fighting type, but tonight would be the night for sure! I didn’t know what Benji had going on, but he had no respect to bring this woman into our home. The door. I pointed.

Naah, I ain’t leaving. You are, she shot back in a chastising manner. I cocked my head to the side, not believing my ears. You see this ring? That man you been giving your time to, I wear his last name. So, save yourself the embarrassment and leave. Benji is a dog, but he’s MY DOG! This was MY HOUSE, before you ever knew the goddamn address

"You wasn’t saying that when you was eating my pussy on my period last night, negro!"

Another woman’s voice from outside made my head turn, but her words had my feet beating the wood floors to my foyer. When the outside came into view, I literally threw up on the porch. I didn’t know if this was the morning sickness my doctor had told me about today or the fact that there were large pictures of MY MAN eating another bitch’s pussy scattered around the yard. Benji was racing around the front yard trying to collect as many pictures as he could, but the crazy young girl outside had done her job decorating with her grocery eating pictures.

Benji! I yelled with a crack in my voice.

I watched him cater to the young girl outside, not caring for one second about how I saw all this. I had spent my last four years giving him my life, and at this point, I found out I had made a mistake by letting him plant his seed in me.

Today, we found out we would bring a new life into the world. I couldn’t have been happier, but at this moment, I felt like my happiness was another waste of time.

Tiphani, shut the fuck up, Benji ordered. GO IN THE HOUSE!

As my mouth dropped, I was already leaping off the porch in his direction. How dare he order me inside when I had a bitch inside claiming she was married to his trifling ass, then another little bitch who looked like she still had a damn curfew in my yard with receipts on his cheating ass.

I picked up one of the pictures and slapped him directly across the face with it. The anger in me boiled over when I peeped that his booty eating ass was posing for the shit. I fought Benji until I realized this wasn’t my fight, and this wasn’t MY man.

"Na’Esha, please! Baby, I don’t want them bitches. I need YOU! What a nigga supposed to do without you?" Benji pleaded to Na’Esha.

Na’Esha was young, but little momma was pretty as a doll, no lie.

Babbbyyy, I don’t currrr who youuu want! You got a full team going with that bitch pregnant. Na’Esha pointed at me. "And that big elephant seal looking bitch you decided to put a ring on standing there looking like all my life I had to fight! I see why you cheating, if you gotta sleep with that half-man half-horse species of a wife!" Na’Esha was going all the way in.

I felt embarrassed like hell, but something in me needed to hear it from Benji. Was all that we had a lie? Did I really fall in love with a womanizer? Was this the real Benji?

Benji, is that your wife standing on our porch? I probed. "Is this where you be at when you have to go to work?" I questioned as I picked up another picture.

While I was clearly talking to him, this nigga really brushed me off like he didn’t have to answer to me when I was the one with his growing seed in me. He disregarded everything like it was absolutely nothing. It was like time froze. I had never in all my years felt this weak and stupid for a man.

My mother giving me up for adoption when I was only three years old didn’t even scratch the surface of pain I rested in my soul. I was hurt. In the moment, I couldn’t see how I even allowed myself to fall so deep in love with a man who would do such a thing as break my heart. I was shitted on for sure.

No longer able to watch my so called man beg for Na’Esha, I went to pack my shit and leave. I wasn’t a clown trying to be in the circus any longer. One thing I had never been was blankly stupid for a nigga. It blew my mind how all these years, I never suspected anything. Benji had his dealings in the streets, and yes, we had hit hard spots, but we always came out on top. Never had I thought he was living a triple life. Hell, no telling how many wives and Na’Eshas were out here.

As I marched back into the house, I heard Benji jump in his car. I looked back, shaking my head as Na’Esha rammed her pretty black G-Wagon into Benji’s Benz. I guess Benji figured he’d leave, but Na’Esha wasn’t having it.

Move, I barked at Benji’s wife, who was blocking my way.

She had a smirk on her face like she won. I tried to brush past her, but she stood in my way.

"You a young one, so I’ll put you up on game. This house is in my husband’s name. My husband’s house means this is half my house. So, you can beat them feet that way, boo boo. She snickered. Or…" She pointed back at the car in the driveway that I never paid attention to.

Another young girl came out with her hair tied, sneakers laced, and arms folded. I chuckled at both they ass.

Benji, come get yo wife so I can get my shit and leave, I barked.

Technically, this was Benji’s house, and everything was in his name. I had no choice but to get my shit and go. I damn sure wasn’t trying to lay up there after all this bullshit.

Me yelling for Benji was a fucking waste because he was playing bumper cars with Na’Esha. The chick was fucking crazy, but I couldn’t blame her. Benji was a foul nigga, and he honestly had it coming if he thought he could keep his dirt hidden.

You pregnant... So, you if you don’t want to lose it, you should turn around and rethink your life, the wife shot at me.

I took that as the last threat from her, and I was tired of holding my anger back. The one thing she didn’t need to do was get me started. It took a whole lot for me to slide up out my cool zone. I wasn’t that chick, but if pushed, I could be THAT BITCH! I wasn’t even worried about the chick in the driveway. She was pretty, small, petite woman, and she was far too cute to be friends or whatever relation to this bum ass bitch on this porch.

