I dosed off and when I woke up we were at the airport. I decided not to ask questions, I just went with the flow. My phone began to ring and it was Stone. Boss reached over and snatched it from my hand. He rolled the window down, and tossed it out. I would usually have a fit over my phone. It was like the Bible to me. However, I didn’t give a fuck, because I wanted to shut the world out.
Chapter 11- Boss
I knew that I was going out on a limb by going straight to the airport, but I felt the need to take K’Yonnah away from the city. She was in need of a change of scenery. I knew it wouldn’t heal her heart overnight. However, I knew that it would make her feel a lot better. I wasn’t really feeling the fact that we left in the middle of the service, but I could tell it was the last place that she wanted to be.
We had all been worried about her since she left the house to go to the funeral home to meet up with Stone. We had a pretty good idea that they were together. I even went up to the funeral home, and that’s when the owner told me about what had transpired there. I knew she hadn’t went with him willingly. This nigga Stone had balls for real. He solidifies that saying, “niggas ain’t shit”.
I’m a man, and I’ve had my share of bitches in my lifetime. Sometimes two at a time, but I would never be so fucking disrespectful like he is being. Like what real nigga brings his side bitch and their kids to the funeral of his deceased daughter. Only to parade her in front of a grieving mother out of spite. That’s some cold-hearted shit. Not to mention cold-blooded.
At first I was going to talk to him, man to man, about this situation, but that’s off the table. That nigga better not even think about looking at her, or else I’m going to fuck him up. There will be no more sparing this nigga. I’ve let his bitch ass make it far too long. As I drove I glanced over at K’Yonnah, and she had dosed off.
The pencil skirt she was wearing had raised up a little and there were red marks across her thighs. That shit had me fucked up, and angry at the same time. I became mad at her, because she was allowing this nigga to constantly put his hands on her. I could tell that she had never called the authorities on his ass or defended herself. As we headed to the airport all I could think about was what type of hold did this fuck nigga have over her.
My phone began to ring and it was Shannie. I sent her text letting her know that K’Yonnah was fine, and I would have her call her, as soon as our flight landed in New York. I had one of the best travel agents on my payroll. So after calling him and sending my payment, we were on our way. I just hoped that K’Yonnah would be cool with me taking her to another city without asking her first.
*****
“Where are you taking me, Boss?” K’Yonnah asked as we took our seats on the plane.
“I’m taking you to New York, if that’s okay with you.” She smiled and blushed a little bit. It made her even cuter than she already was. Especially since I had never seen her smile before. It was actually a good feeling to be the one to put a smile on her face.
“It’s okay, Boss, but I don’t have any clothes.”
“Don’t worry about any of that. I got it all under control. Do you trust me?” I lifted her chin, so that she could look at me in my eyes. She had a habit of never making eye contact with me, and I didn’t like that. I needed our eyes to talk just as well as us exchanging verbal communication. A person’s eyes tell their soul, and dealing with her I needed to see where her head was at.
“Of course I trust you. Thank you for being here for me. I really appreciate this.” She leaned over and kissed me on the jaw. Shit, as far as I’m concerned she could have placed a wet one on my lips, and that would have been okay with me, but her lips were soft as hell against my jaw. I blushed a little myself.
I don’t know what it was about this woman that drew me to her. It was like God had put me here on this Earth to find her and make her a better woman than she already is. I stared at her as she stared out of the airplane window. We were getting ready for takeoff, and I could tell she was scared.
“I know you ain’t over there scared. I know you’ve done this plenty of times.”
“Actually, I’ve never been on a plane in my life. To be honest, I’ve never even been out of Chicago.” I grabbed her hand and tried to relax her. I couldn’t believe she had never been on an airplane before. Here it was, her nigga had all this fucking money, but had never treated her to a fucking trip out of the hood. All that shit was about to change; at that moment I knew that I needed to show her a different world, if she was ever going to get out of that nigga’s clutches. It was all becoming clearer that she needed to know what life was outside of Stone. Hopefully, she would appreciate life more and find her purpose in life. She’s been led to believe that Stone is all she had in this life. Little does baby girl know that ain’t much to have.
*****
After our flight landed at LaGuardia, we quickly took a taxi to the Waldorf Astoria hotel. If I was going to show her the finer things in life, we needed to stay at one of the best hotels.
“This is beautiful, Boss. Oh my God! I’ve never seen anything like this.” I sat down in the living room area of the suite and grabbed a bottle from the bar. I watched her as she walked around the suite in awe of the littlest things. I got up and went to run her some bath water. I knew she must have been tired and needed to relax and that’s all I wanted for her.
“I ran you some bath water, how about you go in there and relax. I’m going to go over to my room and see if it’s as lavish as yours.” I tried to walk away, but she grabbed me by the arm.
“What do you mean your room? I don’t want to stay in this big ole suite by myself. You have to stay here with me. That’s the least you can do.”
“I just wanted to give you your privacy.” I was surprised when she stepped closer to me. She was so close our noses were almost touching.
