Bossed Up By A Billionaire Thug

by Khadijah J

  “I ain’t been hugged up on no damn strippers!” He snapped.

  “Whatever, just get out!” I told him. He climbed on top of me, forcing me to kiss him as I tussled with his big self.

  “Kenzo, damn. Stop, okay. Okay. Babe, no, for real, I’m really hurting.” I whined.

  “Tell me you love me.” He demanded. I could smell the liquor on his breath.

  “Okay, I love you, damn.” I frowned.

  “Say that shit nicely!” He growled, and I did.

  “I love you, boy.” I laughed, as he tickled my neck with his nose and mouth. Finally, he climbed off me.

  “I love you, woman. You gon’ be my wife.” He told me.

  “Okay, Kenzo, take yo tipsy butt downstairs.” I laughed. He frowned at me before walking in the closet. I shook my head as he came back with a white box.

  “I’m not playing with you. You gon’ be Mrs. Rogers. I know I’m tipsy and shit, it’s probably best I ask you now, cause sober me been shitting bricks about asking you. But I don’t see the future without you in it, Au’Brielle, so what’s up, baby?” He got on his knee on the side of the bed I was laying on. I damn near cried.

  “Babe. Kenzo, no.” I started, and his face contorted.

  “I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes with you intoxicated like this.” I told him.

  “You saying no? Huh, Au’Brielle?” He asked, standing fast as hell.

  “Kenzo.” I exhaled.

  “Nah, fuck you, Au’Brielle!” He walked out the bedroom putting the ring in his pocket. I rolled my eyes, and rolled over in the bed going to sleep. I ain’t have time for his drunken antics.

  The next morning, I woke up and wiped my eyes, instantly noticing this fool put the ring on my finger anyway. He was passed out, holding me, one hand near my stomach, the other on my left boob, while his head rested on my shoulder. I yawned and reached for the remote, while he snored like a baby against me. I was good into a Lifetime movie, when he woke up asking what time it was.

  “I have no idea, I’ve been sitting here for hours against my will.” I told him. His nose flared, as he scowled at me.

  “You gon’ make me fuck you up.” He jumped out the bed with his morning wood, getting in the shower. I went to handle my hygiene as well, before getting ready to go handle my two appointments for the day. I had nipple piercing, and a back tattoo scheduled right after, then I was coming back to the bed.

  “How was your visit with your stepmom?” He asked.

  “She tried to bring my ex as well. I don’t know what’s wrong with them folks.” I told him. He chuckled.

  “Yeah, they gon’ be pissed when we get married.” He chuckled.

  “Oh, is that what this is?” I walked up to him, and flashed the beautiful ring.

  “Your engagement ring.” He said, flatly.

  “Oh, so you do remember?” I said. He stared down at me, and I knew deep down inside that he was my soulmate. I didn’t see nobody else but him.

  “Of course I do, I wasn’t that buzzed. You crushed a nigga when you said no, but then I had to realize when you said no, you really meant yes.” He smirked.

  “You know how crazy you sound?” I laughed.

  “You know how crazy I am about you. I love you, baby.” He said, seriously.

  “I love you too, Kenzo.” I smiled.

  “So, you gon’ marry me?” He asked.

  “Of course, I just didn’t want you to wake up and regret nothing.” I told him. He picked me up, grabbing a handful of my ass, and tonguing me down.

  “I meant what I said. You my future, I want us to grow old together.” He told me. Damn, I loved this man.

  Eighteen ~ Niatia

  When I was released from the hospital, I went home, and E’Mauri came to visit me. We sat there as he massaged my aching feet, talking about everything. I was trying to take a different approach, like Au’Brielle suggested. We were talking heart to heart, I was pouring it all on the table, or in his cup. Now, whether he drank, it wasn’t my business.

  “I just want to say I apologize for everything. For not being upfront and honest with you, and I completely understand where you may think I was wrong at. I get it, I honestly do, and I’m taking full responsibility for that. I should’ve told you. But I was protecting you. He threatened E’Mauni, and I just lost it. We even physically fought, because of what he said about harming her. I’m sorry, E’Mauri, I thought I was protecting y’all.” I told him. He stared at me in my eyes.

  “Do you know who the fuck I am?” He asked.

