“What are you doing? I told you to stop pulling chairs up to sink. You could fall and get a boo boo.” I picked her up and held her tight because I felt like she was slipping through my fingers behind her bitch ass momma.

  “I thirsty Daddy.”

  “Aww I’m your Daddy baby girl?”

  “Yep. I don’t like them other daddies they’re so mean. Mook and Mommy hurt Neicee in the basement. She was crying and I was crying too. I covered my ears because her screaming hurt them.” My heart begin to race as it begin to register in my head what my daughter was telling me.

  “Listen to me real good, Paris. Tell Daddy where you saw Neicee at.”

  “She’s at my house in the basement.” I kissed her on the forehead and carried her back upstairs and put her in the bed. I had to hold my composure in front of my daughter. I hauled ass down the stairs trying to get to the bitch Kimbella. I was too late tho, Lucy had squeezed her ass too death. Bitch looked like a rainbow with that pink and purple hair with blue ass skin. He had suffocated the fuck out of her snake ass. Lucy wasn’t done feeding so I let her finish her job. I hit up my niggas including Boo and let them know what was going on. I said a quick prayer for my wife that she was okay. I would never forgive myself if something happened to her.

  Chapter 21-Honey

  I was glad to be back in my right mind, but it was hard to look at Boo. I missed the shit out of him and lord knows I love him. However, things felt different between us. We were so disconnected. We had been at the home we shared because Boo was in no condition to fly. In my opinion, he should still be in the hospital, but he’s refusing to go. He had been in our room and I was laying on the couch. It’s crazy how you can be in love with someone one minute and the next feel like it’s over between you two.

  I love Boo, but loving him is so unhealthy for me. I needed to use the washroom, so I headed upstairs. As I walked down the hallway, I stopped in front of what would have been my son’s nursery. I rubbed my hands over the initials BJ that we had put on the door. Had our son survived we would have named him Brion Jr. I still hadn’t bought myself too tell Boo what happened. I was also surprised he didn’t ask. He automatically assumed I got an abortion. The more I thought about it, the more I felt bad about leaving. In my heart, I feel like if I hadn’t got so stressed out, he would still be here. After using the bathroom, I went into the room where Boo was. He was laid back on the bed asleep. I felt so bad seeing the bandages on his stomach.

  At first, I wanted to climb in bed with him, but I didn’t feel right laying up under him after all the shit that had just went down between us. I just want everything to be the way it was when we first met. I knew I shouldn’t have been smoking, but I needed a blunt bad as hell right now. Boo hated when I touched his stash, but at the moment I didn’t care. I needed to clear my head and calm my damn nerves.

  I went under the bed and found the Timberland box he keeps his Kush in. I almost caught a contact from the aroma that was seeping out of the box. I found a swisher and sat on the floor and rolled me a nice fat ass blunt. I flamed it up and I took the longest pull ever. It had been months since I had me some good ass Kush and right now I was in a different zone.

  “Since when you start rolling up and not have me one ready to put in the air.” I looked behind me and Boo was sitting up in bed breaking down a swisher.

  “You were asleep. I’ll roll you one now if you want me to.”

  “It’s cool. I got it.” I turned back around and finished smoking on the blunt I had. The room was so quiet that it was awkward. I don’t know what came over me I just blurted it out.

  “I didn’t kill our son, Boo. A couple of weeks after I left, I had a miscarriage. He just fell in my hands.” I hurried up and wiped my tears because I knew I was about to cry. I looked over and Boo had sat next to me on the floor.

  “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through. I can’t believe how disrespectful I was to you. I was dead ass wrong for judging you. Most importantly, I was dead ass wrong for putting my hands on you the way I did. Granted, we’ve both put our hands on each other, but I treated you like a bitch in the streets and not my wife. That shit wasn’t cool. I’m real fucked up about the baby, but even more fucked up knowing that you had mental issues and was scared to tell me. We never would have been trying to have babies knowing that you needed your meds.”

