When Bae's a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  “Give me this shit!” I yelled, yanking the envelope from her.

  As I went through everything, I noticed my name and signatures on the checks, but I never signed any of them. I paid attention to the account and routing number on the check and that’s when I realized it was from the side account Joie opened. I remembered talking to her about it and she told me that this account was only for her to handle her personal needs. I knew the numbers all too well because there were times I would transfer money into the account for her.

  Putting two and two together, I looked over at Joie, praying she didn’t do what I think she did. The look she gave me told me she was guilty, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

  “Please tell me you didn’t keep my son away from me. Tell me this bitch is lying and you didn’t pose as me and send her money every month for a child I knew nothing about?” I asked Joie, praying she would tell me all of this shit was a lie.

  “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

  Feeling my anger rise through my body, I reached over and grabbed her trifling ass by the neck. I tried my best to squeeze the life out of her as I thought of her keeping me away from my son. All this time she knew about him and she kept him from me. Now all of this was starting to make sense. She wanted to rush our wedding so she could be my wife before any of this came out.

  “Let her the fuck go!” Mayhem yelled as he yanked me away from Joie’s snake ass.

  “Why would you do some shit like this to me? You listened to me beg you every night for a son and you didn’t feel the need to tell me I already had one out here. I wasn’t a father to my child because your ass wanted to be selfish. I’m done with you, bitch. This wedding is off. EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT! AIN’T NO FUCKING WEDDING!!” I yelled, as I destroyed everything.

  I ripped down every flower, chair cover, bow; any decorative item in sight, I destroyed. I was hurt that the woman I loved, the woman I laid down to every night could sleep well knowing that I had a son somewhere out there that I knew nothing about.

  “Maleek, please,” Joie begged.

  “Get this bitch out of here before I body her ass!” I yelled, reaching in the small of my back for my gun.

  “Maleek, I know you’re hurt, but you need to calm down now. There are children here,” my mother sternly said. “Walk with me,” she said in an attempt to cool me down. I rarely lost my temper, but when I did, all hell broke loose.

  “I know your ass wasn’t about to pull out a gun in front of your daughter,” my mother said, snatching the gun from me and handing it to Ramsey.

  “Why would she do some shit like this to me?” I asked, trying to understand Joie’s reasoning.

  “First things first, we need to figure out if this child is yours,” my mother said.

  “She must have felt a certain way because she was sending Stacy money for years,” I said.

  “We have to get to the bottom of everything. Let’s sit down and talk before we start jumping to conclusions,” my mother reasoned.

  “Clear everyone out. Tell them they are more than welcome to enjoy a nice meal at the reception if they wish, but I want no one in here but Joie, my sons, and Stacy,” my mother ordered to the wedding planner.

  “Yes, ma’am,” she replied before walking away.

  Joie, Stacy, Mayhem, Ramsey, my mother and I all stood in a conference room that was located in the banquet hall. Mayhem was holding me hostage in the corner so I wouldn’t jump up and fuck Joie up, while Ramsey stood between Joie and Stacy. My mother stood in the center of the room with her hands on her hip, unsure of where to begin.

  “Speak,” my mother said to Stacy.

  “It was not my intention to break up this wedding. I kept reaching out to Maleek and when I wasn’t getting the response I wanted, I was left with no other option. In my last letter, I explained how sick MJ was and how he needed a kidney transplant. I wasn’t a match and there was no telling when I could get one from the donor’s list, so I reached out for help. I figured that was the least Maleek could do for our son,” Stacy said, causing my jaw to twitch. The fact that my son was sick and needed me further pissed me off.

  “Why did you leave knowing you were pregnant?” my mother asked.

  “When I left, I had no idea I was pregnant. Macy and Joie basically came to me and threatened me to go away. I was sick and tired of playing number two to Maleek, so when they offered me the money, I took it and left. I met this guy, my fiancé, and we were in love. He was ok with raising a baby that was not his and for once, I was happy again knowing that I was a priority to someone. We were doing a good job at raising MJ until he lost his job and I needed the help. I reached out to Maleek, sent pictures, and even offered to do a DNA test. I was ok with him not wanting to be there because MJ had my fiancé, but I wanted him to be responsible for helping me raise our son. Maleek, or Joie—whichever one it was—wrote me back and told me to cease all contact and that I would get a check every month. Birthdays and Christmas MJ always received a lot of stuff so I wasn’t really complaining. When MJ started getting older, he questioned my fiancé about being his father, so I sat him down and came clean to him. I told him my fiancé wasn’t his real father. I also lied and told him his father was like an army dad and that is why he couldn’t be in his life as much as he wanted him to be,” Stacy said, wiping a few tears from her eyes.

  “Let me see a picture of him,” I said.

  Stacy pulled out her phone, then handed it to me. The more I scrolled through the pictures, the more I saw myself; MJ was the spitting image of me. There was no way to deny he was my child, which further pissed me off.

