Married to a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Amber rolled her eyes as she opened the door.

  “I came to check on you,” I replied looking down at her dressed in a pair of scrubs.

  “Well I’m fine.” She smacked her lips, as she got ready to leave the house.

  “Are you sure?” I asked pulling her towards me.

  “No, I’m not ok Ralph, I lost my fucking son!”

  “I lost a son too.”

  “But you have another one to fall back on, I have no one! RJ was everything I had and now he’s gone and it’s all your fault.”

  “How the fuck is RJ’s murder my fault?”

  “I’m not dumb, the streets talk. I know the hit was supposed to be for you but instead my son paid the price with his life. I should have remained a bitch and kept him from going over there.”

  “This is not my fault,” I whispered trying to convince myself.

  “Yeah whatever.” She rolled her eyes.

  I watched as Amber got in her car and pulled off. Pulling out an envelope from my back pocket, I placed it in her mailbox. I knew the money couldn’t bring RJ back, but I felt like I owed her. If I would have never threated to kill her if she didn’t give me my son, then she would have been here.

  Kandi kept blowing me up, so I made it my business to go see here before making my way home. Lisa was calling me nonstop inquiring my whereabouts, but I just ignored all her calls. She was only going to nag me about getting rest, so I decided to deal with her later.

  Knocking on Kandi’s door, I waited for her to answer. When she came to the door with my son, I immediately grabbed him and sat on the porch swing with him in my lap. It’s been a minute since I saw my baby boy and I was missing him something terrible.

  “Ralph, we need to talk,” Kandi said with a serious look on her face.

  “What’s up?” I asked tickling my son.

  “I’m scared for your life,” she replied on the verge of tears. “I know we’re not together and we will probably never be together, but I don’t want Raphael losing you.”

  “What are you talking about?” I asked bouncing my son on my right knee.

  “Your father wants you dead and he is holding Rob daughter’s hostage until he does it. He already killed Rob’s baby mother and Rob is really trying to come after you to save his kids’ life.”

  “How do you know all of this?” I asked.

  “My cousin, Prancer, is Rob’s sister. Prancer is Chad’s baby mother. I helped her take her daughter from Chad because I was under the impression that Cinnamon was trying to harm her. Anyways, one day while I was over there, I went to the bathroom and I overheard Rob arguing on the phone with DC. The only reason I knew it was him is because he was on speaker and he kept referring to you as his bastard child.”

  “Do you know where Rob is?”

  “That’s what’s fucking with me, they just up and moved. They were located in Flint, but when I went over there the other day, they were gone.”

  “Do you have any idea where they can be?”

  “No and that’s the scary part. I’m just scared they’ll run up on you and end your life. I can’t raise the baby on my own,” she cried.

  “It’s ok Kandi, I’m going to always be here for my son,” I said rubbing her back. “Ayo, I’m about to flex, but I’m going to come back and take him for the weekend.”

  “Ok,” she sobbed.

  “Go in the house and lock up,” I said kissing the baby and handing him back to her.

  I waited until they went inside and the locks for the door to click, before getting in my car and heading home. Lisa was in the kitchen helping Riley with her homework and cooking dinner when I walked in. I kissed Riley on her cheek, then wrapped my arms around Lisa’s waist.

  “Hey bae, where you been?” she asked kissing me on the lips.

  “At the graveyard, then I went to go see Amber and Kandi.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Mmm what?” I asked.

  “Nothing baby, dinner should be ready in a little bit,” Lisa replied.

  “Tight work.” I smacked her on the ass before walking to my office.

  I tried calling Cole, but he didn’t answer. I guess he was still feeling salty about me accusing his pops for trying to get at me. Eventually I was going to end DC’s life, I just hopped that it doesn’t ruin my brother’s and my friendship. Scrolling through my contacts, I called Stacks to schedule a mandatory meeting.

  “Stacks, I need you and Chad to meet me at my house ASAP!” I said once Stacks answered the phone.

  “Say no more,” he responded before hanging up.

