Married to a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  When I pulled up in front of Edwardo’s house, I spotted a few guys on the porch drinking beer and laughing as if they had no care in the world. I glanced at the picture that was in the file and pointed out my target. While I waited for the perfect time to make my move, I texted Lisa to check on my Lala. After confirming everything was ok, I turned on the surveillance app on my phone, just to double check. Lisa and Lala was in bed engrossed in a deep conversation. I wanted to listen in on them, but decided to give them their privacy. After making sure my security was on point, I sat back and reverted my attention to the task on hand.

  As the night began to take over, his friends began to slowly disperse and head to their homes. I waited until the coast was clear to make my move. I watched as he walked in his house, only to walk back out and head to his car. This is even better, I thought as I followed him. I watched as he parked his car and sat in the car. Leaving my car running, I walked to his car and injected him with the drug before dragging his body to my trunk.

  “Despierta ahora!” (Wake up now!) I demanded, slapping Edwardo across the face with the butt of my gun.

  “What is this?” he asked stirring out of his sleep.

  “Your worst nightmare,” I chucked. “You violated my wife, Lala, and I want to know why,” I said picking up my chainsaw.

  I had him stripped down naked and tied to a chair, as I prepared to have my fun with him.

  “What do you plan on doing with that?” he asked with wide eyes.

  “I plan on cutting the answers to my questions out of you, if you do not cooperate.”

  “Who sent you after my wife?” I asked.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat.

  “Ok,” I shrugged cutting through his flesh with the chainsaw.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!” His screams filled the soundproof meat factory. “Somebody help me please!” the man continued to scream.

  “Is that how my wife screamed for you to stop? Did you stop when she screamed out for help?” I asked feeling myself get angry.

  I picked up the metal bat and used his legs as baseballs, breaking them on impact.

  “Ohhhhh god no!” he cried out.

  “Start talking or it’s only going to get worse,” I smiled.

  “Fatal Sumeri Mexican Cartel,” he huffed.

  “Who are they?” I asked. “Is that who sent you?”

  “That is all I’m telling you,” he smirked.

  “Tough guy,” I said picking up the blowtorch. “You’re not going to need this anymore,” I laughed burning his dick off.

  “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” he cried. “Fuck you, I should have killed your sweet pussy having wife.

  Backing away from him, I hit a button that dropped his body in a barrel of acid. The acid bubbled as it ate up his remains. Now that I had the name of the cartel behind the hit, it was time to get answers. I called Lala to let her know I was heading to Colombia to see my dad for a few, and that I would be home first thing in the morning. I was determined to get the answers to all of my questions.

  When I made it to my dad’s house, the maid tried to prevent me from walking into his room, but I shut that shit down quickly. I wish I would have knocked before I walked in, to prevent seeing Terri’s ass high in the air, while my father fucked her.

  “Pull your dick out, I need to talk now,” I said walking out of the room.

  I sat in my father’s office and waited for him to join me. Thirty minutes later, he came down dressed in a robe, with a cigar between his lips. He blew smoke in my face before taking a seat in his chair.

  “Next time you see me fucking, you close the door and wait patiently. Don’t come in my house demanding me!” he yelled causing his accent to come out.

  “Fatal Sumeri Mexican Cartel is behind what happened to Lala.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

  “Yes, that is what one of the men told me,” I said handing him the file I had on Edwardo.

  “Edwardo Cruz? We have a problem, a big one.”

  “What’s the problem pops?”

  “The FSM is Carla’s family,” he sighed.

  “How is that possible? Her father is dead and she is in jail.”

  “Are you sure she’s still in jail?” he asked.

  My brain began to go a mile per minute trying to figure out what was going on. Carla and her family used to work with my father, until she started to allow her feelings for me have an effect on business. Yes, I messed around with Carla, but it didn’t get serious. Carla ended up getting pregnant and losing her baby, shortly after her whole operation was raided and she landed thirty years in jail. There was no way in hell Carla could be out of jail. Instead of assuming anything, I decided to check things out for myself.

