Remy and Rose' 2: A Hood Love Story

by Mz. Lady P

  “Shut the fuckup! Your crazy ass walking around here tying up people and shit. Fuck is wrong with your ass? Psycho ass bitch.” He threw me into the back of his Range and he hurried up and got in the front locking all the doors. He started up the car and drove away from the house.

  “If I’m a psycho ass bitch it’s your fault, dirty dick ass nigga. Put me the fuck down! Where are you taking me to? I don’t have any clothes on you stupid ass bitch.” He leaned back and smacked the shit out me. I started beating his ass from that back seat. He was swerving in and out of the lanes of traffic. I didn’t give a fuck if we died in an accident. I was going to go out fighting. He pulled over and turned around in his seat.

  “Your ass want to fight huh?” Boo was knocking the shit out of me. He was punching me with a closed fists and I was doing the same to him. He was not about to whoop my ass. I guarantee you we was about to rumble all over this motherfucker. I was trying my best to hang with his ass but he had started choking me and my ass was starting to pass out. I saw spots before my eyes. I guess he realized that I had started to cry because he just stopped. I fell back on the seat coughing and gasping for air. Before I knew it I was vomiting all over his truck and him. Serves his ass right for fucking with me. He jumped out the car and opened the door where I was so that I could vomit outside.

  “Aww shit! I’m sorry for choking you like that. Why do you have to make me so mad? The shit you be doing to a nigga ain’t right. Yeah I fucked up but damn, tying me up and leaving me like I’m some type of fuck nigga was not cool. What if the house had caught on fire? You must really want to see a nigga dead.” The look on his face showed that he was hurt but I was hurt too. He had been cheating the entire time we had been together and I just held my tongue because I wasn’t the type to nag a nigga. I’ve always did me but Boo made me somebody I didn’t want to be ever in life. He made me weak and I didn’t like the way I felt. I love him so much but I feel like he just takes me for granted. I would rather go back to shaking my ass for money before I let a nigga dog me the fuck out. I deserve better than what Boo has been giving me. I know and he knows the shit too.

  “Just take me back to the house. Please Boo. I don’t feel good at all.”

  “Come on. You need to go to the hospital.” He tried to reach his hand out to me but I pushed his hand away.

  “I don’t want to go to the hospital. Just take me back to the house.”

  “You coming with me, end of fucking discussion.”

  “In case you’ve forgotten, kidnapping is against the law.”

  “Tying someone to a bed without food or water is Attempted Murder. We’re even so shut the fuck up.” He turned the radio up and continued to drive. He really was over exaggerating, talking about some damn attempted murder. Get the fuck out of here. I just kept quiet until I saw where he was taking me too.

  “Oh hell no! I’m not getting on that fucking airplane with your ass.” He yanked me out of the truck and threw me over his shoulder again. This nigga had my ass all out in the air. I was already stinky from the vomit and he had my ass out. That shit was so embarrassing. Some of the guys who worked for him were standing outside next to the plane.

  “Go get my shit cleaned for me. I’ll hit y’all up when I land. Don’t be joyriding in my shit.” He threw them the keys and carried me up the stairs into the plane. He threw me down on the huge bed that was on board and he went to tell the pilot we can take off. This nigga is really kidnapping me; this shit is crazy.

  “Where are we going Boo? In case you forgot I don’t have any clothes or my purse.”

  “Go take a shower. I grabbed you some shit already. I knew I was going to have to drag your ass up out that house.”

  “Ain’t shit funny motherfucker!” I got up and snatched the bag off of the floor. The whole time I took a shower I was fuming. This nigga had balls to do what he was doing to me. I laughed a little though as I showered. Tying his ass up made him love on me even more. I could only imagine where this motherfucker was taking me to. When I got out of the shower Boo was laid back smoking. I rolled my eyes at his ass. He was really getting on my last damn nerve acting all nonchalant about this. I sat on the bed and I threw on the jogging suit he had gotten for me.