  I laid back in my executive Aeron chair, rotating my stress balls in my right hand. I sent my brother a text asking him to meet me, but my text went unanswered. I really love the bond my brother and I have developed and I wasn’t going to accept it tarnishing.

  I set the room up with weed, liquor and food as I waited for them to show up. When Stacks and Chad finally arrived, we got high, ate and got on chill mode, before I hit them with the news.

  “Anyone of y’all spoke with Cole?” I asked.

  “Nah,” they both replied.

  “I got some news that will blow y’all fucking minds.”

  “All ears nigga,” Stacks said.

  “I was right, DC was behind everything. He hired that nigga, Rob to do it. He’s been holding that nigga’s kids hostage as leverage.” I took a swig of my beer. “Oh, and your baby mama got your kid,” I said to Chad.

  “My what?” Chad asked looking like he saw a ghost.

  “Your baby mama, Prancer has Skylar,” I repeated.

  “How the fuck is that possible when I killed the bitch?” he asked looking at me sideways.

  “She’s my baby mama’s kin, and she came clean with a nigga.”

  “Fuck!” Chad yelled punching the middle of my desk.

  “Did your baby mama say where they were at?”

  “They were in Flint, but they relocated.”

  “Chicago,” Chad said with a dazed look on his face.

  “What nigga?” I asked.

  “That bitch is in Chicago. I remember her telling me about a house she had up there. If she thinks that her cover wasn’t blown then that’s where she would be. I’m the only one that knows about that house. I gotta go get my baby.”

  “Down boy, chill out tonight and we can head over there in the morning. You need to calm down first.”

  “Fuck, I can’t believe this shit!” Chad said before he stormed out of my office.

  Stacks and I smoked a few blunts before he went home to his wife. Again, I tried to get in contact with Cole, to no avail. If he wasn’t going to answer my calls, then I was going to his house to make him talk to me.

  *****

  Dressed in a pair of black cargos, a black and red muscle shirt, and a pair of black and red Jays, I hopped in my Maserati and headed to Cole’s house. Cole’s main car was in the driveway, so I knew he had to be home. Parking my car behind his, I made my way to his door and used my key to let myself in.

  “Anyone home?” I asked walking through the house. Everything was quiet with the exception of the television playing in the back room.

  Cole was sitting on the couch slumped, while the TV watched him. I could see empty bottles of Cîroc and pills scattered everywhere. Inspecting the pill, I began to get angry. I hated when Cole popped off on them ecstasy pills; it’s been a while since he did it so I figured he’d quit.

  “Wake the fuck up,” I violently shook him.

  When he finally opened his eyes, they were bloodshot red. Picking him up, carried him to the bathroom, sat him in the tub and turned on the cold water. I allowed the water to beat at his skin, shocking his high. When he started trembling, I knew his high was wearing off, so I left him under the water for another fifteen minutes before taking him out.

  I wasn’t in the business of looking at nigga’s dicks, but I had to change him out of these wet clothes he had on. I grabbed a fresh pair of
boxers and a wife beater out of his dresser, and proceeded with dressing him.

  “I killed him,” Cole kept babbling. “I killed him.”

  “You killed who?” I asked, laying him in the bed.

  “I killed him, I killed him, he deserved to die,” he ranted.

  I sat on the floor next to his bed and listened to him rant until he fell asleep. When he woke up, I was sitting in the same spot awaiting answers. I needed to know who he killed and why he did it.

  “Ralph?” Cole asked looking at me.

  “Sup bruh, you good?”

  “Nah man, I killed him and it’s eating me up.”

  “Who did you kill?”

  “I killed daddy and I don’t know how to deal with this shit.”

  “You killed DC?” I asked feeling myself about to break out and do the happy dance.

  “You were right, he tried to kill you. I look that nigga in the eyes trying to get an understanding and all he could think about is me becoming the king of Miami.”

  “Damn that nigga is sick.” I chewed the inside of my jaws.

  “Pops said you had our brother, Bear murdered.”

