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  Fallin’ For a Boss 2

  By: Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 by Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

  www.shanpresents.com

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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.

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my mother R.I.P Celina John; I promise my mission in life is to make you proud. I love you!!!

  Acknowledgement s

  God is good all the time and all the time God is good!!!! I am living proof of that statement. First and foremost, I would like to thank the Lord almighty for everything that He has done for me. It was Him that blessed me with this creative gift, and I am grateful to know that part of my purpose is to bring entertainment to people.

  Secondly, to Kamauri, Kaiden, and baby Khy; you guys are my world. The strength of you guys love is the fuel to my fire. I am blessed to have three wonderful boys that call me mommy.

  Next, Charles, my father, the guy that went through a lot with me; although, we may not always see eye to eye thank you for always being in my back corner. I love you!

  To my number one fan, thank you for always supporting me. It was you who gave me my inner thug with all that thugged out music we be listening to in the car. LOL!! Thank you for also buying so many of my books and gifting them out.

  To ALL my FAMILY and FRIENDS (too many to name) thank you for being all supportive, thank you for even pretending to support me, I appreciate it. LOVE ALL OF YOU.

  I will also love to thank my fans, it was because of you FFAB part one was such a hit. I was happy to see my first book hit the charts, receive 5 star reviews, and receive all the love it did. You guys are awesome!!!!

  Last but not least, I would like to thank MYSS SHAN, the best publisher in the world. Thank you for pushing me to the next level. Thank you for always being there if I need to ask you something, vent, or even need ideas. You’re so hands on with us and I love you for that.

  To my sisters at Shan Presents, I love you all. This sisterhood that we formed is filled with love and a bond so strong. I wish all of you ladies nothing but success. SP4L!!!!!!!!!

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  Chapter 1

  Lala

  Feeling warm hands rubbing gently on my belly, I opened my eyes and saw the love of my life standing over me. I had to close my eyes and reopen them just to make sure that my eyes weren’t deceiving me.

  “What did I tell you about all that crying?” he said climbing in bed with me.

  “I thought I wasn’t going to see you again,” I whispered not believing I was actually in his arms again. He took my hand and placed it over his heart before he spoke.

  “My heart beats for you and our unborn baby. My life would not be complete if I didn’t have you two in it. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

  Pulling me on top of him, he grabbed me by the back of my head and stuck his tongue in my mouth. I savored the taste of Aqua fresh and weed letting me know he’d just recently brushed his teeth after smoking a joint.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned feeling him grab a handful of my ass. He flipped me over and positioned his head between my legs. In one quick motion, he snatched off my shorts and devoured my insides.

  “O-O-O-Ohhhhhh shit!” I yelled out in pure bliss as he ate me out with so much passion. Latching onto my clit, he sucked it until it became sensitive to the touch. Sticking two fingers in me while making love to my pearl with his tongue, he brought me to my fourth orgasm. I was ready to tap out.

  “Damn you so wet,” a female voice said, snapping me back to my hurtful reality. This had been going on since I’d been captured. I would dream of being with Stacks, but once I woke up, it was a female sexually assaulting me. Sitting up, I quickly closed my legs.

  “Don’t be like that. You know you were enjoying it,” she laughed pulling me closer to her.

  “STOP!” I frantically cried, fearing she would stick that strap-on in me again.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice I knew all too well yelled out.

  “Chill the fuck out, I’m just having some fun with the bitch before we kill her ass.”

  “So, when did raping her become a part of the plan?” James asked.

  “I didn’t know a woman could rape a woman. By the way she was all into it, that ain’t sound like no rape to me.”

  “Whatever, just leave her alone.”

  “What you mad the pussy doesn’t get wet for you anymore?” She laughed and walked towards the door. “Never mix business with pleasure, love will get you killed.” She winked before walking out the room.

  “You ok?” James asked sitting a suitcase on the bed.

  “If you’re going to kill me, just hurry up and do it!” I yelled in his face.

  “Shhh, Lala, just calm down. You know I would never do that to you.”

  “Then why are you holding me here against my will? You don’t do that to someone you love,” I began crying.

  “A doctor is coming to check on you and the baby. Trust me, Lala, we will be a family again,” he whispered before handing me a few bags out of a suitcase.

  “Go get yourself together,” he said before leaving the room.

  It felt like I had been held here against my will forever. I didn’t know whether it was night or day that was how confined they had me. I was stuck in this bedroom that had an adjoining bathroom. A queen-sized bed, a dresser, and a TV were the only things that furnished the room.

  The majority of my days, I would sit in the corner and draw. James knew drawing was one of the things I loved to do, so he bought me a sketchpad and a few pencils.

  Getting off the bed, I walked to the bathroom. Plugging the tub up, I filled it with warm water before pouring some bath crystals in it. Once the water was nice and warm, I got in and allowed my body to relax a little bit. Picking up the soap, I lathered my body with the Olay body soap James loved so much. The smell of the lavender instantly made me nauseous. Thinking back on the day, I was kidnapped; I wished I had never opened the door…

  A knock on my door and a scream caught my attention. I wanted to ignore it, deep down inside something told me to ignore it, but when I saw a lady there with her baby, I couldn’t. I thought of my baby and how I would want someone to help us if we were in need. Against my better judgment, I opened the door. Once I realized the baby the girl was holding wasn’t real, I felt something go over my face and a strong scent hit me, knocking me out.

  When I finally came to, I was lying on a bed in a room. I tried to open the door, but there were no doorknobs. I walked to the windows they all were bored. The only thing I had access to was a bathroom. Feeling defeated, I sat on the floor and cried for what seemed like hours before someone finally opened the door.

  “Why the fuck would you do this to me!” I yelled at the man I used to love.