How ’bout this baby ain’t never gon’ stop me from whooping ya ass or hers, I screamed, drawing my hand back and landing my fist in the wife’s face.

She staggered back and fell into the house. I charged at her, striking her repeatedly. She was fighting back, which was no surprise, but it was going to take a lot more effort if she wanted to hang with me. It was funny how old girl in the driveway stayed put and didn’t even come help wifey.

Bitch, I’m from N’Awlins! You betta’ know I’m yeah with the yeah, I hollered, beating her ass all through the house.

We went from the front room all the way to the kitchen. She was literally screaming for her sister, who was the girl in the driveway, to call the police. With the chaos going on outside, her sister granted this weak bitch her wishes.

I had blacked out completely. With blood painted all over me, the police took no time to arrest me when they hopped on the scene.

I should’ve killed him, Na’Esha mumbled, flicking off the officers as they handcuffed her next and placed her against the car.

I had tears running down my face, and I looked at Benji as the officers asked was I with child. Yes, I dreadfully answered.

They cuffed my wrists together in front of me and opened the patrol car door for me to climb inside. I had never in my life been arrested, but at the same time, I never had a man like Benji to make me black out over his infidelities.

You beat that bitch good. Na’Esha nodded. I’m Na’Esha by the way…

I’m Tiphani, I replied.

I gazed out the window as the tears freely fell.

You think the devil was a liar? You never met Benji Lacar.

Chapter 2

Na’Esha

P lease... I don’t feel like hearing what you two got to say, I huffed.

Nahh, yo fuck ass better sit back there holding them ears in ya hands to hear everything I gotta say, my big brother, Jah’Bori, cursed.

He was riding passenger while my other big brother, Israel, was in the driver's seat.

Esha, I ain’t gon’ say too much, but before we pull off... You lost yo mind printing them distasteful ass pictures and plastering them everywhere, Israel declared. I got a rep out hurr, and you showing the fuck out. You too grown for the shit, he argued.

I knew he was speaking on not just him, but our father’s name overall.

Petty has no age, just like cheating ass niggas. You can take me home now, I shot back.

Israel was my calm brother who only got out of his element when certain buttons were pushed. The nigga had anger issues, but he masked them well. Now, Jah’Bori, he was my asshole brother, but my favorite. He didn’t mask anything, and what you saw was what you got. I originally called Jah’Bori when I got arrested and needed to bail out. I wasn’t surprised that Benji’s fuck boy ass had already paid my bail money, but I refused to give his ass as much as a thank you. I called Jah’Bori for my ride, and here we were.

You know yo ass all over the town, right? This shit not a good look, Jah’Bori continued.

Nigga, I took the pictures. I got the nut from the shit, I made the prints, and I personally spread them bitches out in that nigga’s yard! You think I currrr? I probed.

Israel slammed on his brakes, making my head jerk forward.

Na’Esha, we trying to tell you that shit is unladylike to be out hurr like this, Israel barked, reaching back toward me. He grabbed my shoulder, pushing me back toward the seat. Fuck is yo problem? We just buried moms a week ago, and now you letting these niggas get the best of you! Whateva’s going on, deal with it. If it’s moms passing, cool. But you not about to be out here clowning for the world to see. Not on my watch. You disrespecting moms by doing this shit, and I ain’t having it. You too fucking young to be getting caught up with grown ass man.

Israel pushed me back one good time and got back in the driver’s seat. He threw the car in drive while I rolled my eyes. The car fell silent as Israel drove away from the county jail. Five minutes into the drive, we were at a corner gas station that wasn’t too far from my condo. Israel went to pay at the pump while me and Jah’Bori went inside the gas station.

You high? I asked Jah’Bori.

The nigga stayed high. I didn’t know why I was asking. His ass had a counter full of snacks and was still trying to get the cook to hook him up with some fresh hot wings.

Sis, you know what it is with me. His goofy ass was smiling hard. I had a blunt on me, and you know the police stay on bullshit. Me and Israel got caught in a roadblock coming to get yo ass, so I had to eat that shit.

You ate a blunt? I laughed.

Hell yeah. And it was some big Loud rolled up in dere. I’m high den a muthafuka! Shit was good as hell too, he joked. "Aye, my dude! I need fresh wings. Not that shit you had sitting out all day trying to sell to err’body. You ain’t ’bout to have me on the toilet with the shits tonight," he ordered.

I couldn’t even be embarrassed because Jah’Bori was always like this. I just slid my few little items on the counter with his and went back out to the car.

Israel was leaned against his Lincoln Navigator with his arms crossed. I made my way across the parking lot but couldn’t get in the car because Israel was leaned against the back door. I politely popped his ass in the head with my long fingernail. He was being mean as hell and ornery.

Esh— Israel started to buck at me, but the gas handle clicked for him to take it out.

Bruh, you know you wanted to hit her ass back. Esha stronger den all us. Momma gave her too much titty milk or something, Jah’Bori played as he got in the front seat.

Get yo ass in the car, Israel mumbled.

I don’t know