Back 2 Business (Candy Shop 2)

by Nicety

  “Yeah, actually I do. I went through it for years. I wanted to hold you and tell you how much I loved you. I wanted to make bad ass babies with you.” He said as they laughed. “But we grew apart.”

  “No I cheated and with your fucking brother! Oh my God!”

  “Lex, I’m over it and you should too. I want nothing but happiness for you. So just make sure you do that, move forward and be happy. Okay?” He said pinching her chin playfully.

  “So…there’s no way we could work this out? Huh?” Alexis asked looking pitifully up into his eyes.

  “I really seriously doubt it.”

  “Why have you moved on?”

  Messiah hesitated a bit. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire but he knew it would be the icing on the cake to solidify their divorce for good. “Yeah, sort of.”

  “Wow.” Alexis ran her fingers through her elongated weave. “Well, what’s her name?”

  “Redina. Well we call her Red.”

  “We. So I know her? Are we friends?”

  “No, no nothing like that. I meant we as in my friends.”

  “Oh. Well ok, I guess. I guess I can’t interfere with your happiness then. Are you…happy?” She asked placing her hand on his shoulder for effect and poking her tits out in front of her.

  “I’d like to think so. Yes.”

  Alexis retreated her chest in disappointment. She wondered exactly how long his love for her had been gone but felt it was pointless to ask now. Tears continued to flow from her eyes but she wasn’t balling or hysterical, she was silent. Messiah saw that as the calm before the storm. For some reason it frightened him thinking that the news would trigger the bitchy evil her to sprout back up like the leaves on a tree at the first sight of Spring.

  “Well, I think you should leave me be for while. I just need some time to think.” Alexis said lying down on the oversized fluffy bed cuddling up to one of the plush purple pillows.

  “Okay. I’ve got some business to handle but I’ll be back in a few hours.” Messiah said looking at her watching as tears continued to water her chunky cheeks.

  “Yep.”

  “Are you sure you gonna be alright? I mean, could I get you anything?” Messiah backpedaled.

  “No, really. I’ll be fine. Just go.” Alexis focused her eyes on the outside landscape so she wouldn’t see him leave.

  “Alright well there’s food downstairs in the fridge and you know, just, make yourself at home.”

  “You tryin’ to be funny?”

  “What, naw naw. I didn’t mean anything by it. I just mean…just if you get hungry…never mind.” Messiah headed towards the door then turned to look back at a sad Alexis balled up on the bed hugging a pillow like it was her best friend. “Okay well, I’m gone.”

  “You said that.”

  “Okay…okay.” Messiah finally stripped his eyes away from watching her and walked out the room.

  Alexis didn’t flinch, listening closely for the sound of the door closing. Once she got her confirmation that he was gone she broke down, crying and screaming as loud as she wanted. Not only was her heart broken but also she felt rejected and abandoned. She was in the most fragile state of her life but found herself alone. As her tears fell she wondered how horrible would it be if she tried to fix her marriage all in a week’s time. Could I do it? She thought as she sat up lost in deep thought.

  She raced out of the room and down the hall to the master bedroom. In the back of her mind she knew exactly where the room was without having to look for it. At the moment she didn’t realize it but it was a suppressed memory resurfacing. Her eyes widened at the gloriousness of the room from the gigantic bed in the far corner of the room to the “his and hers” closets that sat on the opposite side. The top of the closets adorned specific his and hers insignia written in the most beautiful script she had ever seen and sparkling like diamonds.

  “I can’t believe all of this is mine.” She said as she entered her walk in closet marveling at all of the luxurious clothes, coats, and shoes.

  She stripped down to her bare skin and walked past all of the hanging clothes with her hands out gently rubbing them as she past. The back of the closet held racks and racks of shoes. There were so many shoes she couldn’t even decide as to which ones to try on first until a bright shiny red pair caught her eye. She slipped them on with ease the turned for a model walk as her tits bounced and her ass swayed in rhythm. As she rubbed her hands back across the clothes she stopped in front of a blue jean crop jacket that was too cute to her. She put it on then went to stand in the mirror.

