“I got a plan you guys,” I said.
“Spill it, bitch,” Persia said as she stuffed her face.
“Adonis and I were talking last night, and he told me that he was thinking about renting a large cabin in the Ozarks for Christmas. All of the family will be there, ya know. All three of us can ride together then call Donald up and ask him to come. Of course he’ll say yes because he wants to be with you, Miracle. Once Turk sees him, he’ll go crazy and he’ll be begging to have you back. Adonis told me he already knows who Donald is. Remember, they got ways of finding shit out. He told me he’s a lame and barely wins his cases, so that means Adonis may trust him enough to come chill with us in the cabin.”
“Girl, you know damn well Adonis nor Ramses ain’t about to let a random ass nigga, that we barely know, chill with us in the cabin for a couple of days.” Persia said.
“He barely wins his cases, P, which means he’s not known around the Chicago area. No one takes him seriously. Adonis said he’s a nobody, which means he not worried about him. I gets what I want from daddy, so best believe Donald is coming to the cabin.”
“Girl, I’m not trying to be responsible for a murder. As soon as Turk sees him, he’s going to kill him and possibly my ass too. I’ll have to think about it.” Miracle said.
“No, he’s coming. I’ll make sure Adonis and Ramses keep Turk under control,” I said.
“You can’t keep that nigga under control. It’s Turk for crying out loud.” Persia yelled.
“Just trust in me. I got this. You’ll have Turk back in no time, boo. I promise,” I said.
“If Adonis knows who he is then why Turk hasn’t come to me about it?” Miracle asked.
“Adonis thinks that he’s not posing a threat to Turk, because he thinks Donald is lame. He said you were trying to get Turk mad, and when I told him that you were actually talking to him, he waved me off and laughed even harder. He said Donald is a waste of bullets.”
“I’m going to change the subject, because I’m tired of talking about their asses. Can y’all come with me to the mall tomorrow, so that we can baby shop?” Persia asked getting excited.
“I can’t. I’m leaving with Adonis somewhere tonight. He told me to pack my bags because we were leaving. Plus he’s been telling me not to buy anything for the twins yet. He won’t tell me why, he just says he’ll give me the ok.” I answered.
“Where y’all going,” they asked in unison.
“He said it’s a surprise,” I answered.
“Well, Miracle, can you go with me. I want to see my nephew so bring Kenneth,” Persia said.
“I have no choice. My mom said something came up, so I’ll have to get him when I leave here,” Miracle answered. Suddenly Miracle’s phone started ringing. When she pulled out her phone, she smirked, and turned the phone towards us, so that we could see the screen. Turk’s name flashed along with a picture of him and Miracle.
“Don’t answer it. Let it ring, and then you need to delete that picture. Every time he calls, you’ll see it and that’s bad. You need to replace it with a middle finger, because it’s fuck his ass for right now,” Persia said as she laughed.
“Yeah, fuck him.” Miracle said as she pressed the ignore button, and placed the phone back into her purse.
For the rest of the time they were here we pigged out on all types of snacks and watched Waiting To Exhale. By 9:30pm they had their jackets on and keys in their hands ready to leave. I walked them outside to their cars and hugged them goodbye. Once they pulled out of the gate, I ran my ass back in the house and shot upstairs. I needed to hurry up and back my belongings for the secret getaway Adonis had planned for us.
Once I was in my room, I walked into our large walk-in closet and pulled out my Louis Vuitton luggage. Since he didn’t tell me where we were going, I packed things for cold weather and hotter weather. I walked into the bathroom and took some of my favorite perfumes and lotions along with a tooth brush and other things to put in my bag. I carried my bag out of the closet and set it next to the bedroom door. I was in a t-shirt and shorts, so I needed to freshen up and get dressed.
While I was in the bathroom I looked in the mirror and studied myself. My stomach was getting bigger and bigger each day. I was now seven months, which meant it would only be a matter of time before they made their way to their mommy and daddy. I heard my phone ringing in the bedroom, so I immediately walked out so that I could get it. Once I made it to my dresser, I picked the phone up and saw Adonis’ name flash across the screen. A smile crept on my face as I answered the call.