  *****

  Dressed in a crisp pair of blue and gold Robin jeans, a white Versace V-neck t-shirt, with a pair of white and gold Giuseppe high-top sneakers, I stepped in front of the woman security guard and held my hand out so she could frisk me. She licked her full lips as her soft hands slowly traveled my body. She was supposed to be checking for any weapons and contraband, but all she was interested in was feeling me up. She leaned in and inhaled my Curve Blue cologne and she hand traveled down my chest.

  “Did you cum yet?” I smirked.

  “No, but you can take me to the back and make me,” she blushed.

  I held up my ring finger to show her that all this was already spoken for. She shrugged her shoulder, while giving me an “I don’t give a fuck” look. When she noticed I wasn’t interested in taking her up on her offer, she led me to the visiting area.

  I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chairs at the Miami Dade Penitentiary Women’s Facility, and waited for Carla to join me. Upon doing my research, I was able to find out that she was still incarcerated, but I still wanted to talk to her. I wanted to know if she was the one that sent her men after my wife. I already had three inmates on my payroll ready to slice her throat open whenever I gave them the word.

  I spotted a guard walking in with Carla, who wore a cocky smirk on her face. If he wasn’t in the pig’s pen, I would have shot that silly grin off her face. As the guard brought her closer, my skin began to crawl as my anger started to boil. When she sat down I could have shitted bricks. The woman sitting in front of me looked just like Carla but it wasn’t her. The tattoo of the dolphin she had on her wrist was identical to Carla’s, but the only difference was the dolphin was facing the left; Carla’s original tattoo was facing the right.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I asked between gritted teeth. “Before you answer me, you better tell me the truth or I will have you murdered before you can make it back to your cell.”

  “Fuck you,” she spat, turning her head so I could see the FSM tattoo that was written on the side of her neck.

  “What the fuck!” I shouted banging my head on the table. “You’re a dead bitch.”

  “Well rest in peace to me pussy,” she smirked before walking away from the table.

  Carla was definitely out of jail and on some revenge type of shit. Was she the one behind Ralph getting shot up? I began to question as I walked back to my car. Carla had a strong fucking alliance because no one in her camp was snitching. Paging Cole and Chad, I demanded that they meet me at the club. I needed a stiff drink and a pound of Kush to help me get myself together.

  I sent a text to one of the inmates I had inside. Before having the Carla look alike killed, I wanted them to try and torture any information out of her. I had a few correctional officers on my payroll so I didn’t have to worry about them getting caught. With any luck, the bitch would talk and give up Carla.

  “Gentlemen, we have a problem,” I said walking inside of my office.

  “What’s up?” Cole asked.

  “Carla is behind Lala’s beating and, I’m not sure, but she may have something to do with what happened to Ralph.”

  “Who’s Carla?” Chad asked.

  I hated to repeat mysel
f, but since Chad needed to know what we were up against, I went on to tell him Carla’s and my history. I also told them about what took place at the jailhouse.

  “Damn that bitch is wilding,” Cole said.

  “Yes, she is, she’s smart too. Her camp is tighter than a virgin’s pussy, so the chances of us getting information out of them is dead,” I sighed.

  “How are we going to get at her?”

  “I’ma have a few of the FBI agents on my team to try to locate her, but Carla is a smart girl. There is no way she’s in Miami or Columbia. She knows she has to lay low so she’s somewhere living underground,” I said.

  “Well let’s find this bitch and show her why this is a man’s game,” Cole said ready for whatever.

  “Bet,” I replied, with thoughts of slicing Carla up piece-by-piece, running through my mind.

  Chapter 11

  Lisa

  I did a full three-sixty since the day my world came crumbling down. Maybe it was because Lala needed me and it was up to me to be strong for her. Whatever it was, I was glad it happened. I was able to gain all my weight back plus more. I devoted the majority of my time in work, and Riley and my relationship was stronger than ever. Until her father woke up, I was all she had so I did my best to make sure to be there for her, whichever way possible.

