Finessers 2

by Lucinda John

  Chad was out on a business trip, so it was just the baby and I. I decided to take myself a nice relaxing bath with a glass of wine. I wanted so badly to roll up a joint, but I didn’t want to be under the influence while caring for my child.

  The hot water felt so good on my body as I was finally able to relax. I was sure I was going to just transition into motherhood with ease, but that wasn’t the case.

  Once I finished my bath, I sat down at the table and ate a fruit salad. I lost majority of my baby fat, and I looked great for someone who just had a baby. The only thing I really wanted to work on was tightening and toning my stomach. I wanted my rock hard, flat belly back. Checking on the baby, I got in the Queen sized day bed that was in the nursery and fell asleep.

  Chapter 32

  Chad

  I hated that I had to leave Cinnamon and the baby to go on business, but when money called you had to answer. I had to make sure that I was walking out of the game financially stable, so I didn’t have to end up going back to it. Putting my key in the door, I opened the door and hit the alarm. I could hear the baby crying, so I rushed up the stairs to see what was wrong.

  Cinnamon was making him a bottle as quickly as she possibly could. Her eyes were really low and dreary, which let me know she was tired.

  “Go back to sleep I got it,” I said picking up CJ and taking the bottle from her.

  “You sure?”

  “Yes, go to bed. I’ll chill with him.” I made myself comfortable and began feeding him. Looking into his brown eyes, my heart melted as a rush of love jolted through my body. When he was done eating, I burped him, changed his diaper, and rocked him back to sleep. Laying him on my chest, I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to consume me.

  It was around five fifteen in the afternoon when I woke up. Rubbing my hand against my chest the baby wasn’t there. Getting up and looking in the crib, he wasn’t there either. I heard voices downstairs, so I went to see who was in my house.

  Standing in the stairway, I could see that the baby was in his swing while Cinnamon and Honey sat and talked. I walked into my office and went to work on some paperwork I decided to take home and finish up so that I could be home more with Cinnamon and the baby.

  “Hey daddy,” Cinnamon said standing in the doorway with the baby in her arms.

  “Hey mommy,” I replied smiling at her. I loved watching her be a mother to my child. For this to be her first time being a mother, she was learning and adapting rather quickly. I was so proud of the woman that my wife had become.

  “What are you in here doing?”

  “Nothing just some work.”

  “Well, it’s break time, can you take him so that I could start on dinner.”

  “Hand him to me.” I took the baby in my arms and watched as Cinnamon walked out of the room. The way her hips spread, and ass was fat, I was counting down the days that these six weeks were over, so that I could fuck her and put another baby in her.

  My phone started to ring. Looking down at it, I didn’t recognize the number.

  “Hello,” I answered, rocking the baby while patting his back.

  “Chad, I need your help.” I instantly knew it was Chasity. “People are after me.”

  “You fucked up! What do you want me to do?”

  “It wasn’t me,” she cried. “I was set up.”

  “By who?”

  “My sister and her husband Vic. They set me up. They put the hit out on Honey because Honey robbed him when she left him, giving the money to Rob to help him pay off his connect. They also played Rob out of the reward money by pointing the blame on me.” She was now crying hysterically. “I admit that I may do drugs, but I’m not that type of person, Chad. You know me!”

  She was right, and a part of me wanted to believe her. Even if I wanted to help her, Rob was after her and there wasn’t anything that I could do about it. I sat on the phone in silence listening to her cry before I spoke.

  “What do you want me to do?’

  “I need your help. I am living in a homeless shelter because I have no money.”

  “Are you still in Miami?”

  “No.”

  “I’m going to send you some money through Western Union. Lay low and don’t come back to Miami until I figure this out.”

  “Thank you, Chad,” she sniffled. “I love you.”

  “Go to a Western Union tomorrow the money will be there for you,” was the only thing I said before hanging up the phone.

  With my free hand, I logged onto my computer and wired Chasity forty thousand dollars. I don’t know why I still had a soft spot in my heart for her when I was now a married man with a child. I knew if my wife found out there was going to be hell to pay.

  I deleted all the evidence of me sending her the money. I just had to figure out how I was going to fix this whole thing and have Rob back off of her.

  I got up and put the baby in his bed. Turning on the baby monitor, I grabbed the receiver and made my way downstairs to see what my wife was cooking and had the house smelling so good.

  “What’s cooking good looking?” I asked wrapping my arms around her waist. I inhaled the fresh scent of berries that was coming from her skin.

  “Smothered turkey wings, rice, corn, and sweet rolls.”

  “Is it almost done?” I asked as my stomach began to talk to me.

  “Yeah, you can go ahead and wash up. I’ll have your plate ready for you.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” I said slapping her ass and walking to the sink. I washed my hands and sat at the table. Moments later, Cinnamon sat a hot, steamy plate in front of me. The aroma of the food smelt so good that it had my mouth watering.

  She handed me a Corona and then sat down with her plate of food. We sat and ate until the baby started to cry. She got up and went to go check on him.

