Fallin' For a Boss 4

by Lucinda John

  “Terri got them hands on her,” Lisa laughed snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “Who you think taught me how to scrap? Mama used to get down back in her days.”

  “I see,” Lisa said kissing my neck. “It’s all fixed.”

  “Thank you baby,” I said running my tongue across her lips.

  She grabbed it in her mouth and started sucking on it. I was about to slip my hands in her pants but she stopped me. Holding on to my hand she continued to kiss me before she stopped and jumped off the counter. Glancing at the calendar, I realized that Aunt Flow’s cock blocking ass was back in town. I wasn’t too much complaining though because I was only tryna half fuck Lisa after giving Kandi that dope dick.

  Cole and I were sitting at the trap in Little Haiti counting money when Stacks walked in.

  “What’s good bruh?” He greeted us with a pound before grabbing a money counter and a pile of money.

  One thing I admire about that nigga was he never thought he was too Hollywood to get dirty. He would rock the block and hold shit down if he had to. Most niggas get higher positions in the game and forgot how to hustle. All they did was sit behind some desk, smoking cigars, not knowing what the fuck was going on in the streets.

  Stacks was different. Even though he had his legit business going for him, he was still a hustler at heart and he never forgot that. Six hands worked better than four because we were done with the first batch of money and on to the next. Since it was income tax season, this was when we was mad busy. You fuck around and give a fiend refund check and they gon’ blow it all on getting high.

  “What’s up with Lala?” Cole asked with a smirk on his face.

  Cole was the type of nigga that didn’t give a fuck. If he wanted a chick he was going to go for her. She could have been married to the president and his ass would have still been lurking for her ass.

  “What you mean?” Stacks asked still counting money.

  “She was shaking that fat ass all on a nigga’s dick then all of a sudden she disappeared.”

  “Well that’s because after I dropped the meat in her I sent her home to wait on me,” he replied causing us all to laugh.

  “My nigga,” Cole said giving Stacks a high five. “The only reason I’m letting that go is because you like a big brother to me.”

  “Smart kid. I thought I was gon’ have to put a few holes in ya.”

  “Nah kid. I love pussy but not that much. On the real though, we need to slide tonight. My dick ain’t been wet since I got here. I’m tempted to fly out one of my shones for the weekend.”

  “Cole, you wildin’,” I replied.

  “I’m on some real shit. Y’all bitches bad or what not, but with all this ass in the world I don’t know what possessed y’all to want to settle down and do that family shit.”

  “Trust me kid, you gon’ find that one chick that’s gon’ put an end to all that,” Stacks said.

  “Naw not I. Like my nigga Ray J said, ‘You ain’t gon’ tie me down’,” he said dancing to an imaginary beat.

  “You a fool,” I said passing him some rubber bands to wrap around the money.

  “You ain’t know? You still fucking with that Staci chick?” he asked Stacks.

  “Nah bruh, it wasn’t even like that.”

  “So you don’t mind if I hit?”

  “Nah nigga, bend that fat ass over. She a freak too, shit, she might invite one of her girlfriends,” he replied rolling a blunt.

  “Nah, she rocking like that?” Cole asked tossing some money in a duffle bag.

  “Shawty something else,” I laughed grabbing the blunt and putting it to my lips.

  “Y’all playing. I’m all in for that ménage à trois. Shit, asses everywhere.”

  “On some real shit, I got something that I want to pass by y’all,” Stacks said taking a pull of the blunt.

  “We listening,” Cole replied.

  “There’s some cats on the other side of Miami doing the damn thing. I mean on some getting heavy money type shit. I’m tryna add them on the team. I ain’t tryna do this much longer. I’m tryna leave the game.”

  “You what?!” Cole asked jumping up.

  “Little nigga, sit down. But yeah, I’m tryna be on my family man shit. I’ve been in the game for too damn long. I ain’t tryna be thirty and still hustling. I’m tryna put my business degree to use.”

  “You for real?” I asked.