“If I wanted to be alone, I would have stayed back home. I’m here with you, and I feel so comfortable. Please don’t leave me here by myself.” She said as she kissed me on the lips and hugged me tight. I wasn’t expecting her to say or do any of that, but I welcomed it.
“I got you, but go ahead and take a bath. I’m about to go grab some things for you.” I kissed her on the forehead and headed out. I hit my brother Kartier up, and let him know what the lick read. In the meantime, I went out and grabbed as much as I could for her, so that she could be comfortable. I hoped and prayed my little nigga behaved, because with each minute I was around her I was getting harder than a motherfucker.
Chapter 12- K’Yonnah
My mind was all over the place as I soaked in the massive Jacuzzi tub filled with bubbles. At that very moment there was nowhere else in the world I would rather be than here with Boss. At the same time I had so much unfinished business at home with Stone. Everything I owned and all of my prized possessions were back at the house I shared with Stone.
I had two choices in the matter. I could go home and move my things out and officially end things with him. Or, I can leave that shit behind and start a new life. Funny thing about starting over is that I have nothing. Not a damn dime to my name. I know that Boss wants to help me, but that has nothing to do with taking care of me. At the same time, I don’t want to put that burden off on him.
I hurried to shake the negative thoughts from my mind. I was thinking ahead of myself. Really all I needed to do was relish in the fact of being here with Boss. He’s been the perfect gentleman, and I know that he’s a man who has needs. When we hugged earlier, I felt the hardness of his dick up against my leg.
It felt so orgasmic to me, because I never felt that much sexual tension with another man outside of Stone. Stone hasn’t even made me feel attractive as a woman or sexually in a minute. As a matter fact, I had never felt as loved as I felt here with Boss.
Boss was like a beautiful distraction, but I have my guards up because I know there is so much bullshit going on in my life. While I’m here with him, I want to make the best of things and live for the moment. I know th
at nothing will probably come of this, but I need him in my life if only for a couple of days.
After soaking in the tub for about another hour, I climbed out of the tub and dried off. I didn’t have any clothes, so I just wrapped up in a robe and lay across the bed. I stared at the ceiling in deep thought. Thinking about my future, and where I wanted to be in life. One thing for sure, and two for certain, I know that I no longer wanted to be with Stone. That relationship had ran its course. I can no longer allow him to physically beat me or mentally control me.
I’ll sleep under a bridge and eat out of a garbage can before I go back to him. Our daughter is dead, so there is really nothing keeping us together. Stone showed me he doesn’t love me nor does he care. He treated me like I was his property or a possession of his. I know that I can get over the bruises easily, but it’s the mental torture that will follow me for the rest of my life.
I can’t believe I’m an abused woman. You see the domestic violence commercials, see movies on the topic, or hear other women’s stories about being victims, but you never picture yourself being in that predicament. I kept trying to pinpoint the first time he slapped me or choked me. Why didn’t I leave then?
I fault myself for the way my life has turned out. I feel like if I would have taken up for myself, or did something about the abuse in the beginning, I wouldn’t be laying here with bruises all over my body. Not to mention the fact that my hair has been falling out in clumps, due to stress, and him constantly pulling my hair out from the roots.
I could only imagine what Boss must think about me as a woman. I just hope and pray that he isn’t judging me based off my relationship with Stone. However, I know it has to be hard not to look at me as a weak ass bitch. Some shit has definitely got to change fast.
*****
“K’Yonnah! Wake up!”
“Huh? What?” I jumped up from the bed in a frenzy at the sound of my name being called. I had totally forgotten where I was that fast. I looked up and was staring at Boss. He was looking at me like a deer in headlights. I wondered if I had slob or something on my face. I looked down and realized the robe had come off of my body. I immediately tried to bend down and grab it but he stopped me.
“Come here, man.” He said. He sat down on the bed and pulled me between his legs. I was so nervous and shaking from his touch. I knew that he was looking at the bruises that covered my body. I turned my head to the side to keep from making eye contact. I couldn’t help but to grab his head as he placed kisses all over my stomach.
“Mmmm!” I let out a soft moan that I really didn’t mean to let out. I was trying my best to hold it in. He stood up and gently laid me back on the bed. I thought I was going to die when I felt my toes in his mouth. I had never felt no shit like that ever. Tears slid down the sides of my face into my ears, as he slowly and methodically placed kisses on each and every bruise.
“Stop crying, ma. I would never hurt you. All I want to do is take all the pain away. Can I do that, Yonnah Baby?”
Boss was now licking and sucking on my breasts. I was speechless so I just shook my head yes. I looked down and watched as he moved down towards my pussy. Boss parted my legs and began to suck and lick my pussy. The things that he was doing to me with his tongue made me want to run. I was trying my best to get away, but he had a hold on me that was out of this world.
I couldn’t help but lay there and let him suck the soul out of me. My body began to shake uncontrollably. The more I shook the harder he sucked on my pussy. I had to grab the pillow, and place it over my face, to keep from screaming out. The next thing I knew I felt him climbing in between my legs. I opened my legs as far as I could to welcome him inside of me. As soon as he begin to penetrate me his phone started going off like crazy. I could tell it distracted him.
