When Bae's a Boss 2

by Lucinda John

  I shot him in the shoulder, causing him to scream out in pain. I reached into his pocket and removed his gun and phone, before kicking him down to the ground. To ensure he wasn’t recording anything on his phone, I dropped it to the floor and smashed it into pieces.

  “You don’t have to do this,” he cried.

  “The same way you didn’t have to come and fuck with me and my brothers, but you did anyway,” I replied, using my boot to apply pressure to his bullet wound.

  “Oh God, stop,” he cried.

  “For a nigga in blue, you one bitch ass nigga. Or is it the gun and badge that makes you think you’re untouchable? See, when you’re fucking with the Godfrey brothers, everyone is touchable… like your wife. She was looking thick as fuck in that red dress. I may go slide up in her and see how touchable she is,” I smirked.

  “I will fucking kill you if you touch her.”

  “How? You’ll be dead,” I laughed.

  “Fuck you. My colleagues have your file and they will go after you,” he chuckled.

  “Let me handle them the same way I’m about to handle you.”

  Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!

  I shot him in the other arm and both of his legs. By now, he was squirming and I was enjoying every single second of it.

  “You ready for me to put you out of your misery?” I asked.

  “Fuck you, dumb bitch. Send me to hell so I can rot along with your pussy ass father,” he spat, causing my body to tremble in anger.

  I emptied my entire clip in his head. His brain matter stained the concrete as his head split open in two.

  “Damn, you fucked him up, Maleek.”

  “Grab his wallet and break through his car; make it look like a robbery gone bad,” I said, as I made my way back to Diego’s car.

  The relief I felt after bodying Elias was strange. I felt like my brothers and I could breathe now and work on exiting the game without having these officers on our back. With Elias dead, I knew this case was going to die along with him. He was the pursuer and without him, those lazy ass pigs wouldn’t try to come for us unless they had some shit that would send us to jail for sure.

  When we arrived back at the warehouse, I stripped naked, then redressed. Diego and I set everything we had on during the murder on fire. We made sure all of our tracks were covered so there was no way to connect us to Elias’ murder.

  “How did it go?” Mayhem asked, as I walked in the office.

  “It’s handled,” I replied.

  “Yo’, Maleek went crazy on dude,” Diego laughed. “I knew your ass being quiet was just a front. The quiet ones be the craziest ones.”

  “Did you make that shit messy?” Ramsey asked.

  “Yes, I’m talking about brain matter every fucking where. That shit was sick,” Diego replied for me.

  “No faces, no cases, right?” Mayhem asked.

  “No faces, no cases,” I replied, letting him know that everything was handled properly.

  After wrapping up all of our business work, we headed home to be with our families.

  Ramsey

  “Ohhh, that feels so good,” Emma cooed, as I massaged her feet. We were at home, laid back, chilling, while I gave her a pedicure.

  “You are so sweet for doing this for me,” Emma said.

  “The only reason I’m giving you this pedicure is because I’m sick and tired of your feet scratching the fuck out of me while we’re in bed,” I joked.

  “Shut up, my feet do not scratch you.”

  “Let you tell it,” I replied. “I bought you a pregnancy test.”

  “Why would you think I need one?” she asked.

  “I haven’t seen you bleed all month, something is wrong.”

  “The month isn’t over yet.”

  “You’re late. What the fuck you waiting on, the baby to shoot out your pussy?” I asked.

  “Ain’t no baby, Ramsey.”

  “Prove it. Go piss on that stick.”

  “Whatever.” She waved me off, as she rested her head on the couch.

  “On some real shit, when I’m done painting these dogs, I need you to go take that test for me, ma.”

  “If that’s going to get you off my back.” she rolled her eyes.

  I studied her demeanor and I could tell she was nervous. I planned on marrying Emma; therefore, if she were pregnant with my kid, she would be straight. I was the only one out of my brothers without kids and to be honest, I felt like I was missing out. I watched my brothers interact with their children and a nigga started getting baby fever.

  “What color do you want?” I asked Emma as I dried her toes off.

  “I think this blue is pretty,” she replied, skimming through her box of nail polish.

  “Don’t tell nobody I’m doing this shit for you, man. I ain’t trying to lose cool points fucking around with you.”

  “Shut up and paint my toes this blue,” she replied with a smile on her face.

  Grabbing the polish from her, I tried my best to stay in the lines. For my first time doing toes, I did a good job. I did get a little messy with the polish, but Emma was able to clean it up with a Q-tip and nail polish remover.

  “Now go take that test,” I ordered.

  “Can my toes dry first?”

  “Yeah, them rusty things can dry.”