  “On my mama.”

  “So you get these men and then what?” I asked.

  “Everything is yours. You proved yourself to be the only loyal person on my team. You went to jail and did time for me when you could have easily snitched on me and Bear. You a real nigga and I trust you like that.”

  “What about me?” Cole asked.

  “You know I ain’t forget about you little nigga. You gon’ be running the blocks Ralph use to run.”

  “Real shit?” he asked.

  “Yeah, you think you can handle it?” Stacks asked.

  “Hell yeah. Let’s get this money!!”

  “That’s what I like to hear.” I smiled. “Let’s run these checks up nigga!!!”

  “We celebrating or nah?” Cole asked.

  “Yeah, let’s bring the city out tonight at Boss Lounge.”

  “Ayooooooooo,” Cole replied as he started doing the WHIP dance.

  “Yo, I’mma meet up with y’all later,” I said once I got a text from Kandi saying Raphael was home. It’s been a week since I seen my youngin’ and I was missing him something terrible.

  “You out?” Cole asked.

  “Yeah, I’m about to go chop it up with Lil’ Ralph real quick.”

  “You finna chop it up with Lil’ Ralph or his mama?” Cole asked causing Stacks to laugh.

  “Fuck you bruh. I’m out, be easy,” I said walking out the door and jumping in my car.

  The whole drive to Kandi’s house, I thought of ways to let her down. I was trying everything in my power to not have another baby mama like Amber. When I pulled up to her house, I decided to knock on the door instead of using the key. I wanted her to know that I was serious about cooling things between us.

  “Why didn’t you just let yourself in?” she said grabbing some bags out of my hands.

  “It ain’t my house to be just barging in and shit.”

  “Really Ralph?”

  “Yes, where my baby at?”

  “He’s in his crib. I’m about to give him a bath.”

  “Go put his stuff up, I’ll do it,” I replied walking to his room.

  My phone beeped letting me know somebody texted me. Taking a look at the screen it was a text from my mom.

  Ma Dukes: I see your car parked at that bitch’s house; you better be visiting your son and not her pussy!

  Shaking my head, I let out a chuckle before placing the phone back in my pocket.

  “You granny so crazy,” I cooed picking the baby up.

  He was getting so big and looking more and more like RJ every day. I was going to make it my business to round up all of my kids one of these days and take them to take family pictures. Undressing him, I put his robe on him, grabbed his hooded towel and walked in the bathroom with him.

  Making sure the water was nice and warm, I placed him in the tub and started washing him off. We were having a man-to-man talk about how difficult women were when Kandi walked in the bathroom. Rolling my eyes, I ignored her and finished up with give Raphael his bath.

  “Why you buy him all those sneakers Ralph? He can’t walk,” she finally said.

  “Every time I buy myself a pair of sneakers, I buy each of my kids a pair. Is that a problem?”

  “Nah, not at all,” she replied as I walked past her.

  I placed Raphael on the changing table and started drying him off. Squirting some of the Johnson & Johnson baby lotion in the palm of my hands, I rubbed him down with it. Going through his clothes bins, I decided to dress him in a Jordan ones
ie with the matching hat and socks.

  “Daddy got you all fresh, huh lil’ man,” I said reaching for the bottle Kandi had made.

  When I was done feeding him, I burped him then placed him down for a nap.

  “Yo Kandi, we need to talk,” I said walking in her room.

  “Okay talk,” she said turning the TV off.

  “I’mma always be here for my son, but this between us has to stop. I ain’t fucking around on my girl no more.”

  “Why? I’ve been a good girl, I kept it quiet,” she whined.

  “I know, but it ain’t right. Lisa is too good of a woman for me to be doing her dirty like that.”

  “So you saying you don’t want none of this anymore?” she said standing up and dropping her robe.

  Kandi was standing in front of me in a pink lace thong and bra set. Her breasts spilled out of the rim of her bra and her ass ate up those thongs. Biting my bottom lip, I rubbed my hand over my fade.

