THUGS ARE FOR FUN 3 excerpt Urban Books

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Thugs are for Fun Part III Excerpt- First part of Chapter 1

“Okay, push it in now!” Jacy screamed.

Rich gave one last shove and the couch finally slid through the front door, giving Jacy instant relief. She had been holding the couch up a certain way while Rich used his power to squeeze it all the way through the too-small doorway.

They were both hot and sweaty already, and pissed because one of the delivery guys had copped an attitude with Rich. The guy had been five seconds from getting his head smashed in when he and his partner suddenly got into their truck and drove off with the couch still sitting on the front lawn. Rich and Jacy were forced to move the couch in the house themselves, even though it was nine in the morning and they were just getting up from the bed.

“I’m gonna curse their boss out, watch,” Jacy said when the couch was finally in place. She dotted her face with a napkin and then started looking for the delivery receipt. “When he has to hear it from me, he’s gonna pass it right onto their asses. Just wait ’til I find this number.”

“Naw, don’t even bother,” Rich said calmly as he pulled his shirt up and rubbed the sweat off of his face. He seemed cool now, but was thinking treacherous thoughts—he actually knew the delivery guy. Where he lived—with his mama—and all of that. He must not have recognized Rich’s face.

Rich would have to fight the urge to go up there to his mama’s house. He was finding it harder and harder to resist those old feelings; that was how he used to handle things when he was running the streets.

Ever since Jacy and Rich had gotten married a little over four months before, Rich had kept his promise to leave the street life alone. He spent most of his free time at his sporting goods store—it was his respite whenever he was tempted to go down his old stomping grounds.

He had rented out the house on Ruby Street to his cousin Cochese, who had already been living there anyway. Rich’s little brother Rodney had moved down south shortly after the wedding to be with his other living siblings. Rodney couldn’t stand the idea of not living with Rich anymore—he had literally grown up under his protection, so the way he and Rich parted ways wasn’t too good. Rich couldn’t let his family hold him back from his happiness though.

Cochese, on the other hand, was loving it. Ever since Rich left the house, Cochese’s coochie-meter had gone off the charts. The way the women came in and out of that house, people on the block were starting to think he was running a brothel. Cochese had even tried to move a couple of his girlfriends into the house, but Rich had to end that situation real quick; it was still his house and he wasn’t about to have it torn up but some ignorant ass chickenheads.

“But baby, I broke one of my fucking nails! I’m not supposed to be moving couches!” Jacy complained. She knew she was being annoying, but she couldn’t control herself. She had been snapping a lot lately, over even the smallest of details. “Just let me cuss them out one good time.”

“I said don’t worrry about it Jacy!” Rich said, raising his voice a notch, but he wasn’t mad at her. He went over to where she was standing, pouting, looking like a doll that had just been doused with a bucket of water. He lifted both of her hands and looked at the nail that was broken. He reached down and kissed it.

“Look at these pretty hands. Even if you didn’t have no nails attached to the skin they would still be beautiful,” Rich commented. Jacy rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you trying to play me now? I’m trying to be nice!” Rich laughed.

“Yea right. You are so full of shit Rich,” Jacy chuckled in response. “If I wasn’t the type of girl that had my nails done every week you wouldn’t look twice at my ass.”

Rich eyed Jacy closely, scanning the lovely laugh lines around her mouth, the foundation that was starting to bead up on her face from her sweating, and the diamond studs in her ears. He wondered why she had woken up and applied makeup just to meet the delivery men at the door. “You don’t really believe that do you?”

Jacy’s smirk turned into a tight-lipped frown. She had to admit, since she had married Rich, and seen all of the progress that he had made as a legitimate businessman, she had become a little intimidated. He got the second look from everybody, not just girls from down the way anymore. Whenever they went downtown to shop or have drinks, Jacy found herself constantly on the defensive against professional women in business suits eyeing Rich down shamelessly. Once when they were having lunch at McCormick’s as they usually did on a free weekday, Jacy left to go to the bathroom and some light skinned chick who was having lunch with her co-workers was bold enough to actually sit across from Rich at their table. Rich did everything he could to tell the woman to keep it moving without being rude, but Jacy came back before the woman could slide her slimy ass back over to her own table and all hell broke loose. She kept her bathroom stay short in the first place because she had seen the same women oogling at Rich when they first walked in. Jacy was ready to bust her in the mouth when she saw her sitting in her seat.

