Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 2

by Anna Black

  “Are the doors locked?” he asked first.

  “I don’t know, Rel, I don’t know. Carmen left, and I didn’t double-check. I didn’t check,” I cried because I was terrified and too scared to go anywhere near that back door.

  “I’m already in route,” he said. “If that nigga at the back door, go out the front door, baby and fuckin’ run! Now!” he ordered. The banging was so loud that I was too petrified to even move. “Do you hear me, open the front door and fucking run!” he roared.

  I heard him, but fear paralyzed me. I figured the back door had to be locked since he was banging like a maniac and not coming in. I trembled uncontrollably thinking that Chris had come, and he’d kill me. The crazy banging like a horror movie continued, and I figured that Rel was right. I headed to the front door and opened it. And when I did, Chris was right there like the damn boogie man. He pushed me so damn hard I fell to the floor, and my phone slid across the floor.

  “Yeah, I knew you’d try to escape this way, and my plan sent you running right into me!” he said and pulled my body up from the floor by my hair.

  I was so scared of him because I knew he had no mercy or sympathy for me. He had beat me so bad before that I was sure I couldn’t have kids, but that was my fate. Rel and I was a fairytale, not what was truly meant for me. I knew Chris would either kill me or do damage so bad that Rel wouldn't even want me anymore. Either way, I started to mentally prepare myself for what the night would bring. I didn’t even fight him as he pulled me to the middle of the main floor.

  “Please, Chris, don’t!” I managed.

  “Don’t what? Fuck that sweet pussy of yours and beat the fuck out of you or what, kill you and burn this bitch down with you in it? Didn’t I tell you that there is no moving on? Huh!” he blasted with a punch to my nose, knocking me back onto the floor. The blow hurt like a bitch and the memories of what his blows used to feel like came rushing back to me. Blood from my nose trickled down my throat, and I coughed.

  “Please, please, please just leave. I won’t tell, I swear, and I’ll give you whatever you want. You wanna fuck, we can fuck. I have money, just please don’t kill me, Chris. Don’t destroy my place. I will do whatever you want!” I cried. I knew Rel would come for me, but even if he didn’t, I meant those words. I was in love with myself all over again. Rel had brought me back to me, and I didn’t want to die, not like that. I wanted to do whatever to not feel another punch and to walk away alive.

  “Nah, bitch, it's not gonna be that easy,” he said, dropping to his knees beside me and then going under my dress. He yanked my panties away, and I just shut my eyes and beg God for this to not happen to me. Chris had done enough damage, and now he was about to rape me. He had me feeling helpless because I was no match for his crazy ass. I had come too far to be back at square zero. “Because I know that that muthafucka got you open. I know that that bitch ass nigga ain’t never fucked you like me, and I’m about to show you what good –” he was about to say, but my man stepped into the room and cut him the fuck off.

  “Good what, nigga!” he blasted. “Good what, muthafucka!” he roared. Rel’s voice was like an angel from heaven singing a hymn, and I thank God that he walked in before Chris covered my body with his. I found the strength to scoot back away, quickly putting distance between myself and Chris. He stood and then turned to face Rel. I had no idea what would happen.

  “Oh, so you come up in here thinking you wanna be a got’damn hero for this bitch?” Chris spat.

  “Nah, I ain’t no ma’fuckin hero, but I need you to understand that I’ll die for mine,” Rel said. When I finally stopped scooting backward, I went for my nose that was now leaking blood. “You put yo’ fucking hands on her, nigga!” Rel yelled.

  And before I knew it, he charged Chris, forcing him against the wall. Blows were exchanged. I crawled to my phone to call the police, but before I could dial the number, his brothers filed in, and the fight stopped. Chris was clearly in worse shape than my baby was, huffing and puffing like a fool.

  “Y’all wanna jump me, huh, but I got something for all of you nigga’s,” he said and reached into his coat. When he drew a gun, I heard shots, but it wasn’t from the gun that Chris drew. When his body fell to the floor, I screamed. I had never witnessed no shit like that in my life and as horrible as Chris had been to me, to see him lying there with his blood pooling put me into shock. I heard him gurgling and trying to say something.

  Rel rushed over to me, and I could not be comforted. I just wanted to get out of there. I didn’t know which brother had shot Chris. All I knew was it was too much for me, and I couldn’t stop trembling. Rel carried me outside, and I heard the sirens in the distant. I was so overwhelmed with emotions. I wondered if Chris was dying on my salon floor, or if the ambulance would get there in time to save him.

  “Baby, calm down, everything is okay,” Rel said.

  “Just hold me, just hold me close, don’t let me go,” I cried. In his arms was the only place that I could be to feel okay. I didn’t ever want to leave his arms.

  “I got you, baby, and I’ll never let you go. I promise. You are safe with me,” he assured me. He held me close.

