Married to a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “Bae you good?” Honey asked sitting on my lap.

  “I’m good, I just got a lot of shit on my mind,” I replied running my hands on her thighs.

  “Talk to me baby.” She kissed my neck, circling her tongue around it.

  “Can I trust you?”

  “What type of question is that?”

  “The type I want a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer to.”

  “Yes, baby you can trust me, you know that.”

  Looking in her face, I saw the sincerity. I knew Honey loved me because whenever she was around me I could feel it. I needed to get this load off my chest, but I didn’t want to possibly incriminate myself.

  “I killed my father,” I sighed looking her in her eyes.

  “You did what?” she asked.

  “I killed my father Honey.”

  “B-u-u-u-t why?”

  “I found out he had something to do with the death of my nephew and my brother being shot,” I said, purposely leaving out the detail of him hiring Rob. “I didn’t mean to do it though.”

  “What happened?”

  “I went over there to confront him. I spazzed out and pulled the trigger. Yeah, I pulled out the gun on him, but I wasn’t sure if I was going to kill him or not, it just happened,” I cried.

  For the first time in a long time, I cried. Honey held my head in her chest as she rocked me, allowing me to cry. I felt so at peace in Honey’s arms that I eventually drifted off to sleep.

  I woke up to us sitting in the same position, except Honey was now sleeping. I smiled down at her for being there for me when I needed her the most. If I wasn’t sure about wifing her then, I was now. I planned on making Honey my wife, but first I had to get rid of Rob’s ass.

  “Baby, go to sleep in the bed,” I said nudging her.

  “No, I’m up now,” she yawned.

  “Thank you baby,” I kissed her.

  “Anytime bae, but next time you want to kiss on me, brush your teeth first,” she joked.

  “Whatever.” I mushed her getting up.

  I pulled her in the shower with me and we took turns washing each other up. I was about to bend her over and bury my dick in her pussy, but the urgency in lil man’s voice as he cried out, had me taking a rain check.

  Honey got out to take care of the baby and I got dressed to go see Ralph. I’ve been ignoring his attempts to get in contact with me because I wasn’t able to face him yet. I didn’t hold anything against him; I just felt the need to distance myself to get myself together.

  Kissing Honey goodbye, I got in the car and headed to the club, where I knew the fellas were enjoying drinks and bullshitting. I walked to our VIP area and immediately spotted my niggas clowning around. I had my doubts about Chad, but he proved himself to be a real nigga, so I was finally accepting him as one of the brothers.

  “Look who decided to show his face,” Stacks said dapping me up. “Where you been?” he asked.

  “I’ve just been getting my head together.”

  “Well damn nigga, it’s great to have you back.” Chad brought me in for an embrace.

  “We got Skylar back.”

  “I know, I heard, I’m sorry I wasn’t there bruh.”

  “It’s cool as long as she’s home safe, that’s all that matters.”

  “I hear you,” I replied looking over at Ralph.

  The whole time we were chopping it up, he didn’t say a word. I knew he was hurt behind my actions, he probably thought that I was feeling like he put me in the position to kill my father, but that wasn’t the case. I just needed time from everyone to deal with my personal deamons. I made a mental not to let my brother know that I didn’t despise him, but now wasn’t the place to address it. I wanted to resolve this issue with my brother in private. Yeah, Stacks and Chad was our boys but this here was a family matter.

  “What the fuck are these pigs doing in my club?” Stacks asked, looking at the cops that were walking towards us.

  He got up, buttoned up his suit jacket, then walked over to meet them at the entrance of our VIP section.

  “How may I help you gentlemen?” he asked with a raise of his brow.

  “Are you Cole Washington?” the pig asked.

  “No, but I’m the owner and he is my employee. Again I ask, how may I help you gentlemen?”

  “If your name is not Cole then there’s nothing you can help us with.”