  Terri was taking a few days off, so I decided to stay with Ralph. When I walked in his room, it was dark and gloomy. I walked over to the window and opened the curtains to allow some sunlight into the room. I then grabbed the vase, filled it with water, and placed the flowers I bought in it.

  “How are you Lisa?” the nurse asked walking in the room.

  “I’m good, how is he?” I asked.

  “Not so good,” she frowned.

  “What’s going on?”

  “His brain activity is showing that he is going through a lot of pain. Just to give a heads up, the doctor is going to urge you to pull the plug before he files a court order to have it pulled.”

  “Can he do that?”

  “Yes, if the doctor can prove that he is severely suffering, they will allow it.”

  “Omg!” I began to panic.

  “Cherish the time you have with him now,” she said before walking out of the room.

  I climbed in bed with Ralph and began to weep. I didn’t want to lose him, but I didn’t want him in pain either. Having him hooked up to those machines, gave me hope that one day I would get a phone call saying he was ok. I didn’t want to plan a funeral for him because I didn’t want to accept him leaving me.

  “Ralph baby, you have to get up,” I cried. “I can’t bury you baby, please get up.” I pulled on his arms.

  “Oh God, Ralph, why are you doing this to me? I lost RJ, our baby and I can’t lose you. Think of Riley baby, she’s finally back to normal, this will only destroy her if she had to lose you. Please wake up Ralph, please, do it for me; do it for Riley, do it for the future kids that we have to have. I need you Ralph, I need you in order to function, I’m going crazy without you Ralph, baby, please!” I cried burying my head in the crook of his neck.

  I cried so much that I made myself sick. Running to the bathroom, I buried my head in the toilet bowl, as I threw up everything I had for breakfast and lunch. I sat on the floor with my knees pulled to my chest and cried. I couldn’t lose the love of my life and I was determined not to. I was prepared to bribe the doctor, just to keep him on the machines a little while longer. All he needed was some time… he was going to wake up. I had to make myself believe that in order to remain sane.

  Rinsing my mouth out with warm water, I washed my hands and my face and climbed back in bed with Ralph. Just as I was about to dose off, I felt something wet dripping on my cheeks. Looking up, Ralph was staring down at me with tears in his eyes.

  “Oh my god Ralph!” I sat up making sure my eyes weren’t seeing things.

  “He’s up! He’s up! I shouted running through the lobby of the hospital. Grabbing any nurse I could find, I dragged her to the room so she could see an alert Ralph.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  “He was up looking at me, I swear.” We looked over to Ralph who now had his eyes closed.

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “Yes I’m fucking sure, what the fuck you think, I am delusional?” I did see Ralph open his eyes, I could still fell his tears on my cheeks.

  Just as the nurse was going to leave the room, Ralph made a gurgling sound. The nurse hurriedly paged the doctor and rushed over to him. I watched her as she unhooked the tube out of his mouth and held his head up so he could cough. He started choking and she patted his back trying to help him regulate his breathing.

  As soon as the doctor made it to the room, he ushered me out and closed the door behind him. I watched as a few other doctors and nurses rushed into the room with all types of machines and computers. I frantically paced the hallway praying that Ralph was ok. I was on pins and needles, as I waited for the room door to open up. I felt myself going crazy with every second that went by.

  The door finally opened and the doctor came out. I tried to figure out the news by the look on his face, but I got nothing.

  “Is he going to be ok?” I asked almost running him off his feet.

  “I have never experienced anything like this.” The doctor looked at me with a blank expression on his face. “He was on his death bed, but now he’s up as if nothing happened.”

  Pushing past the doctor, I walked in the room and spotted Ralph sitting up in the bed. He kept his eyes trained on the door as if he was waiting on me to walk through it.

