Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 3

by Anna Black

  The girls and I went to dinner afterward, and as soon as I got home, I was greeted with candles and soft music. I put my purse and keys down and headed towards the family room.

  “Hey babe, what’s all this?”

  “A little romantic celebration,” he said and took my hands. He gave me a soft kiss. “You look beautiful by the way. Did you find a dress?”

  “First, thank you,” I smiled brightly. “And yes, I said ‘yes’ to the perfect dress.”

  “That’s great, babe.” He kissed me again.

  “Okay, again, what are we celebrating?” I asked. He held my hand and pulled me over to the island. He gave me a glass of bubbly, and I took a sip, anxious to hear what he had to say.

  “As always our love,” he said and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Do you remember me telling you about the contract bid for the expansion on the hospital out in Joliet?”

  “Yeah, you said that you were waiting to see if your bid was accepted.”

  “I was waiting until today,” he said and held up a letter in my face. I leaned my head back a little, so I could read it and the words ‘congratulations R. Wilkerson & Co. has been selected,’ and I screamed. “Baby, this is so amazing! Oh my God, I am so happy for you,” I sang.

  “After ten years of service baby, this is the largest commercial contract that I’ve ever gotten, and this expansion is like, like,” he said at a loss for words.

  “Baby, come here,” I said and hugged him super tight. “I am so proud of you Rel.”

  He squeezed me so tight. “Everything is just falling in line. I mean, my company is growing, my family is doing well, and the icing on the cake, falling in love with you. I am blessed beyond words. I mean, baby, when I first started this company, just to rack up business and referrals, I would be in the negative because I was giving so many breaks to folks.

  Then I got an opportunity to do this hotel. It was this homeowner that I had worked with and did some work on his house. Now he paid me well. He was the first real businessman who wasn’t trying to low ball me because he had heard so many great things. That was my very first six-figure contract, baby. When you say I was terrified, I was terrified, but I went in there, listen to his and his wife’s needs, and two weeks later I walked into his home with my plans. I was nervous as fuck you hear me?

  “But Mr. Patel was a kind-hearted old dude. Americanized and not old school. He and his wife were down to earth. I presented my ideas, and they loved them. They gave me a check for half upfront and baby, I had never seen that many zeros on a check made out to my company since the sign went up. I got with my crew, hired some more people, and I worked fourteen-hour days, but seven months later, I gave my client exactly what they wanted. I walked out with the rest of my money and a huge smile on my face. After that, his friends started calling, and business started to increase, and a year later, Mr. Patel called and said he was interested in my company, building a seventy-room property. I said yes, and after that, my company took off. Now here I am with this,” he held up the letter. “And you,” he said and pulled me in close to him. He kissed me and clothes went flying. Moments later, he had my body on the center island in our kitchen with my legs spread wide as he licked my nectar. The passion and the heat that we shared that night was so explosive that I lost count of how many times he made me cum. Once I made it up to our bed, I collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

  15

  Trina

  When I opened my eyes, I knew I was in someone’s trunk. I began to shake uncontrollably when I realized my hands were tied behind my back. My mind raced, and I wondered who had taken me and why. Then instantly, I knew why, and I sighed. I had pushed him too damn far. I had done that by not leaving well enough alone. I kept pushing and stalking, and now he either sent someone to put the fear of God in me or to…I thought to myself, not even letting my mind go there. I mean, I did the most, but I never caused him or her any physical harm, so I knew Gutta wasn’t going to have me killed. He wasn’t a street nigga or no thug ass nigga. Gutta was a corporate boss, and everything inside of me knew that he’d never actually take my life.