  I could feel Ralph’s eyes staring at me, asking me what I could’ve possibly done to have police on my ass. I knew why they were here asking for me, but I made sure to cover my tracks. I thought back to everything that happened that day and I was positive that I didn’t leave any evidence that could be used against me.

  Invading our VIP section, the pigs piled in one by one, hovering over me. I watched as one of them smirked before pulling out his handcuffs.

  “Cole Washington, you are under arrest for the murder of DC Washington. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law,” the pig said reading me my Miranda rights.

  “What the fuck?” Ralph asked finally saying something.

  The pigs forcefully cuffed me then dragged me out of the club. I was tossed in the back seat of the patrol car as if I was trash, and hauled off to the pig house for questioning.

  They had me in the interrogation room for three hours just sitting there, before someone finally came to question me. I watched enough cop shows to understand their tactics and that shit wasn’t working on me. I knew not to ask for a lawyer because Stack and Ralph had me covered.

  “Do you know why you are here?” a cop asked blowing cigarette smoke in my face.

  “I don’t know, you tell me,” I said fucking with him.

  “We have proof that says you murdered your father.”

  “My father is fucking dead and this is how I find out?” I snapped.

  “Stop the bullshit, we know you killed your father.”

  “Why the fuck would I kill my father?” I asked eyeing the motherfucker.

  “I don’t know, you tell me.”

  “Well if the person with all the answers doesn’t know then I don’t either.”

  “Witnesses can vouch that you and your father went fishing at the same lake his body was discovered,” he smirked, slamming pictures on the table of my father’s unrecognizable body.

  “Fuck! You need to be out there looking for the person who did this to my father instead of wasting your time on me!” I spat.

  “Real cute. You were fishing with your father the night of his murder, right?”

  Before I could answer the question, someone was knocking on the other side of the two-way mirror. I watched the officer get up and walk out of the door. A few more minutes, a lady by the name of Monica Lewinski walked in and introduced herself as my lawyer.

  “Don’t say anything; I will have you out of here within the next hour.”

  I sat back and waited for my lawyer to work her magic. I was nervous as fuck though because most likely, my father’s maid and wife could testify against me. Although the possibility of me ending up in jail kept running through my mind, I kept a straight face on.

  My lawyer got up and walked to the door. She was gone for a few minutes before she came back and told me I was free to go. I sat in the corridor and waited for my release papers then walked out of the precinct feeling better than ever.

  After thanking my lawyer and walking her to her car, I spotted Ralph waiting for me in the corner of the parking lot. I knew this time was coming, so I decided to get it over with. Jogging to his car, I got in and we pulled off. We were on 1-95 heading south when he finally spoke up.

  “You didn’t have to do it,” he said passing me the blunt. “ I could have handled it.”

  “It’s already done bruh, drop it.”

  “Drop it? You feeling like it’s my fault?” Ralph asked switching lanes.

  “It’s not your fault. I knew what I was doing when I went to visit him, I just wasn’t sure I wanted
him dead.”

  “You feeling guilty?” He asked.

  “A little bit. No matter how fucked up he was that was still my pops, he was all I knew.” I vented.

  “I’m sorry bruh.”

  “It’s cool, it’s done with now. I just gotta figure out how to get out of this jam.”

  “You already know Stacks got you so don’t sweat it.”

  “I figured that much. You see that fine ass lawyer he sent my way?” I licked my lips visualizing her fat ass.

  “Yeah, Monica’s a sexy motherfucker that’s good at what she does.”

  “How you feeling tho’?” I asked my brother.

  “I’ve been good. It’s taking me time to get back in the swing of things, but I’m adjusting. Check me out, Stacks need us to meet up at his crib right now.”

  “Cool. Let me call Honey and let her know I’m good,” I replied pulling out my phone and sending Honey a text. I received a text from an unknown number, but I decided to ignore it and check it later.