  “What’s up with Stacy and Maleek?” she asked.

  “I don’t gossip. Especially not about my brothers.” I shut that questioning shit down.

  “Sorry, we just really like her. I can tell she really loves your brother, that’s all.”

  “We?” I asked.

  “Yeah, me and Tiny. We like her better than we did Joie.”

  “Shut up and mind your damn business.”

  “I’m just saying.”

  “And I ain’t trying to hear shit unless you’re reading me the results of that pregnancy test,” I snapped.

  “Let me go take this test because you’re starting to get on my damn nerves.” she sucked her teeth.

  I got up and followed behind her, waiting patiently as she pulled down her pants.

  “Are you going to stand there and watch?” she asked when I tossed her the pregnancy test box.

  “I’m watching, so get to peeing,” I replied.

  She placed the stick between her legs and peed on it. This was my first time watching a woman take a pregnancy test and it was very amusing. When she finished, she placed the cap back on the pissy end of the test, wiped, then flushed the toilet.

  “You are so nasty for standing here and watching me take that test,” she said, as she washed her hands.

  “You be taking a damn shit while I’m in the shower. What’s the difference?” I asked.

  “Since you’re so excited, sit in here and wait the three minutes.” Emma did an about face and walked out of the bathroom.

  Taking a seat on the table, I watched the time as I awaited my fate. Please let her be pregnant, were the words that ran through my mind as I waited. Time felt like it started to move slow the more I sat and waited for my timer to go off.

  When the buzzing sound filled the room, I nearly fell off the toilet. I reached for the test with a beating heart. Disappointment filled me when I read the word negative. I threw the test in the garbage, then went to share the news with Emma.

  “I guess we gotta keep trying,” I said, as I lay in the bed next to her.

  “I’m not pregnant, huh?”

  “Nope,” I replied.

  “Good.”

  “What do you mean good?”

  “I mean right now I’m not ready for a baby.”

  “What you mean you’re not ready? You’re with a man that loves you, we’re financially stable; what the fuck else you need?” I asked.

  “I want real stability, a foundation. When I start building my family, I want the ground we’re on to be solid,” she replied.

  “Sounds like you’re building a fucking house to me. Shit, if a house is what you want, I could have a motherfucker build it f
or you right now.”

  “That’s not what I mean,” she stressed.

  “That’s what it sounds like over here, talking about foundation and shit. Hell, I’m confused.”

  “I don’t want a baby right now, simple. Just to ensure another slip up like this doesn’t happen, I’m going down to the clinic for some birth control.”

  “Birth control?! You must be out of your fucking mind if you think I’mma be ok with that shit.”

  “It’s not your choice; it’s my body.”

  Just as I was about to yoke her ass up, my business phone started ringing. That phone only rang during drops and when something went wrong. Reaching for my phone, I answered it on the third ring.

  “Talk to me,” I answered.

  “Shit crazy,” one of my men said.

  “How crazy?”

  “Code red.”

  “Say no more,” I replied, hopping out of the bed as if it was on fire.

  “What’s wrong?” Emma asked.

  “Something came up at the office. A few numbers were wrong; I gotta go fix that shit before Mayhem’s ass finds out,” I replied, slipping my feet into a pair of Jays.

  I rushed out of the house and jumped in my car. Getting to my main spot as fast as I could, I made a detour when I noticed a bunch of cops and paramedics outside. Just as I was about to circle around the block, one of my workers knocked on my window, almost earning a bullet in his head.

  “You don’t do no shit like that, man!” I yelled once he got in.

  “My bad, Ramsey. Man, this shit all fucked up,” he sighed.

  “What happened?” I asked, as I drove away from the area.

  “Fat Head, Blitz, Gregg, and Josh all got toe tagged. It all happened so fast like a scene in one of those action movies. We were all chilling around, breaking down dope and packaging it, when a bunch of masked niggas ran up in the spot. We tried out best to protect our shit, but the guns these niggas were blasting was too much. I took out two of the motherfuckers tho; the other three got away.”

  “Fuck. What did they take?” I asked.

  “Every fucking thing. We didn’t even get a chance to distribute the re-up yet and it’s all gone.”

  “Fuck!” I yelled, hitting my hand against the steering wheel.

  “Did you get a look at any of their faces?”

  “Nah, but I’m willing to bet it was them Cubans.”

  “Why you say that?” I quizzed.

  “One, they were all speaking Spanish and shit, and two, the niggas were tying their flags around every nigga they murked. One of my lil homies say when the Cubans start dropping their flag, that shit means war.”

  “You think you’ll be straight if I dropped you off here?” I asked, pulling into a gas station.