  My eyes searched the dark truck as the tears started to form. If that nigga wanted to scare me, it had worked, and I vowed I’d leave him and his wife alone. I silently prayed and begged God to forgive me and to spare my life because I didn’t want to die, and I wished I could go back and have a do-over. My heart pounded so hard against my chest, and I was so terrified. I tried to break free from the tape that had my wrists and ankles bound, but I couldn’t, and the cold elements alerted me that I was only in my jeans and sweater. I had on socks, but my boots and coat had been removed, and I had no idea where my purse was. I wanted that tape off of my lips. I tried so hard to break free from the tape for so long that my wrists and ankles started to burn. I soon stopped fighting with the tape and just prayed. I was cold as hell. The dark truck gave me the feeling of being in a closed coffin, and I promised God that I’d get myself together and I’d stay away from Gutta, Gabby, her sisters, his brothers, and their parents’ places. Thinking about my behavior, how I lost control and moved over to watching anybody that was associated with Gutta or how the night Gabby gave birth when the coast was clear, I lied to a nurse and told them that I was a relative. She held up their baby girl Gianna so I could snap photos of her.

  Yes, I knew her name was Gianna because I spent an hour or so stalking Gabby’s social media pages before I went to sleep at night. I constantly thought of how I was going to befriend their nanny, Tabitha, so I could somehow get close to that kid to snatch her ass up one day. I wouldn’t harm her, but I wanted to put that fear of losing someone so precious in his heart. In my thinking and reflecting, I was a basket case because I was living off of my savings, and my job had become stalking Gutta, Gabby, and their loved ones. I sniffled and figured that Gutta had figured it all out. I closed my eyes and thought of so many things and then nothing at all. I prayed for sleep, and as soon as I felt myself drift the car stopped.

  My eyes popped open, and I heard voices. They were unfamiliar, and my body began to shake again uncontrollably, not from the night air, but because I was afraid to death. The trunk opened, and the light he shined in my face blinded me. I felt someone snatch me up and out of the trunk and throw me over their shoulder. I whimpered, but he kept moving, and before long, we were inside, and I was thankful for the warmth because I was freezing.

  He sat me down in a chair, and I tried to stop shaking, but I couldn’t. When I looked around and saw that the chair, I was sitting in was on top of plastic, I thought I’d die of a heart attack. I looked to my left and right, and there was more plastic. This definitely wasn’t a scare tactic; they were going to kill me. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t stand. I looked at my assailant with tear-filled eyes, and then he snatched the tape away from my lips like we were enemies. I noted that he was fine as fuck with light eyes and almost a splitting image of Michael Ealey, but taller. I had to think of something fast to persuade him not to go through with this.

  “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked.

  I whimpered. “Yes and no?” I answered. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

  “Let me give you some answers,” he said, and then he grabbed a remote. He hit a button, and a T.V. came on that I hadn’t even realized was there. A few seconds later, Gutta appeared on the screen. “Gutta, please, please, please, I’m so sorry,” I cried. Then his imaged paused.

  “Yo’ bitch, this shit ain’t live. Kill that fuckin’ noise and just listen. He can’t fuckin’ hear you,” he blasted. And I just sobbed. I tried to hold in my cries, but I couldn’t. “Listen, this shit is happening, so either you wanna chill on all this crying and shit, or I can get the damn job done and over with,” he said. I mumbled my moans as best I could.

  He hit play again. “Here we are, a place that I warned your ass that we’d be if you didn’t leave me and my family the fuck alone. You think you fancy, huh, because you got a nice body, wear e
xpensive ass weaves and do all that wild shit in bed, right? Let me tell you something, Trina, about men. Men only enjoy that superficial shit for a minute or two, but when it’s time to wife a woman, all of that surface shit don’t amount to shit. We had our run, and not once did I ever lie to you about a damn thing. You stayed for your own reasons and then tried to sum it all up as love. I have never once claimed you, said I was in love with you and during the time I entertained you, I took care of you because you took care of me.