  Chapter 18

  Stacks

  Twenty dead Spanish motherfuckers and none of them were Carla. I took so many lives, that it was enough to build a cemetery. I was not sleeping nor putting my gun to rest until I had Carla begging for her life. She knew who she was fucking with when she decided to come for me, that’s why her ass was laying low.

  I learned that she hired a woman named Elizabeth, who was in debt with a notorious mob, to fill in for her in jail. The terms were that she would serve the rest of Carla’s prison sentence in exchange for the life of her children. I was now about to use that shit against her to get her to talk.

  With the help of my informant in the jailhouse, I was able to get the location of where her children were being held. I picked the locks of the door then threw a bomb inside that would immediately have everyone passing out. Pulling the mask over my face, my men and I walked through the house gathering bodies and dumping them in the van. I ordered the men to tie everyone to chairs as soon as they reached the warehouse.

  I had the jailhouse set up a private meeting between Elizabeth and me. I was going to force her ass to talk or watch her precious loved ones die. When she walked into the private room I requested to meet with her in, she sucked her teeth and asked the guard to end the visit.

  “Sit the fuck down,” I ordered, dismissing the guard.

  Catching the seriousness in my voice, she decided to take a seat.

  “Elizabeth Perez, I know the real reason you are serving the rest of Carla’s prison sentence,” I smirked looking her in the eyes.

  “You don’t know shit!” she spat.

  “I know enough to conclude that you would do anything to protect your family.”

  Her eyes became wide as saucers once I mentioned her family.

  “I see I have your attention now, good.” I picked up my iPad and FaceTime Ralph.

  “What’s good my boy?” he asked once his face appeared in the camera.

  “I have this bitch Elizabeth here and she thinks this shit is a game. Show her I mean business.” I flipped the camera to her so she could see the faces of her scared children, mother, father, and sisters.”

  “Let them go now!” she demanded with tears streaming down her face.

  “Tell me what I want to know about Carla and they are free to go.”

  “I can’t. She will kill us all,” she sobbed.

  “You fear Carla?” I laughed. “I’m the crazy motherfucker you should be scared of.”

  “Fuck you! Guard!” she yelled out.

  “Yo, take one down,” I said giving Ralph permission to kill one of her sisters.

  POW! POW! POW!

  Three shots later and her sister’s head was busted wide open.

  “Ahhhhhh nooooooo!” she screamed.

  “Tell me what I want to know now, or I will make you watch them all die,” I spat.

  “Ok. Ok. Carla is in Peru,” she confessed.

  “Where in Peru?”

  “In Lima. That’s all I know, I swear. She never allowed me to come to her house so I don’t know exactly where it is,” she cried. “Please believe me.”

  “What else can you tell me about Carla?”

  “She has a team in here as well. If they see me getting frequent visits, they will report back to her and I’m a dead woman.”

  “Name them.”

  “All of the women in the fifth ward block, all of them are workers for Carla.”

  “That’s your word?”

  “Yes, please don’t kill any more of them.”

  “They are free to go unless you lie to me.”

  “Thank you.” She nodded her head.

  Once I left the jail cell, I ordered a hit on the entire fifth ward block. It cost me a pretty penny, but money wasn’t an issue when it came to protecting my family. In order for me to sleep peacefully, Carla and anyone associated with her had to die.

  In a pair of black Gucci slacks, a white Gucci button up, and a pair of black Gucci dress shoes, I entered my warehouse where my meeting was being held. As soon as my presence was felt, the room became quiet as they awaited for me to speak. I was a man that held great power, however, that didn’t mean shit if I couldn’t eliminate people who thought it was okay to mess with my family. If I didn’t create a massacre then that would give other motherfuckers the green light to fuck with mine.

  “I got some information on Carla and we’re heading to Peru. She’s been staying there in Lima, I don’t know her exact location but you,” I pointed at my FBI search team, “Have twenty-four hours to give me a location, or you’re going to wake up with your dicks in your mouth!”

  “Yes boss,” they replied in unison.

  My phone buzzed with a text so I pulled it out to view the message.