  “Yeah, I’m good, fam.”

  “Here you go. Catch you a cab back or something.” I handed him three hundred dollar bills.

  “Nah, I’m straight. I got a little thot that stay up the street. I’m about to bust her ass down,” he joked, grabbing his dick.

  “Strap up,” I chuckled, dapping him up.

  “Always.”

  As I pulled out of the gas station, I sent my brother a text, letting them know to meet me at the office ASAP. While I waited for them, I sat in my car, puffing on the blunt. Before Mayhem went to jail, he had an agreement with the Cubans; they would stay on their side, we would stay on ours, and we could all hustle in peace. Now all of a sudden the Cubans were gunning for us. I was at a lost as I tried to wrack my brain trying to figure out why the Cubans would want to go to war with us.

  “What the fuck happened, baby bro?” Mayhem asked.

  “Them Cubans ran through my main spot, taking out my main niggas,” I sighed.

  “Why the fuck are the Cubans after us?” Maleek asked.

  “I have no clue,” I replied. “Them motherfuckers were tying dead bodies with their flags and shit.”

  “Fuck, that means they want war!” Mayhem yelled.

  “I ain’t scared of them fuck ass Cubans,” I spat.

  “I know, I ain’t either, but them motherfuckers like to come through bombing shit. We have families to protect; I’m not trying to lose none of them over them wetbacks being in their feelings all of a sudden,” Mayhem replied.

  “What do you suggest we do?” Maleek asked.

  “We hire a team of niggas to go to war for us. We just gonna go on their turf and fight fire with fire. We gotta come hard tho. I mean we gotta get some certified assassins on our team, a bomb squad, all of that shit,” Mayhem answered.

  “Let’s get on this shit then,” I said.

  “Diego knows a bunch of them motherfuckers, plus he’s Spanish, so he’ll be a great asset. Go home, big brother got this.”

  “You sure?” I asked.

  “I’m good. Go finish painting ya girl’s toes,” Mayhem said, causing Maleek to laugh at me.

  “I told Emma’s ass to keep that shit between us.” I sucked my teeth.

  “That shit all on Snapchat and shit,” he laughed.

  “I’mma fuck her ass up, watch.”

  “Y’all be safe,” Maleek said, as we embraced each other before going our separate ways. It was as if we couldn’t win for losing. The moment we got rid of a snake, more start popping up. It was cool though because all of this was just light weight to us Godfrey niggas.

  Mayhem

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Tiny asked, as I walked in the house.

  “It’s some shit going down and I need to be home,” I replied.

  “Well, you should have thought of that before you decided to let the next bitch suck your dick.”

  “She’s fired, I’m sorry, let’s move on,” I sighed.

  “It’s supposed to be that fucking easy?” she asked.

  “Tiny, I had a long fucking day; I ain’t trying to come home and argue with your ass.”

  “Oh, now this is home? This wasn’t home when you walked out on me after I miscarried our kids. It was hard on me and you left like I purposely killed them!” she yelled.

  “That shit was hard on me, too! I went from enjoying your pregnancy, something I didn’t get to do with my twins, to watching you lose both of my babies. Everything I said was out of hurt and anger. I know you didn’t purposely try to kill my kids, man. I’m sorry,” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

  I allowed her to break down in my arms as we swayed back and forth in the middle of the living room.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I’m here now and I’m not leaving.” I kissed her on the neck.

  “You better not.”

  “Or else?”

  “I’m leaving you for good.”

  “Ain’t no leaving me,” I replied, kissing her on the lips. “Can I get some of that good pussy?”

  “Nah, I don’t know where that dick been.”

  “Stop playing.”

  “Who playing?” she asked, looking at me with a straight face.

  “You feel how hard Daddy’s dick is?” he asked, rubbing it on my belly.

  “I don’t give a fuck if it was about to break, you gotta earn this pussy.”

  “How about I just pay for it?” I joked.

  “Nah, my pussy popping days are over. I may have allowed you to come back home, but you’re in the guest bedroom until you can earn your way back to my room,” Tiny’s sexy ass smirked, as she laid down the law.

  It was something about the way her ass looked in that little ass halter dress she was wearing that had my head gone. The more she put me in my place, the harder my dick got. The fact that Tiny was making me work for it and not taking me back with open arms made me respect her more. So many women allowed men to cheat on them, then they wonder why their men can never do right by them.

  “I’m about to pick up the kids and bring them back home today. I also hired a security detail that will watch your every move. You are not to go anywhere without them, understood?”

  “I got it. What the fuck is going on, Mayhem?”
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  “Just do as I say. Matter fact, go get dressed, you’re coming with me.”