Married to A Boss

by Lucinda John

  “Yo, don’t be putting your hands on her like that,” I said helping Honey up off the floor.

  “This is how you do it Cole? You listen to me complain about my bitch and all along you’re fucking her?”

  “Son, don’t come at me like that. I ain’t even know she was your ex. You never mentioned her name and you never brought her around, so miss me with that shit.”

  “I told Chad it was a bad move doing business with you new niggas, disloyal motherfuckers,” he said pulling out his gun.

  The day I leave my fye in the car is the day I needed it the most. Fuck it, I thought. Having a gun in my face wasn’t going to cause me to bitch up. I might eat and fuck pussy, but I was far from being one.

  “Make sure you kill me nigga,” I boasted.

  “No. Stop! Rob, put that fucking gun down,” Honey pleaded.

  “Unless you want to die with his ass, I suggest you to get the fuck out my face,” he yelled.

  Although I didn’t know if Honey knew Rob and I were business partners or not, that didn’t change the way I felt about her. Yeah this was a fucked up way for me to meet the woman of my dreams, but if God blessed and allowed me to get out of this situation alive, there was no way I was going to stop fucking with Honey. She was put on this earth for me to love her. I was prepared to take bullets for her, that’s how much she had my head gone.

  When the first bullet ripped through my chest, I grabbed Honey and shielded her body with mine. My body began to burn as Rob pumped hot lead in me. When the gun clicked, I faintly heard him run out of the house, followed by his car door slamming shut and his tire screeching as he fled the scene.

  “Cole baby, I’m sorry, I had no idea.”

  “It…it’s c..cool,” I stuttered as I began to cough up blood.

  “Please don’t do this to me, you can’t die on me after I fell for you,” she cried.

  “Damn Honey, I love you.” I tried to smile at her but my body started to get weak. I never told a chick I loved her besides my moms. She began to yell and cry for me to open my eyes, but I felt my body floating away. It hurt like hell when I tried to hold on, so I just let go; it felt much better.

  CHAPTER 15

  ROB

  Finding out Honey was fucking with a nigga from the squad, pissed me off to the max. Now it was all starting to make sense. That’s why she was in such a rush to divorce me. She had that pussy ass nigga in her head all along. I wasn’t buying that shit when he claimed he didn’t know that was my wife. Killing Cole, I knew I violated, so I had to make a move quick.

  “Pack everything you can and let’s go,” I rushed into the bedroom and told Trisha while emptying out my safes.

  “What’s going on?” she frantically asked following my request.

  “I ain’t got time to explain now, but I got into some shit and I need to relocate quickly,” I briefly told her.

  I didn’t want to risk Ralph or Stacks coming after my family. I knew they wouldn’t harm Honey or my son, because her snake ass would probably give my ass up. I was sure by now she called the cops and I was working on borrowed time. I quickly collected the 100,000 dollars that I had saved up, along with the 50,000 dollars’ worth of work I was supposed to use to supply the block with. I figured I could use it and start fresh in Detroit. My cousin lived out that way so I’m sure we could make shit shake.

  “We’re ready,” Trisha said snapping me out of my thoughts.

  Loading the girls and our bags into the car, I drove to the airport and bought us tickets to Detroit. I thought about calling Chad and letting him know what was up, but I didn’t know if I could trust that nigga. Right now, the only people I could really trust were Trisha and my girls.

  While we were waiting for our flight to be called, my phone started to ring. Damn, that bitch ain’t waste no time, I thought as I watched Chad’s name flash across my screen. Ignoring his call, I called my cousin Debo to let him know I was flying into town and I had some work. After wrapping up my phone call with Debo, Ralph started to call me then Stacks. Realizing shit was starting to get hot, I wrote down Debo’s number. I did a factory reset on the phone, powered it off, and then dumped it. The longer we were in Miami the more anxious I grew.

  “You good?” Trisha asked once she noticed that I was on edge.

  “I’m good, aight!” I snapped.