  “But I want to give you babies. I see how you love on Peanut and Remy’s kids. I want to make our family complete. Both times I’ve took it away from you being selfish. I can’t believe I shot you Bae,” I said as I rubbed my hands over his stomach.

  “I can’t believe the shit either. I know you ain’t never got to worry about me no more. Your ass is certified crazy and I know now not to fuck with you.” I managed to smile despite feeling so fucked up about all of this.

  “Are you mad at me for losing the baby?”

  “Being mad at you would be like me being mad at God and we both know the big guy doesn’t make mistakes. I actually think this is for the better. How can we bring up a baby and we hurting each other? That shit ain’t healthy for us or our seed. I feel like we need to start over from the beginning. We didn’t really know each other; we just jumped into a relationship. I love you with all my heart, but I think it’s better if we part ways until we figure out if we cam make this marriage work.”

  My heart raced hearing him say those words to me. Deep inside, I knew that this was the best for both of us, but in reality I didn’t want that. I wanted Boo and I wanted my son back. Our marriage isn’t supposed to be like this. Right now we’re supposed to be enjoying life and expecting our son. Not making the decision to walk away from each other.

  “I’m not going to sit here and act like it don’t hurt to hear you say that, but I understand that it’s for the best. I still have my old house and I can just get my stuff out of storage.” I got up and walked out of the room. There was really nothing else that had to be said. I was following my Psychiatrists orders to remove myself from stressful situations that might trigger an episode. I know for a fact that Boo and I love each other and if it’s meant to be we will find our way back to one another. In the meantime, I can spend this time working on me and getting my life together. I never want to see a strip club again. That ass whooping Boo put on me has scared a bitch straight. One thing for sure and two for certain we got one crazy ass hood love.

  Chapter 22- Murda Mook

  The last thing I ever wanted to do is hurt who I thought was my friends, but I use the word lightly. These bitch ass niggas Peanut and Boo started fucking with the clown ass nigga Remy and forgot who the fuck it was that put their bitch asses on back in the day. It was me Murda motherfucking Mook who turned them on the drug game. Them niggas wasn’t good for shit but robbing and stealing from motherfuckers. I get sent up state and these niggas forgot about me. I come home to these niggas living in mini mansions and driving Bentleys and shit. I come home to a fucking Dodge Charger. I lost my fucking freedom picking up a delivery for Peanut’s ass. All I got was a measly fifty dollars a month on the books from the same niggas I made sure had five bands or more in their pockets weekly. We was supposed to be family, but all I hear is how Remy is their family and how he put them on. I don’t need to even get on the bitch nigga Remy. I wish his ass wasn’t dead because I wanted to be the one who pulled trigger.

  That nigga scared me for life when he shot me in my leg. I damn near bled to death in the middle of the fucking street. All over some pussy that I never even had a chance to sample. That bitch Rose` must have some powerful shit because Remy and the nigga Ace was sprung as shit off of her. I’m glad I didn’t get the pussy; the last thing I wanted to do was be out here looking a fool over a bitch. At the same time, this hoe Kimbella got me fucked all the way up. It was never my intention to involve Neicee, but she just had to have me kidnap her ass.

  At first, I didn’t want to hurt her; all I wanted was to kill Peanut and Boo for saying fuck a nigga. It was hard for me getting at them niggas because they had changed their numbers and addresses. Kimbella’s dumb ass thought she was using me, but she was the one that was being finessed. That bitch could suck a mean ass dick and she knew everything I needed to know about where they laid their heads at. I swear I never want to get on a bitch’s bad side. A nigga will break a bitch heart and that hoe won’t be able to take it. She’ll become the bitch that signs statements against your ass or the bitch that will tell your enemy where you lay your head. Please my niggas be mindful of the women you fuck over. They can be some spiteful, ungrateful ass bitches.

  Kimbella so jealous of Peanut’s wife she had to result to us kidnapping the bitch all because she had sneaky pussy. I wanted to beat her ass myself when she told me that Peanut wasn’t Paris’ daddy. In a way, I’m regretting that I ever started fucking the bitch, but I needed a place to parole to. Not to mention the bitch kept bands on her. All she wanted was some good ass pipe. I made sure to knock her shit out the frame each and every time.