  “What did you just say?”

  “Pops said his real reason for gunning for you is because you and Stacks were behind the murder of his son, Bear, you know the fat nigga y’all used to roll with.”

  “Bear was DC’s son?” I asked no one in particular. “How in the fuck?!”

  “I’m not sure, but that’s what that nigga said before I off’d him.” Cole whispered.

  “Good looking out, where is the body?” I asked eyeing him.

  “Sinking in the lake.”

  “You left any evidence?”

  “Nah, I cleaned up thoroughly.”

  “Damn bruh, I’m sorry you had to do that shit man. I would have never wanted to put you in the middle of us beefing.”

  “What’s done is done; I just have to figure out how to live with it.”

  “It’s gon’ get better bruh, believe that.”

  “I hope so,” he said staring off in space with pain-filled eyes.

  Chapter 16

  Chad

  Hearing that Prancer was still alive, fucked me up. How the fuck she survived that fire was beyond me, but I guess it was my fault for not making sure she was dead first. I wanted to handle Prancer’s ass alone, but Ralph and Stacks insisted they went with me in hopes of finding Rob. Cole was still MIA, so we were going on this mission without him.

  The whole plane ride to CHI town, I kept thinking of all the ways I was going to kill Prancer. I was going to chop her body up and make sure there was no way she could resurface. With my head against the headrest, I allowed Kendrick Lamar to put me in my zone as I waited to land.

  “What’s the plan?” I asked Stacks, who seemed to think me running up in the house and snatching up Prancer was a bad idea.

  “We need to scope out the house first; if we move too soon and Rob is not there, we might risk him fleeing.”

  “Cool,” I nodded placing my headphones back in my ear.

  On the third day of watching the house, we realized that Rob wasn’t here. We would watch Prancer and Skylar come and go, with no sign of Rob. Every time I would see that bitch with my baby girl, my trigger finger would began to itch, but because I was told to wait, there was nothing I could do.

  “I’m moving in,” I said feeling as if we were wasting time.

  “I agree, that nigga ain’t here,” Ralph replied.

  With guns in tow, we walked to Prancer’s door and I kicked that bitch down. Stacks gave me a look of disapproval, but I ain’t give a fuck. It was my daughter in that motherfucker being held captive, not his.

  “Put the fucking gun down,” I yelled when I walked in to see Prancer holding a gun to my daughter’s head.

  “Leave my fucking house Chad, now!” she yelled.

  “There are three of us and one of you, there is no way you making it out of here alive,” I smirked.

  “That may be so, but you don’t want to lose your daughter.”

  “Prancer, chill the fuck out.”

  “Get the fuck out of my house and disappear.”

  The Prancer standing before me looked like the devil himself. Her skin was bubble and burnt and she looked like she hadn’t slept in days. Her once beautiful mane was now disheveled and tangled. The deranged look on her face let me know that she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

  “If I can’t have Skylar no one can. You got life fucked up if you think I’m going to sit back and watch the next bitch raise her.” She chuckled, “You kill me she dies too.” She gripped her finger around the trigger.

  POW!

  The gun went off causing my heart to sink. I ran over to Skylar and quickly grabbed her before she could hit the floor.

  “Nigga you could have shot her!” I snapped at Ralph.

  “But I didn’t, my aim is official, I got that bitch in the head too,” he smirked, looking at Prancer’s limp body.

  I wasn’t taking any more chances, so I emptied my clip in Prancer’s lifeless body. I gave Stacks the baby so I could chop her body up. I wanted to sleep well tonight knowing that there was no way Prancer’s ass was coming back to life. After chopping her up with the help of Ralph, I placed her body parts in a big black garbage bag and threw it in the trunk of the car.

  We stopped at a dumpster where I scattered her body parts and set the whole thing on fire.

  “Come back from that,” I spat slamming the lid of the dumpster closed.