  “I’m willing to take a DNA test. I have nothing to hide; I know MJ is yours,” Stacy said.

  “Why the fuck would your dumb ass do some shit like that, huh?” I said, throwing Stacy’s phone across the room. “Why hadn’t you located me and brought me my son before? Why wait this fucking long?” I lashed out at her.

  Joie was wrong as fuck, but I held Stacy accountable as well. The fact that she was ok with letting another nigga raise my son blew me. I was so disgusted with these two females that if it wasn’t for Mayhem cornering me, I would have fucked them both up.

  “I tried.”

  “By sending fucking letters? Letters?! Really?!!! You should have found me like you found your way here on my wedding day! You could have dropped him off on my front porch with a fucking note. I hold you responsible for me missing out on my son!” I yelled.

  “How the fuck was I supposed to know that it wasn’t you behind those damn letters?” she asked.

  “You should have known me better than that, Stacy, man! You know I’m not the type to skip out on my responsibilities. I was trying to get you to have my baby, so what makes you think all of a sudden I wouldn’t have wanted him?”

  “You put me in a fucked up situation. You knew I loved you, but you kept playing me for her. I felt like shit knowing I was fucking behind the next bitch and there wasn’t nothing I could do about it. I loved you enough to continue to fuck with you, but the day I took that money and decided to start my life over, I chose myself. I deserved better than what you were giving me,” she shot at me.

  “Get the fuck outta here with that shit, man. You knew it was always you!” I truthfully said. Had Stacy stayed, I wouldn’t have been with Joie now. I loved Joie, no doubt, but from the jump, my heart was always with Stacy.

  “All of that doesn’t matter now, your son needs you,” she whispered, as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “He’s sick and he needs his father,” she cried.

  “Where is he?”

  “I brought him down to Miami Children’s Hospital,” she replied.

  “Let’s go. Mayhem, I need you to pull some strings to get a DNA test done for me ASAP. I know he looks like me, I just want to be sure,” I said.

  “I’m on it, bro,” he replied.

  “What about me?” Joie had the nerve to ask.

  “What about you, bitch? You violated in the worse way,” I sp
at at her.

  “Ramsey, take Joie home and let her cool down. You two have to talk this out. I know now is not the time since Maleek is hot and on edge, but it has to happen,” my mother said.

  “Ma, I ain’t got shit to say to her,” I waved her off.

  “You was just getting ready to marry her!” my mother shouted.

  “Yeah, that was before I found out she cheated her way to my heart. She always knew Stacy had it, that’s why she paid her to leave, then kept my baby a secret from me. When it came to Stacy, Joie was always insecure,” I spat.

  “Stacy took the money so they equally played a role in this shit. Hell, your ass is at fault as well. Had you not been playing with both women’s heart and stuck with one from the get go, none of this would have been happening,” my mother lectured. “Did you wait until he was getting married to barge in and fuck shit up?” my mother asked Stacy.

  “No. I didn’t even know he was getting married until I reached out to Macy and she told me. I am very much happily engaged. I don’t want Maleek; I want him to be in his son’s life,” she said, waving her not so big rock in the air.

  “I should have known Macy’s messy ass was behind this shit.” I shook my head.

  “That bitch!” Joie yelled.

  “She should be worrying about Mace not being Mayhem’s son instead of putting her mouth in my damn business!” I yelled, causing everyone to look my way.

  “I knew that lil nigga wasn’t yours; I just ain’t wanna be the one to say shit,” Ramsey said.

  I looked over at my brother and I could see that he was hurt. He really loved Mace as his own, but he did have some doubt. To have the truth thrown in your face like that when he tried his best to ignore it was really fucked up. Macy and Joie were two of a kind; both of those snake hoes were no good. All they ever did was do dirt and cover up for each other.

  “Wow,” my mother said, as she stood there speechless. “Ramsey, make sure if you even decided to take Emma down the aisle she don’t come with drama like these bitches your brothers chose to marry. I swear I don’t know who to fuck up first,” she sighed deeply.

  My mother was 38 hot, so I knew all that rational, let’s talk about this like adults shit was going to get thrown out the window.

  Like a madman, Mayhem pushed his way out of the conference room.

  “Ramsey, go get your brother before he does something dumb.”

  “I swear if any of you touch me, I’m laying y’all out on sight,” Mayhem spat before he left.

  “Hand me Maleek’s gun,” my mother said to Ramsey.

  “Ma, what are you about to—”

  “Don’t worry about it, just hand me the damn gun!” my mother yelled.

  “Joie, home. I need you to call up Diego and have him meet me at Macy’s house. I’m about to drop these two off at the hospital. I need to stop Mayhem’s hot head ass before he gets his ass thrown in jail,” she huffed.