  The paramedics rushed inside to aid Chris, and then the brothers came out one by one. The police started asking a whole lot of questions. Rel held me the entire time, and he didn’t let me go. I declined to go to the hospital for my nose even though he suggested I should. I had been punched in the face by bitch ass Chris before, and I knew I’d be fine.

  When they finally rolled the gurney out with Chris’ body, there was a sheet covering his face, so I knew he was gone. I sobbed, but not for him, for myself and Rel. It was because of me that shit was happening that way, and I wished my past hadn’t come back to haunt us that way.

  “Baby, please don’t cry. It's alright. Everything is going to be just fine.”

  I nodded my head up and down, agreeing with what he said, but I couldn’t stop crying. Finally, after the police let us go, the brothers assured me that they’d handle everything for me and one of Malice security guys drove us home. I cried the entire ride home, and once I was in bed on his chest, the events of what had really happened that evening and the reality of Chris being gunned down brought on more tears. Not because I’d miss him, but because I once loved him and so many of his family and friends would grieve his loss. I was grateful that God made a way for him to never ever hurt me again.

  I found out the next day that Malice was the one who got off two shots. Both shots were in the chest. I was so grateful that he was quicker than Chris because who knows who he would have shot at first if he hadn’t gotten taken down by Malice’s bullets. I was more than grateful that all we walked away with was a busted nose and a bruise to Rel’s left cheek. Chris was gone, but he got exactly what he deserved, and that night made my man and me even closer.

  The next morning, Rel decided that we needed a getaway. I agreed, so he booked us tickets to visit Miami. He had a college buddy out that way, and he thought the getaway would do us both some good, so we took off for seven days. It was warm in Miami, and I had a good time. It was just what I needed, but I couldn’t help thinking about my salon. Rel kept assuring me that his brother and crew knew what to do. I trusted him, so I took his word for it. I let him do all the things he did to my mind and body to take away the thoughts of the shooting, the attempted rape, and everything horrible about Christopher.

  After we returned home, I wanted to go by my salon, but Rel convinced me to wait until the following day. The girls had already got back to work two days prior to our return, and I imagined everything looked fine if the ladies were already back to work. The next day I didn’t have any clients, but I was anxious to see my salon. When I walked in, to my pleasant surprise, all of my girls were there.

  They greeted me with hugs, kisses, and welcome backs. I was so happy to see them. Only two of my favorite stylist were there, and the girls had champagne. After I looked around and the place looked as if no one had d
ied on the floor, I exhaled and took the glass that Gabby handed me.

  “Well, let’s do some hair and catch up,” I said to my girls, Loren and Carmen. I went over to my station, put on my smock, and Grace rushed into my chair first. “Damn Grace, since when do you go before Queen Gabby?” I kidded.

  “Since I got a date in a couple of hours,” she squealed.

  “A date with who?” Tori inquired.

  “Malice,” Gemma answered.

  “Shut up!” I said. I had been out of town, so I wasn’t caught up. “You know your man is a hero,” I added.

  “Well, not my man just yet, and yes, I heard about the entire thing.”

  “Well we haven’t, so please somebody tell us what happened that night?” Loren said.

  “Yes, all we saw was the quick news recap, and you can’t believe the shit they say,” Carmen said as she grabbed the remote to lower the volume on the music.

  “First let me shampoo, Grace, and I’ll come back and tell y’all.”

  I thought I’d have a difficult time talking about it, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. By the time I was curling Grace’s hair, we were back to laughing and drinking. Tori and Gabby talked about their babies nonstop, and I couldn’t wait to see my God babies again. We were watching Gemma imitate one of her patients and laughing when there was a knock on the front door, and we all jumped. I turned to the door to see it was Malice.

  “Aww shit, Gracie, yo’ hero is here,” Gemma said, making fun as she then bounced like she was riding a horse.

  “Gemma, stop it, fool,” Grace said as she stood.

  I saw her lean in to do a mirror check while I headed to the door to let him in. He followed me, and all the ladies said, “Hi Malice,” in unison as they purred.

  “Would y’all quit?” Grace said again.

  “Evening ladies,” Malice said with a handsome smile.

  “Is there an S on your chest underneath that sweater?” Gemma teased.

  He shook his head slightly. “Nah, I’m not suited up tonight,” he joked back with her.

  “Daaayyyyyuuuumm,” Carmen said and bit down on her bottom lip.

  Malice reached for Grace’s hand. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Oh, she ready,” Gemma said, now doing her Tiffany Haddish imitation, and I shook my head at that fool.

  “Ummm, brother-in-law,” Gabby called out. “What are your intentions with my little sister?” she questioned.

  “Stay tuned, and you’ll see,” he replied with a devilish grin, and they headed out the door.

  To Be Continued!

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