  “So you got an abortion huh?” My eyes bucked out of my head hearing him say that.

  “How do you know?”

  “I saw the papers on the coffee table when I came in the house. You hate me that much that you would just kill my seed?”

  “I don’t hate you. I honestly didn’t think that you would want it. Plus, I stopped taking my pills to get pregnant on purpose. I knew that you were probably going to leave me anyway.

  “I would never leave you for no shit like that. I would probably be mad about how you went about it but I take care of mines. I guess we’ll never know now, will we?” I had never felt so bad about anything until now. Knowing that he would have cared about the baby had me all in my feelings. I balled up on the bed with my back to him. I was too ashamed to look him in the face. I fell asleep thinking about what could have been and where the fuck he was taking me. I hope he not about to take me somewhere and kill my ass.

  “Wake up Honey!” I sat up and looked out the window. This nigga had taken me to Vegas.

  “What are we doing in Vegas?

  “I know I haven’t been the best nigga to fuck with. I hate that I’ve disrespected you and put you in a position where you had to kill my seed. I don’t fault you in the decision that you made. You had to do what was best for you. At the time I wasn’t taking care of your heart. A nigga fumbled it big time. I’m sorry for the shit I’ve put you through. When I look at you all I see is this tough ass girl and that’s how I’ve treated you. In the midst of doing that I forgot that underneath that rugged ass exterior, you’re still a woman and you have feelings. I know that I can’t take back anything I’ve done to you. All I can do is beg for your forgiveness and try moving forward with our lives. I’m tired of fighting and arguing. All I want to do is live happy ever after and I want that with you. That shit that happened the other day made me realize that all I want is you with your loony ass. I guess what I’m trying to say is Akira Franklin, will you marry me?” Boo was on his knees asking me to marry him. I couldn’t believe the shit we had just done to one another. Now here we are in Vegas and him on his knees proposing. I was just standing there looking at his fine ass.

  “Of course I’ll marry you. Please don’t fuck with me Brion. I promise I will kill your motherfucking ass.” He slid a huge, yellow canary diamond on my finger and it was beautiful. We kissed and headed off the plane. Once we made it to the Venetian Hotel, I wanted to turn around and walk back out. Madear was in the lobby waiting for us. I tried to hide my laughter as she was cracking her knuckles.

  “Are you ready for this ass whooping I promised you?”

  “Get her bae,” I said as I ran behind Boo when she walked towards me.

  “It’s cool Honey boo boo. I’m not going to kick your ass this time around because you said ‘yes’ to my baby. You and Neicee better make this the last time y’all hurt my babies. I play many motherfucking games but not about them two right here. Now come on and give Madear a hug. These boxing shoes fucking with my bunions.” I looked down at her feet and she really did have on real boxing shoes. She really was ready to fight me. We hugged and that’s when I noticed Peanut and Neicee walking towards us. I was so happy they had come to witness our nuptials.

  “Look bae, I know you want the wedding of your dreams and I promise you I’m going to give you that. With everything going on back in Miami we need to get back there. So we’re going to go to this little wedding chapel and tie the knot. We can stay for two days but that’s it.

  “It’s cool. Let’s just do this now and get it over with. I feel bad about being here and Rose` being home dealing with the Remy situation.” I would have liked to have a better wedding but Rose` needed us. I’ll take one for the team this time around. Boo better get ready because I’
m calling David Tutera to do my wedding. I plan on breaking his ass for the wedding of my dreams. A couple of hours later I was Mrs. Brion Richards and I was in wedded bliss. Let see how long this bliss lasts before we’re back to arguing and fighting. I don’t know what the future holds for us. Right now all I know is that with him is where I want to be. I know that just because we said “I do” doesn’t mean that everything is perfect between us. Being married is hard and it takes two to make it work. I’m more than willing to do what it takes to be a better woman to him. Boo has to do the same thing. Hopefully he was being truthful with the words he spoke when he proposed. I’m definitely going to hold him to it.

