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  A Thug’s Heart

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  A Dangerous Love 6

  A Thug’s Heart

  A Novel by J Peach

  Lock Down Publications

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  Copyright 2015 by J Peach A Dangerous Love

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  First Edition April 2015

  Printed in the United States of America

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Acknowledgement

  Da’Jah & Da’Vion, my heart, my two babies. If it wasn’t for you two, I swear I would not have the drive or determination to continue to beat these keys as hard as I do. You two are my motivation!!

  I LOVE Y’ALL SO MUCH!!

  I want to dedicate this book to EVERY single person who has stuck with me and supported me on this new journey I’m taking. My day one readers, new readers and ALL OF YOU AUTHORS who have given ADL a chance! I want to thank you all so so much for the crazy and constant LOVE you’ve shown.

  I Swear I Love Y’all!!

  Words cannot begin to explain how APPRECIATIVE I am!

  THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

  Chapter 1

  Peaches

  Four shots rang loudly throughout the house. For a second I stood there frozen not believing what just happened.

  “Fuck!” Jerron yelled out, pulling me from my daze.

  I ran to him. I was about to drop down and kneel at his side until I heard someone scream outside.

  “Come on!” Came a loud feminine voice.

  Without a second thought, I took the gun off safety and quickly but cautiously ran to Jerron. I was about to pull him from the door and slam it shut when a red beam moved up Ron’s body.

  “Let’s go!” That same voice called out.

  To see Jerron on the floor holding his chest hurt me as well as pissed me off. Whoever shot him was still out there and if they came in this house, I was as good as dead. With that thought, I grabbed Jerron’s gun then cocked my .9mm and started shooting.

  As a distraction, I shot through the living room window with two shots before going to the door and letting off three more.

  “Bitch!” A male’s voice yelled.

  Once I heard that, I quickly peeked out the front door to see a tall figure running toward a parked car at the end of the driveway.

  I paid Jerron’s grunting no mind as I ran outside shooting at the dude’s back. After three shots, his body went falling to the ground. Once he fell, I then aimed for the car.

  I blew out the back window and I kept running after it. I wanted to kill the driver. But the car quickly peeled out the driveway. Dust clouded the area as the car hauled ass down the dirt road.

  “Stupid bitch!” I screamed out with a heavy pant. My chest rose and fell hard as I turned and walked back toward the guy that laid face down on the ground.

  I kicked the gun away from the out stretched hand before I slowly bent down and picked it up. I walked closer to him and kicked his side. When he didn’t move I shot him in the back again just to make sure whoever it was wasn’t faking.

  Nothing, not a sound left him as the bullet tore through his back once more. He was dead.

  I was just about to flip the person over when I heard Jerron grunt out loudly.

  “Jerron!” Quickly, I forgot about the body and ran back toward the house.

  Jerron still laid on the floor. Pulling him away from the front door, I quickly slammed and locked it shut. Finding the light switch, I flicked it on before going back to him and checking his body.

  He was shot three times. Once in his shoulder, the right side of his chest and his right thigh. I lifted Jerron up slightly, looking at his back to see if the bullets went straight through.

  They did.

  Hurriedly, I took off my shirt and pressed the heel of my palm against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

  “Baby, you’re going to be fine. I promise.” He didn’t say nothing, just seemed in a daze. “Jerron, do you hear me?” I didn’t want to take the pressure off his chest but I needed to call somebody. “Baby, I’ll be right back.” I took off up the stairs and snatched the first cellphone I saw before grabbing a pair of shorts and shirt off the floor.

  I ran right back to him. Tearing the shirt as best I could, I tied it tightly to his thigh then pressed the shorts to his right shoulder.

  “That mothafucka shot me.” Jerron’s angry voice snapped.

  A sigh of relief escaped my mouth when I heard him speak. I was thankful he didn’t go into shock or something.

  “Yeah, you’re going to be okay. I’m calling 911. You’ll be fine.” I dialed 911, then put the phone on speaker once they answered.

  “911. What’s your emergency?”

  “Don’t—hang up the phone.” Jerron mumbled.

  He was shot three times and he wanted me to hang up the phone?

  “Jerron, you were shot—”

  “Peaches. Hang. Up.” He weakly spoke, his breathing now becoming shallow pants.

  Doing as he said, I hung up. But I had to call somebody, so I called the only person I could really rely on.

  He answered after the first ring.

  “What’s—”

  “King, Ron was just shot and he don’t want me to call the—”

  “What’s his address?” He cut me off.

  After giving King the address, he hung up.

  Confused and not knowing why I wasn’t supposed to call the police, I just did what I knew best. And that was to stop the bleeding. I had practiced it plenty of times before just in case it ever happened to King. He was the reason I went into the medical field in the first place.

  Jerron passed out shortly after the phone call to my brother, but I continued checking his pulse to make sure he was still with me. I proceeded applying pressure and doing the same compression routine to each of his wounds to stop them from bleeding out.

