When Bae's a Boss

by Lucinda John

  SHAN Presents…

  When Bae’s a Boss

  By: National Best Selling Author

  Lucinda John

  Copyright 2016 by Lucinda John

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales or, is entirely coincidental.

  No portion of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without writer permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  Author’s note

  Luke 1:37

  21 books!!!!!! Whew. First a for most I want to thank all of my readers for the continuous support, I really appreciate it. When I wrote my first book I didn’t know I would grab the attention of such wonderful and supportive readers! It’s been a great pleasure writing for all of you! Again, I want to thank everyone for the support, I wouldn’t be here without it.

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  Mayhem

  “Son, I’m not going to sugar coat shit for ya, I’m dying, and I need you to be a man and take care of your mother and brothers.” My father stated before he started coughing uncontrollably.

  “Nigga wipe them fucking tears, remember you live to die. Everybody gotta die sometime, now ain’t the time to be crying like a little bitch. I need you to learn everything you need to know before it’s my time. I need you prepared to take over my legacy.” He went on to say.

  Here, I was only seventeen years old and my hero was telling me he was dying, and I couldn’t shed a tear. For as long as I could remember, my father has been the man in the streets. All the women wanted him, and all the men feared him. My father ran his empire with an iron fist, and the fact that he trusted me with his business had me scared shitless.

  “Damn pops I can’t ….”

  “Shut that shit up!” He cut me off before coughing again. “You’re a fucking Godfrey you can do any motherfucking thing, you hear me boy!” he yelled.

  “Yes sir.” I replied.

  “Stand up straight when I’m talking to you.” he snapped sitting up in his homemade hospital bed.

  My father hated to be in the hospital so he decided to have one of the guest bedrooms decked out in nothing but the best medical equipment so that he was able to receive his treatments in the comfort of his own home. He even had the best doctors and nurses money could buy sitting outside of his room at his beck and call, as I stated before my father was the motherfucking man. At the age of forty he still looked as if he had some youth in him. Even if he was now in his dying stages due to his colon cancer, he never allowed it to show.

  “Before I die, I am going to teach you everything you need to know. You will shadow TK until he sees you’re fit to run things on your own. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be the young boss I once was.” he smirked.

  Nodding my head in agreement, I tried my best to take in what he was saying with a straight face. I knew better than to ask questions, or show any sign of weakness, even on his deathbed my father wouldn’t hesitate to jump up and fuck me up.

  “Another thing, when you take over I need you to groom your brothers. You, Maleek, and Ramsey will run my organization as one; of course, you will be at the top but your brothers need to be backing you up.” he lectured.

  “Yes sir.” I replied.

  “Do you know why I named you Mayhem?” he asked.

  “Because that’s your street name?”

  “Yes but no, from the moment that pregnant test read positive you’ve been a pain in ya mama’s ass. The hell she went through carrying and delivering your ass let me know you was going to be a force to reckon with. Instead of naming you Maleek Jr, after myself, I named you after my legacy because I knew one day you were going to live up to your name.”

  “I got this pops.” I assured him.

  “You better, fuck around and let some random pussy ass nigga take over the empire I worked so hard to build, and I swear I will rise from the fucking grave and beat the black off ya ass, try me.” he spat.

  “You can count on me pops I promise. The Godfrey Brothers will be a force to reckon with.” I assured him meaning every word.

  (Five years later)

  I sat back at the going away party I told my mother not to throw and thought of the conversation I had with my father five years ago that made me the man I am today. Even though today was bittersweet, I was still grateful. After being forced to fill my father’s shoes, he did as he promised and groomed me to be a boss. I had to learn how to dress, think, and talk like a boss. When my father died six months later, I was able to put all my knowledge to work as I was thrust into the drug game.

  When it came time, I groomed my brothers and put them on like I promised my father. TK, my father’s right hand man and best friend, wasn’t too happy about that. He still wanted to run things side- by- side with me but with him getting old, I decided to pay him a retirement fund and cut ties with him. Yes, he was good to me when it came to showing me the ropes, but it was time to put my boss mentality to the test and turn my business into a family affair.

  For years, I ran the streets of Fort Lauderdale with an iron fist just as my father did. Men feared me, women through themselves at me, and money was coming in by the blink of an eye. With money came problems and that’s exactly what TK had become for me. Instead of accepting the money and lying low, he decided to come at me with some fluke shit by working with the feds in hopes of taking me down so he could step up and claim what rightfully belonged to my brothers and me.

