by Lucinda John
When it came to my kids, mother, and Tiny, I wasn’t taking any chances. I made sure there was around the clock security detail around everyone. They were under strict orders to keep a close eye on them. Any slip-up, my security detail would pay for it with the life of one of their family members.
Stacy
“You sure you don’t need me to come with you?” Maleek asked.
“No, I’m going to be fine. Dre is out on the road with the crew for two weeks so that gives me enough time to handle my business and fly back,” I responded.
“You’re sure?” he quizzed.
“Yes, I’m sure,” I assured him.
“Have a safe flight.”
“I will. Kiss my baby for me,” I replied, as I got out of the car and made my way to the airport.
Since I didn’t plan on staying home, I decided to fly back with nothing but my purse. My plan was to pack up all of me and MJ’s stuff and ship them back to Maleek’s. I was also going to talk to my landlord about breaking my lease since I was only two months away from my next renewal.
I wanted to break things off with Dre face to face, but when he got angry enough to put his hands on me, I decided to handle everything while he was away. I was able to pull up the routes online and decided to make my move when he would be gone for a long period of time.
When my flight landed, I requested an Uber driver back home. It felt weird driving through my old neighborhood since I’ve gotten so used to being back in the sunshine state. When I arrived at the house, I spotted my candy apple Beamer parked in the driveway. I worked hard to purchase my baby, so I made plans to take her with me.
An eerie feeling came over me as I stuck my keys in the lock. Brushing it off, I turned the knob and pushed the door open. Before I could fully make my way into the house, I was greeted by a foul smelling odor.
“What the fuck?” I plugged my nose as I walked through the mess.
“I knew your ass was going to try to come back when I left, that’s why I had someone else go in my place,” Dre said, causing me to jump.
“Don’t get scared now,” he smirked, as he closed the door behind me.
“Dre, let me—”
“What? Explain?” he asked, cutting me off. “You want to explain to me why you decided to leave me to go fuck with your baby daddy? You want to explain to me how you been laid up with that nigga when you were supposed to be caring for your sick son? What the fuck is it that you want to explain?” he asked.
“I never meant to hurt you, but—”
“But what, Stacy? A nigga with fatter pockets came around and took you from me. You even took off my ring, Stacy. That’s how we’re doing it now?”
“I just want to get my stuff and leave in peace,” I said, trying to ease my way out of this situation.
“The only way you’re leaving this house is in a body bag and I put that shit on my life!” he yelled, causing me to jump back in fear.
“Don’t get scared now. Your ass wasn’t scared when you were hopping all over that nigga’s dick,” he spat.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“Because I own your ass! When you left that nigga that was playing you to the left for the bitch he ended up being with, I was there for you! I showed you the meaning of true love. I showed you how it felt to have a nigga love you and only you. Now you want to repay me by creeping in the house and trying to move without me knowing. Your skank ass wasn’t even decent enough to tell me face to face you was done with me.”
“I’m sorry,” I cried.
“That crying shit ain’t going to help you. It’s either you stay your ass put or die behind that nigga,” he said.
“What about MJ?”
“That lil nigga good where he at,” he replied.
“I’m not living my life leaving my son behind.”
“You have no fucking choice,” he snapped.
“I do and I choose not to!” I yelled.
POW!
He punched me hard in the face, sending me crashing to the floor.
POW! POW! POW!
He continued to punch me, causing me to cry out in pain.
“STOP, DRE!” I yelled, feeling my body burn in pain.
“You want to leave me, huh? Well, I’m about to beat some fucking sense into you!” he hollered, as he rained vicious blows all over my body.
I did my best to protect my face, but that only pissed him off more.
“You’re trying to hide your face so you can look pretty for that nigga?” he asked, snatching me by the new twenty-two-inch Brazilian weave I just had installed.
“AHHHH!” I yelled, as I could feel my hair being ripped out of my scalp.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” he yelled, as he continued to punch me.
BOOM!
“What the fuck?” Dre said, as it sounded like someone trying to kick the door down.
“Did you bring that nigga here with you?” he angrily asked, as he started to stomp me.
“I didn’t,” I sobbed. “Please, stop!”
BOOM! BOOM!
Two more kicks later and the door was being knocked off the hinges.
POW!
A single gunshot rang through the house, knocking Dre to the ground.
“We have a problem,” I heard a voice say.
I tried to look up at the man that came to rescue me, but my vision kept going in and out.
“Maleek, I found her and she’s beaten badly,” was the last thing I heard before darkness claimed me.
