Fallin' for a Boss 3

by Lucinda John

  “Ok, everyone get in place,” I said as I spotted Stacks walking over with a blindfolded Anna. I held my fingers up to count to three then everyone yelled out surprise. Stacks took off the blind fold and Anna stood there shocked to see all of her family members.

  “Oh my God! Thank you!!” she exclaimed as she gave both Stacks and I hugs.

  “You’re welcome, Anna,” I said kissing her on the cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do if it wasn’t for you.”

  “Aww, thank you baby. You and those little ones mean so much to me. Speaking of babies, where are they? I missed them so much.”

  “They’re over there in there… NOOOOOO!!!” I yelled and took off running toward the lady that was trying to walk off with my babies. I pulled out my gun and ran towards her full speed. I aimed my gun and left off two shots.

  POW!! POW!!

  I was able to hit her in the shoulder, which slowed her down a bit.

  POW! POW! POW!

  I heard more gunshots as I tried to run, but my body started to slow down. I kept trying to tell my legs to move and go run after the bitch that had my babies, but the wouldn’t cooperate. Everything started to move slowly around me as I heard more gunsshots and saw blurry shadows run past me.

  “LALA!!?” I heard someone call out my name. I tried to respond, but my mouth wouldn’t move. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but my eyelids were getting heavy. The last thing I was able to see before everything went black was Tazz’s face. My gut told me he had something to do with my babies disappearing.

  Chapter 28

  Ashley

  Being able to finally kill Lala made my pussy drip in excitement. I made sure to shoot her in the stomach a few times just to ensure that the bastard child that she was carrying for Joey was dead. I was so pissed when I learned that she was pregnant from him that I contemplated on killing his ass, too.

  Here he was telling me that he wasn’t ready to have another baby, but he was basically begging her to keep hers. I didn’t know what was so good about Lala that kept the niggas going crazy and now that she was dead, I didn’t care to find out.

  I paid my one of my home girls, Bebe, from the projects to keep an eye on the twins for me. I wasn’t going to really take them, but when I found out Stacks was really alive, I decided that I could get paid. This time I had to make sure that I had the right people on my team in order for me to successfully pull this off.

  I had my cousin Red and his homeboy Tazz helping me, but in order for all of us to stay alive, I needed a stronger team. We were all trying to become millionaires and live long enough to spend the money.

  “Hey, Bebe, how’s the babies?” I asked while walking around the new three-bedroom apartment I moved her into.

  “The little boy is a good baby, but that little girl is a damn devil all she do is cry and shit,” she said waving one of her long stiletto fingernails in the air. I went in their room and watched them as they sleep. I had to admit Lala and Stacks made some beautiful children. It was unfortunate that they would have to grow up without a mother.

  “When you gon’ give me the rest of my money?” she asked while popping her gum.

  “When I get it, then it’s yours. I pay your bills for you, I buy the kids everything that they need, what the hell you need money for? I’m paying your ass to just sit here and watch these kids, this is way better than selling your ass for a hair do don’t you think?”

  “Whatever, but a bitch got a life, too. I want to go to the club shit!”

  “I’ll come by this weekend to keep an eye on the kids, so that you could go out.”

  “Shit that’s all I ask, and a new outfit.”

  “You pushing it.”

  “Bitch, you owe me. I could go to jail for this little shit that you pulling.”

  “Ok, damn, I’ll bring you some money to go get you an outfit.” I rolled my eyes. I hated doing business with ghetto bitches.

  “Good!”

  “I’ll come back and check on them later. Don’t let no one in this house and don’t leave with them either. If they need anything call me,” I instructed.

  “I know girl dang, you ain’t gotta keep talking to me like I’m a child.”

  “Whatever, lock the door when I leave,” I said and walked out of the house and got into my car.

  I got in my car and strapped my seatbelt.

  “Oh, shit!” I yelled out in pain as I hit where Lala shot me. It was so hard trying to hide it from Joey, especially since he was a detective and he could spot a bullet wound from a mile away. Speak of the devil; I thought as my phone began to ring and his name flashed across the screen.

  “Sup bae,” I purred in to the phone.

  “Hey, where are you? I have to get back to the station.”

  “Damn, Joey, all I ask for is one day to myself and for you to watch our son!” I yelled I was starting to become real sick and tired of becoming number two to his damn job.

  “I know, but something has come up.”

  “What is that?”

  “A new lead on this very important case that I’m working on.”

  “Yeah, whatever, Joey, I’ll be home in a few,” I said and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

  When I got home, Joey was in the bathroom taking a shower and my son was in our bed sleeping. I quickly packed his book bag and grabbed his car seat and put them both in the car. I went to his phone and turned on the GPS tracker, then scrolled through his messages.

  There wasn’t anything unusual there, so I went through his email. An open email between him and his father was already open and on display. I screenshot it and quickly sent it to my phone before deleting the evidence. Placing his phone back, I walked out of the room and sat at the table to read the email.

  Joey: I got the information on Lisa.

  Dad: Ok and?

  Joey: Before I proceed, why were you so determined that I check her out?

  Dad: If you did your research correctly you would know why.

