Finessers 3

by Lucinda John

  They knew to always inform me if anyone I was associated with was under FED watch. The fact that Cinnamon was pregnant and behind bars enraged me. They claim they had no authority over the arrest or charges, and that it was an inside job. I didn’t know what to believe.

  “Where to now boss?” Benny my driver asked holding open the door to my bullet proof Lincoln Navigator.

  “Take me to the hospital,” I answered taking a seat in the backseat.

  I sent a text to one of my workers to have Sam’s wife picked up. I had to give him a little push so that he could get things done. I wanted Cinnamon released with all the charges dropped in exchange for his wife. I was tired of motherfuckers trying to test my gangster because I was a woman in my late sixties. I was about to show them pigs I wasn’t the one to be fucked with.

  As I exited the elevator and headed towards my great grandson’s room, I could feel the tension in the air. Chad was sitting down with a mug on his face. Every vein in his neck was visible, leading me to believe that he was upset. Honey had a confused look on her face and Denise had tears in her eyes.

  “What’s going on?” I asked looking at Chad.

  “CJ ain’t mine.”

  “Chad don’t patronize me, I ain’t in the mood for your shit today!”

  “Mama, he ain’t mine! I couldn’t even donate blood to my fucking son cuz he ain’t mine!” he yelled as he punched a hole in the wall.

  “How?” I asked confused. CJ was a replica of Chad when he was a baby.

  “I don’t fucking know, ask DNA! Matter fact, go ask that hoe!!”

  “Chill, Chad, you ain’t about to disrespect my sister,” Honey chimed in.

  “Fuck that hoe! It’s lights out for that bitch and that’s on everything I love!”

  “Is that a threat?” Honey said getting in Chad’s face.

  “No, that’s my word!” he snapped.

  “Chad take a walk,” I firmly said without raising my voice. He looked as if he wanted to object, but I gave him the ‘Don’t fuck with me’ look.

  “I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re going to get to the bottom of this,” I said consoling Denise. “Was he able to get the blood?”

  “Yes, Chad, paid for them to find him the blood and complete the procedure immediately,” Denise replied.

  “I apologize for Chad’s behavior. I’m not going to make any excuses for him, he knows better, so I’ll have him come apologize for being disrespectful.” I spoke up before leaving the room in search for Chad.

  These days I ain’t know what the fuck was going on with him, but I was getting ready to fix him quick. He knew better than to talk to a woman let alone disrespect his elders like that. Just because his dick grew a few inches didn’t disregard the fact that I could get in that ass.

  “Chad, what the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked catching up to him as he headed towards his car.

  “I ain’t tryna talk right now.”

  “Excuse you?”

  “With all due respect, Mama, my head all fucked up. I’mma swing by the crib and we’ll talk then.”

  I let him get in his car and drive off only because I was seconds away from smacking his ass. I watched him drive off then signaled Benny letting him know I was ready. I was heading to the jailhouse and if Cinnamon wasn’t waiting for me all hell was about to let loose.

  ME: I’m parked in front of the jail waiting for Cinnamon. Oh and I also have your wife.

  SAM: She will be released in an hour. Please don’t hurt her.

  ME: Make the charges disappear and you’ll have her back.

  SAM: How am I supposed to do that? They have evidence on her!

  ME: You’re a smart man that loves your wife, you’ll figure it out. Unless you’re contacting me to let me know that charges are going to be dropped there’s no need for you to contact me. Your wife will be in good hands for a week. Whatever happens to her after a week is not my responsibility. You have a week Sam. Goodbye!

  I responded to his text hitting him with the emoji deuces symbol. Somebody was out to get Cinnamon and I had to figure out who. I figured it was that nigga Vic, Chad’s brother, so I had to get to him before he could harm my family any further.

  Chad had no idea that Vic was his brother and he didn’t need to know. Part of my main reasons for not wanting Chad’s father with my daughter was because he had another family. I was a woman first and that was a messy situation that I didn’t want my daughter in.