  Unbeknownst to her, I’ve been stealing all of her money from her bank account. Teach that hoe a lesson about playing with me like I was a lame ass nigga. I knew she was up to some shit. Bitch had her own agenda, but little did she know I was ten steps ahead of her ass.

  *****

  “Please, Mook. I need to get to the hospital. I’m in labor.” After raping Neicee repeatedly, her water had broke. Niggas ain’t never lied when they said pregnant pussy was the best pussy. I had been trying to figure out if I was going to let her and the baby die or drop her off at the hospital. I’ve been calling the bitch Kimbella and she hasn’t answering the phone. This shit was all her bright idea and now the bitch is missing in action.

  “Shut the fuck up and let me think.” I pulled my phone out and tried calling Kimbella some more, but the bitch still wasn’t answering.

  “Ahhhhhhh! He’s coming!” Neicee now had her legs open and I could see the head coming out. Seeing that, I knew I had to help deliver the baby. At the same time, reality set in and I knew I had fucked up. This whole scene was real fucked up on my part. My greed and jealousy has turned me into a monster because only a monster would do the shit that I had done to this girl.

  I rushed over to her and I tried to help pulling the baby out. She looked like she was in so much pain and about to pass out at any minute.

  “Really nigga?” I looked up when I heard Peanut’s voice. He was pointing a gun at me. With Remy and Boo standing beside him with their guns raised as well. They were in all black with their hoods on, but I knew it was them. I should have known the bitch Remy wasn’t dead.

  “Nigga fuck you and your bitch ass crew. If you gon’ kill me, I suggest you niggas gone ahead and do it. I’m not about to explain shit or go out like a bitch ass nigga. Fuck I look like begging for my life like a bitch. You of all people know me better than that.” I was now standing up holding my arms straight out. In reality, I knew these niggas had every intention on torturing me and that’s the last thing I wanted them to do. They needed to get this shit over quick fast and in a hurry.

  “Kill his bitch ass, Peanut, the baby is coming out!” Neicee yelled and at the same time, all three of the niggas emptied their clips in me. It wasn’t a grand exit in terms of leaving this world, but I would rather go out like a gangsta instead of a bitch any day.

  Chapter 23- Rose`

  With all that had been going on with everyone, we were finally able to enjoy each other as a family. Neicee and the baby were released from the hospital with a good bill of health. I never thought in a million years Kimbella or Mook would stoop so low and do what they had done to her. It was only God that kept her and her baby boy covered.

  It saddened me that Honey and Boo decided to separate. They aren’t talking divorce so they still have a chance. They deserve to be happy and be fruitful. Hopefully, they can find their way back to each other and live happily ever after. As for Remy and I, we’re still getting back to us and healing. I’m still in shock knowing that he can walk again. I could have shitted bricks when he walked into that room and saw Ace eating on my pussy. I jumped out that bad quick as hell.

  At the same time, I was so damn turned on I became horny as fuck. I had to grab my baby by the dick and balls at the same time I tongue kissed the shit out of him. My nigga was the shit hands down and it wasn’t a bitch or nigga on this Earth could tell me different.

  It felt good as hell to be home with my husband and our kids. We had been spending time together as a family and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I recently found out that I’m pregnant again, but I haven’t told anybody. There’s so much going on within the family that I just want everybody to focus on changing for the better and getting back to being happy. I’ll keep my great news to myself until it’s the proper time to tell it. Plus, Remy didn’t need to know because he would make a bitch have several damn seats. Since I became a part of Boss Lady Inc., I’ve been on a adrenaline rush out of this world. Remy has fucked up by wanting me to get close to Tahari and the other girls. Not to mention knowing that we’re family makes it that much better.

  I had yet to reveal to my mother about my knowledge of her having a twin sister. It had been on my mind heavy and I was trying to think of a way to bring it up to her. I was having a hard time understanding why she felt the need to disconnect herself from her family. Peaches gave me the reasons why she did it, but I would much rather hear it from my mother. I could only hope that she won’t curse my ass out.