“Excuse me, can I help you with something?” Jacy asked the woman as calmly as she could while clutching her purse tightly. Jacy was still standing, feet firmly planted, in front of the table, ready for war. She was sick of this shit. Rich quickly diffused the situation.

“Baby, this is Toni, she works down at the Centre Square building on Market Street. She was just about to leave. Matter of fact, she left her number, so you can call her later if you want to learn more about her,” Rich said with a smirk as he passed Jacy the woman’s card. The card contained the woman’s work number, cellphone number, and job address. He knew of no better way of showing Jacy that he wasn’t interested in this broad in the least.

“Oh! Really!” Jacy said with a nod as she scanned the information and chuckled, letting some of the steam subside. The lady got up and tried to snatch her card back, but Jacy was too quick.

“Didn’t your Mama ever teach you not to snatch from people!?” Jacy’s went from zero to ghetto in three seconds flat and her voice trembled with anger at the woman. “How dare you!”

Jacy clutched the business card in her right fist, ready to strike. Rich got up and grabbed her around her waist.

“Come on baby, we out,” he said with a dismissive finality as he pulled Jacy away from the scene. “Here give me that.”

He paused and took the card from Jacy’s hand so that he could flick it to the floor at the woman’s feet. “You ain’t on her level,” he insulted the woman before they left. Jacy’s chest puffed out on that one.

This was only one of many scenes in which desperate yet attractive women were trying to take Jacy’s man away. She was starting to becoming insecure about her chances of holding onto Rich for long. It was all in the way he was still so gangster even though he now hustled in slacks and Kenneth Cole shoes. His store had grossed over $150,000 the year before and was predicted to double that figure in the new year. Women were going nuts over Rich because he had every trait they desired—he was rough around the edges, but had good intentions and a profitable, legal business. But the way he dealt with the attention bothered Jacy to no end. He was so flippant and indifferent as if it was all some big joke. Jacy took it all very seriously—her womanhood was being challenged at every turn. It had come to the point where she had been doing everything possible to stay on top of her game physically. What if by chance Rich met another smart, young, college-educated woman who he found to be more attractive than Jacy? Especially with all of the new social circles they ran in. The thought made her lose sleep at night.

“Jacy? Answer my question. Do you really believe that?” Rich asked her again, trying to get her attention and bring her back to the present. She was drifting off to other places a lot more lately. “Did you hear me?”

“I don’t know Rich,” Jacy said and tried to pull away. “Let me go ahead and take a shower.”

“Jacy, seriously. I don’t know what’s up wit you lately,” Rich said, pulling her back into his arms. “I don’t give a fuck if your nails are done! I love you for who you are and what you’re about, not all that superficial shit.”

Jacy tried to release herself from his grip, but he wouldn’t let go just yet. “Yea right Rich. One thing I do know about you Philly brothers is that ya’ll are too superficial. It’s all about the sneakers, the shoes, the hair, the nails, the clothes…”

Rich sighed and let her go. He walked over to the new couch, still covered in plastic, and sat down, remembering why he and Jacy had chosen it in the first place. He picked up the remote and switched on the television. “That ain’t me no more Jacy. I ain’t about all that mess. Now would you stop stressin’ and come relax with me for a minute? You know I got a long ass day today.”

“I don’t know Rich, I got some work to do too. So why don’t you just go get started,” Jacy said as she headed upstairs. “We can hang out later.”

In the bathroom, Jacy stripped down to her birthday suit in ten seconds flat. She turned on the water and waited for it to get steaming hot. She glanced around her huge bathroom, fully equipped with both a shower and a Jacuzzi tub. It was one of the features that made her and Rich choose their new marital home in Upper Darby. It wasn’t big, and it wasn’t small—it was cozy. Jacy had wanted to move farther away from Philly, but knew that Rich had his daughter Chellie to consider. Rich was currently involved in a lawsuit to get joint custody of Chellie, and eventually full custody if he and Jacy became comfortable with the arrangement. Rich didn’t want to impose on his new wife by trying to make her into insta-mom, but Jacy and Chellie got along so well that even she couldn’t resist the idea. She was just glad that Rich only had one child. She had been with men that had up to six heads to worry about, and their life was nothing but drama.

Jacy’s insecurities about Rich and other women had begun before they were married. She couldn’t even escape the catty female vultures on her own wedding day.