  ****

  I sat on the floor and played video games with CJ, while my daughters played with their Barbie dolls. Since Skylar was back home, I was finally feeling complete. I could sleep, eat, and fuck my wife the right way without worrying if my daughter was in harm’s way. Cinnamon was still mad at me so tonight I was making it up to her.

  My mother came over to watch the kids, and I got ready for our date. Cinnamon dressed in silence, while I stole glances at her. She was looking sexy as hell in a tight black spandex dress with the mesh top. I almost called off our date so I could get deep between them legs.

  The ride to the beach house, she spent on her phone texting. When we arrived, she rolled her eyes and got out the car. I knew she hated being around a nigga, but all of that was about to change.

  I walked her to the beach where I had a romantic dinner set up for us in a boat. We docked the boat, took our seats and waited to be served. Cinnamon ordered the baked cod dinner and I ordered the lobster and steak dinner. While we waited for our meals, we sipped on our drinks and watched the water.

  “You look beautiful tonight,” I complimented my wife.

  “Thank you Chad.”

  “Can you chill, don’t you see I’m trying to make up for everything?”

  “Yes Chad, I know, you stay doing some shit you have to make up for.”

  “That’s not fair Cinny.”

  “And you think disappearing on me for weeks was?”

  “I said I was sorry.”

  “Maybe sorry ain’t enough,” she shrugged.

  “What you tryna say Cinnamon?”

  “I’m saying you need to get your shit together. I’m not some bimbo botch that’s gon’ sit here and let you treat me any type of way. I never was dumb behind a nigga and I’m not gonna start being dumb now!”

  “I respect that baby. How’s everything coming along with the new building? I peeped the credit card statement.”

  “Everything is coming along fine.” She smiled, “We should be up and running by the end of this month.”

  “I’m proud of you baby. Your man has enough money to have you laced for life, but you still go out and make your own. Although, I would rather you stay at home with the kids, I respect your hustle.”

  “Thank you bae.”

  “To us, may we continue to keep this love; divorce is not an option for us so you’re stuck with me for life.” I raised my glass.

  “Not unless I kill you,” she smirked, c
onnecting our glasses before taking a sip of her wine.

  “Damn, something about the way you said that shit got a nigga ready to bend that ass over.” I reached under the table and slipped my hands under her dress. “No panties,” I smirked.

  “Ooooooooooohhhh,” Cinnamon moaned, spreading her legs wider.

  I used my finger to tease her clit before plunging two deep in her. While my middle and index fingers pumped in and out of her, my thumb rubbed against her clit.

  “Mmm,” she moaned throwing her head back.

  I slipped my head under the table and replaced my fingers with my tongue. Cinnamon had some sweet pussy I couldn’t get enough of. I wasn’t a big fan of eating pussy, until I met Cinnamon. I was so in love with that girl that I was willing to eat her pussy every day, three times a day, for the rest of my life.

  “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn daddy!” Cinnamon called out releasing her nectar in my mouth.

  Licking everything up, I sucked her dry before reappearing from under the table. The waiter was just standing there looking at us as if he never watched a porno a day in his life.

  “Our food please,” I said with a chuckle snapping him out of his trance.

  He nervously placed our food on the table before briskly walking away.

  “Did you see the look on his face?” Cinnamon asked.

  “If you wasn’t doing all that hooting and hollering, he probably wouldn’t have look so embarrassed.”

  “Shut up,” she said taking a bite of her food.

  “Cinnamon, I love you baby.”

  “I love you more,” she smiled.

  The rest of the night was spent with us enjoying our meal and boat ride. When the boat docked, I had Cinnamon bent over the side of the boat fucking the life out of her. We decided to spend the night at our beach house, fucking on every inch of South beach.

  Chapter 17

  Cole

  Dealing with the death of my father was the hardest shit I ever had to do. Knowing that I was the one that killed him, fucked me up in the worst way. Chasity has been calling me nonstop, asking me if I knew where my father was, but I told her I didn’t. She was about to file a missing person’s report on him, so I encouraged her to do so. I couldn’t tell her not to do it and make myself look suspicious.