“Yes, baby,” I answered.
“I’m outside. Come open the door,” he said.
“You left your key?”
“Nah, I just want to see my wife, now open the door,” he demanded. I smiled again as I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. I walked down the stairs as I held my stomach. Once I got to the front door I looked through the peephole just to make sure daddy was on the other side. I unlocked the door, opened it, and stepped to the side.
“Damn, you trying to freeze a mothafucka to death,” he joked as he rubbed his hands together.
“You should have just opened the door with your key.” I laughed as he pulled me closer to him. He planted a wet kiss on my lips and slapped my ass before he took his coat off.
“Why you not ready yet, ma?”
“I was about to put on a jogging suit and redo my ponytail, but you called me.” He said nothing as we walked up the steps. Once we were in our room he grabbed my bag off of the floor. “Hurry up and get ready. I’ll be in the truck waiting for you,” he said as he exited the room. As soon as he was outside of the door I immediately ran into the room to grab a jogging suit. I walked into the bathroom and stripped down to my bra and panties.
I grabbed the brush and a ponytail holder from out of the cabinet, so that I could put my hair into a messy bun. I grabbed some edge control and applied it to my edge before I ran the brush over it one last time. I grabbed the bottoms to my jogging suit and put them on and then the sweatshirt. I looked myself over one last time before I turned the light off to the bathroom and exited the bathroom. As I made my way downstairs I texted Adonis to let him know I was coming down.
Once I made it to the bottom of the steps I saw Esmeralda in the living room sleeping peacefully. I didn’t want to wake her, so I wrote a little note letting her know that Adonis and I were living for a couple of days. I stuck it to the wall and walked over to the door. I grabbed my coat and keys and made my way outside to the truck. As I got closer, I saw Adonis rolling up a blunt while he bobbed his head to whatever song he was listening to. I opened the car door and got in. As soon as I put on my seatbelt, he signaled for one of the security guards to open the gates. Once they were completely opened, Adonis drove out and we were out of there.
30 Minutes Later
I immediately woke up from a deep slumber when I felt Adonis tap me on my shoulder. I was so tired that as soon as we left our home, my ass immediately passed out. I didn’t even feel the car stop or hear him get out of the car for that matter. He had walked over to the passenger side and opened my door so that he could wake me. When my eyes were completely opened, I realized that we were at the warehouse. I looked at him as he unbuckled my seatbelt. “Baby, why are we here?” I asked as he helped me out of the truck.
Once my feet touched the floor, he closed the door and sounded the alarm before he took my hand and guided me to the entrance of the warehouse. “Aye, mothafuckas, it’s me, open up,” he said as he banged on the door three times. Someone looked through the peephole and immediately unlocked the door, so that we could go in. Adonis pulled on my hand and guided me to the room where Kenya was held hostage. He opened the door and a foul odor immediately slapped me in the face. I immediately began choking, because the stench in this room was revolting.
Adonis turned on the lights, and I saw Kenya in the same chair with her head slumped. There were open blisters all over her body and nails were drille
d into her skin. I covered my mouth as I looked at Adonis, who had a smile on his face. “Come here, baby,” he demanded. He walked over to the table with weapons spread across it. I did as I was told, trying not to look at Kenya. The sight before me was just too much for me to cope with let, along with the smell.
“Pick out a gun, baby,” he said. He took of his coat and hung it on the hook that was plastered on the wall.
“Pick a gun for what?” I asked. Kenya suddenly lifted her head and our eyes met. Her eyes bulged as she stared at me. She immediately began crying and hyperventilating like the last time. I guess she couldn’t stand the sight of me.
“Just do what I ask. Don’t ask questions. The faster we get this over, the faster we can get to the plane,” he spoke. I looked at him before I focused my attention on the table filled with an array of guns. Some of them were huge, and then there were smaller ones. I’m sure Adonis could handle the smaller ones without a problem, so I picked a larger one for him. I picked up a semi-automatic and tried to hand it to him. It was extremely heavy.
“You sure you want to use this big mothafucka, baby? You can barely carry it,” he laughed as he took it away from me without a problem.
