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by Lucinda John


  I stood there waiting for him hoping and praying that I was able to hit a soft spot with him. I was also praying that he didn’t recognize me from the bust that went wrong back in Texas. When he took forever to come back, I was starting to feel nervous and was about to leave until he came back with a duffle bag.

  “You drove?” he asked.

  “Yes. The black Honda.”

  “Let’s go.”

  I slowly walked behind him. I held my hand on the small pocketknife that I carried. I knew the knife couldn’t protect me against a gun, but if he was going to kill me, I wasn’t going down without a fight.

  “Pop your trunk.”

  Doing what I was told, I pushed the button that opened the trunk. He placed the duffle bag in the back and slammed the door shut.

  “That should help you get on your feet for a little bit, but can you do me a favor?”

  “Yes…sure.”

  “When you see or talk to Vic, give me a call and let me know what’s up.”

  “Ok…” I said grabbing his card. “Thank you.”

  “No biggie, now lets go order them babies some dinner,” he smiled.

  I walked back into the restaurant and ordered a ten piece mixed, with Mac and cheese, mash potatoes, fries, and dirty rice. He also ordered a dozen of fresh biscuits and a larger strawberry soda. He paid for all of the food and then left.

  I sat in my car and watched him pull off before I did. I was happy as hell that I was able to get some money. I decided to check into the nearest hotel room to count and stash my money before going back to Chasity’s. I loved my sister dearly, but I wasn’t giving her the opportunity to lick me out the money I was able to finesse Rob out of.

  Chapter 21

  Denise

  Today was the day that made me a free woman. I was done with my program and free to move to Miami to be with my girls and my new boo. I’d been seeing this Pastor that I met at the hospital while visiting Cinnamon. He was who made such an impact in my life and gave me all the motivation that I needed to get my life together.

  Because of him, I was able to forgive Rob, and everyone else who ever hurt me in my life. I learned to let go of a lot of pain that I was holding on to and that allowed me to open up more.

  I was planning on letting the girls meet him, but I wanted him to meet all three of them together. I was still searching for Coco, and I kept running into dead ends. It was as if she just vanished.

  “Hey, Denise, can I speak with you for a minute?” Ms. Pat one of my counselors asked.

  “Yes, Pat, what’s up?”

  “I think you need to come in my office and sit down for this.”

  “Ok…” I knew I was clean, so I didn’t know why there was urgency in her voice to speak with me.

  “Have a seat.” She closed the office door and sat in front of me. Grabbing my hands, she sighed before she spoke.

  “I don’t know how to tell you this but, Coco was found murdered,” she sadly said.

  I felt my whole world turn upside down. My heart was pained as I cried out in agony begging God to let this be a lie. I was unable to contain myself. I fell to the floor and yelled out to whoever was listening to me demanding that my child be sent back to me. I failed my baby, and it was my fault that she was gone. I wanted to pick up the scissors off Pat’s desk and end my life, but I thought of my other two daughters and my grandbabies they were carrying.

  I did what Pastor Derrick told me to do when I was feeling defeated. I got on my knees and began praying. As soon as I felt some pressure being released, I calm down.

  “What happened to her?”

  “She was shot.”

  “Oh, God, who would want to do this to my baby?”

  “I don’t know; there’s a lot of monsters in this world.” She tried to comfort me. “Texas law enforcement would like you to go and claim the body.”

  “Ok, I need to go lay down for a second, is that ok?”

  “Yes that’s fine, take all the time you need.”

  ***

  Having to identify my daughter’s body was the hardest thing that I had to do. Thank God that Derrick decided to come with me for moral support. The girls didn’t know about Coco yet, and I didn’t know how I was going to break the news to them.

  When the medical examiner pulled the sheet back, I ran to the sink and threw up. Her head was so badly split open that I could barely make out her face. She looked so cold and at peace. I identified her belongings, which was her purse, a few debit cards, and her I.D. Getting confirmation that my daughter was gone for good and no longer coming back to us, really hit me hard. I fell over her deceased body and began to cry out in pain.