  Joey: Did you know about Jimmy, too?

  Dad: That he was a contract killer? Yes, I knew.

  Joey: Ok, again what was your purpose?

  Dad: When you take Lala and Stacks down I want her to be….

  “I didn’t hear you come in.” Joey scared me causing me to drop my phone on the floor.

  “Yes, I been here.”

  “I see that Kindle app took up all of your attention.”

  “Yes these books seem so real, I get caught up all in these character’s drama.”

  “I see. Well, I’m out of here. I’m going to try to make it home by dinner.”

  “Ok, see you later bae,” I said and kissed him on the lips.

  I waited until I heard his car door shut before going in the room and grabbing my son. He started to cry because he was still sleepy, so I patted him on the back. Placing him in his car seat, I buckled him in. I turned on the GPS system in my car then used bluetooth to sync his location. I waited for the information to load up before I pulled off.

  As the lady directed me to his location, my mind went back to the email. I knew Lisa and Joey were brother and sister, but what did that have to do with Jimmy? Was Joey still working on the Lala and Stacks’ case? I had a lot of unanswered questions that were bound to get answered today.

  Chapter 29

  Stacks

  My head was all the way fucked up. My kids were missing and I was sitting here next to my wife waiting for her to wake up. I thanked God that I didn’t lose her. I didn’t know what I would do if I ever had to live my life without her. My head started killing me, so I went outside to smoke a blunt in my car. I informed the nurses that I was going to step out for a brief second and to call me on my cell if she woke up.

  Grabbing the pound of Kush out of my glove compartment, I took some out and began breaking it down with my fingers. I was trying to think long and hard on who I could have been beefing with, but I came up empty.

  I needed Lala to wake up, so that I could ask her if she k
new anyone that may have been gunning for her. The thought of someone fucking with my kids made me mad enough to flip this whole city over.

  Sealing my blunt closed; I lit it and took a long pull. Blunt after blunt, I hot boxed my car while jamming Migos’ First 48. I tried to collect my thoughts, but the thoughts of my shawtys out there with someone that was most likely beefing with me kept fucking my head up. Just as I was about to get out of my car and head back in the hospital, a cop decided to pull up behind me.

  “Fuck!”

  I thought as I watched him walk towards my car and tap on my window. I sent Ralph a quick text to call my lawyer and let him know to wait by the phone for my call. The minute I rolled down my window, a cloud of smoke smacked the officer right in the face.

  “How can I help you officer?”

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car.”

  “What seems to be the problem officer?”

  “I am going to ask you one more time to step out of the car,” he said and pulled out his radio and called for backup. I knew I was going to go to jail. I had Kush all in my car; there was no way around it.

  Within seconds, the parking lot was flooded with pigs and their fucking dogs. The amount of officers that came out you would have thought I was a terrorist or some shit. The fat pig reached in my car, pulled me out, and punched me in my mouth.

  I smiled at him as I spit the blood out that was filling up in my mouth on the ground purposely getting some on his shoes. This enraged him and he started kicking me. I felt my rib cage crack as he continued to kick me until one of the officers grabbed him off of me. The way he was on me you would have thought we had a personal vendetta against one another.

  I made sure to get his badge number. Just because he was working for the law didn’t mean his ass was untouchable. I was about to do more damage to him than he thought he did to me. Yeah, I was hurt but all they dumb ass ended up doing was giving my lawyer a reason to have my case thrown out.

  When I made it to the Dade County Correctional Department, they refused to give me my phone call or even call my lawyer. Even though I never really got tied up in the law, the first thing I did when I moved to Miami was research the best criminal defense attorney Miami had to offer. David M. Edlestein was the best. His win rate was higher than every lawyer in the state of Florida.

  I sat in this cold ass cell with no toilet for four hours according to the clock that was hung on the hallway wall. My ribs were killing me, I had blood all over my shirt, and not once had anyone came to give me some medical treatment.

  I was starting to get so fucking frustrated that I dropped to the floor and started doing push ups to kill time. The sharp pain from my ribs were excruciating. Biting on my bottom lip, I sucked in the pain and continued relieving my stress. I was on push up number two hundred when I heard my lawyer’s voice demanding that I get released.

  Sitting up on the floor, I removed my shirt and used it to wipe the sweat off of my face. I heard keys jiggling then the cell doors unlocked.

  “Look at my client. He looks in need of medical attention,” David snapped. “I can’t wait to see the mayor’s face when I bring this to his attention. This is going to make great press.”

  “Jones you’re free to go, on behalf of the Miami Dade Police Department, I would like to apologize.”

  “Get out my face,” I said as I got up and walked out of the cell.

  “This is not over yet,” my lawyer threatened before following behind me.

  “Do you need to go to the hospital?” David asked as soon as we got outside.

  “Yes, take me to the University of Miami Hospital.”

  “Hop in.” I got in his all black BMW four series, reclined my seat back, and allowed my body to sink in the soft, pecan colored interior.

  “Call me if those assholes decide to fuck with you again,” David said upon pulling up to the front entrance of the hospital.

  “Thank, D, good looking out.”

  “One phone call away,” he replied before pulling off.