  “Damn, I ain’t the one who pissed in your Cheerios, calm down,” she sassed.

  “Shut the fuck up, aight.”

  She look like she wanted to say something, but the look I shot her ass let her know I wasn’t fucking around.

  “Flight 108 to Detroit has arrived.” Our flight was announced and I was finally able to breathe.

  Once we boarded the plane, I relaxed. I couldn’t believe this is what it came to. I should’ve know better than to fuck with Honey’s snake, loving the crew ass. I don’t know what made me think that she was any different from her conniving ass sister. If it wasn’t for her being the mother of my son, I would have rocked her ass to sleep. The more I thought about the situation the angrier I got. I wanted to go back, bring that nigga back to life and kill his ass again. Ole skinny jeans wearin’ ass nigga.

  Three hours and fifteen minutes later, we landed in Detroit. I made Tisha stay at the airport with the girls, while I walked to the rental shop and rented us a car to get around. There was a gift shop next door, so I bought the twins some car seats. I got out the car and loaded the bags in the car, while Trisha secured the girls in their seats.

  “How long are we staying here?” she asked as I drove to The Westin.

  “We gon’ be here until shit in Miami cool down.”

  “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

  “Some niggas are after Chad and I don’t feel like it’s safe for y’all to be down there while it’s a war going on,” I lied.

  Yeah, Trisha was riding with me, but I learned my lesson with trusting bitches. If I would have told her ass the truth, she would have found a way to hold that shit over my head, that’s just how trifling she was. I wasn’t going to give no bitch that much power over me, so I lied to her ass.

  “Did you relocate Honey?” she asked.

  “Of course I did. Even though we’re divorced, she’s still the mother of my child,” I replied pulling into the hotel. “I’ll be back.” I said getting out the car.

  “Welcome to The Westin, how may I help you?”

  “I need to book a two-bedroom suite,” I replied.

  “How long will you be staying with us?” she asked with a huge, fake smile plastered on her face. I could tell her ass ain’t want to be here helping me.

  “For a month,” I shrugged.

  “Ok,” she replied, tapping away at the keys on her computer.

  She printed a consent form for me to sign and asked me for my payment. Signing on the red dotted line, I handed her eight thousand, three hundred and fifty dollars with an extra fifty dollar as a tip.

  “Thank you,” she smiled, sliding me the room key.

  Walking back to the car, I declined the bellhop’s offer to help me unload the bags, and did them myself. Once we got situated in our room, I used the complimentary computers to transfer all my money from my accounts to Trisha’s account. My cards were linked to Honey’s and I didn’t want her to use that to trace me. No one knew I had a cousin in Detroit, so this would be the last place they would come looking for me.

  “Let’s got to Walmart so we can get some groceries and shit for the kids.”

  As we bought groceries for our suite, I also purchased me a prepaid phone and activated it. I gave Debo a call and let him know I landed and was staying at The Westin. We made plans to meet up in the morning and discuss business plans. I also wanted to talk to a realtor to find us a nice house and cop us a few cars. I went in the electronics department and purchased two MacBook Pros. I needed one for business purposes and Trisha needed one for work.

  When we made it back to the hot
el, I was so drained that I didn’t even eat the dinner Trisha prepared. I laid down and went to sleep, only to have Honey invade my mind. It was funny how I still loved her even though she betrayed me. From this point on, I made a vow to myself to never love another woman. The most a bitch could get out of me was dick. That love shit was too fatal and I didn’t want any parts of it.

  CHAPTER 16

  RALPH

  “Nah nigga, you cheating,” I said to my son RJ as I played him on Madden 15.

  “Nah dad, you just suck,” he replied, sticking his tongue out at me.

  It took my mother whooping Amber’s ass, for her to finally allow my son to spend the night with me. I looked over to my right and smiled at Lisa, who was braiding Riley’s hair. Life for us was great. I had all my kids under one roof and my baby and I were in a great place in our relationship. I was so ready to finally give her my last name, and seal the deal by putting a baby in her.