  I signed the released papers to have her body sent to Miami for a proper burial. Since we didn’t have much family, I decided to bury her right away. Leaving Texas, I headed to my new life in Miami to be with my kids. Losing one child really made me appreciate the ones that I had left.

  “Hey, mama, I’m glad you’re home!!!” Cinnamon shouted. “Who is this?” she asked referring to Derrick.

  “This is a friend of mine.”

  “Mommy, what’s wrong?” Honey asked.

  “I have to talk to you girls,” I simply replied. “Please sit.”

  They sat down and began looking at me with blank expressions trying to figure out what I had to say. Taking a deep breath, I counted to ten before speaking.

  “It’s Coco; she’s dead.”

  “What you talking about mama?” Cinnamon asked.

  “She’s gone baby, gone!” I cried feeling my lungs threatening to collapse. I never felt a pain so strong since the death of my money. The same pain that turned me to the bottle and pills was the same pain I was now experiencing. The only thing now was I wasn’t going to allow the devil to take control of me. I was going to deal with this loss day by day.

  Chapter 22

  Chad

  Today was a really rainy day as we rode to the church for Coco’s funeral. Although I didn’t know her, I was there to show my baby some support. We entered the small church where the funeral was being held and was seated.

  The pastor stood and began preaching his sermon. Once he was done, Cinnamon and Honey stood up and shared memories of Coco. Their mother stood and spoke about her daughter’s life. The pastor then prayed, and the choir sung a beautiful song. When the funeral was over, we headed over to the gravesite to say our final goodbye.

  “In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return,” the pastor spoke as he recited the verse Genesis 3:19 from the bible. Cinnamon fell in my arms and began wailing. I shed a tear for my girl because she was so hurt, and there wasn’t anything I could do to take that pain away.

  When we got home, Cinnamon was a mess. Her hair was all over her head, and she complained that her head was killing her. She didn’t want to take Tylenol, eat, or stop crying. I hated that she was grieving while she was pregnant because this wasn’t good for the baby.

  “Baby, I know that you’re hurting, but you have to feed my baby ma,” I begged

  “I’m not really hungry.”

  “I know, but you have to eat something for me please, just eat a few bites of your soup.”

  “Ok.”

  I was happy that she finally agreed to eat. Scooping up a spoon filled with beef broth and veggies, I blew it and made sure it wasn’t too hot before putting it in her mouth. I fed her the soup, and I thanked God when she finished it all.

  Handing her two Tylenol’s and a bottle of water, I undressed her and placed her body in the warm water that I had waiting for her. She continued to cry as I bathe her body and tried to soothe her.

  After her bath, I dried her body off and gave her a nice massage hoping to relieve some of her stress. I dressed her in a pair of sweats, and a t-shirt then placed her in bed. Making sure she was comfortable, I went in the kitchen and ate two bowls of soup, after a nice hot shower.
I made sure all the alarms were on before climbing in bed behind her. I could hear her sniffling, so I just held her tight and allowed her to cleanse her soul.

  The alarm clock went off letting me know it was time for me to make my rounds. I sent Carter a text to let him know I wouldn’t be able to do them and to take my place. I planned on staying home and catering to my girl’s every need. I got out of bed and made her a light breakfast.

  “Baby, wake up so you can eat.”

  “I’m not hungry, I just want to sleep.”

  “I understand that you’re hurt, but I’m not going to allow you to stress the baby out ma.”

  Realizing that she was fighting a losing battle, she sat up and allowed me to feed her the food. After she polished her plate clean, I handed her a prenatal vitamin and allowed her to go back to sleep. Today I planned on dragging her out of bed so that we can meet with a party planner for her baby shower, but for now I was going to allow her to get some rest.

  Carter sent me a 911 text telling me to call him ASAP. Walking out of the room, I closed the door and went to my office to make a phone call.