  “I do but-”

  “Then you know you can come to me about anything, and I’ll handle it.” He snapped.

  “I know. I’m sorry, I felt like it was my drama, and I shouldn’t have brought you and baby girl in it.” I told him.

  “As your man, it’s my job to protect you, and I’mma handle that shit. You ain’t gotta worry about shit. I want you to work outta here, and I’ll have one of my youngins looking out for you, but you moving in with us for now.”

  I didn’t believe him at all. I thought he was just talking. The next morning, I worked out my apartment like usual, but one of his youngins was hanging out and making sure shit was good. When the day ended, I cleaned up before getting in the shower.

  I cleaned up and got in the shower before hearing a bunch of men’s voices. I slipped outside the shower, panicking, and I heard some heavy footsteps walking in. My ass was hurting, it was stinging, as Lucci looked over me with concern on his face.

  “You good, Nia Pia? How the fuck you fall?” He asked, helping me off the ground with a blunt hanging from his mouth. I shook my head.

  “How you think?” I snapped, and he looked at me like I was crazy, as I pushed passed him, after turning the shower off. I hurriedly threw on some sweats and a t-shirt with my slippers, ready to cut into him for bringing people in my house. That was quickly chopped as I rounded the corner and somebody was mounting a huge flat screen. But what fucking killed me was, my old dining room table I had set up for my nail salon, had an actual pink and white, marble top, manicure table, sitting there with the fuzzy chair I wanted, and the pink and white chair for my client. Before I knew it, I was wiping tears before staring at Lucci with disbelief.

  “What, you don’t like it? You told me you wanted to find a pink manicure table like this eventually. You don’t like it? We can order some other shit, bae, my bad, I was just trying to-” He started spewing out.

  “No, I love it. I really do, I just can’t believe you did it. I can’t believe.” My voice cracked and I wiped my tears. I had to take a few deep breaths to get myself together. I couldn’t believe it, I walked up to him hugging him tightly. I had never had anybody look out for me like this. He kissed my forehead.

  “Damn, girl, don’t fucking scare me like that. Had a nigga thinking he fucked up.” He chuckled.

  “No, oh my goodness. I can’t believe it. Thank you.” I stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. He grabbed a handful of my ass, before turning my tongue loose.

  “Check out yo shit, baby.” He smirked.

  I instantly walked to my table, and he had bought a whole starter kit, with a drill and everything. I literally, had everything I needed to be successful and start taking my shit serious.

  “This just the start. I’mma deck yo shop out.” He came up behind me, kissing my forehead. I raised an eyebrow at him.

  “Oh yeah?” I asked.

  “Yeah.” He smirked.

  “I don’t know how to repay you.” I told him.

  “You ain’t gotta do shit but use the shit. I ain’t come out my pockets for nothing. Shit, baby, you got a gift, you better use that shit. My mans and them was talking about how they baby momma’s bugging the fuck outta them for money to come to you every gotdamn week. But a homecooked meal would be nice. I ain’t had one in a minute.” He cheesed at me. I shook my head, and pecked him on the lips.

  “Whatever you want,” I told him. His childish ass just grinned and rubbed his h
ands like he was Birdman.

  That had been the routine for a few months now. Living with him and E’mauni was great. It felt like second nature to me, honestly, and my baby bump had grew overnight. Lucci was sure he was having a baby boy. He apologized to me about denying his child, and I forgave him. He came to one doctors visit, and they told him how far along I was and he nodded. Talking about that was the day he had me pussy popping on a handstand. I was so embarrassed.

  Vash and Au’Brielle threw the best baby shower, where they revealed I was having a baby boy. Everybody who attended knew what I was having, except for me and Lucci. He was so happy and ecstatic. He swore he was naming his son after him. We were looking for a bigger house for us. The kids were going to need extra space, and E’mauni was so excited for her baby brother to come. Everything was going great.

  I was trying to adjust to growing bigger everyday, but it wasn’t working. I got frustrated, because I couldn’t even tie my damn shoes with out being out of breath. I was over it, and ready to drop this load. Mauri had to go out of town for business deal with Shyloh, so I was left with baby girl. We had an entire week to ourselves. Saturday I was booked all day, and baby girl came with me. Our little week girl vacay was on it’s last day, because daddy was coming back home tonight. When we finally got home, I turned on the lights and walked in the kitchen with the bags I had. Baby girl had turned the living room TV on, and was getting ready to take her shoes and coat off.