  WIFEY: WHAT TIME YOU COMING HOME?

  ME: IN A FEW MINUTES EVERYTHING OK?

  WIFEY: YES, I JUST MISS YOU.

  ME: DADDY WILL BE HOME SOON.

  WIFEY: K DADDY (SMILEY FACE)

  “My queen is at home waiting on me. Ralph will finish up the meeting about next week’s drop and I want to see every one of your faces tomorrow at six am sharp. For every minute you are late that’s a thousand from your pay,” I said before leaving the building.

  On my way home, I stopped by a flower shop and bought my wife six dozen of lush orange roses. Lala was my everything and I would do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of her and my children. When I got home, Anna was in the kitchen finishing the dinner dishes.

  “Hey ma,” I kissed her on the cheeks.

  Over the years, Anna has become a mother to Lala and I. She was great with the kids and a big help around the house.

  “Hey handsome. Thank you for the vacation,” she smiled.

  “Anything for you beautiful.” I grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.

  “Stacks, I was thinking about dating,” she said causing me to choke on the water I was drinking.

  “Where did that come from?”

  “Well I’m not getting any younger, I think it’s time I find me a nice man that has all his teeth,” she joked.

  “Whenever you find him, make sure to bring him by, I need to make sure he’s the one,” I winked, kissing her again.

  “Well go on to bed, dinner is in the oven when you’re ready for it.”

  “Thank you ma.”

  “I love it when you call me ma,” she smiled.

  Anna retired to bed, as I sat at the table eating the oven-baked cheesy chicken alfredo. Anna made a bread bowl crust out of garlic bread had a nigga fallin’ in love. After scarfing down the food, I washed it down with another bottle of water then made my way upstairs. Stopping in the kids’ room, I kissed them before making sure they were nice and warm.

  The sound of soft music brought my attention to my bedroom. When I walked in, Lala was laying on the bed wearing a red see through negligee with nothing underneath. Her hair was freshly done in curls that hung down her back.

  “Here you go pretty
lady,” I said handing her the flowers.

  “My favorite.” She smiled sniffing them. “How was your day?”

  “Better now that I’m home with you.”

  “Oh really?” she smirked straddling my lap.

  “Mmm,” I moaned kissing her neck, chest, and then her lips.

  She started rotating her bare pussy in my lap, causing my dick to strain. I wanted so badly to flip her over, but images of her getting gang raped consumed me. I didn’t want my wife to think I didn’t desire her, because I did. I just felt that until I brought her justice that I wouldn’t get over it.

  “Baby, it’s been a long day,” I said hoping she caught the hint.

  “Stacks cut that shit out, I can feel how hard your dick is, so don’t even. Do I disgust you?” she asked getting up.

  “No baby, you don’t.”

  “Then why can’t I get you to make love to me?”

  “Lala, I won’t feel like myself until I take Carla down.”

  “Here this bitch goes fucking up my relationship again,” she fumed.

  “She’s not fucking up shit bae, it’s just that I have to handle this in order to put my mind at ease.

  “In other words, I’m going to spend another night fucking myself with a plastic dick. Screw you Stacks! You ain’t the only nigga in the world. I can find anyone to—”

  “To do what?” I asked getting in her face.

  “To fuck me the way you won’t!”

  “Don’t fucking play with me,” I said wrapping my hand around Lala’s throat. “I will fucking kill you if you ever think about fucking another nigga.”

  “Why shouldn’t I? You don’t even look at me the same,” she cried.

  I immediately started feeling like shit. Making my wife feel like she was unwanted was the last thing I ever wanted to do. Lala was my rib. All the love I have belonged to her. She was the only woman that I had eyes for.

  Fumbling with my belt buckle, I freed my dick and plunged it deep in her slippery, wet tunnel.

  “Is this what you wanted?” I asked deep stroking her with my hand still wrapped around her neck.

  “Yesssss daddy, deeper,” she moaned.