  After I finished up my food, I noticed that she never came back downstairs. I wrapped her food up and put it in the oven. Walking up the stairs, I found both of them knocked out. I grabbed the baby and put him in his room. Covering Cinnamon with a blanket, I kissed her on the lips and went back down to my office to finish up the rest of my work.

  Chapter 33

  Chasity

  I swear when I ever caught up with Victoria I was going to slit her throat. I had to admit that she played the game well, but I was able to play it better. I was pissed that she had the upper hand over me. She was able to discover the truth behind Vic and I, which I really didn’t give a fuck because he was mine to begin with. I was just mad that I had to flee my hometown because I had a hit out on me.

  As soon as Chad cleared my name up, I was going to go looking for the bitch. I pointed the fingers at her and Vic, which made perfect sense since Vic was originally trying to set up Chad using Cinnamon. I prayed that Chad was able to convince Rob, and hopefully he would do me a favor and kill her.

  I hated to always have to get inside of Chad’s head, but he was so damn gullible when it came to me, and he was my only option. I knew he would be the only one that believed that I had nothing to do with Honey’s accident even though I was the one who actually orchestrated it all.

  Even though Chad was married with a child, him sending me the money and helping me out showed me that he still cared for me.

  I was hiding out in Atlanta, Georgia and was still making major moves in Miami. I had a few inside men employed by Chad helping me out. I was able to locate more of Chad’s traps, and I had Joe working on hitting them all.

  The heat I was going to bring to his life would leave him no choice but to leave Cinnamon and come running back to me.

  I sent Joe a text telling him that I wanted him to move in on our plan tonight. Not only did I want him to rob the traps, I wanted him to burn them down with the bodies still in them. I didn’t care who was inside, who died, long as none of them were Chad.

  Laying back on my king sized, sleigh bed, I enjoyed my three-bedroom house. Victoria was a fool if she thought that the money she stole from me was the
only money I had. I still had some access to Vic’s money that she knew nothing about, plus while she was staying with me, I was able to tap into some of her accounts as well.

  My fingers were moving at lightning speed as I quickly texted on my phone sending out orders. I was upset that I wouldn’t be able to see all the drama unfold in front of me.

  Pulling out a picture of Chad, I began kissing on it. Opening my legs wide, I used the picture to bring myself to an orgasm. Licking my nut off of his forehead, I fell asleep with thoughts of me being his wife on my mind.

  Chapter 34

  Chad

  I sat at the head of the meeting table with two machine guns by my side, at this point, I was ready to kill every motherfucker that was on my team except for my to loyal niggas Rob and Carter. I was mad that niggas thought it was ok to play with my fucking money.

  As many changes that I made to avoid this from happening, this had to be an inside job. Looking in the faces of all these sorry niggas that failed to protect my money instantly pissed me off. I was ready to body all of these fuck niggas, not giving a fuck that we were in the conference room in my office building

  “You niggas ain’t shit! I should kill all of your asses, then go home and kill ya bitches! All of you fuck niggas are fired; none of you can hustle in Miami. If I find that any of y’all flipping money in my city, I’m killing you and your whole family. Now get the fuck out of my face and out of my fucking office!” I yelled.

  “What we gon’ do now?” Carter asked once everyone left. First, we need a whole new team of niggas, and then we find the motherfuckers that’s been licking us.” I sighed, rubbing my temples.

  “Call up Caprice, pay him fifty G’s to have him scope out the hood in search of any information.

  This situation was starting to stress me the fuck out to the point where I couldn’t wait to get the fuck out the game. I was going to fuck around and lose my mind dealing with this type of shit.

  “You good?” Rob asked.

  “Yeah, I’m straight, this shit just starting to stress me out for real.”

  “I feel you this shit fucking with me, too.”

  “I’m about to take Cinnamon to her doctor’s appointment; I’m out. Make sure y’all get to the bottom of this for me. I’m leaving it all in y’all hands.”

  ***

  “You ok?” Cinnamon asked as soon as I walked inside the house.

  “I’m good. Are you ready?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Where’s the baby?”

  “He’s with my mother for the night. I was hoping to spend some alone time with my husband if that’s ok with him.

  “It’s cool ma.”

  Sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, we waited for her name to be called. I had a lot on my mind, and it was beginning to take a toll on me. I wanted to go outside so badly and smoke a blunt, but I had to chaperone Cinnamon to make sure she ain’t try no slick shit and try to get on birth control.

  “Cinnamon Green?” The nurse finally called her name out. We got up and walked to the back. I sat in the room while Cinnamon went to the bathroom and peed in a cup.

  “How are you feeling?” The doctor asked me as we waited for Cinnamon to return.

  “I’m good, you?”

  “I’m great, thank you. How are you adapting to fatherhood?”

  “Very well. It was a challenge at first, but it’s the best feeling in the world.”

  “Hello doctor,” Cinnamon said walking inside of the room.

  “Hi, Cinnamon, how are you?”

  “I’m good.”

  “That’s great, take a seat up here for me, please.”

  Cinnamon laid back as the doctor examined her.

  “Ok everything looks nice and healed. Have you given any thought to birth control?” the doctor asked.

  “No,” I responded. “I don’t want my wife to be on no birth control.”

  “Chad, it’s my body.”