  *****

  I had been walking on eggshells all day as I prepared Madear's house for the engagement party. It was a small private affair. There was no need to invite any insiders because we couldn’t trust a soul. Madear had cooked so much food and I knew by the end, we were going to be throwing half of it away. My mother and father looked so good dressed in their all white linen outfits. The party wasn’t even in full swing before Remy, Peanut, and Boo started getting my daddy wasted. He acts a complete damn fool when he drinks Hennessey and I knew by the end of the night, him and my mother were going to be at each other’s throat. I was so happy that Peaches and Gail were going to surprise my mother and come to the dinner. I’ve gotten to know Peaches and Gail really good these last couple of days and needless to say they are a trip. They’re indeed my aunts.

  I was so happy to meet Gail’s kids Markese and Aja. Not to mention, their spouses. It’s a small world because I had just booked an appointment with his wife Trish. I had been hearing so much about her and her chain of beauty salons. Trish is known as the Hair Weave Slayer around Chi Town. I was amazed at meeting all of my mother’s side of the family. It warms my heart to know that my husband is best friends with Thug. It’s a blessing to have him, his family, and their crew riding with us and for us. Blood couldn’t make us any closer. Let’s not forget my crazy ass auntie Porsha. Her and Madear together in the same room is like mixing oil and water. As I sit and look around the room at all of my crazy ass family members, I smile because I wouldn’t take them any other way.

  After setting all the food out, I noticed Remy grabbing his hoodie and getting ready to leave. It was odd that he was trying to leave without telling me. I was glad my kids ran interference because as soon as they saw him trying to leave out the door, they bomb rushed him. I taught them well.

  “I’ll be back y’all. Go in the back and finish watching TV.” He kissed them all on the forehead and they ran off to the back of the house.

  “Were you just going to leave out the door without telling me?”

  “I was gon’ tell you. I’m kind of in a rush because I have some important shit to handle with Thug and Malik.”

  “Out of all the days y’all have to handle some shit. I’ve spent a lot of money on this party and now y’all aren’t going to be here. Did you forget about Peaches and Gail coming over to surprise my mother?” I was really mad at the moment because they needed to be here in order for the surprise to go accordingly.

  “I know Bae, but I have to handle this shit a.s.a.p. I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t let them eat all the damn cake up either.” He grabbed me by the waist and kissed me passionately on the lips. His big, soft hands was gripping the shit out of my ass.

  “Your ass getting fatter Ma. Is there anything you need to tell me.”

  “I’ve been eating all that junk food and it’s going straight to my ass and hips. Since you’re well, I can start back working out with you. Now go ahead so you can come back. Be safe. I love you Bae.”

  I practically pushed his ass out the door once he started hinting around to me being pregnant. I hate that he knows my body better than I do. He knows my cycle and everything. I went into the kitchen and started preparing the fruit and cheese trays. I thought long and hard where Remy could be going. I grew concerned because he was tipsy and high as hell. He hardly ever goes out when he’s under the influence unless he’s going to kill somebody.

  “That motherfucker!” I thought to myself.

  At that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about that party. I rushed out of the door and jumped into my car. I grabbed my phone and tried to find his location, but I couldn’t find it. I knew that meant that he had probably cut his phone off. I sat and thought long and hard as to where he could be. Then it dawned on me that there was only one place he could be and I was mad at him for lying to me about where he was going.

  He was about to get the shock of his motherfucking life because I was about to show the fuck up and show the hell out. I opened my glove compartment and pulled out my Glock. I was about to let my bitch do all the talking for me.

  Chapter 24-Remy

  The Cuban cigar I smoked on was so fitting for the occasion before me. It’s amazing how a nigga can walk around so comfortable after causing others so much hurt and pain. I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was the liquor and the weed. Then again I’m a motherfucking gangster and only a bitch ass nigga would blame it on the motherfucking alcohol. One minute, I was chilling with my loved ones and the next, I was in my car headed to my father’s house.