  I had just finished nursing his leg when banging started at the door. Grabbing Jerron’s gun, since mine was empty, I crept to the living room and peeked out the window. When I saw King’s truck, I ran to the door and opened it.

  “What the fuck happened?” he asked stepping inside the house. He stopped once he saw Jerron’s unmoving body. “Is that nigga dead?”

  I wanted to slap the fuck outda him for asking that question. “No— no. He just passed out. King we gotda get him to a hospital.”

  “Peaches, calm down. He’ll be i’ight.” King then looked at me strangely. “Why the fuck you naked?”

  In the heat of the moment, I didn’t think to put on clothes, it was the last thing on my mind. Seeing Jerron like that, I just reacted.

  “I had to stop the bleeding,” I explained. It wasn’t an entire lie, but I wasn’t going to tell him we were in the middle of having sex when this shit happened. King bent down looking at
Ron. “The bullets went straight through,” I told him.

  “Can you go put on some fuckin’ clothes? I got niggas coming in here.”

  Without him having to say another word, I ran upstairs grabbing my scrubs. After slipping them on, I went back downstairs.

  As I made it to the bottom of the stairs, Khalil and Khyree were walking through the door. I stopped in my tracks.

  “He’s not dead, so why the hell are they here?” I knew very well what Khalil and Khyree presence meant. Even if Jerron had died, I still wouldn’t have gotten the twins involved.

  “Peaches, chill out. Damn! Y’all come on.” King waved them in. They walked in with a big metal case, sitting it on the floor.

  “Where y’all want him at?” Khyree asked, pointing to Jerron.

  “Put him on the table,” King replied.

  Khalil laid a white cotton sheet on the table spreading it out before heading back over to Jerron. Both brothers squatted down on opposite sides of Jerron, lifting him up.

  “Y’all be careful with him—” I started to fuss until King grabbed me.

  “I’mma need you too chill, i’ight. He straight so let them do what they do. Go make yoself a drink or something,” King instructed.

  I glanced around him and saw one of the twins setting up an IV. I let out another breath as I nodded my head at what King said.

  They know what they doing? Right, King?” Pulling me to him, King hugged me and I just wanted to burst into tears but I couldn’t, not yet. I had to know Jerron was going to be alright first. Besides, crying might've made things worse.

  “The nigga out front is dude yo bitch was fuckin’ with.” Blaze voice came from behind me.

  “What nigga?” King asked, letting me go and walking toward the door where Blaze stood.

  “That nigga Peaches use to fuck with.” Blaze explained.

  That got my attention. Why would somebody I use to mess with shoot Jerron? Silently, I followed King outside to the corpse someone dragged to the side of the house.

  My mouth parted slightly as my breath got caught in my throat. “Cornell?” I breathed out, staring at the man I just shot and killed. “Why the hell would he wanna shoot Jerron?”

  “Same reason I wanted to kill his ass.” Blaze’s nonchalant voice kind of pissed me off.

  “If that was the case, he should’ve shot yo ass. But why Jerron, when we’re not even dating?” I stared at him as if he had the answers to my question.

  Again Blaze shrugged his shoulders before he tossed me a can. “I found that at the end of the driveway.” I looked down at the can of spray paint then gave it back to him. “What the fuck you do to this nigga?” Blaze asked of me.

  I shook my head indicating nothing. I didn’t know why Cornell would want to kill Jerron.

  “This nigga was obsessed with her. I damn near killed his ass about a year ago. I thought he moved on after that shit. He ain’t wrapped too tight. Dude was following her everywhere, even showing up at her crib. Shid, if I had of known this was his next step, I would’ve popped his ass a long time ago. But he got little after that shit, though, so I forgot about him. That’s why I flipped when Ebony dumbass was with this nigga.” King explained about Cornell.

  He was crazy obsessive but I didn’t think he’d go this far with it.

  “Who popped him?” King asked looking at me.

  “I did. He had shot Jerron, I had too. When he was running back to the car, I ran after him. Once he fell, I shot at the car but they got away. I blew out the back window, though.”

  “Oh, so yo ass poppin’ niggas now, huh? One body and you think you can just up and shoot when you wanna? And you chased this mothafucka?” King joked.

  I would never understand how he could always be cool in serious situations. It pissed me off in a way but I also envied that about him.

  My eyes rolled up in my head as my arms crossed under my chest.

  “You did good, though, but we gon’ have to talk about you and Ron’s ass—”

  “King, I don’t have time for this shit right now. Damn!” I pulled away from him, already knowing where he was going with this. I started walking away but Blaze stopped me.

  “Aye, let me holla at Peaches for a minute.” Blaze glanced at King. His head jerked toward the house where he wanted him to go.

  King looked between us for a second before he nodded his head then walked back to the house.