  Of course, she had to be hard headed and fuck with him anyway. So I decided to get rid of him. I tried everything in my power to have him vanish. I even offered him enough money so that him and his family could relocate and start a new life, but he wasn’t having it. He was so in love with what my daughter had between her legs that it cost him his life.

  The moment I found out that Victor was behind Cinnamon, I knew why. He wanted Chad and I because he found out that I was the person who had him executed. I allowed Victor to live because I felt bad for taking his father away from him. I already lived with the guilt of allowing Chad to believe that his father left them when in reality, I was the one who permanently dismissed him.

  Victor should have done the smart thing by using the money that I had wired into an account for him under his father’s name and moved out of town with his family. Instead, he was out for blood. Poor thing was going to end up like his father trying to fuck with me. He was out of chances; I had to end his life before he ended my grandson’s.

  I made a mental note to meet up with the informant that I had working on Vic for me. I didn’t want his death predictable because like his father, he was a very smart man. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and Prancer was just that.

  The sound of the car door opening and closing startled me.

  “Hey, Mama J,” Cinnamon greeted me offering me a weak smile.

  “Hey baby girl.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Stop it, you are family.”

  I could see that the word ‘family’ had her feeling some type of way by how glossy her eyes became. I smiled at how wonderfully her pregnancy did her. She was only three months pregnant, but was starting to fill out beautifully. Her hair grew down her back, her skin was flawless and glowing, and she looked real healthy.

  “Where’s CJ?” she asked looking around for him.

  “He’s with you mom and Honey.” I hated to be the one to break the bad news to her.

  “Can we go see him please? I missed him something terrible.”

  “Yes, but first I have something to tell you.”

  “I’m listening,” she nervously answered.

  “CJ is in the hospital.”

  “He is.. Huh?... What?... Hospital?” she stumbled over her words.

  “Yes. He had a very high fever due to something he ingested.”

  “Well, what was it?”

  “Motien.”

  “Rat poisoning? Someone tried to poison my baby?! But who??!” she hysterically cried.

  “I’m not too sure, but I will get at the bottom of this,” I assured her.

  “Oh, my God, is he ok?”

  “Yes, he is fine, he had to get a blood transfusion, but he is fine and recovering well.”

  “Oh, my God MY BABY, MY POOR SWEET INNOCENT BABY.” she cried rocking back and forth.

  “Shhh, it’s going to be ok. Calm down, you don’t want to hurt the baby.”

  For the remainder of the drive to the hospital, I held her in my arms while she cried. This felt like Deja vu. I remembered holding my daughter Vivian in my arms the same way while she cried over Chad’s father death.

  “Cinnamon, before we go in, I have to ask you something. Promise me you won’t let this upset you.”

  “I promise,” she whispered.

  “Chad tried to donate blood to CJ, but was unable to because he was not a match. They did a DNA test and it was ruled that Chad wasn’t the father,” I sighed before
asking, “Is Chad CJ’s father?”

  “Of course he is, Mama J, I would never do anything like that. Chad is the first and only man I ever slept with. This has to be some mistake.”

  “Don’t worry your little pretty head, I’ll handle it, Just focus on my great grandbabies.”

  We got to out the car and headed towards the entrance of the hospital. Cinnamon was so weak that I was practically carrying her to the door. When she entered his room and saw his little body lying in the bed, she lost it. I allowed her to cry a bit before urging her to calm down. I didn’t want her to raise her blood pressure while she was pregnant.

  “Mommy, who would do this?” she asked embracing her mother.

  “I don’t know, but whoever it was Karma is going to get them good.”

  FUCK KARMA; I thought watching them interact. I was going to come for their ass. The person behind this bullshit was going to suffer miserable by my hands. I was raised in the old school; we ain’t point and shoot like these new school folks. We took our time, savoring every scream of our victims. I was going to kill the motherfucker behind this, raise them from the dead, and kill their ass again.