“Answer it.” I said. He rolled off of me and answered it. I sat up in bed and looked at his facial expression as it changed to anger.
“We got to go. That was Shannie, Kartier got shot.”
“What! Oh my God! Is he okay?”
“Don’t ask me shit right now, okay. Had I never been here with your ass, I would have been there with my brother. You got ten minutes to get dressed, or I’m leaving your ass here.”
Boss hopped up and walked around the hotel room grabbing his items. I did the same. All the while, I was hurt like hell by the words he had spoken to me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to cry. I had to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down. I felt like my heart was about to explode out of my chest.
As I got ready Boss was making phone calls. At this point, he was acting as if I wasn’t even with him. I was trying not to be in my feelings about the situation, because I knew he was scared and upset. It was hard, though, because I was having a hard time understanding why he was mad at me and saying it was my fault.
*****
About three hours later, we were back in Chicago and headed towards the County Hospital. As soon as we entered the emergency room the first person I saw was Shannie. She had her head down in her hands and she was crying. There was a woman consoling her, but I didn’t know who she was. I rushed over to Shannie and the girl looked up. She was real pretty in the face. We locked eyes for a minute, before she quickly rushed over to Boss. He headed over to talk to his crew.
“Oh my God! I came straight over here as soon as I heard everything. Are you okay, babe?” I looked at Boss, and if looks could kill he would be a dead motherfucker.
I swear to God niggas ain’t shit, but how could I get mad he wasn’t my nigga to begin with. I watched as they exchanged a quick peck on the lips. If they weren’t a couple it was obvious they had history together. Now was not the time for me to even act as if I cared about a nigga that didn’t even belong to me. Instead I focused on my friend that was crying her heart out.
“He has to make it. What am I going to do without him? I can’t raise this baby by myself.” Hearing her reveal that she was pregnant made me hug her even tighter, because I knew that they had been trying to get pregnant for awhile now. Kartier had to make it out of this.
“Shhhh! Kartier is strong, friend. He’s going to be just fine. Let’s go down to the chapel, so we can light some candles and pray for him.” I grabbed her by the hand and we headed towards the elevators to go to the chapel. As we walked, I overheard the mystery woman telling Boss how much she missed him. I cringed when I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking her face the exact damn way he had done mine.
He looked up and realized I was watching him. I rolled my eyes in disgust at his ass. He didn’t owe me an explanation for anything, but at the moment I was all in my feelings. I quickly turned my head and continued towards the elevators
Chapter 13- Boss
It had been well over two hours since I arrived at the hospital, and no one had told us anything. The only thing Shannie knew was that he was in surgery after being shot while he sat at a stoplight. I was going crazy not knowing what the hell was going on with my big bro. He’s my life and without him I’m nothing, so it’s imperative that he makes it.
Shannie had been crying so much that she mad herself sick, so they admitted her for observation. Kartier has to make it out of this. He’s about to be a father. That’s all he’s been talking about, having a son so he could play basketball with and shit. This shit so crazy. I sent our crew home, and told them that I would keep them posted once we get word about Kartier.
In the midst of worrying about Kartier, I was trying to wrap my mind around my ex, Nia, being here. It had been about six months since we broke up, but we’ve kept in touch on a daily basis. Nothing major. I had to leave that bitch alone to get my mind right. Nia nagged too much and was too fucking insecure.
That’s just some shit I can’t seal with. Don’t get me wrong, she was cool as hell and held a nigga down, but a relationship ain’t shit without trust. She didn’t trust me at all. I had grown tired of her popping up on the block causing a scene, acting like a common gutter rat. Nia was far to
o bad of a bitch to act like that. I lost a lot of respect for her behind her actions.
Nia had really put on a front when she saw me walk in with K’Yonnah. She knows damn well we don’t kiss or any of that, when we see each other. I could have stopped her, but I didn’t want to cause a scene. I was feeling really bad for the way I talked to K’Yonnah back in New York. She didn’t deserve that.
The last thing I should have ever been was disrespectful to her knowing what she had been through. I was supposed to take the hurt away, not add more to it. I could look and see the hurt in her eyes. I was really fucked up about that. I knew that I needed to set the record straight, because at the moment I knew I looked like a real fuck nigga.
*****
After about three hours of waiting around to find out about my brother’s condition, we were finally informed that he was going to make it. However, he had to be placed in a medically induced coma so that his body could heal. I breathed a sigh of relief hearing that he would be okay. I also couldn’t wait for him to wake up, so he could tell me who the fuck hit him up. He was sitting at a red light when a nigga felt like he had to get at him. That was some coward as shit. Best believe, I’m at whoever violated.
Once we got the news, we all headed back over to Kartier and Shannie’s house. She wanted to stay at the hospital, but it was better that she came home. The last thing I needed was for her to have a miscarriage stressing over my brother. Today’s events had us all overwhelmed and ready to lay it down. I definitely needed some sleep, but as soon as my eyes opened, I was going right back to the hospital to sit with my blood.
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