  Chapter 19- Rose`

  I’ve been laughing my ass off ever since I saw that picture of Boo tied up. Honey is crazy as hell and he’s even crazier. She tied that nigga up and left his ass only for him to turn around and marry her. They belong together. I’m happy for them. Obviously, they love each other and that’s all that counts. I was happy that they were coming back from Vegas tomorrow.

  Heaven has been asking about her Daddy for the longest. I had told her that he was away on a vacation. She believed me until she overheard me on the phone talking about him being in the hospital. She has been crying because she missed him so much. The hospital had come to know me so well. I had a good relationship with the hospital administrator and got permission to bring the kids to see him. I was glad because if he could feel them in the room with him he might wake up. Right about now I was doing everything in my power to get him to wake up.

  “Come on Jr.; let me put your clothes on you. Heaven, please come help me with your brother.” His little self was hollering and crying because he didn’t want any clothes on. As soon as Heaven took him out of my arms he quieted down and let her dress him. My baby really hates me and it hurts when he cries to get away from me. Romeo was already dressed and sitting quietly. He was so well behaved but I think he was just as traumatized as Remy Jr. We were all finally dressed and on our way to the hospital.

  “Heaven, are you excited to go see Daddy?”

  “Yes. I have so much to tell him about my brothers.”

  “Now remember Daddy is very sick and he won’t be able to talk back to you. He can hear you though, so make sure you tell him how much you love him. Romeo, are you ready to see Daddy?”

  “Yeah.” I looked in the back seat and Lil’ Remy was sleeping. He looked just like his Daddy. I wished like hell he would just wake up so that he could see his kids. When we made it to the hospital I went straight up to Remy’s room. I had my hospital band on that they had given me, so I didn’t have to check in when I came. Remy was in a private area of the hospital. I had requested that because I still wanted him to be safe. After all he was a drug kingpin. When I arrived inside his room it was completely empty. It looked as if no one had ever been in there. I immediately started to panic.

  “Oh my God! Where is my husband?” I ran out of the room towards the nurse’s station. I had Remy on my hip while Romeo and Heaven followed behind me.

  “Please calm down Mrs. Ramirez.”

  “Don’t tell me to calm down, where the fuck is my husband?” I noticed the hospital administrator walking towards me with a chubby, well-dressed Mexican looking guy. I immediately rushed towards them.

  “Good morning Mrs. Ramirez. I was just on my way to speak to you.” I noticed the Mexican guy constantly looking at my children and me.

  “Good morning my motherfucking ass. Where the fuck is my husband?” The administrator led us to a small conference room.

  “Please sit down Mija. Let’s have a conversation,” the Mexican guy said to me. I looked at his ass like he was crazy.

  “I don’t even know you sir, so I doubt we have anything to talk about.”

  “Actually we have a lot to talk about. Your husband is my son. I’m Reco Ramirez.” He extended his hand and I left that motherfucking hanging there. This nigga is supposed to be dead. I was at his funeral. I started to look around for the hidden cameras because this here was definitely a cruel ass joke.

  “I don’t know what type of games your ass is playing or who you are for that matter. My husband’s father is dead. You’re an imposter. Please leave me alone and tell me where Remy is at!” I started to cry because maybe he was dead or something. All I know is that this man was about to tell me some shit that I did not want to hear.

  “Don’t cry Momma.” Romeo came and held my hand. I was shocked to hear him talk, let alone call me Momma. I pulled him in and hugged him so tight. I needed a hug at the moment, but I know this baby needed one even more. He didn’t have either of his parents.

  “Excuse me and my daughter-in-law for a minute.” The hospital administrator jumped from his seat and exited quickly. He ran out of the door fast as hell.

  “I don’t have time for this shit. I’m about to find out where my husband is at.” As I stood to my feet to leave, the door opened and six men dressed in all black entered, blocking the door.