  I took a seat outside and allowed Cinnamon to have some privacy with her family. I sat in the waiting room and made a call to one of my old flings Jack. Jack was a doctor that I hired to take care of my workers. I didn’t want them to raise any suspicions by constantly visiting the hospital with bullet wounds. So I set up a little clinic and hired Jack as the doctor. Jack and I messed around until he tried to convince me to get out the game.

  When I declined, he resigned and moved on. He was now married with three kids. There were still some feelings involved, but I would never give myself bad karma by messing with a married men. I set an appointment for him to come down to my house and redo the DNA test. It was so many snakes in the garden that I didn’t want to risk the results being tampered with.

  Chapter 6

  Chad

  “Here is your dry cleaning, Mr. Green,” my assistant Rose said lying my clothes on the sectional that I had in my office. “The lady at the cleaners found this in one of your pants pockets. I didn’t know if you needed it or not,” she said handing me a pink and green business card.

  On the card was a number with the name Prancer under it. It also had a hand written message that read; Call me, I have some information that will be very beneficial to you.

  Throwing the card in my desk drawer, I continued to watch my club through the security cameras. I spent most of my day’s right here in my office in an attempt to avoid everyone.

  I was still hurt behind finding out that Chad Jr. wasn’t mine. That didn’t stop me from being in his life. I was already three months in and I wasn’t going to stop now. DNA couldn’t tell me that wasn’t my child, the bond I felt when I held him was all I needed. I was disgusted with Cinnamon in how she played me. She had better hoped that baby she was carrying was mine, oh, so help me God I was going to fuck her up.

  I been neglecting my grams, so I decided to get up and pay her a visit. I knew when I saw her it wasn’t going to be nothing nice, but I decided to get it over with. I told my assistant manager that I was gone for the day and locked up my office before leaving.

  My body boiled with rage when I walked inside my grandma’s house and saw Cinnamon sitting on the couch smiling as she texted on her phone. She didn’t even notice me burning holes in her. I had to admit the baby she was carrying had her looking supa thick.

  “You texting CJ’s real father,” I snarled as I mugged her.

  “What the fuck?” she screamed as she jumped at the sound of my voice.

  “Don’t get nervous now, you trifling hoe!” I pulled out my gun. “Why you tried to play me, huh?”

  “Chad, this is about the third time you pulled a gun out on me. If you ain’t gon’ use it, get it out my fucking face!” she said testing me.

  I walked towards her, lifted her body off the couch by her neck, and pushed her into the back wall. I took the safety off the gun and put it to her head. I could feel her body tense up in fear as she began to tremble.

  “Talk that fly shit now,” I smiled. “You bad right?”

  “Do what you got to do.”

  “Oh, so jail got you feeling yourself. You did three months and came out a goon.”

  I had to bite my lip to stop me from lusting over her. The way her body was feeling against mine was starting to stir up some feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted to whip out my dick and fuck her against the wall, but I needed answers.

  “Who’s CJ’s father?”

  “Don’t ask me that dumb ass question!”

  “Cinnamon, don’t push me ma, I’m already on the edge. Answer the fucking question!!”

  Click. Click.

  “Put your fucking gun down and let her go,” my grandma said as she placed the cold steel of her fye to my head.

  My grandma was a certified head blower, so I wasn’t going to even back talk her. I put the safety back on my gun and put it back on my hip.

  “Now, let her go and walk the fuck away!!”

  I shoved Cinnamon’s body causing her to stumble a bit. She was able to catch herself before her body hit the ground. I really wanted to fuck her ass up, but with my grandma here playing captain save-a-hoe, that ass whopping was going have to wait.

  Wham! Wham!

  My grandma hit me two times with her pistol. I was tempted to pull out my nine and pump hot lead in her ass. I had to clench my jaw to avoid me from reacting because she was my grandma. I couldn’t do shit but take it. I could feel the blood began to rush down my hand as I used my fingers to examine the damage.