  “Yo’ kid shit crazy!” Carter answered.

  “What’s good?”

  “Man five of our traps were hit.”

  “FIVE?!” I yelled.

  “Yes five, man we lost one hundred thousand dollars and a shipment.”

  “How the fuck does all that money and drugs go missing with a red flag not popping up? Man there’s a snake somewhere in the garden.”

  “That’s the same thing I’m thinking. I’m about to gather up the boys, you coming?”

  I thought about Cinnamon, who needed me, and weighed my options.

  “Fuck man! You and Harry handle for me, once you get to the bottom of this shit call me.”

  “A’ight… one”

  I was mad as fuck. Who in their right fucking mind was bold enough to fuck with me on this level? Since I’d been in the game, I’d earned mad respect. Niggas feared me too much to even look at what was mine. Now all of sudden niggas want to get bold and shit and decided to fuck with me; this shit wasn’t adding up. Picking up the phone, I called my Grams.

  “How’s Cinnamon and the baby?” she asked once she answered.

  “They’re fine. Mama J, we got some big problems.”

  “Talk to me.”

  “Somebody decided to lick me today.”

  “Are you fucking serious, Chad?”

  “Yes man they got me for the shipment.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Nah, mama on some real shit.”

  “Boy I swear if you wasn’t my grandson, I’d kill yo ass!”

  “I know mama.”

  “Find me them niggas and kill their asses. I want you to cause hell in the streets of Miami. Let the ones that caught amnesia know that you don’t fuck with Julie’s shit and live. When you locate them motherfuckers, wipe them out completely. I want you to look their asses up on ansectors.com and kill everybody affiliated with their ass.

  I need to make another statement on these streets because apparently motherfuckers want to test my gangsta. Do they not know who the fuck I am? Man I can’t believe that shit!” she vented.

  One thing about my grams was she was gangster as fuck there was no denying that.

  “Oh, and Chad baby as your connect before I can give you another shipment I need my money from the shipment you lost, and I want that shit doubled!”

  “Doubled?”

  “Yes doubled. I know you got money, and it ain’t nothing to you, but you need to learn grandma or not, I’m still your fucking boss and you need to be smart while handling my money!”

  “I hear you.”

  “Now, get the fuck off my line!” she said hitting me with the dial tone. She was so lucky she was the woman that raised me, because I wasn’t with that disrespect shit. My nerves were really starting to go by, so I rolled me a few blunts to help me chill out a bit.

  “Is everything ok?” Cinnamon asked interrupting my solo session.

  “Yes, ma I’m good, you?”

  “I’m better.”

  You hungry?”

  “A little bit.”

  “What you got a taste for?”

  “Chilli and bake potatoes.”

  “You feel up to meeting with the party planner for the baby shower?”

  “No, not today, lets reschedule it. I just want to eat and lay down with you.”

  “Ok, got get in bed I’ll get started on the food.”

  My eyes followed her ass as she walked out the room. My dick began to twitch, so I had to remind him that she was still mourning the death of her sister. Finishing my blunt, I went in the kitchen to cook my two babies some food.

  Chapter 23

  Cinnamon

  One month later, and the wounds that I had from my sister’s death were still fresh. I was still in the healing process, and I didn’t think I would be able to get over it anytime soon. I started attending church with mama and her new pastor boyfriend, and was somewhat starting to cope with her being dead.

  All I could do was sit back and think of all the great memories that we’ve shared. Before we started working for Vic, we were so close that you would have thought that we were born at the same time. No matter how grimey Coco was she didn’t deserve to die, maybe get her ass kicked a few times, but not to die at such a young age.

  Brandy’s Missing You was on repeat as I laid in the bubble bath tub puffing on a blunt. I know it was wrong for me to be smoking and pregnant, and I knew Chad was going to killing me, but at this point I just needed to ease my mind. Take a few more pulls off the blunt, I threw it in the toilet and flushed it. Standing up, I opened the bathroom window to allow some of the smell to escape. Turning on the shower, I allowed the water to wash the tears off of my face and the bubbles off of my body.