  “No I don’t want it. It’s a wrap.”

  “Well can I at least get a goodbye fuck.”

  “Nah,” I replied, rushing out of the house before I was tempted to bending her fat ass over.

  “Damn,” I sighed before backing out of her driveway.

  Chapter 25

  Stacks

  Tonight I was shutting the whole city of Miami down. I was merging my empire with two big money making cats. My money was about to be on another planet. Even though I was retiring from the game, I still had my forty percent that I was getting from Ralph so it wasn’t like I was going to be missing out on money.

  I was looking into opening a kid’s clothing store called Little Bosses. I had a business plan that was going to have my family set. Reflecting back on my years in the game, I’ve been through a lot. I made it this fair without being killed or doing any hard time. I was one of those lucky niggas. Luck wasn’t going to be on my side forever though, so I decided to get out now while I still had the chance.

  “Lala, can you decide on something to wear? You always taking years.”

  “It takes time to look this good,” she said exiting the walk-in closet with five dresses in her hands. “I narrowed it to these five,” she said laying them across the bed.

  “Those two out, you ain’t wearing those,” I said removing two short ass dresses.

  “You don’t even know how they look on me.”

  “They’re too damn short. You must want me to go to jail for murder tonight,” I said putting the dresses back in the closet.

  “Whatever,” she said rolling her eyes.

  “Roll ‘em again,” I said picking her up.

  “Stop Stacks, put me down,” she giggled.

  “Say you love me.”

  “Why would you want me to lie to like that?” she laughed.

  “Oh you want to play?” I replied throwing her on the bed and tickling her.

  “Okay, okay, okay, I love you!” she said in between breaths.

  “How much?”

  “More than you’ll ever know.”

  “So you gon’ do this again with a nigga?” I said pulling a ring box from out of one of the drawers.

  “Do what…OMG!!” she said jumping up at the sight of the diamond that was shining at her.

  I just took her old engagement ring and made them cover that shit up with diamonds.

  “You don’t any other women that’s gonna pop up and claim you their baby daddy?” she asked with her hands on her hips.

  “Nah.”

  “Then yes, we can do it again.”

  “Before I put this ring on your finger I’mma say this… you take it off again and it’s a wrap, you hear me?”

  “Yes I hear you,” she said wiggling her fingers.

  “So when you tryna become Mrs. Jones?” I asked wrapping my arms around her waist.

  “We can fly down to Vegas tonight if you want,” she said still staring down at the ring.

  “We could but I want to make up for the wedding you kept reminding me that I fucked up,” I laughed.

  “Hell, you and that bitch fucked it up. Now that we ain’t pregnant she better not let me catch her ass or I’m fucking her up on sight.

  “Chill, you ain’t about to do shit but go get dressed. Wear the red dress so you can match my fly,” I replied sitting on the edge of the bed to put on my shoes.

  “Y’all look too cute. Let me take a picture for the gram,” Anna said as we walked down the stairs hand in hand.

  “Anna, what you know about Instagram?” I asked laughing.

  “You better ask Lala. She’s one of my followers. I be on there cutting up with my selfies,” she replied using her iPad Air to snap pictures of us.

  “OMG!!!” Anna yelled out causing me to reach for my gun. “Chy, if you don’t put that thing away,” she scolded me. “Lala, let me see your finger.”

  Fanning her fingers, she placed her hand in Anna’s so she could examine the ring. Anna then walked over to me and started slapping me upside the head.

  “It took your stubborn ass long enough. Got my baby home crying and shit because you couldn’t get it right,” she snapped.

  “I’m sorry Anna, I got it right this time,” I replied.

  “You better or else I’mma create her a POF account and find her a nigga that will.”

  “Play with it Anna. I got hollow tips for you too,” I joked.

  “You think I’m scared? Boy bye!!” she laughed. “Have a nice time babies, and if y’all plan on doing all that fucking I advise y’all to go get a hotel room. The only time I want to hear Lala call on Jesus is if we’re in church.”