  Before I could get at that nigga TK, the feds had him buried in a maximum security witness protection program. My brothers and I was then slapped with a shit load of charges that went back dated to when my father was still breathing. I didn’t understand how a nigga who claimed to be down would turn out to be a low life rat. Instead of allowing our legacy to die, I accepted all the charges, well the ones that my lawyer wasn’t able to have thrown out. I had shit lined up for us, and I couldn’t get it done if all three of us were behind bars.

  Today was the day I turned myself in. My mother wanted to make a big deal by having all of our friends and family here to spend some time with me before I served a five- year sentence. I couldn’t care less; all I wanted to do was lie up in my wife’s pussy and smoke a few with my brothers.

  “Baby, are you ok?” My wife Macy asked taking a seat on my lap.

  “Yeah, you?” I asked taking in her beauty.

  Macy was dressed in a black tight halter dress that outlined her every curve. The black peep-toed stilettos she wore complimented her long toned legs. Standing tall at 5’9, 165lbs Macy was a certified bad bitch. The fact that she held me down all these years confirmed that I made the right choice
by marrying her. Macy was my high school sweetheart, and the only woman besides my mother who owned my heart. When I looked into her brown eyes, my heart melted thinking of all the years we would have to spend apart.

  “I’m ok I guess.”

  “Are you sure?” I asked.

  “No, but I will be; don’t worry about me.” she replied blinking away her tears.

  “Come on ma don’t do that to me.” I sighed rubbing her muscular thighs.

  Macy was very athletic in high school, which is why she had a thick yet toned shape. She would lock herself in our state- of- the- art in-home gym for hours working out. I would have appreciated some extra meat, but she wasn’t having that. Macy prided herself on being swimsuit ready at all times.

  “I know, but it's hard.” she sniffled.

  Lifting her up, I carried her to our room. I passed by my little brother Ramsey who was leaning against the bathroom door macking some chick. Ramsey was our father in the flesh. Although my father was married to my mother, that didn’t stop him from indulging in the many women that threw themselves at him on a daily basis. Ramsey’s mother was the only one that was able to trap my father with a baby. In her white little world, she was prepared to be loved by a strong black man and become one big happy family. Once my father determined Ramsey was his, shit got real. He showed up at the hospital and demanded at gunpoint that she sign over her parental rights.

  My father caught hell about his outside child, but my mother, being the woman she is, stood by his side and adopted Ramsey. The fact that him and Maleek were only a month apart and that he was a product of my father’s infidelity didn’t stop her from loving Ramsey as if he was her own. Watching my mother interact with Ramsey with so much love is what made my father fall in love with her even more.

  Pushing open the double doors to our bedroom, I walked across the massive bedroom until we reached our custom-made, King-sized canopy bed. Laying her body down on the silk gold sheets, I took my time allowing my eyes to roam all over her sexy body. The love that I had for Macy boiled through my whole body as I bent down and delicately showered her neck with light kisses while removing her clothes.

  “Damn, I love you.” I groaned groping her C-cups.

  “I love you too.” she sweetly sung.

  In this moment, the only thing I regretted was the fact that we didn’t have a baby. When we were in high school Macy got pregnant with my baby that her father forced her to terminate without my knowledge. Since then, it’s been hard for her to conceive. Although I forgave her, that didn’t stop me from wondering ‘what if’. Running my hands over her smooth caramel skin, I snaked my fingers around inside her hot dripping pussy before spreading her legs open and taking a whiff of her sweet scent.

  I dove in head first into her warm honey pot and savored her sweet essence. Five long years was what I'd have to wait before I could have this moment again; so, I was going to take my time. Yes, there will be conjugal visitations, but it wouldn't be the same. As I ate her in every angle until her legs began to shake, I wondered if she would be able to hold a nigga down and do the bid with me faithfully. In my heart, I knew she would, but an ounce of doubt kept lingering around. She knew what she signed up for when she said, I do. She knew I was a boss and with that came the good and the bad.

  "Ahhhh!!" she called out as I slid in her.

  "Mm" A throaty groaned escaped my lips feeling her warmness wrapped tightly around me.

  I had a room filled with family and friends’ downstairs here to wish me off at my "going away" party, but at this moment making love to my wife was all that mattered. In three hours, I had to turn myself in and these three hours were going to be spent fucking my wife. It served my mother right for being hard-headed when I told her not to put this gathering together.