  Today was the day that I had to meet with the party planner. I was more than capable of planning and decorating my own baby shower, but I wasn’t in the correct state of mind to have all that extra stress on me.

  “Bae, you ready?” Chad asked bursting through the bathroom door.

  “Almost.”

  “Cinnamon, are you fucking serious?”

  “What?” I asked knowing that I was busted.

  “You really lost your fucking mind if you thought it was ok for you to be smoking while you pregnant with my damn child!”

  “It’s not going to do anything to the baby, plus I didn’t smoke a whole blunt.

  “That’s not the point!” he yelled “Man let me go wait on you in the car before I wring your neck for being so stupid.”

  “And you think you wringing my neck is any more better for the baby?” I sassed.

  Chad sucked in a sharp breath and let it out. I could see the three veins in his neck piercing through his skin as he tried his hardest to calm down. He shot daggers at me before turning around, walking away, and slamming the bathroom door causing all of the photos to fall.

  I felt really bad for making Chad so angry. Through my time of grieving, he had been nothing but helpful and supportive. I couldn’t have asked for a better fiancé. I was starting to get too big for my clothes, so I decided on wearing a pair of black tights, a white Guess t-shirt, a pair of Guess snake skin sandals matching it with my white Furla Candy snakeskin bag. I sprayed my body with Chad’s favorite scent and applied some bubble gum MAC gloss. Grabbing a cup of ice, I made sure the door was locked before leaving.

  “I’m sorry,” I said as I got into the car.

  Silence.

  “Are you mad?”

  More Silence.

  “Are you going to ignore me?”

  Even more silence.

  His phone rang, and he answered and talked to whoever was on the phone. I took a piece of ice and chewed it making my mouth real cold. Two more ice cubes in my mouth, I unbuckled his pants and pulled his dick out. He was trying to snatch away from me, but I was too quick.

  Grabbing his tool, I gently rubbed on it and squ
eezed it. Running my tongue across the head, I used one of the ice cubes to play with it. When he started moaning, I then sucked in his dick, while twirling the ice in my mouth.

  “Oh fuck!” he yelled out as I deep throated him allowing the cold water from the melting ice to run down his dick. I squeezed my throat around his dick and used my tongue to tickle his balls. I felt his dick swelling up in my mouth, so I sucked on it like a cherry blow pop until he released the babies I wasn’t meant to carry down my throat.

  I gladly swallowed it and licked the head of his now twitching dick. Grabbing a napkin, I cleaned him off and placed his dick back in his pants.

  “You still mad?” I asked.

  “Nah, we good ma.” He slurred still high off that supa head I just gave him. He took a few more minutes to recuperate before pulling out of the driveway and driving to the party planner’s office.

  We were forty-five minutes late when we arrived, but when Chad told the planner that I had no budget all was forgiven. Chad and I decided on a Gucci baby shower theme, so the planner had all of the different theme ideas displayed on different posters for us.

  After going through numerous of them, we finally were able to decide on a layout. We decided to have it at The Miami Spring Country Club since it was the only location that Chad wanted to approve on. I didn’t care to spend so much money, but Chad wanted a top of the line celebrity baby shower.

  After the cake tasting and mailing off the invitations, we decided to stop by La Granja to have some lunch. As we sat and ate, we talked, laughed, and enjoyed each other’s company. Sitting here with him reminded me why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was happy that we were finally on good terms and that in two more months; I was going to bring our first child into this world.

  “Bae, I need a re-twist,” he said walking into the room while I was watching She Hates Me. I got up and went to the bathroom to grab the things that I would need.

  “Sit,” I said sitting down on the love seat we had in our room.

  “Mmmm pussy smell like water,” he said licking the seat of my panties.

  “Stop,” I giggled, playfully hitting him with the hair spray.

 

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