  Raphael started to cry, so I paused the game and went to go tend to him. I was in the rocking chair rocking him back and forth, when Lisa came into the room with tears in her eyes. I haven’t been fucking around on her so I didn’t understand why she was crying.

  “Ralph,” she faintly said.

  “What’s wrong baby?” I asked putting the baby down in his crib.

  “He was shot,” she cried throwing her arms around me.

  “Who was shot?” I asked with a beating heart.

  “Cole, Cole was shot,” she cried.

  “Baby what happened?” I tried to hold back the tears to no avail.

  “I got a phone call from Cinnamon saying that Rob shot Cole, and that her and Honey was at the hospital with him,” she replied making no sense.

  “What hospital is he in?” I asked not giving a fuck about the details. All I wanted to do was to make sure my brother was ok.

  “Ryder Trauma Center.”

  When those words left her mouth, I knew it was serious. Rob better pray my brother didn’t die or I was coming for that ass. Regardless if Cole lived, I was still coming for Rob’s head. He violated when he decided to fuck with my little brother.

  “Let’s go,” I said trying to keep my emotions together. I wanted to break down and cry, but I needed to be strong from everyone, especially my mother.

  When we got to the hospital, Chad, Cinnamon, Honey, Stacks, and Lala were all there sitting in the waiting room soul less. I didn’t want to think the worse, so I walked over to them hoping for the best.

  “Can somebody explain to me what happened?”

  “I had no idea he was your brother,” Honey spoke up, and that is when I noticed the blood all over her shirt.

  “I’m not following,” I replied looking at her with disgust. If she was the cause of this, I had a bullet with her name on it too.

  “Cole and I met while I was going through my divorce with Rob. We started talking as friends until my divorce finalized. I never saw him around Rob so I had no idea they were business partners or that he was your brother. We went to Flint together and visited his father and new wife, but again, I never saw any pictures of you while I was there, so I had no idea. I invited him over to my house tonight and we were chilling, until Rob came over spazzing out. He claimed that Cole knew I was his wife and that he violated him. I tried to stop Rob but I couldn’t. He shot him and it’s all my fault.” She fell to the floor sobbing.

  “You damn right it’s your fault and if my son dies, I’m fucking your thot ass up,” my mother said unexpectedly.

  “Ma, chill.”

  “Ain’t no chill! If she wasn’t being a thot then my son wouldn’t be in this situation.”

  “That’s not fair, my sister didn’t know,” Cinnamon spoke on the behalf of her sister.

  “I don’t give a fuck!” my mother said getting in Cinnamon’s face.

  Cinnamon was a bold chick because not once did she blink or back down.

  “Everybody chill out. It’s no one’s fault but Rob’s. He allowed the love for his wife to get in the way of his better judgement,” Stacks finally spoke up.

  As if on cue, the doctor came out to deliver the news on Cole’s condition.

  “Are you the family of Cole?” the doctor asked.

  “Yes,” I anxiously replied.

  “I’m Dr. Juss, Cole’s doctor. I have good news and bad news. Good news, we were able to remove all the bullets and stabilize him. The bad news is he had a stroke and ended up in a coma. Right now we’re doing all we can, but this is a touch and go matter. All we could do now is wait for him,” the doctor said shattering my heart.

  “Can I have him airlifted to Colombia?” Stacks asked.

  “Yes, but it is going to be a lot of money.”

  “Money is not an issue. Prep him to be airlifted to my country. No offense, but our doctors down there are way more capable of handling this situation.”

  “None taken, I completely agree. I study medicine in Colombia and their doctors are pretty good. I will prep and have him ready to go tomorrow. If you have any questions, feel free to call me,” he said handing Stacks his card.

  “Where is he?” I asked Honey.

  “I have no idea. Since we divorced, I haven’t really talked to him unless I’m picking up or dropping my son off. Even then, we always meet up in a public place.”

  “Chad?” I said with a raised brow. Hell that was his right hand man, so he should know of his whereabouts.

  “I don’t know where he at son,” Chad replied.