  “OMG Ralph.” I ran over to him with tears in my eyes.

  “It’s ok baby, I’m here now,” he said in a throaty voice.

  “I’m so sorry baby.”

  “I heard everything baby. I tried to make myself wake up, but it was as if something was holding me back. I could hear your cries and pleas. I was aware of everything that was going on, but I couldn’t get myself to wake up. I heard myself talking back to you, but you never replied.”

  “It’s been so hard for me,” I cried.

  “Shhhh, dry your tears baby, I’m back,” he weakly smiled.

  “As I was saying before, this is very miraculous. Never in my ten years of practice in medicine, have I experienced something like this. So far, all of the tests we have run on Ralph are normal. You will experience some pain and discomfort due to your body adjusting, but other than that, you should be fine. We do have to perform more tests and blood work to make sure everything is ok,” the doctor said, still with a look of shock on his face. “Wow, this unbelievable,” he scoffed, walking out of the room.

  “I gotta go call your mom,” I said frozen in place.

  “Come here.”

  I walked over and got in the bed with him, and he weakly wrapped his arms around me. He didn’t have energy so I didn’t want him doing too much. I didn’t care what condition he was in, as long as he was alive that was all that mattered.

  “Thanks for not giving up on me.” He kissed me on my forehead.

  “I couldn’t give up on you.”

  Picking up my left hand, he ran his finger across the huge diamond that he placed there. I wore my ring faithfully, never removing it. I was not accepting Ralph not waking up and us not getting married.

  “How’s the wedding planning going?” he asked.

  “Everything is done, you just need to get fitted for your suit,” I smiled.

  “You gained some weight, I like that shit,” he said smacking my ass. “How’s Riley?”

  “She’s doing pretty good. She started dancing and she loves it.”

  “That’s good? How’s Amber?” Ralph asked.

  “That bitch, she came at me sideways and RJ’s funeral. I almost had to pop a few in her ass.”

  “My gangsta bitch,” he laughed.

  “Have you heard from Kandi or saw Raphael?”

  “She brought him by your mom’s house last week, but I think she went ou
t of town or some shit like that.”

  “That’s what’s up. A nigga feeling drained, take a nap with me.” He pulled me close to him and I fell asleep in his arms, right after thanking God for answering my prayers.

  Chapter 12

  Honey

  Baby it’s you.

  You’re the one I love.

  You’re the one I need.

  You’re the only one I see.

  Come on baby it’s you.

  You’re the one that gives your all.

  You’re the one I can always call.

  When I need you make everything stop.

  Finally you put my love on top.

  Beyoncé’s “Love on Top” blasted through the stereo system I had installed in the bathroom, as I took a shower. I ran my hand over my pierced nipples and thought back to the day I got it. Cole kept hinting on how sexy I would look with my nipples pierced, so while he was in his coma I got it done.

  Off key, I helped Beyoncé sing the song, while I lathered my body with my A Thousand Wishes shower gel. My eyes were closed as I leaned my head backwards and washed my hair. My hair was now shoulder length so I had plans on cutting it into a one-sided bob.

  A blast of cool air hit my body causing my eyes to pop open. I stared at Cole’s naked body with lust-filled eyes, and he joined me in the shower. His dick grazed my ass as he reached to adjust the water. The smell of Kush on his skin let me know that he was high. I hurried and finished washing my body so I could get out of the bathroom. I didn’t want to be in the same space as Cole, since he walked out on me and decided to ignore my attempts to get in contact with him.

  Just as I was about to step out of the shower, I was grabbed by my shoulder and pushed against the decorative cream shower tiles. His red, low eyes, stared into mine, studying them. It was as if he were trying to look into my soul to see if I genuinely loved him.

  “I have a bridal party hair to do in an hour,” I moaned, feeling him run his tongue ring along the side of my neck.

  “All I need is fifteen minutes.” He lifted me out the shower and carried me to our room.