  Once he was inside, Blaze looked at me. “You straight? I know with the first body you was kind of shook about it, so you good?” Blaze asked, stepping closer to me.

  “Yeah, I’m not worrying about what I did, I’m just concerned about Jerron.” I told him while running a hand through my hair. “Why are you here?”

  “Do I really need to answer that? I had to make sho you were straight.” Just like King, Blaze pulled me to him, holding me tightly.

  “Blaze, I’m fine.” Reassuring him, I returned his hug. I felt slightly dirty and bad knowing what Jerron and I was just doing not even an hour ago. “We should go back inside.” I pulled out of his hold.

  “When I find that bitch, I’mma kill her. So, don’t worry about shit. I got you.” Blaze said and from the look in his eyes I knew he meant it. “Come on.” With that, he grabbed my hand and led us back into the house.

  Chapter 2

  Peaches

  “This the hitta you were telling me about?” Khyree asked as we came inside.

  Who’s a hitter? I thought to myself. But before I could ask, Blaze stopped me by putting a finger to his lips.

  “Yeah, he just moved back here not too long ago. My guy was telling me about this dude. Said he slick as fuck with what he does. You know I don’t fuck with hittas, so why the fuck we tryna save this dude? He’s the no questions type of mothafucka. Who’s to say our names ain’t on his list.” Khalil asked Khyree.

  “Stop being a bitch! We gon’ save his ass. If either one of our names come his way, he might skip over it. Now sew his ass up!” Khyree snapped at his brother.

  “That’s a big mothafuckin’ if. You wanna play with our lives on a fuckin’ if—”

  “Khalil, shut the fuck up or get the fuck out! I’m pretty sho they know what his ass do for a living. He must be important to them, which is why we were called. Now chill the fuck out and sew his ass up. King!” Khyree called out sounding frustrated.

  Once we heard King coming, Blaze grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the house and to his truck. When we got inside, he turned to look at me.

  “How long you’ve known him?” he asked, pointing toward the house.

  “Since I was younger. He used to live down the street from us. Why?” I asked.

  Blaze looked at me like I was dumb. “You just heard what the fuck they said. If he’s a hitta—”

  Laughing, I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “Ron’s not a hitter. You think King would seriously approve of Jerron if he was a killer? Think about it, Blaze?”

  Blaze sat back thinking. “You got a point. What the fuck them niggas talking about, then? Shid, I ran a background check on his ass. He came back clean, though.” Blaze explained nonchalantly.

  “I’m going back in the house. We’ll talk about the background check tomorrow.” I stared at Blaze for a long second. “You really ran a check on him?”

  “Hell yeah, this nigga pop up outda nowhere. Shid, I had to find out who the fuck was tryna take my future from me. Fuck you thought? I was just gon’ let you cake up with this fuck ass nigga, Peach?” he explained. His facial expression was stern and his gaze was intense.

  He was dead ass serious.

  I couldn’t deal with him right now. “B, I can’t believe you. I’m going inside.” Getting out the truck, I quickly made my way to the house leaving Blaze behind. I couldn’t believe he ran a background check on Jerron. I would've expected King to do some shit like that, but not Blaze.

  “He’s AB positive, right?” Khalil asked, holding a blood bag.

  The twins had everything.


  “Yeah,” King replied, leaning against a wall. Once the twins finished setting up the IV for the blood transfusion, they left out the dining room and I went over to Jerron.

  “He’ll be out for a while with the meds I gave him. Other than that, he’s fine.” Khyree said, taking off a pair of latex gloves as he stood at the threshold. “So, don’t worry about him. We’re about to get this stretcher to move him from the table to his room. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  ***

  It was 5:45 in the morning and Jerron had suffered two seizures since being moved to his room. Khyree had finally managed to stabilize him so now it was pretty much up to Jerron to pull all the way through.

  The sight of him with an oxygen mask on and hooked up to a heart rate monitor, had me literally freaking out. I didn’t know what to do. At first they had told me he was going to be okay, but now they weren't so sure.

  He needed to go to a hospital with actual doctors. Instead of having the twins to work on him.

  Thirty minutes had passed since his last attack, which I guess was a good thing but I couldn’t sleep, just in case things changed.

  I couldn’t even think about him not being there with me. I had just got him back in my life and I wasn’t ready to lose him again.

  I now sat on the floor next to his bed. I didn’t want to lay beside him on the bed, afraid I might trigger another attack. That was just how my mind thought, whether me being on the bed would cause it or not.

  I massaged my forehead and scalp. My head was pounding so hard and my eyes felt swollen, from all the crying I’d done within those past few of hours.

  “Here, take these?” Khalil came up to me, holding out two rectangular pills and a cup smelling of Vodka.

  “What are these?” I asked, gesturing toward the pills while taking the cup from him. Khalil glanced at me before looking at the heart machine Jerron was hooked up to.

  “Xanax, it’ll make you feel better,” he replied as his eyes squinted at the heart monitor.