  “Like I said before, we need to have a conversation young lady. I am Reco Ramirez and I am very much alive. The details as to why I’m still here is not any of your concern. However, my son is my concern. To answer your question as to where he is at, I’ve sent him back to Mexico where he belongs. He is going to get the best medical care over there. The move to Chicago was only temporary. He went and made it a permanent thing and that was never the agreement.

  “Wait a minute. How could you just send him back without telling me before you did it? I’m his wife and these are his children. What about us?”

  “I am prepared to give you a hefty sum of money to stay away and let him heal. Remy is head of my empire and he has fallen off by getting married to you. You’re a beautiful distraction. I simply cannot allow my empire to be driven into the ground over love. Love is what almost got me killed and I will not let that happen to my son. It’s nothing personal towards you; this is a business decision. Business comes before family.”

  “Please don’t do this. I love him Mr. Ramirez. We need him. Can we just come to Mexico and live with him? I promise you that I will not get in the way of your family business. These are his children and they need to be with their father when he wakes up.” The entire time I pleaded with him he was shaking his head no. I couldn’t believe I was sitting in front of this man begging to be with my husband.

  “It would be best for you and your children to go back to Chicago and live your life. Forget about you and Remy. You are from two different worlds. By now you must know that you and my son will never have a happily ever after. He is in good hands back home. I have set up accounts for you and my grandchildren, including Ms. Heaven. Let your cousins and father know that their services are no longer needed as far as my drug operation goes. However, you all can now take over the businesses back home. When Remy wakes up he will be following through and standing on the throne of my Cartel, doing things the right way. Please don’t try to come to Mexico. I’m aware of what happened the last time you were in Mexico. I will have you killed on sight. It was nice meeting you beautiful.” He got up and placed kisses on the kids’ foreheads and prepared to leave.

  “When he wakes up can you please tell him that I was here every day. Please let him know that I love him and I never gave up on him. Let him know that I will raise Romeo as my own just like he did for Heaven.” Mr. Ramirez never responded. He walked out and his men walked out with him. I just sat in the chair holding on to Remy Jr. as he played with my fingers. I cried hard as hell. I wanted to howl out in pain but I couldn’t do it in front of my babies. I had been so strong up until this point. At first I thought he could really be an imposter but there is a huge picture of him and Remy sitting on the mantle in my house. That was definitely Reco Ramirez. How in the fuck is he not dead?

  “Mommy, can we please see Daddy now?” I hurried up and wiped my tears before turning around to talk to Heaven.

  “Daddy went to another place to get better. Come on y’all, let’s go home.” I gath
ered my kids and I left the hospital. I had tears running down my face as I passed the nurses. They looked like they wanted to cry for me. The bitch ass hospital administrator couldn’t even look me in my face. The fact of the matter is I didn’t want him to. The shit they had pulled was illegal and unorthodox. I have the right mind to call the police but what the fuck was I supposed to say to them? I just continued to drive home. My heart has been ripped out of my chest again. I get my son back and now I lose Remy. I don’t know how much more I can take. Right now I’m speechless. I do know that I want to take flight and go get my motherfucking husband. However, I don’t have what it takes to take on a fucking Cartel. I had a lot of shit to think about. I have no idea how I’m going to tell my family that in so many words Remy is back in Mexico for good and me and my children are not allowed there. This is some straight bullshit.

  My father’s car was in the driveway when I pulled up. I was happy he was here because I needed him more than ever. I went inside and got the kids settled in and made them some lunch. My father hadn’t come downstairs so I decided to go to his room and check on him. I opened the door without knocking and my father had some bitch in the doggy style position going so hard.

  “Oh shit! I’m sorry Daddy!” I covered my eyes up and tried to rush out of the door.

  “I told you Rose` was going to come and catch us.” The sound of the woman’s voice made me stop in my tracks and go back into the room.

  “Momma?” I couldn’t believe this shit. My mother and father were just fucking in my house. I haven’t seen this bitch in years but she decides to fuck in my house like some common whore.

  “I’m sorry baby girl. Daddy can explain.” I put my hand up because I didn’t want to hear it.