  “Where my phone at, Mauni? Did I leave it in there?” I asked her.

  “Yes, I ‘ll bring it to you.” She started.

  “No, I’ll come get it. I walked in the living room, and as soon as I grabbed it, gunshots rang into the house, and I immediately grabbed E’mauni, shielding her body with mine. I screamed, as I was hit multiple times going down with her to the ground. The tears poured from my eyes, as I started to realize the gunshots had yet to seize and I more than likely wouldn’t live to tell my story. I just kept praying to God save my babies, I could give a damn about myself, as long as they were okay. Please, God, let them both be okay.

  Nineteen ~ Lucci

  “I’m glad we got that shit squared away. Now I just gotta figure out where the fuck this bitch ass nigga been hiding at. I been on pins and needles trying to get back to the crib.” I chuckled, talking to Shy. We were like three hours away when I called Niatia, and her hard-headed ass ain’t answer. We pulled over to stop and get some food. I tried calling Nia Pia again, and got no answer, I was starting to sweat a little bit.

  “Nigga, chill, she prolly fell asleep or something. Relax.” Shy joked. I nodded.

  “Yeah, you right, it’s getting late.” I said. When we got back on the road, the GPS told us we had four and a half hours left. My phone rang, and it was an unsaved number. I instantly knew some shit was wrong.

  “Talk.” I answered.

  “Man, this your neighbor, Shakaila, they shot up yo crib. They rolled them both out on a stretcher. They took them to Downtown Spectrum, you better get down there asap, they said it wasn’t looking too good.” My neighbor said. I was livid as Shy drove doing eighty.

  “Bro, push this bitch to the max.” I told him.

  “What’s up? Everything good?” He asked.

  “Nah, this nigga done fucked up, bruh. Shot up my crib with my lady and child in it. This nigga about to get what he asking for though. Aye! I want that nigga bounty upped to a hundred bands, and his head delivered to me on a silver platter!” I yelled on the phone, before hanging up. I was done, I knew I shouldn’t have left them. I was so pissed with myself, and the fact that I left them like that. I ain’t know the fate of my kids or my woman. I was fucking shaking with rage. If something happened to one of them, I would never be able to forgive myself. I started beating the damn dash board.

  “Bruh, what the fuck is up?”

  “Nigga, they shot up my crib. My neighbor just fucking called me saying they were taken away on a stretcher.” I told him. He instantly picked up speed, and was doing at least one ten, which was cool with me. I dialed my nigga’s number, and he answered on damn near the last ring.

  “Wassup, youngin?” He asked.

  “Bruh, I need a huge favor.” I explained everything to him.

  “Say no more. I’m on it, and I’mma send my girl to the hospital to check on them, and I’ll hit you back.” Kenzo said.

  “I’mma be there in like two hours, good looking, bro.” I told him.

  “You already know.” We hung up with each other.

  “Niggas better know that I’m chopping they shit off on sight. I’m done playing with him, niggas know how I’m cut, so why even try the shit?” I clenched my jaw. My nigga, Shy, ain’t say shit, just was maneuvering through traffic.

  When we pulled up to the hospital, Shy whipped into handicap, not giving a fuck, as we both ran inside. With every step I took my heart kept sinking cause I ain’t know what the fuck to think. I was busting bullets, fucking scared I was gon’ lose my family. I couldn’t help but to blame myself as I rounded the corner and ran into Vash and Au’Brielle. They both hugged me and told me the doctor hadn’t got back with them yet. I sat in the nearest seat when Au’Brielle stood up and grabbed my hand and Vash grabbed my other hand.

  “Precious heavenly Father, I come to you as humble as I know, asking that you wrap your arms around my family right now. We are hurt, confused, and angry. None of that matters right now, Lord. I ask that you look over the doctors, and steer them to heal my family. I pray that you bring my sister, godson, and niece, back to me, and most importantly, back to E’Mauri, in good condition. I plead the blood of Jesus, have your way, Father God. We thank you, and love you, for each and everyday you give us. I ask that you forgive us for our sins and continue to look over each and every one of us. In your precious heavenly name I pray. Amen.” Au’Brielle ended her prayer.

