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Authors: Cynthia White

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Chapter 26

 

Boss

 

Once I was sure Meesha was safe
,
I hit the streets with Pee-Wee in search of a bitch ass nigga named Face who liked to prey on defenseless women. Pee-Wee knew a lot of cats from Grape Street
,
so he knew all their hangouts. He also knew where Face’s babymama lived
; h
e

d been fuckin
g
Sabrina for the last two years. Face didn’t know
,
but Pee-Wee could have cared less.
Nobody
put fear in my nigga
-
especially not Face. Sabrina had told him a long time ago how Face was hooked on
h
eroin
and how h
e was real tough when he was on it but turned into a straight bitch when his high wore off. He had to be high to go up in my house
; n
o nigga in his right mind was dumb enough to do some shit like that.

 

Pee-Wee parked in the alley behind Sabrina’s house
; w
e didn't want to draw too much attention to ourselves. Since my cousin knew the house
,
I let him lead the way. He

d been there many times before. I kept a watch out for anything or anyone that didn't belong. Grape Street wasn't our hood
, and w
e had to take precautions if we wanted to make it out alive.

 

“That bitch ass nigga betta be here
,
” Pee-Wee said, raising his hand
to
knock on the back door.

 

“Who is it?” Sabrina yelled from the other side of the thin
,
shabby
piece of
wood posi
ng
as a door.

 

“It's Pee-Wee!”
h
e shouted back.

 

“Hey
m
baby.” She opened the door and practically jumped on Pee-Wee, hugging and kissing him. Her smile disappeared
, though,
when she saw me. “What’s goin’ on?”
s
he
said,
look
ing
from me back to Pee-Wee.

 

“Where’s Face?” Pee-Wee asked, ignorin
g
her question.

 

“Upstairs, passed the fuck out.”
As s
he rolled her neck and put her hands up on her hips
, h
er fear quickly turned to anger. Face was suppose
d
to take their son to the barbershop to get a haircut but decided to get high instead.

 

“He came into my house yesterday
,
” I began to explain the situation we had on our hands. “My girl was in the shower when he shot it up.”

 

“Is she okay?” Sabrina seemed genuinely concerned.

 

“She’s pregnant, her li

l brother just got murdered
,
and now she’s laid up with all kinds of cuts and bruises all up and down her fuckin

back. On top of all that
,
now she’s afraid to go home.”

 

“I’m so sorry, Boss.” She looked up at me, her chinky brown eyes filled with both concern and fear.

 

“I guess I should shoot up yo crib up to get even.”

 

“Boss, please don’t
.
I got three kids in there
,

s
he begged and pleaded.

 

“Don’t worry. I ain't no bitch nigga
;
I wouldn't use a woman to get revenge
,
” I assured her. Terrifyin
g
women was her man
’s
way
- n
ot mine.

 

“Thank
you.”

 

“Sabrina,” Pee-Wee called for her attention. “You know what we gotta do.”

 

“He’s upstairs. First door on the left.” She gave up her children's father
just like that
. It seemed like she would have given up anybody for Pee-Wee.

 

“Get yo kids and take

em to the park for a li

l while
,
” I suggested. “This won’t take long. By the time you get back
,
we’ll be gone.”

 

Doing
as she was told
, Sabrina
went and got all three of her kids
, then
walked them six blocks to the nearest park. Pee-Wee and I waited until they were gone
,
then entered the house. We walked upstairs
,
and just as Sabrina said
,
we found Face in the first bedroom on the left hand side. He was fully dressed
-
shoes and all
- and
passed out across the bed. I raised
my
9mm and fired it one time up into the ceiling.

 

“What the fuck?!” That nigga damn near jumped out of his skin. His eyes got as big as two baseballs when he saw me standin
g
over him
– and h
e
immediately
knew what the deal was
: i
t was time to pay the piper.

 

“You fucked with the wrong nigga's gal
,
” I warned him
,

n
ow you get to die.”

 

Pow!
I fired one shot into his right thigh at point blank range.

 

“Fuck!”
h
e screamed like a li

l bitch.

 

“How ironic is it that I used this same gun to kill yo brother
-
and now I’m

bout to use it to kill you?” I smirked. I knew Yuk had a brother
;
I just didn’t think the muthafucka was stupid enough to try and avenge his death.

 

“Fuck you!” Face tried his best to come across as hard. “I coulda killed that bitch just like you killed my brotha
-
but I didn’t.”

 

“Fuck yo dope fiend
-
ass brotha!” I yelled as an image of Meesha cryin
g
her eyes out at Ant’s funeral played in my mind like a movie. The time for fun and games was over.
As
I raised my gun and shot him in the other thigh
, a
ll the hate and rage I had inside came bubbling to the surface.
Suddenly,
I saw Ren's face and wished it was him bleedin
g
on that bed.