“What do you mean, Adonis? Because I’m confused.”
“I brought you here, because I want you to finish this bitch off. It’s about to be a lot of things changing, baby. In order for us to move on to bigger and better things, we need to dead the past…so…this bitch needs to die. Now pick a gun that you can handle, so we can get this over with,” he smiled as he kissed my forehead.
“Adonis, I’ve never shot a gun before.” I panicked.
“Take your jacket off, and I’ll show you,” he replied. He helped me with my jacket and kissed my neck while he stood behind me. “What’s it going to be Ms. Smith?” He asked as he caressed my thighs. I looked at all of the guns on the table, and picked the smallest one which was a glock 19. I picked it up, and inspected it before showing it to him.
“Mmm, nice choice, baby, now stand like this,” he positioned my body into his as he held me by the hips. His lips brushed against my earlobes as daddy whispered into my ear.
“Baby, please focus. We can fuck later,” I said. He immediately began laughing and kissed my neck before he continued.
“Aight, put your hands up like this and squeeze the gun tight. If you don’t once you shoot you can end up shooting yourself. Place your finger on the trigger and light that bitch up,” he said as he continued to kiss my neck. My palms began to sweat as I pointed the gun directly at Kenya’s head. He caressed my arms and placed sweet kisses on my neck while I tried to concentrate on killing Kenya.
“Baby, please,” I pleaded.
“Daddy loves when you beg,” he said as he rubbed his hard dick on my ass. “Shoot, ma,” he continued. I squinted my eyes as I held the gun in my hand as tight as I could. Briana, you got this. Remember this bitch wanted to kill you. She was planning to take your life away. She sided with Nino. She threated to kill your babies…this bitch deserved everything she got…shoot this bitch, Briana...shoot this bitch…shoot her now.
POW! Was all I heard followed by the ringing noise in my ear. Kenya immediately began screaming, and I jumped because I could’ve sworn I aimed for her head. “Good shot, baby. You shot her in the shoulder. You were almost there, just aim a little higher,” Adonis coached.
I raised my gun higher and fired. POW! POW! POW! I watched as Kenya’s head flew back, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Adonis grabbed the gun and sat it on the table. I stood still as the ringing in my ears slowly faded. He kissed my cheek and walked towards her with a sinister smile on his face. “Damn, baby, you literally took this bitch’s head off,” he laughed as he clapped his hands. I grabbed my stomach because I felt the cookies from earlier getting ready to come back up. I walked over to a corner and hunched over waiting for the cookies to make their grand entrance. I felt Adonis’ hands on my lower back. Once I realized nothing was about to come out, I stood up straight and looked at the man I loved. You in deep, Briana, you just killed somebody. You are forever tied to this man, I thought as he stared at me coldly with deep, piercing eyes.
“What you thinking about?” he asked as he stepped closer.
“Nothing, I’m just ready to get out of this room. It stinks,” I said as a slight smile crept on my face. He nodded his head as he walked over to the table to retrieve our jackets. I quickly walked to the door and opened it, so that I could inhale the air from outside of the room. Brandon and the rest of the crew were outside with a body bag.
“Was sup, boss lady,” they said in unison as I walked out. Seconds later Adonis followed me.
“Clean that shit all the way up. When I get back I don’t want to see not a mothafucking spec of blood,” Adonis boomed as he put my jacket on. They all nodded their heads and filed into the room one by room.
“Aight, baby, let’s go. We got a flight to catch,” he said. He guided me to the front entrance of the warehouse. Once we were in the car, he blasted the heat and reclined my seat. “Gon’ ‘head and rest, baby. I’ll wake you when we get there,” he said.
He didn’t have to tell me twice, because my ass was exhausted. It was going on 12:00am, and I needed my beauty rest, so I got comfortable in the seat and drifted off to sleep.