  “Amen.” Everybody nodded. Ten minutes later, the doctor came to find us.

  “That would be us, sir.” Vash stood up. I stood up, not saying a damn word, just staring at him.

  “Well, luckily for Miss E’mauni, she was only grazed by a bullet. She’s been treated and is ready to be discharged.” He said. I was so thankful my baby girl was okay.

  “Miss Bridge’s body went into shock, after being wounded four times. We removed your son for his safety, he’s doing excellent. We can take you to see him immediately. Miss Bridge isn’t out of the dark yet, we put her in a medically induced coma, due to her wounds being as severe as they were.” He said. All I heard was coma, and I was ready to go ahead and kill this nigga. As the doctor walked off, I was about to head to the elevator. Shy stopped me.

  “Nigga, where the fuck is you going?” He asked.

  “Why you asking me a dumb ass question?” I scowled at him.

  “Bro, nah. Yo family need you. Baby girl in there probably scared as hell, and only person yo son know is his nurse. They momma fought for them ‘til she couldn’t no more. Now they need their pops, bro.” He told me. I stood there contemplating, and he was right, but this rage had a nigga thinking all wrong.

  “Kenzo already on it, and I’m headed out too, bro. With us both out there, you know we gon’ find that nigga and bring him to you. We got you, bro, but yo family need you right now. Yo girl need you right now.” Shy told me. I nodded, and we slapped fives as I headed to the nurse so she could take me back to see my kids. After making sure my baby girl was okay, Vash stayed with her, getting ready to leave while I went to check on my son.

  When the nurse took me to him, I had tears in my eyes. I had to chuckle, cause my lil man looked just like me. It was no blood test needed. That had me feeling even more like shit that I ever denied him. I owed Nia everything and more, and as soon as we got up outta this dark place, I was gon’ give her just that. I took my shirt off and I saw all the thirsty nurses watching me, but I ain’t give a fuck. I just remember emphasizing on skin to skin contact when he was born, so he could get more familiar with me and keep him calm knowing h
is parents were here.

  “Wassup, son? I know you probably remember my voice, it’s your dad, man.” I kissed his forehead.

  “You were born into a lot of chaos, son, but that’s alright. Daddy gon’ handle it, and make sure you, you sister, and your mommy, straight. I’mma teach you everything you need to know about this crazy thing called life.” I promised him. He was so damn chill, and just sleeping. I was so grateful that my kids were good. I sat with my son for an hour, before deciding to go check on Nia. I told him I’d be back.

  Walking in Nia’s room, seeing her hooked up to a bunch of monitors and the tube going down her throat, almost broke me. Au’Brielle was holding her hand and wiping her tears. Looking at her like that made me feel like shit, I failed to protect her as her man. I told her I’d always protect her, and now look. I wiped the tear before it could fully fall, before going to sit on the other side of her. I kissed her smooth forehead, before sitting down holding her left hand. Au’Brielle walked out, saying she was going to check on the kids, and I nodded. I kissed Nia’s hand, before laying my head on her lap.

  “You gotta wake up and see our son, Nia. You gon’ be mad as hell, he look just like his handsome ass pops.” I chuckled.

  “Mauni alright, she worried about you. So you gotta wake up, baby, cause baby girl can’t see you like this. Yo son can’t see you like this. We need you, Nia.” I paused.

  “I’m sorry, baby, I fucked up. I failed you, I’m soo sorry, Nia.” I cleared my throat.

  “As long as there is air in my body, niggas gon’ pay. You ain’t gon’ have to worry about shit Nia, I promise you that.” I promised her. I exhaled loudly, a nigga ain’t know what the fuck to think, or do.

  Twenty~ Au’Brielle

  It had been a month since Nia was shot, and baby boy, E’Nauri, was born. They were released from the hospital, and I was going to visit them since they moved, and Nia was released from the hospital. Nia had to learn to walk again from the bullet ricocheting near her spinal cord. I knew she had to be frustrated, so I just came to let her know it wasn’t all over. I walked to the front door, and Lucci was just heading out, so he let me in. I walked in and Nia was sitting on the couch with a messy bun, looking sad as hell. E’mauni was in school, and the baby was sound asleep on the other couch.