 

“Fuck!” Face yelled out in even more pain than before.
“Pee-Wee, me and you go way back. You just gonna let yo crazy
-
ass cousin kill me?”

 

Me and Pee-Wee looked at each other
, then
exploded into laughter. Face didn't see what was so funny
; h
e thought
we
were both out of
our
damn minds.

 

“You wanna tell him
,
or should I?”

 

“You go ahead
,
cu
z
z
,
” Pee-Wee gave me the go ahead.

 

“You stupid muthafucka
. H
e been fuckin’ yo babymama for the last two years.”

 

“What?

Face looked so shocked
,
I almost felt sorry for the nigga. “I’ma kill that bitch.”

 

I raised my 9mm and shot him in his gut. He yelled out in agony. I heard that the stomach was the most painful place a person can get shot
- and f
rom the sounds of the screams coming from Face
,
I must have heard right.

 

“I’m sorry
,
man
!
Please don’t
kill
me
!
” Face began to beg and plead for his life
-
just like his brother did when he stared downe b stared the barrel of the exact same gun.

 

“It’s too late for all that shit now.” I fired one flawless shot and watched his head explode the same way Yuk’s did when I ended his pitiful life. Fuckin
g
with me was one thing, but these niggas were goin
g
to learn that fuckin
g
with Meesha was a deadly game
-
one that no one had survived
so far
.

 

Chapter 27

 

Meesha

 

A few days after the home invasion, Boss took me to meet with his realtor. Raquel Bleak was the woman who sold him first house a few years back. We only spoke for a few moments when she announced that she had the perfect place for us, and she was right: as soon as I laid eyes on the magnificent seven-bedroom luxury estate, I began to plan our future there. I loved our old house, but this one was even more fab. It was nestled in the heart of Creve Coeur County, far away from the gunshots and sirens of the hood we grew up in.

 

“You like it, baby?” Boss asked me, even though he already knew the answer.

 

“It’s perfect,” I beamed. “Absolutely perfect.”

 

I continued to look around, not believing that I could actually one day be living in a place so grand. Even my wildest dreams weren't that extravagant. The living room was big enough to fit the entire apartment I grew up in inside, and the master bedroom was like something straight out of MTV Cribs with its enormous closets and floor-to-ceiling windows. I couldn’t believe the master bath: that tub was big enough for six people. From the window above it, I could see out to the patio leading to the outdoor kitchen, the infinity edge pool, and the hot tub...I always wanted a hot tub.

 

“We’ll take it,” Boss announced to Raquel with me at his side. That made my day; hell, that made my
life
. I wanted to move into that house and live there forever. It had everything we’d need for the family I wanted to give Boss. I already had the baby’s room all picked out and couldn’t wait to decorate it. Life was good.

 

The price tag on our dream was a hefty one million, six hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Raquel’s commission would be over a hundred grand. Doing
business with Malcolm Clark was always a wise decision. When he first walked into her office, nobody else wanted to deal with him; all they saw were his baggy jeans, his Timberland boots, and his flashy jewelry. But being a jeweler’s daughter, Raquel recognized the authentic diamonds and expensive platinum settings, and she took a gamble with a young drug dealer - and it paid off big time. Her commission from the house he brought on Lake St. Louis was over fifty grand, and the loft he kept downtown overlooking the Arch brought her in just around thirty. Boss was single-handedly putting her two kids through college; for that, she would forever be loyal to him.

 

“If you need any extra security, I have a friend who breeds and trains guard dogs,” Raquel spoke in a low, hushed tone, always making sure to protect her number one client’s privacy. “He has a ranch out in Festus. Let me give you his card.” She dug around in her Gucci purse and pulled out a business card. On t iss cardit was just a name and number with a paw print design. It was simple and effective, and Boss respected that.

 

The following day, we visited the ranch where Boss purchased six full-grown Mastiffs. They were big as shit. I had never really been around dogs, so I was a little apprehensive, but those dogs loved me. They must have been able to sense I was pregnant because they were very protective. The night we finally brought them home, Boss and I were in the middle of a very passionate lovemaking session when they started going crazy; they barked so loud that one of the neighbors who lived a nice little distance heard them and called the cops. Boss put them outside after that, and from then on, every time we banged it out he made sure to put the dogs out first; it was either that or have to stop halfway through - and Boss wasn’t having that.

 

The months began to fly by. My pregnancy was going smooth. I had no major aches or pains, and best of all I’d only gained twenty-five pounds. It was early July, two months before I was to start my senior year, when I went into labor. Twelve hours later, Malaysia Clark was born, weighing in at seven pounds and seven ounces. Boss went crazy: he spent over a grand in the hospital’s gift shop on roses, balloons, giant stuffed teddy bears, and candy. I didn’t get the point of the candy, but I didn’t complain; Boss was happy, so I was happy, too.

 

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