Macy
It was a great day in the neighborhood as I sat back enjoying life while eating butter pecan ice cream. I was happy to find out that Tiny lost her baby and even happier when I learned it caused problems between her and Mayhem. For once, shit was going my way and I was really happy about it.
“What the fuck?” I asked, as I turned the volume up on the TV.
There was a photo of Elias’ face plastered on the screen as Crime Stoppers begged for anyone to come forward with tips. The caption read that Elias was robbed then brutally murdered, but I knew better than that. This whole thing had the Godfrey brothers written all over it.
“What you over here watching?” Robert asked.
“You remember that cop I was telling you about, the one that was willing to help us?”
“Yeah.”
“They got him.”
“Who got him?” Robert asked.
“Mayhem and his brothers; they killed dude. Somehow, they may have found out that Elias was after them and they had his ass murdered.”
“How you know for sure?”
“This shit is Mayhem’s style—straight gruesome. Trust me, I know.”
“Don’t you have a court case coming up?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I have a way to get things ruled in your favor,” Robert said.
“Really?” I excitedly asked.
“Yes, but you have to be willing to go with the flow.”
“I’m willing. I’ll do whatever,” I truthfully answered.
At this point, my loyalty was with Robert more than it was with the Godfrey brothers. After all the shit I’ve been through with them, the moment Mayhem got sick and tired of me, they all dropped me like last week’s trash. If it was up to me, all of those motherfuckers could die one by one. The way Robert was moving, he was about to have this whole city on lock and I would once again have my seat on the throne, where I belong. Just thinking about all the trips, gifts, bags, money, and cars had me excited.
“Cool, here’s what we’re going to do…”
Mayhem
Diego came through with his squad of niggas and they brought noise to the Cubans. We damn near wiped out all of those motherfuckers that decided to fuck with us. I thought about reaching out to Maddog to see why the change of heart, but I was sick of playing Mr. Nice Guy. They ran up on me and took my shipment, along with some of my hardest workers, so I came back harder, bombing the fuck out of their territory.
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p; “You good, bruh?” I asked Maleek.
He had just come home from visiting Stacy and I could tell he was down. When Stacy went back home, her sorry excuse for a nigga decided to beat on her like he was that nigga from Creed. Good thing Maleek hired a security detail to trail her and they were able to get to her just in time. Stacy was still beaten up badly and in the hospital, struggling to breathe due to a collapsed lung, but she was getting better. Maleek was able to have her airlifted to Jackson Memorial Hospital so she could be close to us.
“I should have left with her,” he sighed.
“Good thing you trusted your gut and sent the security detail with her.”
“Yeah man, I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if something would have happened to her.”
“Do you love her?” I asked him.
“I ain’t going to front, I do. I never stopped loving her, I just pushed my feelings for her aside, burying them with the ones I developed for Joie,” Maleek replied.
“Then what’s stopping you from making that step?” I asked.
“I don’t know, man. I just got out of my relationship with Joie and I’m still trying to help her out with her court case. I’m still feeling salty about the whole situation; I just need to chill out.”
“I feel you, bruh. Do what’s best for you,” I said, pulling him into a brotherly embrace.
“Let’s go out and enjoy this BBQ before Ma comes in here fussing.”
“I’m not really in a festive mood. I’m about to chill for a bit, then head back to the hospital,” Maleek replied.
“I hear you. Take you a shower, eat, get some rest, then go handle your business,” I said before leaving the room.
I wasn’t sure what possessed my mother to throw this BBQ, but she had the grill going and all the kids running around. With all the bullshit that’s been going on, it felt good to be able to kick back and enjoy some family time.
I looked over at the twins as they turned the rope, waiting for Tiny to jump in and double dutch. The fact that their mother hadn’t called to check on them blew my mind. Macy being quiet was always a bad thing. I knew she was somewhere in a corner, cooking up some shit, and I was ready. I hired men to wait outside the courthouse for her when it came time for our custody case. They were ordered to snatch her ass up, just to ensure she didn’t attend. I wanted full custody of my kids; she wasn’t fit enough to be their mother.
MJ and Elijah were engaged in a heated game of cans when the sound of screeching tires filled the air. Everything went in slow motion as I drew my gun and ran towards the kids. Ramsey yelled out for Maleek, then sprang into action as he tried his best to move all the kids out of the way.
Gunshots rang through the air. Maleek ran out of the house with two guns blasting away. The three of us stood in the frontline, determined to protect our family, not even caring that we were putting ourselves in danger.
“Ahhh shit!!” I heard Maleek yell.
“Maleek, you good?” I asked, as I tried my best to look back at him while shooting back at these niggas.