  Walking to the hospital, I wasn’t interested in seeking medical attention. I had to check on Lala and make sure she was good. I spotted Lisa coming out of her room, so I flagged her down.

  “How’s she doing?”

  “Where the hell you been? You looked like you was jumped.”

  “Them fucking pigs tried to fuck with me in the parking lot. Is Lala good?”

  “Yeah, she’s good, she ain’t wake up yet. The doctor was asking for you. Go have a seat with her and I tell him that you’re here.”

  “Iight.”

  I winced in pain as I took a seat in the chair next to Lala’s bed. I reached in my pockets for my phone, but then I remembered that I left it in my car. I had to make sure that they didn’t fuck around and tow my shit. Most likely knowing those nasty fuckers they probably did.

  “Hey Mr. Jones, I was looking everywhere for you,” the doctor said as he walked inside of the room.

  “I had to run a quick errand, but I’m back now. How is Lala?”

  “I have some good news and some bad news.”

  “Good news is that Lala is perfectly fine. We were able to remove all of the bullets with no problem.”

  “The bad news?”

  “The bad news is the bullet that pierced her abdomen, scarred some tissue that was being healed which may cause some complication with her trying to get pregnant in the future.”

  “I’m not following.”

  “Did Lala recently have an abortion?”

  “No, but she had a miscarriage.”

  “When we performed an x-ray, we saw a lot of tissue that were healing, which usually occurs when a baby is forced out of the womb.”

  “So, you’re trying to say that she had an abortion?”

  “That’s what it looks like.”

  “Will she be able to have kids in the future?”

  “It is very much possible in the future, but right now no. Not until the tissue has fully healed.”

  “Is that all doc?” I asked feeling my body temperature rise.

  “Lala is also going to need therapy in order for her to walk normally with her right leg.”

  “Why?”

  “The bullet tore through her abdomen and hit a muscle in her leg, which we had to perform surgery on to repair. Before she goes home, we’re going to put a boot on her leg just to help the muscles heal a little faster, but she will need some therapy. Other than that, everything is fine. We lowered her dose of morphine, so she should be waking up soon.”

  “Thank you doctor.”

  “No, problem. I’ll be back to check on her later. You should really get checked out, you don’t look too good,” he said before walking out of the room.

  Unable to sit with Lala anymore, I got up and checked myself into the emergency room. They did a few X-rays that determined that I had some fractured ribs. I called Ralph on the hospital phone and told him to pick me up.

  After the nurse dressed my rib cage, I had her fax all of my hospital paperwork to my lawyer’s office. I was going to have my lawyer hit their ass with a big lawsuit. Not that I needed their money, I had more than enough money to have the whole department on my payroll. I just wanted to fuck with them the same way they had came and fucked with me.

  The Doctor suggested that I stay overnight, but I declined and discharged myself. I made sure that I gave Lala’s nurse instructions to call me as soon as she woke up. I had to really talk to her to see what she was thinking. I forbade her from getting rid of the baby. I told her that our relationship was on the line if she did it, and she turned around and did it any way. Then she lied about it by trying to cover it up with some damn miscarriage.

  I didn’t know who the fuck she turned into, but she was not the woman I fell in love with. The thug life that she temporarily lived while I was gone must have gotten to her because she was smelling herself.

  “What’s up bruh,” Ralph greeted me when I got in the car.

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sp; “Nothing nigga just stressing. The streets ain’t saying shit about my seeds?”

  “Nah, nobody coming forward.”

  “Shit man. Lala wasn’t beefing with nobody?”

  “Except for that Carla shit, nah.”

  I thought for a quick second that it could probably be Carla behind the kidnapping of my kids, but what was their motive? I handled that situation and I made sure everyone was being fed and full.

  “You think it was them?” Ralph asked.

  “Nah, but I’m not putting shit past nobody. I’mma check that out. Keep your ears to the streets and make sure you let motherfuckers know I’m willing to pay top dollar for the safe return of my kids.”

  “I got you. Lala straight?”

  “Yeah, she good. Get one of them lil niggas to swing by the impound lot to pick up my whip,” I said and got out the car

  “Iight kid holla at you later.”

  Dapping the security guards up, I made my way in the house. The inside of my house felt so cold and lonely. There were no cries from my babies. I wasn’t greeted by the scent of Lala’s perfume, or smile.

  Sitting at my desk in the office, I pulled out a bottle of Hennessy and started sipping. I made arrangements to have a personal therapist come to the house and help Lala with her therapy. I also asked Anna if she was able to come stay over with Lala for a few days until she was able to manage on her own.

  After making all of the arrangements, I hired a cleaning company to come by tomorrow and clean the whole house from top to bottom. I wanted to make everything as comfortable as possible for Lala when she returned home.

  I booked the penthouse suit at the Ritz Carlton then went upstairs to pack my things. I wasn’t about to play these types of games with Lala. She knew what was up when I gave her my ultimatum, but she decided to go behind my back and do exactly what I told her not to do.

  Now, I had three kids that I lost by the hands of someone who intentionally wanted to take them away from me. This was an unforgivable act and at the moment I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to be with her sneaky ass anymore.