  “Cinnamon we talked about this, and the answer is no! Why you trying to play me?”

  “I’m not trying to play you. It’s just that I’m not really ready to have another baby.”

  “It’s not up to you to plan when we have kids; that’s God’s Job!”

  “You’re being selfish,” she said waving me off. “Doc, can you prescribe me some pills just in case?”

  When she said that shit, I was livid. I just got up and left her dumb ass sitting there. I was her husband, and it was not like I was just her boyfriend or a nigga she was fucking. I was the man she vowed to spend the rest of her life with.

  Yes, it was her body, but when we got married, we became one. I didn’t want her taking no shit to risk fucking up her body. I would have her rather tell me to pull out, instead of taking a bunch of hormones and shit.

  Walking out of the doctor’s office, I got in my car and left. With all the shit I was going through with business, my wife was supposed to be the one who calmed me down. She was just adding more stress on me, and I didn’t need that shit. The doctor’s office was only ten minutes from our house; she could catch a cab.

  As soon as I got inside the house, my phone began to ring.

  “Yes, Cinnamon?” I answered.

  “Where are you? I’m done.”

  “I’m home.”

  “Home? What the fuck you doing home?”

  “Cinnamon, I’m not trying to have this conversation with you over the phone. Call a cab,” I said and hung up.

  I went out back to the pool house to smoke my blunt in peace. I put in my Lil Boosie CD, played track eight and rapped along with him.

  I keep a gat cause niggas murder got a bad habit

  Of purple in the studio while I murk ya, I’m comin mane.

  I swear to God I’m thuggin hard trill niggas deal witcha big glocks off top, we ain’t stuntin mane

  We street niggas, we eat niggas off tracks from Mouse and B

  You betta be bout ya bread ya talk to me

  Mom ya wonder why ya child’s so bad, because the fuckin body bags done hypnotized my ass, it’s deep

  Holdin on to this money mane I gotta get it, choppers and a glock 40 play with me you get ya issue

  Wrap ya dick up cause ya dick will have the hiccups, you’re rich if ya marry a bitch, get a prenup

  {I ain’t go no mind}

  Puffing on my second blunt, I bobbed my head to the song. I had it on replay and was in my zone until my music was turned off. Turning around, Cinnamon was standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. She was looking sexy as fuck in the beige wrap around dress she was wearing.

  “Cinnamon, chill man for real. I’m vibing right now.”

  “Nigga I don’t give a fuck. You tried me.”

  “Nah, you tried me! How the hell you gonna sit up in my face and ask the doctor for some damn pills after I told you over and over again I ain’t want yo ass on them shits?”

  “So you would rather me pregnant back to back?”

  “If that happens so be it. I am your fucking husband.”

  “What about me and my dreams and goals?”

  “I never told you not to have dreams and goals. I support you in everything you want to do. As your husband, I don’t want all those chemicals and shit polluting your body.”

  “Whatever, well I’m taking the pills, so end of discussion.”

  “Do you!”

  “What does that suppose to mean?”

  “It means I don’t give a fuck, Cinnamon, now get the fuck out of my face!”

  She looked at me, before walking out of the pool house. I watched her on the security screen as she walked upstairs to the baby’s room. I was curious as to why she was in there if the baby wasn’t here. Switching the screen, I saw her packing clothes and putting them in a baby bag. I then switched the screen to the bedroom and watched her pack herself a bag. Taking a long pull off the blunt, I held it in, and went to go see what was up.

  “Where fuck you going?” I asked meeting her at the door.


  “I’m about to go do me?”

  “Not with my baby you not!”

  “Chad, get the fuck out my way, so I can leave.”

  “Our first argument and you ready to dip out on a nigga. These hoes ain’t loyal for real,” I chuckled.

  WHAM!

  Cinnamon slapped me across the face and threw the ring at me. Snatching her up by the neck, I made sure I had her undivided attention. Squeezing on her throat, I looked her in the eyes before saying, “If you ever put your hands on me again I will fuck yo ass up for real. You got the right one!” Squeezing a little tighter, I continued on to say, “You either gonna pick up that ring and wear it or walk out my fucking house alone, the choice is yours.” I threw her on the floor and went upstairs to the master bedroom.

  I was halfway sleeping when I felt someone get in the bed. I knew it was Cinnamon because whenever I was mad at her she would always put on this Prada perfume that I loved so much. She wrapped her arms around my waist and started playing with my dick.

  When it got hard to the point that I needed to feel her insides, I flipped her over and got on top of her. Stripping her of her clothes, I positioned myself between her legs.

  “Did you take those pills?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Do you plan on taking them?”

  “No.”

  Satisfied with her answer, I slid my dick in her and began making love to her.

  “Do you trust me?” I asked between thrusts

  “Yesss,” she moaned.

  “Do you love me?”

  “Oh, yes Gawd! Yes!” she screamed out as she was hit with a powerful orgasm.

  “I love you, too,” I said releasing my seeds deep in her womb.

  ***

  The following morning, I woke up to the cries of my son; I missed him like crazy, so I was glad that he was home. Today we were supposed to go out on South Beach so that we could go take our family photos.