  “The reason we are right here at this very moment is because you refuse to sit your high yellow ass down. I pleaded with you to stop, and when I took the property that I gave you back, I thought you’d take me at face value, but typical stupid ass bitches like you won’t stop. Just like you think you were stalking me and mine, I put someone on you after my daughter was born. I had niggas making sure that you stayed at bay. The last straw was when you so-called accidentally bumped into our nanny at the gym. See, I honestly was never worried about your bitch ass ever stepping to Gab again after she tackled your ass at Passions, but our daughter is defenseless, and if you had devised a plan to get close to Tab to get to my baby, that would have not worked out well. So, here we are. The light-eyed gentleman there with you, we call him Havoc for a reason. Just remember this: you underestimated me, baby. And tonight, I’m going to sleep good as fuck with my beautiful wife, knowing that I kept them safe from a crazy-ass bitch like you,” he said, and then gave me the deuces.

  My eyes shut tight, and all I could say was the word no over and over again. I opened my eyes and watched the man he called Havoc put bullets into a clip. I started to beg and plead, but he kept loading. “Please don’t do this. Please! I’ll pay you triple. I’ll do whatever you want, just, please! I’ll suck yo’ dick. Whatever you say, just tell me! You can have all the pussy you want. It's right here, just please don’t. I am begging you!” I cried as I continued to plead.

  “Nah, I’m good on that, I got my China Doll at home waiting on me, and plus yo’ ass is too damn skinny for me!” he said and pointed the gun at me, and I closed my eyes.

  Bang! Bang!

  The shots rang out, and I gasped and tried to breathe, but it was like I was running a damn relay because, in that instant, I could not catch my breath. I felt the heat in my chest, and it burned like a bitch. Although I was begging for help, no words came out of my mouth. I tried to lift my head, but it was like I could not, and I continued to try to breathe. Then…….

  16

  Grace

  When I got home, I was happy to see my chocolate giant on my porch. I wondered why he was at my place without calling, and I knew he had to be freezing, so I hurried up the steps.

  “Baby, what are you doing out here? It’s cold as ice,” I said.

  “I just got here. Knew you’d be pulling in soon and I just wanted to see you. How was court today?”

  I pulled out my keys as he stood from the wicker chair. “It was cool,” I said and stuck my key in the door. As soon as I opened it, Bistro greeted us.

  “Hey, what's up B,” Malice said because Bistro ran right to him. The entire week Malice had come to my place every night, but we hadn’t had another sleepover.

  “B, and he running straight to you now,” I said and laid my purse and keys on the counter.

  “I told you boo, before long he gone be growling at you,” he said, shutting the door with Bistro in his other arm.

  “And that is when his ass will be living with you,” I declared and took off my coat. I stepped out of my shoes and went to the coat closet. He put the dog down and came over to hand me his leather jacket. “Are you hungry, babe? I can order us something.”

  “I am, but I wanna take you out to dinner and then to my place. It’s Friday, so there is no work tomorrow. We can sleep in,” he said, embracing me from the back as I put his coat on a hanger.

  “Well you know I can’t leave Bistro here if we plan to sleep in. He normally goes at seven in the morning, and it’s too damn cold to leave him in the truck while we eat,” I said.

  “True, so why don’t you pack up a bag for you and Bistro and I’ll bring y’all back Sunday evening,” he offered and then kissed my neck.

  “That sounds good, but am I packing club clothes, dinner clothes, or just loungewear?”

  “I took the weekend off, so lounge clothes. I just want us to spend some true quality time together. Uninterrupted, just you and me time, so we can get closer, beautiful.” He then kissed my neck softly. This man gave me butterflies, and I always felt electricity when he touched me. I hoped this weekend we’d consummate our relationship because it had been a week since we deemed ourselves to be in a relationship, and technically five days since we agreed to wait thirty days to have sex. It was like Sunday morning, and Sunday was two days away, and I was ready to get some dick.

  “I’m with that, but tomorrow I have to sneak out for a little while because we are getting fitted for our bridesmaid's dresses for Chas’ and Rel’s wedding. Are you good with that?”

  “Of course,” he said, letting me go. “I still can’t believe that my brothers are married. Well, Rel about to be. I mean, we were like bachelor bound, but then Gutta laid eyes on Gab, Rel, got turned out by Chas,” he paused and then ran a hand over his beard, and smiled that devilish grin that I love. “Then yo’ juicy sexy ass is fucking with my feelings and got me all fucked up too,” he said.