  “Yep. Fix my hair, throw on some makeup, cook some dinner and remind you who loves you baby. I do.”

  Chapter 10

  Red Drama

  “Awe shit my bad, Red. I swear I didn’t mean it man you just…you just looked so damn good right there.” Skid said wiping the sweat from his forehead along with the drool from his mouth.

  “Oh my God. If that shit gets back to Messiah, we’ll never be together. Don’t you have any restraint?” Red snapped still wiping her lips hoping to get the scent of him off of her.

  “Look, I said I was sorry alright. I ain’t gonna beg or plead with you or nothing. You either take it or leave it.”

  “Sheesh. Next time give a girl a heads up, would ya?”

  “There won’t be a next time.”

  “Thank you. Thank you for that, Skid.” She grabbed a grape Crush soda out of the mini fridge and popped it open.

  “Well you ain’t gotta worry about me letting this get to Meech, ight? He don’t need to know this shit.”

  Red couldn’t bring herself to respond. She sipped on her soda and focused in on the music playing on the computer screen, rocking back and forth in the swivel chair. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the sweet taste of his lips off of hers. Her heart knew she didn’t like the kiss but her pussy, which was now moist from gooeyness and not sweat, spoke a different story. She exhaled lowering her head into her hands on the desk then lifted up startled from an excessive banging on the office window.

  “Aye motherfuckas! Where is he, huh? Where’s my motherfucking man?” Maxwell shouted storming into the office.

  “Man who the fuck are you?” Skid snapped reaching behind his back for his nine.

  “Nigga you know who I am! Where the fuck is my man?”

  “Okay, nobody knows who you’re talking about. I think you’ve got the wrong place, buddy.” Red said with her hands extended trying to diffuse the problem.

  Maxwell had a short cut with purple on one side and yellow on the other. His tight booty shorts made his plumped ass stick out like a sore thumb making Red jealous that his was bigger than hers. He had his tank top tied in the back and was wearing a fresh pair of Air Force Ones. Even though he didn’t have long hair he kept flicking the air around his ear like he did, imaginarily flicking it out of his way. Maxwell put up his dukes; ready to get it in with Skid if he didn’t answer his question.

  “Oh!” Skid laughed. “Now I remember you.”

  “Yeah motherfucka now you getting the picture huh?

  “What’s going on here?” Red asked confusingly.

  “Ya boy here is Bentley’s fun boy or should I say fuck boy.” Skid laughed.

  “Oh yeah. Now I know who you are. Yeah you was the dude I caught in the room with him over here, right?”

  “That shit don’t matter.” Maxwell snapped. “Where the fuck is my baby? He ain’t answerin’ his phone and he usually calls me to come over in the morning but he ain’t did none of that.”

  “Oh, well I don’t know where the fuck that nigga at.” Skid said taking his seat back in the chair.

  Red covered her mouth. Of course they knew exactly what happened to Bentley but there was no way in hell they were about to tell him. She sat back down in the chair keeping her head down figuring she needed to let Skid do all the talking. Maxwell began hyperventilating as he wiped a mass of sweat bullets from his face. Red could tell by the eerie dera
nged look in his face that he was about to do something that would either land him in the hospital or in the same position as Bentley. She knew he was in over his head.

  “I think it’s time for you to go dude.” Red blurted standing back up and leaning across the counter to touch Maxwell’s shoulder.

  “Get your hands off me.” Maxwell snapped as he snatched away. “I ain’t going no motherfucking where until I somebody tell me where my boo is at.”

  “Man don’t nobody know where that nigga at so you need to bounce, homie!” Skid became agitated.

  “Naw motherfucka you bounce!” Maxwell lunged at Skid, scratching and clawing into his face like a nigga cat.

  He demanded answers or justice for his lover. Red jumped over the counter screaming at the men pleaded for them to stop acting like Neanderthals but it was no use. They were locked tight in the middle of their tussle and weren’t letting go. She knew it was best not to get caught in the middle of a huge grizzly bear and a damn gazelle. All she could do was plead from the background as she leaned on the door shaking her head the sight.

