by Lucinda John
“OMG!” Honey yelled out dropping my bouquet on the floor.
“Damn, I should have written down what I was going to say,” Cole said causing everybody to laugh.
“Being with you has been a blessing. Every day I wake up next to you, I feel like I’m that nigga Big Sean. I’m tryna do this the right way and make you my wife. You rocking with me ma?”
“Yes!” Honey shouted as Cole slid an obese rock on her finger.
The night was young and we partied like rock stars. Chad and Cinnamon, Stacks and Lala, Cole and Honey, and Ralph and I, all danced on the dance floor to KC and JoJo’s “All My Life.” Today was the happiest day of my life and I was blessed to share it with the people I loved.
Chapter 32
Epilogue
“What am I going to do with all of this stuff?” Cinnamon huffed.
“That baby girl is going to be spoiled rotten,” Honey said stacking boxes of diapers along the side of the wall.
“This baby is going to be here next month and nothing is ready.”
“You need to stop being stubborn and hire somebody to do this for you. Stop trying to be superwoman,” Lisa scolded Cinnamon.
“For real, you ain’t the only bad ass interior decorator in Miami,” Lala Chimed in.
“Whatever,” Cinnamon waved them off.
“Let’s go eat, I’m hungry,” Lala complained.
“Your fat ass is always hungry,” Lisa laughed. “You and Stacks need to stop doing all that fucking. You about to have another set of twins. Five kids, good luck.”
“Shut up,” Lala rolled her eyes. “Watch Ralph put another baby in you.”
“Negative,” Lisa replied causing the ladies to laugh.
They all walked into Cinnamon’s kitchen and sat down for lunch. On the floor next to them, Heaven, Honey and Cole’s daughter, and Romeo, Lisa and Ralph’s son sat in their rockers, peacefully in their baby slumber. Shortly after Lisa and Ralph got married, Cole and Honey had a small beach wedding making them officially husband and wife.
“How does it feel to be married to a boss?” Lala asked Honey.
“To be honest, it doesn’t feel any different, except married dick tastes better,” she laughed.
“Amen to that,” Lala replied. “Let’s make a toast,” she said holding up a glass of apple juice.
“To being married to a boss.”
“Being married to a boss,” the ladies all said tapping their glasses together.
Meanwhile outside, Chad, Cole, Stacks, and Ralph, sat outside playing cards and passing a blunt around. Anna had the kids outside sliding on the big Wet and Wild water slide Chad purchased. Even Rob twins, Sunny and Sunday were in attendance. When Chasity and DC’s former maid found out that Chasity planned on selling the twins, she hid them at her house and decided to care for them instead. A few months ago, she reached out to Cole because she needed help with them. Honey being a soft hearted person talked Cole into setting them up with a big three bedroom three bathroom house, clothes, shoes, a car, and enough money to hold them over until she was able to find a decent paying job. Honey also suggested that she brought the twins around because she wanted her son to develop a brother sister relationship with them, the worse thing in the world was dating your sibling because you had no idea they existed.
“She’s ok, chill,” Ralph said to Cole, as he returned from checking on his daughter for the umpteenth time.
Raphael started fussing so Ralph went to pick him up. Since Kandi met Wilson she was a whole new different person. Her and Ralph was finally able to co parent without any trouble. Ralph was happy that Kandi was able to be with a man that he approved of. Wilson was a CEO of a BMW company that made car parts, so the fact that he was bringing in legit money was a plus. Kandi finding love was a blessing to Ralph because he didn’t know how much of beefing he could take between her and Lisa.
“Shut up, that’s my princess right there,” Cole smiled.
Now that Cole and Honey were married and their daughter was born, he felt like his life was complete. He loved waking up to his wife and kids every morning. He vowed that he would never treat his kids the way his father treated Ralph. To Cole, being a father was the best thing that ever happened to him and he was secretly trying to get Honey pregnant again.
“We suffered a lot of loss this past year. Motherfuckers tried to under estimate us but we still came out on top,” Ralph said sipping his drink.
“The real boss niggas of Miami, they should do a show about us,” Cole chimed in.
“Let me rap to y’all real quick,” Stacks spoke. “In this line of work, you have two ways out, jail or in a casket. Since we all now have wives and kids to look out for, we tryna leave the game alive. When we entered this game, we really didn’t have anything to lose, now the stakes are high. New niggas coming in the game hungry, ready to do whatever for that money. I ain’t accepting another lost, and I ain’t trying to run around killing motherfuckers forever. Real Boss Men Inc. is now live in effect. From now on, we out the game and we gon’ be on our boss nigga shit. I deposited thirty million dollars to each and every one of your accounts as a ‘thank you’ for remaining loyal. Now I want you to use that money and get out the game. I’m giving y’all the opportunity to do something better with your lives. As soon as we recruit new niggas to run the blocks, that’s it for us. No more trapping, making drops none of that. We will still be distributors but that is as deep in the game as we are going.” Stacks looked in each of the men’s eyes making sure they understood where he was coming from.
“I can respect that,” Chad agreed.
Chad had spent countless of nights thinking of ways to get out the game. The money his grandmother left him along with the money he made in the game was enough for him to live off of. He wasn’t a greedy nigga; he had enough money to feed his family and he was good with that. He was now ready to go legit. Maybe go back to college and finish what he started.
“Everybody on the same page?” Stacks asked.
“Yeah,” everybody said, happy to be officially out the game.
“To the real boss niggas of Miami,” Chad said holding up his glass.
“To the real boss niggas of Miami,” they all replied clinking glasses and gulping down the shot of Hennessey.
“A boss is someone who guarantees we gon’ eat!” ~ Rick Ross.
The end.
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