  “Oh, so I’m growing on you?”

  “Every minute of the day, baby. I can’t fuckin’ concentrate at work. That’s why a brotha kinda scared to hit that.”

  I tilted my head. “So pussy is a game-changer?”

  “No, no, no, no, that’s not what I’m saying. I mean, you can fuck with a woman with that heat, but if you’re not feeling her in here,” he said, pointing to his heart, “It's just all about that heat, but if they got you here,” he pointed to his heart again, “that center could send a man over the edge. See, my brothers got shot in the heart, that is why Gutta married yo’ sis and why Rel is marrying Chas. The love box is just a bonus, and since I know your love box is untouched, I already know once it conforms to my dick, I’m done.”

  I smiled and walked back over to him. I kissed him and then said, “That is good to know and thanks for the breakdown, but I must take Bistro out,” I said and grabbed my warm blanket from the back of the sofa. I used that every time I took him out just to keep from hanging my coat four or five times a day.

  “Nah, baby, go and pack your bag, I got him,” he volunteered. I didn’t argue. He went outside without a coat, but he was grown, so I headed to my room to pack a bag. My cell rang, and I went back to my purse to retrieve it. It was Gloria Jean, and even though I didn’t want to answer, I did.

  “Hello, mother,” I sang.

  “Hello, daughter, and how the hell are ya,’” she asked. I had missed church last Sunday as well as dinner, so I knew she was calling to dip into my business because that was not usual for me. Plus, I hadn’t spoken to her all week.

  “I’m good ma, how are you and daddy?”

  “We good, and I take it a man named Malice is the reason why you are MIA.”

  “Well, mother,” I said and sat on my purple chair. I wasn’t a liar and lying to Gloria Jean was useless, because she knew me. “Malice is part of the reason, but not completely.”

  “Are you still my only virgin daughter,” Mother asked.

  “I am, but I don’t want to be,” I confessed.

  “He got you open, huh?” she asked.

  I got up and pushed my door but didn’t close it all the way. “He does Ma, and I am honestly not sure what I’m feeling. I think it’s love, Ma, but how do I know?”

  “Well, honey, there is no easy answer, but this is how I determined that I was in love with your father way back then.”

  I was all ears. “How, Ma?”

  “I imagined my life without him in it, and when I couldn’t imagine, then I knew. I mean I liked other boys back then, but none ever made me
sad at the thought of never seeing or talking to them again. Your father was the first and only one. Now we had a rocky marriage, and he even did me wrong, but I never stopped loving that man. I dated after I left your father, but no man ever penetrated my heart like him. Your father and I are where we are now because God answered my prayers to bring him back to me as a better man for me. He’ll never understand that my prayers are what straightened him out.

  God saw the desires of my heart, and he cleaned my husband up, sent him back to me, and we are happier now than we’ve ever been,” my mother confessed.

  I smiled. “Well, I know that no man has ever made me feel chills Ma, and when we are apart, I miss his scent, his voice, and his laugh. I wanna give myself to him, and I have never desired to do that with any other man.”

  “Well, I don’t know if he is your true love, but explore it, daughter. If he is kind and respects you and treats you like you know you deserve, take that chance.”

  “Thanks, Ma,” I said and stood. I went for my closet to get an overnight bag.

  “You’re welcome, love. Now, will you be at church on Sunday? Your sisters and I missed you for dinner last Sunday. My grandbaby, GiGi is so gorgeous, just like me,” she added.

  “I will, mother.” We chatted a little longer, and I knew I had to pack church clothes. Malice would have to take me to church and go to Sunday dinner with me, even if he didn’t attend the service. I started to pack my bag, and when I went out to go into the bathroom for my toiletries, I noticed my second room door open. I walked in, and he was examining my sketches. I was not used to anyone being in that space.