  “What the hell is going on in here?” Messiah roared angrily snatching the door handle from under Red’s arm almost making her fall as he entered.

  The two men were so engaged in their brawl that neither heard him yell nor noticed the bells above the door ding as he came in. Messiah yanked Maxwell up by his mini afro releasing Skid from the headlock he had him in. He shook his head at Skid wondering how in the hell did a mouse defeat a lion. Red tried her best not to laugh but the distraught look on Maxwell’s face as he clenched up was priceless.

  “Why are you in my place of business bringing noise?” Messiah snarled aggressively into Maxwell’s ear.

  “I was…I was just looking for my boo, Bentley. Sir.” Maxwell almost shitted on his self and was mildly aroused at the same time.

  “That nigga was fired last night. So look somewhere else. If I catch you around here again, I’m gon’ put my nine in your eye and pretend to have turrets. Ya heard.” Messiah replied before releasing him.

  Maxwell was a ghost in the wind. They didn’t even see his feet leave the floor as he ran up out of the office. Skid sat down in the chair knowing and awaiting the bomb that was coming. He just kept his head down hoping that the nigga got the shit over with quickly.

  “Red, baby, when you close this place tonight make sure everything is locked up and then head to the crib. I’ll meet you there later on. I gotta handle some business but I will be to see you alright?”

  “What the fuck, Messiah? You rippin’ and runnin’ the streets for these tricks now? Look you keep begging me to stay, remember? I was going to leave you and you begged me to stay.”

  “I know.”

  “So if you know then why the fuck do I feel like you playin’ me to the left for these hoes you don’t even care about? Got me sitting up in this hot ass office all day and shit. You got me fucked up, Messiah.”

  “Man, I ain’t playin’ you for anybody. I’m just askin’ for your cooperation. You know what’s going on, it ain’t like I’m lying to you. If I didn’t care about you I wouldn’t be here. Sometimes the everybody gotta take one for the team, right?”

  “Why its gotta be me though?”

  “Red, quit tripin’. I just need to organize this mess and once its done then its done. Just be patient for me. Aight?” Messiah said grabbing her chin softly.

  He turned back focusing his energy and thoughts back on Skid and trying to get out of Red’s whining. He knew she was feeling salty because of all the things that were going on and her being neglected. But he didn’t feel like dealing with her right then. He crossed his arms waiting for to be a man about his and look him in the eye but his stiff demeanor made it perfectly clear that he had planned to keep his head down until her left.

  “Dude. You really gonna sit there and act like I ain’t here, man?” Messiah said repositioning and planting his feet firmly on the black and white checkerboard floor.

  “Man, Meech. We need to talk man.”

  “You motherfucking right we need to talk.” Messiah’s language sent off the vibe that he was beyond pissed.

  “Naw, man. I mean we need to talk.”

  “Okay. Talk. Talk about how you got all this noise up in my business. Talk about you almost having your ass handed to you by a frail ass fun boy. Huh? Talk about that.” Messiah thumped his nose with his thumb.

  “Dude, I ain’t got no control over what the next motherfucka come up in here on. I told his ass to step, he ain’t listen.” Skid licked his lips and stood towering over Messiah. “And I ain’t get my ass handed to me. I was chill.”

  “Yeah, I bet you were. Meanwhile customers comin’ in and out the business seein’ this shit.” Messiah snapped. “Respect my shit!”

  “Man, look you got worser problems than that surrounding you.”

  “Skid, I don’t even wanna hear that shit man.

  “Meech, I’m dead ass man.”

  “And I said I don’t wanna hear that shit right now man. Now, leave ya piece with Red and take your ass on back on to the tip, boy. You need to sleep that battery acid off.”