  "You gon’ keep it real with a nigga?" I asked as I deepen my strokes.

  "Yessss daddy!" she cried out.

  I looked into my baby's eyes to find the truth in her words watching the tears spilling from them broke my heart. I knew I was being selfish by turning myself in, but I wasn't a snitch. I was the founder of The Godfrey Brothers, the boss, so it was only right that I ate those charges up and did the time. I had enough juice to run my operation from behind bars and with the help of my brothers along with this new connect we just linked up with; our money would be coming in by the boatload. The only thing I was worried about was Macy and her ability to be my safe-haven while I had to spend this time away from her.

  "I'm pregnant!" she called out, causing me to slow down my strokes.

  “What did you just say?” I asked looking at her as if she just grew a second head.

  “I’m pregnant.” she whispered.

  The fact that I was finally going to be a father made me the happiest nigga in the world, but then reality hit me, and I started feeling like shit. I hated myself for leaving my wife with the responsibility of raising my child alone for five fucking years. I knew she was going to be straight financially but emotionally; she was about to go through it. My mother and brothers would be here to make sure her and my baby was straight, but it wouldn’t be the same as having me there.

  “FUCK MAN!” I snapped getting up.

  “I can always get….”

  “Shut the fuck up with that bullshit, you ain’t getting rid of my fucking baby!” I yelled causing her to jump.

  “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do.” she began to sob.

  “It’s gonna be alright baby I promise, just bring in this world a healthy baby and I’ll handle everything else ok?”

  “Ok.” she whispered.

  Laying her body down on the bed, so many emotions filled me as I slid my dick deep inside her pussy again. The fact that she was carrying my baby had my dick extra hard. I was finally going to be a father; this feeling was incredible. Some would say being married at the age of twenty-two and expecting your first baby was too early, but to me it was just perfect. Shit, motherfuckers in foreign countries were doing all that shit at the tender age of twelve.

  As our bodies become one, I immediately began planning out my next move. There was no way in hell I was going to rot in jail for five years, and miss out on my baby’s life. I made a mental note to have my brothers look into hiring me the best legal team there was. My lawyer was good, but I needed the best. There had to be a way to reduce my time, and I was prepared to spend any amount of money to get that done.

  “Ahhhh daddy fuck your pussy.” My wife moaned.

  Pushing her legs further apart, I watched as my dick slid in and out of her slippery wet mound. The sight of her pussy juices coating my dick had me tensing up. Squeezing my ass cheeks together, I tried my best to hold onto my nut until she let hers off. After shoving my dick in and out of her, she finally gave me what I was looking for squirting sweet juices all over the place. Flipping her over, I fucked her long and hard until our secretions made one big mess all over the place.

  Pulling her naked body on top of mine, I savored our time together. Our fingers intertwined as we got lost in our own thoughts. I could feel her tears dropping on my chest breaking my heart into a million pieces. It was never my intentions to hurt my wife, but I had to protect my brothers and our business.

  We must have dozed off because the light tapping on the door caused me to jump out of my sleep. Macy was still sleeping; so, I carefully removed her body from mine and grabbed my tan dress pants pulling them over my bare ass and then buckling them closed.

  “Baby, it’s almost time.” My mother softly said once I opened the door.

  “Is everyone gone?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Good, I’ll be done in a sec.” I replied before closing the room door.

  “Baby, come take a shower with me.” I gently shook Macy.

  Once she was up, I carried her to our walk-in shower and adjusted the water until it was nice and warm. Before I could reach for my rag, Macy was on her knees topping me off with some of the best head a man could receive. Aside from
her beautiful face, sweet smile, and loving ways, her sloppy toppy was something I was going to miss like crazy. Macy had the type of jaws that’ll put you to sleep in a coma once she got done sucking the nut out of you.

  Filling her mouth up with what seemed like buckets load of cum, I grabbed her erect nipple and grabbed a hold of it with my mouth. I deeply sucked on it causing her to suck in a sharp breath. Macy pulled my head deeper into her chest and arched her back in order to feel the sensation of my tongue across her sensitive area. After paying both of her breasts the proper attention, I lifted her up by her legs and held her pussy up to my mouth.

  I licked, sucked, and chewed down on my wife’s pussy. I was determined to eat her out with every fiber in my being. I needed her to feel the passion that I held for her. With each lick I had something to prove, I had to make my wife understand that there wasn’t a nigga out there that could put it down on her like I could.