ADONIS
As we cruised on the highway to our destination, I thought about all the life changes I was about to make. I was ready for a new beginning and to start a brand new life with the love of my life and my sons. Now that Kenya was dead, I felt like I had the closure I needed to move on. I enjoyed watching the bitch suffer for weeks, because I felt like she deserved it. Now she and Nino could be together forever. I looked over at Briana and watched her sleep. Her chest rose and fell as she slightly snored. Then my eyes traveled to her huge, round stomach with my twins resting inside. I realized that the decision I was about to make was for the better. As I got off the intersection, I dialed James to let him know that I would be there any second.
I pulled into the plane’s runway and immediately began waking Briana up by tapping her shoulder. James stood beside my father’s jet with a glass of champagne in his hand. I parked near my father’s limo and hopped out. As I walked to the passenger side to get Briana, I nodded at James, who tried to avoid eye contact with me. I guess Turk had told Grams that he knew that both of them were fucking around, and Grams told him. Thing was, I been knew. He made Grams happy, so I let him live. Wasn’t no reason for him to be acting different now. If he was going balls deep in Grams then he was really part of the family now. I carefully helped Briana out of the car, and we quickly walked towards the jet hand in hand. I knew my baby was tired, so my goal was to get her comfortable, so that she could sleep again while we were in the air. “Baby. where are we going,” she asked.
“LA, ma. I got some things to handle, we’ll be back in Chicago in no time,” I promised as I kissed the back of her hand. She began walking up the jets step as I followed closely behind her. As soon as we entered the jet, we saw my pops and Turk playing a game of cards and smoking some cigars. Somebody else was on the plane, but I couldn’t see them, because they had the quilt over their head sleeping.
“Was sup, nigga,” Turk boomed as he got up and gave me a brotherly hug. He turned to Briana and looked at her stomach. “How the fuck do you live with that thing, fam? Please let a nigga know. Looking like a mothafuckin’ hippo and shit,” Turk boomed as Briana slapped his arm.
“I’m just playing, cuz, you know I love you,” he said as he hugged her. Stacks appeared from behind him with a flower in his hand.
“Ahhh, my beautiful daughter. You are glowing. I need you to drop my grandsons because I’m waiting.” He said as he kissed her forehead.
“Only two more months, dad,” she smiled as she looked up at me. I kissed her soft lips and grabbed a blanket out of the cabinet. In the back of the jet was a twin-sized bed. It wasn’t as comfortable as the bed back home, but it would have to do
until we got off of the plane. I guided Briana to the back and suddenly stopped when the person under the blanket, sitting next to my pops, revealed themselves. Briana gasped and covered her mouth, and to be honest a nigga was quite surprised as well.
“Clara?” Briana said out loud. Clara looked at Briana with an embarrassing look on her face. She got up and walked towards us.
“We can talk in the back,” she said before she grabbed Briana by the arm and dragged her to the backroom. Once the ladies were out of sight, I sat down and joined my pops and Turk for a game of spades while we talked about business.
BRIANA
“What the hell are you doing here, Clara? And who are you with?” I asked as I prayed that she wasn’t here with Turk. If that were the case then that would be a drama in its own category that I wouldn’t have time for.
“I’m here with Stacks. He and I been kicking it for a while. I know it’s wrong, because his nephew and my daughter are dating, but he makes me feel things I’ve never felt, Briana. I feel like I’m living again when I’m with him. Hell, I’m only 43, baby…he makes me feel like I’m in my 20’s again.” She said.
“How the hell did this even happen, Clara? When did y’all start talking?” I asked perplexed.
“When we were at Grams house for Thanksgiving he followed me everywhere. I couldn’t even take a piss without the man standing outside of the door waiting for me. Then when I went home, he wanted to come as well. I let him. After I put Kenneth to sleep, we stayed up ‘til 4am talking about everything that two human beings our age could talk about. It’s just a different vibe that I haven’t felt ever in all of my 43 years. In no way, shape, or form am I trying to break up what Miracle and Turk have, but I can’t help the way I feel about this man,” she explained.
Hell, if he was making her happy then I couldn’t argue with it. I should have known how Stacks acted, because his boys acted just like them. If they wanted you they were going to get you and there was nothing you could do about it. Actually, as I sit here and think about it. I forgot the Clara didn’t go with us to Cuba awhile back, so this was their first time meeting.
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