The wedding was a small yet beautiful affair held at a waterfront villa in New Jersey. Only 50 of Jacy and Rich’s closest friends and family were invited, including Jacy’s parents, who had reluctantly warmed to Rich after a few visits, Rich’s aunts, a couple of siblings, his cousins, and Timbo. Rich had gone and got his daughter, but apparently there was a leak about the location of the wedding. There were at least 20 uninvited guests that showed up at the small reception, including Rich’s baby’s mother LaTisha, her bosom buddy Neecey, and five other women from Rich’s old neighborhood. They needed to see this whole wedding thing go down for themselves.

LaTisha and Neecey “the Knob” were still up to their old tricks, plotting on how to ruin Jacy’s wedding day. They finally came up with a plan for LaTisha to corner Rich in the bathroom where he went alone—or so they thought—and wait for someone to come in and see him and LaTisha together. That would definitely get back to Jacy before the end of the night.

As they inched towards the bathroom, they heard some sounds coming from inside. Neecey was the lookout as LaTisha went to push open the door, but something was blocking it. After a few more unsuccessful attempts to push her way in, she gave it one good shove at the same moment that Rich removed the chair he had propped against it. Tisha went flying into the stall near the door and bumped her head. When she looked up, there stood Jacy and Rich looking down at her like she was retarded. Neecey slid off down the hall and out of sight.

“LaTisha, what the hell you doin’?” Rich stared at his baby’s mother, looking amused and restraining a laugh. Jacy looked at Rich and then back at LaTisha.

“Uh, nuffin. I was just trying to pee,” LaTisha played it off. “Ain’t this the bathroom?”

“Tish, this the men’s bathroom. Why you tryin’ to get in here?” Rich chuckled, always quick-witted. He already knew that Tisha would try something, and here she was. He and Jacy had made plans to sneak off separately to the bathroom for a quickie, but had gotten caught themselves now.

“Neecey told me this was the men’s room! Neecey, why you tell me that?” she said to no one at all. Neecey was long gone.

“Girl, git yo ass up,” Rich offered her a hand and she took it, still rubbing her head.

Tisha and Neecey tried a few more times that night to get Rich’s attention or annoy Jacy in some way, but it wasn’t working, especially now that everybody knew what they were up to. They became the laughingstock of the reception. Everybody got drunk and talked about them, right in their faces, until they finally left.

But Jacy soon came to realize that this was not going to be a one-time thing. As Rich’s new wife, she constantly had to deal with challenges to her role in Rich’s life.

Jacy heard the door to the bathroom open and she looked up from her seat on the side of the Jacuzzi bathtub just in time to see Rich come inside butt naked. She had been so deep in thought that she forgot why she was even in the bathroom in the first place. Now her only thoughts were on how good Rich looked at that moment. His body looked like someone had sliced him hundreds of times with a sharp knife and he had just healed that way—an Adonis with a broad chest, v-shaped stomach, and a big, thick, swinging…

“Jacy, what…” Rich stopped talking mid-sentence and grabbed his toothbrush. Jacy just sat there watching him as he brushed his teeth. “Never mind.”

His large penis shook and swayed as he brushed vigorously.

“I don’t know why you don’t just get an electronic brush like me,” Jacy tried, unsuccessfully, to get her mind off of sex as she continued to watch him.

“You know I don’t fuck with all that technology. Good old toothbrush, it’s worked for me for 28 years. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it,” he said with a wink in Jacy’s direction, and then spit out his paste in the sink.

“They work even better though. With those old brushes you leave plaque behind,” Jacy continued bullshitting.

Rich turned and looked down at her, sitting there like she didn’t know what to do with herself. “Girl, what are you doing over there? I thought you was taking a shower.”

“Yea, I am,” Jacy chuckled as she got up from the Jacuzzi and went to turn the water on. As she walked over to the tub, now Rich was watching. He never missed an opportunity to watch Jacy walk around naked. Her body was always so smooth; an uninterrupted cocoa brown. Her stomach was still as flat as an ironing board, and her dark brown hair reached even farther down her back. He let his eyes fall down further to that round, juicy ass—the second thing that had caught his attention when they first met years ago. He noticed her putting a little extra something on her usual switch to the shower. That immediately had his nature rising.

Before Jacy had a chance to even take a step inside the shower stall, Rich was on her….

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