  “Anna is a trip,” I said opening the door to the Maybach for her.

  “I know. I love her little crazy ass.”

  I made sure Lala was in and settled before closing the door. Jogging over to the driver’s side, I got in and headed to the club. I had to take my little shortcut to avoid being stuck in South Beach’s traffic.

  After parking my car in my parking spot, Lala and I entered the club through a door that was designed especially for me. When we walked in the club was on fuck up! So many people came out to throw it up for me that I was sure I was going to pull in a lot of money tonight.

  I gave my workers a pep talk, making sure they provided nothing but the best to our guests. Making sure our liquor stock was good, I went in the office to finish up some last minute paperwork.

  “I ain’t come here to watch you work,” Lala said looking at some of the pictures I had on my wall.

  “You not. Let me finish this up and I’m yours all week. Maybe we can take a little vacation so we can get to know each other a little better,” I said kissing her on the neck.

  “I’m picking the place.”

  “No problem bae, just chill for me until I get this done.

  When I was done writing up the terms and agreement for new cats that were about to join forces with me, I sent a copy to their email, then closed my laptop shut.

  “I’m all yours,” I said walking towards her. “What you tryna do?” I asked slipping my hands under her dress.

  “I’m tryna shake my ass,” she said smacking my hands away.

  “I got you,” I said, grabbing the remote to my stereo.

  “Not in here!” she snapped walking out of my office.

  I had part of the VIP section reserved for me and my crew only. When we made our way inside, everybody was already there waiting on us. I spotted Cole at the bar making Staci blush. We made eye contact and I nodded to him, telling him to take one for the team.

  “Your bitch is a toss-up I see.”

  “Lala, don’t start,” I said sitting on the couch and pulling her on my lap.

  “I’m not playing.”

  “You used to strip right?” I asked smacking her ass.

  “You know that, but why?”

  “There’s a stripper pole in one of those rooms. You tryna shake something?” I asked licking my
lips.

  “You paying?”

  “Money ain’t a thing.”

  “Nothing but hundreds.”

  “I gotchu.” I texted the DJ to play “Slow Motion” by Trey Songz while I led her to the back room.

  Lala pulled her dress over her head exposing her red and black thong and bra set. She began rubbing her hand up and down the pole until the song started playing. She jumped up on the pole, climbed all the way to the top and started swinging around it with her legs in the air.

  Dropping down in a split, she made her ass cheeks jump up and down as she wound her waist like a snake. Walking over to me, she straddled me and started bouncing up and down. Getting up, she reached down until she was touching her toes and made her left cheek bounce to the beat.

  “Damn!” I yelled out making it rain Benjamins.

  She placed her legs on my shoulders, leaned all the way back and started thrusting her pussy in my face. Moving her panties to the side, I licked her causing her body to jerk. She opened her legs wide and gave me access to dinner. By the time the song ended, I had her busting her third nut.

  “You gon’ let me hit?” I asked.

  “Nah, that didn’t come in the package deal,” she smiled getting up and cleaning herself off.

  “Nasty asses,” Lisa yelled out as soon as we sat down.

  Lala stuck up her middle finger and stuck her tongue out causing everybody to laugh. For the remainder of the night, we ate, smoked, and drank. Lala was getting too drunk so we decided to go. I threw Lala over my shoulder and was walking to the car until I was stopped.

  “Anthony Jones?” a voice said causing me to turn around.

  I smiled as I looked in the face of Officer Joey. I really wanted to scream because I thought that bitch ass nigga died in that fire. I didn’t want him to read the disappointment that I was feeling so I kept calm.

  “What you want?”

  Laughing, he pulled some handcuffs out of his pockets and began walking towards me.

  “Put her down,” he replied.

  I was about to pull out my burner and pop something hot in his donut eating, coffee drinking ass, but more undercover officers started jumping out of unmarked cars. Placing Lala’s body against the car, I kissed her then stood there face to face with a soon to be dead nigga.