  I wasn’t sure if I should believe him or not. The funny thing was I tried getting in contact with Rob earlier, but it was about him slacking on business. Cole called me and told me how one of my trap houses was low on work, and Rob wasn’t there for the re-up. He must have thought I was calling him because of Cole, that’s why he igged my calls. Snake ass nigga, I thought punching a hole in the wall.

  “Baby, calm down,” Lisa said rubbing my back.

  “I swear to God, if any of you have anything to do with this shit, I’m killing y’all with my bare hands,” I snapped, looking from Honey to Chad before storming off.

  I walked in my brother’s room and my heart broke. He had four tubes coming out of his mouth. He just laid there, lifeless, as the machine helped him breathe.

  “Damn bruh, you stealing married chicks now?” I laughed to keep from crying. “Shawty is bad tho’ so I ain’t even mad at ya. I kept telling you that the day was gon’ come with that one chick stole your heart, but you kept waving me off saying you was living and having fun,” I chuckled. “When I find this nigga I’mma kill his ass. Your ass better wake up and save your chick before mama gets in her ass.”

  Getting no response from my brother fucked me up, and I finally broke down. Growing up, I barely hung out with him because of my bitch ass daddy. I was now getting used to enjoying being a big brother, now this fuck nigga wanted to come in and take that from me. I didn’t know what I would do if I lost my brother. He was all the fam I had besides my mother.

  I felt a pair of soft hands wrap around my neck. The smell of the almond butter, body mist, told me it was my future. Pulling her on my lap, I held onto her and cried. She held me tightly and allowed me to cleanse my soul. I wasn’t accepting death. There was no way in hell I was going to bury my baby brother.

  “It’s gon’ be ok,” Lisa gently said, as she continued to hold me.

  “I can’t lose him.”

  “You won’t baby, he’s a fighter. Watch, he gon’ get up and start doing the Dougie,” she said causing me to laugh.

  Cole was a Chris Brown nigga, always dancing and shit. He knew all the dance moves and even helped Lisa at her dance studio from time to time. My heart was aching, but then it hit me; life was really short. One minute you’re laughing and joking with somebody, and the next they’re lying in the hospital fighting for their life.

  “I love you,” I confessed to my fiancé.

  “I love you too, Ralph,” she replied, p
lacing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAD

  Rob was supposed to be a brother to me, and I couldn’t believe he just dipped out on me like that, without a heads up. I was a loyal nigga. There was no way I was going to give up my day one, but he could have least told me what was up. Him stealing my work and putting me fifty thousand dollars in the hole pissed me off. From day one, I put this nigga on and took him into my family. For him to do some foul shit like that to me showed me how loyal he really was.

  After paying Stacks the money for the drugs Rob stole, I expected him to tell me to kick rocks, but he didn’t. In fact, him and Ralph still treated me the same, which showed me they were real niggas. I could handle my own in the streets if I had to, because truth be told, I was holding as much weight as Stacks. My grandmother was the biggest queen pin to set foot in the city of Miami, and after her death, I took over.

  I was sitting at my mini bar in my man cave, when Cinnamon came in holding Skylar. After finding out that she was mine, I expected Cinnamon to leave me, but she didn’t. She stood by a nigga’s side, and stepped in and played the mother role to my daughter. That shit made me love her more than I ever did, if that was possible.

  At first, there was tension in our house, but then she started coming around. I think the fact that Prancer was dead made it easier for her to accept Skylar. All of this was a big lesson I had to learn in order for me to grow up as a man. Since finding out I fathered Skylar, I made some major changes. I worked from home, and only left the house when I had to. I catered to my wife’s needs and listened to her more. I respected that she didn’t want to have a baby now, and I didn’t press the issue. I even agreed to her getting the IUD put back in, because there was no way I was going to keep pulling out, or put on a condom.

  Who ever said a happy wife makes a happy life never lied. I could see it in the glow Cinnamon woke up with each morning that she was happy. If my grandmother were here, she would be happy that I was finally able to get my shit together.