Smoke filled the air as shell casings decorated the floor. The shootout lasted about five minutes before the shooter left as quickly as they came. My chest rose and fell as I looked around, making sure everyone was ok.
“FUCK!” I yelled, as I looked down at Maleek. “Nooo! Nooo! Noooooo!!” I cried once I came face to face with all the blood.
“Call the fucking ambulance! Why the fuck aren’t the police here yet?!” I yelled, bending down to pick up Mace’s small body from Maleek.
“Open your eyes for Daddy.” I cried, as I did my best to perform CPR.
“WHY ME, MAN? WHY ME?!!!!!!” I roared, looking down at my son. For the past month, I’ve been losing my babies; my heart couldn’t take another loss.
As I watched my baby lying there, I felt like less of a man. In all the years my father had been in the game, none of this shit happened to him. He was able to protect his family and I wasn’t able to protect mine.
“Give me the baby,” Emma said, grabbing Mace from me.
I watched as she ripped open his little shirt and tried to locate the bullet. She took control of the situation as she jumped into paramedic mode. When the bus finally came, they rushed to the back, closing the doors behind them.
“I need to know what’s good with my baby, man!” I yelled, as I paced back and forth.
“Maleek, you good?” Ramsey asked.
“Yeah, I just got grazed by the bullet as I tried to hurry up and cover Mace.”
“I’m killing every single Cuban in sight. I don’t give a fuck if they’re associated with Maddog or not. All of them Pollo Tropical eating motherfuckers gotta bleed behind my seed,” I vented.
Moments later, five squad cars pulled into my mother’s driveway. Five officers got out of their car and walked over to us. I wasn’t with this questioning shit; I didn’t fuck with the police and I damn sholl wasn’t a snitch.
“Mayhem, Ramsey, and Maleek Godfrey, you are all under arrest for the murder of Officer Elias,” one of the officers said, as the rest attempted to grab us.
“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” I yelled, as I pushed the officer away from me.
“Mayhem, calm down, baby,” Tiny cried.
“Listen to her,” my mother added.
“Man, fuck this shit. My son is in the back of that bus. I am not about to go to jail, especially over some bullshit I didn’t do!” I yelled.
I gave Maleek the benefit of the doubt when he told me he handled shit accordingly. Either he somehow slipped up, or these police officers were calling our bluff.
Three officers jumped on my back, but that still wasn’t a match for me. I used all of my strength and pushed them motherfuckers off of me. When I was mad, I had the strength of five bodybuilders. The only way these pigs were going to get me to lay down is if they shot me.
POW!
“You didn’t have to shoot him!” I heard my mother yell.
“Ma’am, get back, or I will be forced to detain you as well,” the officer said.
The little bullet they placed in my leg slowed me down, but I was still going crazy on their ass.
“Mayhem, please, baby. Calm down before they kill you. Think of Mace, he needs you,” Tiny softly cried, causing me to calm down.
“Check on Mace for me,” I said, as I allowed the cops to handcuff me.
“You need to get somebody to look at my fucking leg!” I yelled, as they escorted me to the back of the police car.
I knew they must have had something on me and my brothers connecting us to Elias’ death. That was the only reason the cop shot me in the leg and not in the back. Bringing us down was good for any police officer’s career, so they wanted to bring us in alive.
“Call my lawyer,” I mouthed to my mother before we drove away.
To be continued…
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Chapter 1
Tyreema
“Naria, I don’t know about this outfit.” I said, as I examined my thick frame in her full-length mirror. We were preparing to head out for dinner, and the outfit that she chose for me said otherwise.
“What’s wrong with it, girl? You look sexy as fuck.” Naria boasted, as she walked over to me with a nude lipstick in her hand. “Pucker them lips.” she said, before applying the lipstick to my lips, followed by a coat of gloss, bringing my full lips to life.
“I told Jerecho we were going out for dinner. This doesn’t look like some shit you’ll wear to dinner.” I replied, with skepticism in my voice.
Turning my body from side to side, I admired how sexy my 5’6, one hundred and ninety pound, thick frame looked in the get-up that Naria made for me. Since fashion was her passion, and I was her mannequin, the majority of the clothes in my closet were her creations. The one-leg Capri, and the other leg short, distressed jean that she ma
de for me, was popping. The chains on the jeans matched my smooth, brown skin tone to perfection bringing attention to my thick thighs. The floral crop top I wore displayed the huge, purple butterfly that I had across my abdomen which covered the stretch marks and small baby pouch from giving birth to my son. On my feet, was a pair of floral pumps that matched the crop top to perfection. With my face softly beat and hair styled naturally in a low ponytail that cascaded down my back, I looked good. So damn good that I started to feel uncomfortable.