  Macy

  I was pissed off when Mayhem’s dumbass mama kicked everyone out of the banquet hall. Shit was starting to get real juicy and I hated that I had to miss all the drama. I knew it would be only a matter of time before Joie’s ass would call me crying the blues.

  I had nothing against Joie—I actually like the girl—but I couldn’t sit back and allow her to marry into the family that I was forced out of. When Stacy reached out to me for a location for Maleek, I played dumb. I told her that Joie and Maleek moved and I didn’t know their address, but they were getting married and I could give her the address. At first, I thought she wasn’t about that life, but with me in her ear, she decided to pop up.

  The look on Joie’s face when Stacy walked in was priceless. If I weren't the one behind the madness, I would have burst out laughing. Joie was so happy about marrying Maleek, but now her ass would be lucky if she made it out of that hall alive.

  “Mama, can we go to Daddy’s house now?” Maliah asked me.

  “Daddy is busy right now. When he calls, I’ll let him know you want to go over there,” I said with my eyes glued to Facebook.

  I just knew somebody was going to post about what happened and I was ready.

  “Well, since we’re not in the wedding anymore, can you take us somewhere?” Maliah continued to bother me.

  “No, Maliah, damn. Can’t you see I’m busy!” I yelled at her.

  “Tiny is never too busy to take us to have fun,” she said, pissing me off.

  “Get out of my face with that before I smack you!” I yelled at her. I knew Tiny was over there brainwashing my kids whenever they came over, which is why I had something for her ass. I was going to make sure that bitch lost her man the same way I lost him.

  Loud banging on my door startled me, causing me to jump up from the couch. I walked over to the door and spotted Mayhem standing there looking all sexy with a mug on his face and shit. I figured he was mad about Joie’s ass and came to talk to me about it. Running my fingers through my hair, I opened the door with a smile on my face.

  “Hey, baby daddy!” I cooed.

  “Where are my kids?” he asked.

  “Daddy!!!” Maliah yelled before I could respond.

  “Hey, baby.” he smiled down at her.

  “Are we going with you since we’re not in the wedding anymore?” she asked.

  “Yes, you are. Go get your sister and Mace,” he said.

  “Where are you taking them?” I asked.

  “Home with me; it is still a part of my weekend.” He sucked his teeth. I could tell he was mad about something, but couldn’t figure out what.

  I watched as he carried Mace and walked with the girls to his car. He placed them inside and that’s when I noticed Tiny in the driver’s seat. I could see them in a heated argument before she finally drove off.

  “Why the fuck is she driving off with my kids?” I asked when Mayhem walked back in the house.

  He closed the door behind him, locked it, and pulled out his gun from the small of his waist.

  “Who the fuck is Mace’s father?” he asked me.

  I just knew at that moment I was fucked. Joie must have found out I was the one who sent Stacy and ratted my ass out. When I was putting my plan in motion, I didn’t think about that shit actually backfiring on me.

  “What are you talking about? I asked, playing stupid.

  “Don’t fucking play with me,” he said, cocking his gun back and pushing it to my head. “Does Mace belong to me?”

  “No,” I truthfully replied.

  WHAM!

  He backhanded me, catching me by surprise. Mayhem wasn’t the type to put his hands on women, but I knew I just fucked his head up. I lay balled up in a fetal position on the floor, afraid to move, fearing that he would kill me if I did.

  “Why the fuck would you do some shit like that to me, huh?” he yelled, pulling me up by my hair. “I ain’t do shit but be loyal to your ass and the moment I get jammed up, you go pop your pussy for the next nigga, getting pregnant and shit!”

  His eyes were wide and black as he shook me with every word he spat. The vein on the side of his neck protruded, showing how angry he truly was. Mayhem was seconds away from ending my life and I was hoping someone would come save me.

  My prayers were answered when Diego and Mayhem’s mom came barging in the house. Good thing I never changed the locks and she still had her key. I knew I wasn’t her favorite person in the world, but I also knew for a fact she wasn’t going to allow her son to kill me.

  “Mayhem, let her go,” she said, walking over to us.

  “Ma, this bitch lied to me. Had me believing that lil nigga was my son. I had my doubts, but I just knew this little nigga was mine. She took that shit from me!” Mayhem vented with his voice cracking.

  I started to feel bad for the position I put Mayhem in. I should have never allowed him to get close to Mace without telling him he belonged to someone else. I just had so much hope for us working shit out that I decided to allow Mayhem to believe Mace was his son.

  “I kno
w, baby, but don’t let this bitch be the reason you end up back in jail,” his mother tried to reason.

  “If I kill this hoe, I ain’t going to jail, trust me,” Mayhem replied.

  “I know. I would never let you go back to jail. I would help you get rid of this bitch before I let any of that go down; however, that’s beside the point, you’re better than this.”

  “Dumb bitch, you better never cross paths with me or I will kill your ass!” he spat, throwing me hard into the TV stand.