  “You better not get blood all over my fucking rug!” she yelled. “Cinnamon, could you please excuse us?” she said tossing two towels towards me.

  I caught the towels and used them to apply pressure to the gash that was now bleeding profusely. My head began thump as I felt myself getting a little dizzy. She waited until Cinnamon left the room before she handed my ass to me.

  “Since when was it ok to put your hands on a female? Have you lost your fucking mind?”

  “Sorry, Grams, I was just pissed.”

  “What did I tell your dumb ass about acting on impulse? You just dumb as fuck! Yes she fucked up one time, but that girl has done nothing but proved her loyalty to you. Your dumb ass so busy acting off your impulse that you can’t think rationally.”

  “So, you on her side now?”

  “Yes, Chad, because you are wrong!”

  “She tried to rob me, but I’m wrong. She pin a baby on me that ain’t mine, but I’m wrong.”

  “Listen to your dumb ass. Do you even hear the shit that’s coming out of your mouth?” she said getting all the way in my face. “If Cinnamon wanted to get you for your money, she could have easily done so. She’s your wife with your child all she had to do was divorce your ass and half of all yo shit would be hers, which is way more than those petty bricks you claim she stole. Did you ever stop and think that maybe someone could be setting her up?”

  To be honest, I was so mad I ain’t even look at it that way. I allowed my anger to cloud my judgment and because of that I fucked up royally. The more I thought about it, the more it could have been a possibility. But by who and why?

  “Oh, yo dumb ass thinking now?” Grams snapped before firing up a blunt. She took two puffs before passing it to me. “Let me find out you put your hands on that girl and I swear I will fuck you up myself. I will fire yo ass and train Cinnamon to be the best queen pin Miami has even seen. I’ll fucking humiliate you. Don’t think I’m supposed to pity you since you’re blood, nah! I’m with you when you’re right, but when you’re wrong I’mma let ya ass know! Now you better go upstairs and eat her pussy out from the back because you got a lot of kissing up to do.”

  I gave her a head nod before taking another long pull of the blunt. She was right and I felt like shit for what I was putting my wife thr
ough. I climbed the stairs two by two and made my way to the guestroom that she was staying in.

  “Come in,” she yelled out as I softly knocked on the door.

  Walking in the room, I was able to really see her body. Cinnamon was just so fucking beautiful that there weren’t any words to describe her beauty. I could tell she had just gotten out the shower by the smell of the Escada body wash that paraded around in the room.

  “Go dry your hair before you get sick,” I said leaning against the dresser.

  Cinnamon always had this bad habit of air-drying her hair. I always told her about that shit, but her hardheaded ass never listened. I wasn’t tryna have her catch a cold while she was carrying my seed.

  “Why do you care?” she said rolling her eyes.

  “You carrying my baby. I’m not trying to have you sick.”

  “Oh, now it’s your baby? Hmm!”

  “What you tryna say, Cinny?”

  “Nothing bruh you good.” She got up, went in the bathroom, and slammed the door behind her.

  A nigga was starting to feel a little light headed from the blow to the head, so I lit the pre rolled blunt I had behind my ear and began taking tokes. I opened the window and sat on the edge since I ain’t want to fog up the room. I was halfway through my blunt when Cinnamon walked back in the room. Her ass was teasing a nigga as it did the Miami bounce in the short, yellow, strapless dress she wore. I could tell she was completely naked underneath it by the way the fabric stuck to her skin. She knew what she was doing putting on that little ass dress, she was begging a nigga to dig in them guts.

  “Why you got the room smelling like that shit?” she snapped as she got in the bed.

  “My bad.”

  I finished up my blunt and watched her scroll through her phone. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was talking to another nigga. Curiosity got the best of me and I snatched the phone out of her hand.

  “What the fuck you looking up this shit for?” I yelled and threw her phone across the room.

  “You the one that served me the divorce papers. I’m just trying to find me a good lawyer.”

  “The fuck you need a lawyer for?”

  “To help me through this divorce process.”