  Messiah turned back towards Red staring her in her eyes. It was his way of letting Skid know that the conversation was dead. Skid smacked his lips taking his nine from the back of his pants and damn near slamming it on the counter then walked out the door. He screeched his tires, as he pulled off pissed at how he had just got treated. Messiah brushed it off siting that he had too much bullshit on his plate already.

  “Aye, hold me down alright. You know how to use this?” He asked sliding the piece over in front of her.

  “What do you think?” She asked picking it up loving the weight of it in her hands.

  “Aight, then. I’ll be back to pick you up at closing. We’ll do…something.”

  He waved as he walked out of the door and hopped back in his black Escalade. Apart of her wanted to pick the nine up and aim it for his head but the other part of her halted that idea. Messiah knew what he was doing when he talked to her in his sexy sly tone. He thought he had her in the bag manipulating her to do whatever he wanted. It was true he loved her but he was torn and it showed all over his face.

  Red flopped back down in the computer chair fanning herself seeking relief from the heat. Dru Hill wailed about not making love anymore and the words only made her feel worse. She felt like she shouldn’t have been sitting in a hot ass office with no air conditioning, she should’ve been riding the streets with him setting things straight and getting his money back on top. It didn’t seem like he was as all about his business as he had claimed to be. She ransacked the file cabinet drawers looking for any files of the business but found no one. It hit her that they all had to be downstairs in his office. Her thoughts focused immediately on figuring out how she could get those files. They were her only connection to getting her man’s business back to the thriving state that it was in before Zadie and her minions sunk their claws into it.

  “This man just don’t know what he has, but I’m gon’ show him.” She spoke as she bobbed her head to the music.

  Her plan was about to be set in motion and now all she needed was a way in. She leaned her head back on the seat and as she looked up to smile she heard a knocking on the window behind her. The blinds were closed so she wasn’t able to see who was out there but a huge shadowy figure graced its darkness upon it. Her hand unconsciously grabbed the nine from off the desk and secured it to her side. The figure didn’t move it just stood there. It was as if it was waiting for her to make her move. It could have been anybody, even Messiah but she wasn’t about to take the chance.

  Securing her piece making sure it was cocked and loaded, she walked around to the front of the desk to put some space between her and the figure. As she watched it, she tried not to blink so that she could see which way it went if it decided to dip off. The figure appeared to be swaying in such a way as if it was toying with her or dancing to the music that she was listen
ing to.

  “Enough of this shit.” She said as she headed out the door with the piece to her side.

  She leaned her back against the wall scaling it like she was an experienced detective. At the corner of the building, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath knowing that whoever was around the corner had better have a good reason for being by that window or it was lights out for their ass.

  “Don’t move bitch!” Red yelled pointing the nine at a tall bush being blown by the wind.

  Chapter 11

  Braze & Messiah

  “Hey little man. It’s me your daddy. You’re so handsome just like your daddy. I can’t wait to teach you how to ride a bike and play football. You gotta play football. It’s the manliest sport around. But you can play whatever you want to play as long as you remember to never give up. Daddy’s gonna make sure you have everything you need and most of what you want. If it takes every breath in my body…”

  Messiah lowered MJ back into the hospital grade bassinet then leaned over to kiss his forehead. His angelic face was so light and he was as still as a mannequin, sleeping heavily from his long hard day. He made sure that he didn’t mess up his swaddled blanket tightening it up in the places just below his chin where it had unraveled. It was hard for him to leave the room with but he knew his little boy needed some rest. He looked around at the other eight babies in the room all sleeping soundly in their beds, thinking that they were all tiny blessings in the making. It was then that he realized he wanted out of the drug business. He wanted to make his business completely legit so that his son could something worth bragging about and not feel ashamed. He didn’t want his son to turn out like him.

  As he left the room and headed down the hall to Braze’s room he noticed that he had a few missed calls on his cell. They were from Red. He shook his head returning it back into the hideout that was his pocket not wanting to talk to her while he was there. Braze was knocked out cold it seemed as he walked in her room and up to the bed gazing down on her. She had her mouth open with drool creeping down the left side of her cheek. It was kind of cute.