  “Lala, calm down. Trust me, I’m not going to hurt you or the baby.”

  “Trust you, James? All I ever did was trust you and you let me down every single time, so why in the fuck would I start trusting your ass now?”

  By now, I was in his face trying to smack some sense into his ass.

  “I’m going to let you calm down, and I
’ll be back,” he said walking out of the room and locking the door behind him.

  I sat in the room for a few days with no food. The only water I had was from the sink. I would drink the water to keep myself from being dehydrated. If this was James’ way of thinking he would get mind control over me then, he had another thing coming. While lying on the bed, I heard the door unlock.

  “James, you are one sick bastard!” I yelled out.

  “No, honey, try again,” a female voice replied. Jumping up, I saw a beautiful woman with a devious smirk on her face. From that day on, she would come in and sexually assault me. I would block out the assaults and imagine it was Stacks making sweet love to me.

  “Lala the doctor will be here soon.” James’ voice boomed through the intercom invading my thoughts. I drained the water, rinsed my body, and exited the tub. Looking in the mirror, I could see a change in my color. My beautiful, vibrant skin was dull and pale. My hair was a mess, and my nails were so bad I had to bite the acrylic off of them.

  Putting lotion on my body, I put on a black panty and bra set, then slipped a cream colored dress on. Brushing my hair into a messy bun, I put on the earrings Stacks bought me as a just because ‘I love you’ gift. I was grateful James’ spiteful ass didn’t get rid of them.

  Walking back into the room, I picked up my sketchpad and began to jot down a note. Once it was completed, I folded the piece of paper, placed it in my bra and waited for the doctor to come. After a few minutes, I heard a knock on the door. A short older lady walked in the room pushing a cart.

  “Hello, my name is Dr. Rosa and I will be checking on your little one today,” she spoke in an angelic tone with a smile on her face.

  “Can you urinate in this cup for me, please?” She handed me a clear cup, and I made my way to the bathroom to give her a sample. “So how have you been?” she asked when I returned with the cup filled with pee.

  “I’m good,” I replied, keeping it short. She checked my weight and blood pressure, while she scribbled notes in a green folder.

  “Okay, let’s see how far along you are. Lay down for me please.” I laid flat on the bed and lifted my dress up to my chest. She squeezed a cold, blue gel on my stomach, and she used the Doppler to locate my baby.

  “There goes that precious sweet child,” she smiled at me while pointing to the baby.

  “You are eight weeks now. Let’s listen to the heartbeat.”

  My baby’s heartbeat filled the whole room bringing tears to my eyes. Moments like this were supposed to be shared with Stacks.

  “Lala, I am worried about your blood pressure being high. I also found some protein in your urine that concerns me as well. I am going to schedule another visit for you in two weeks, if nothing changes then we might have to have you go to the ER for further evaluation,” she said while scribbling more notes in the green folder. I burst into tears crying my little heart out. I needed her to get close enough to me so I could set my plan in motion.

  “Aww don’t cry, Lala. It’s going to be okay,” she said giving me a hug. Seizing the opportunity, I slipped the note in her coat pocket. I silently prayed that she was kind enough to get into contact with Stacks for me and let him know I was alive and well, sending him to my rescue.

  “You have to stop stressing,” James said looking in the green folder the doctor left.

  “Shut the fuck up!” I rolled my eyes at his dumb ass. “If you took me back to my man then, I would be stress-free,” I snapped.

  “Well, get that shit out of your head because that nigga is dead! You either get with the program or join his ass!”

  “Well, go pick out my casket now because I would rather be dead with the man I love than alive with the man I hate,” I spat making sure my words were as sharp as swords. I wanted them to cut him real deep. As soon as he left, I broke down crying. I hoped what he said was a lie. Was Stacks really dead?

  Chapter 2

  Stacks

  Sitting on the black, suede couch Lala decorated my man cave with; I sipped on some Hennessy watching Amanda sleep on the monitor. Ever since I found her instead of Lala, she’d been living with me. A part of me wanted to believe she knew more about the exchange gone wrong, but my gut told me she was innocent.

  Pouring another shot, I drowned it and studied the way she slept, from the back she had a figure like Lala. However, up close they looked nothing alike. Lala was breathtaking. Her beauty spoke volumes. She had more than just a nice body; she had it all. On the other hand, Amanda was just okay in the looks department. Her body was what probably drove guys crazy.

  Thinking about my baby was making me go crazy. All I did was smoke, drink, and kill niggas I thought had anything to do with her disappearance. Bear was the number one person on my shit list. As soon as I caught up with that nigga, I was going to give his fat ass a tummy tuck.

  “Yo,” I answered my ringing phone.

  “What’s good my nigga.” Ralph greeted me.

  Ralph, Bear, and I used to be as thick as thieves back in the day. When we were in our teens, we decided to rob a Bodega. Ralph got caught and took the fall for it by himself. Already on strike three, landed him five years in prison. He was recently released, and I felt like he was the only one I could trust.

  “Nothing, just stressing my boy.” I threw the shot glass across the room and decided to drink straight from the bottle.

  “I feel you cuz, I’m fucked up over this, too. You are my fuckin’ brother. You were the only one that held a nigga down when I was locked up. You even looked out for my kids, bruh. I owe you.”

  “Nah, bruh. We fam.”

  “No, phone calls yet?” he asked referring to the burnout phone Lala’s captors left.

  “Nope. Nothing.” I felt so defeated.

  “What you want to do?”

  “We gonna continue to bleed the block until my wife is home alive.”

  “Bet. I’ma swing by later with some money I got for you.”

  Since Bear disappeared, I had Ralph take over for me and so far he was doing a better job.

  “A’ight bruh, be easy,” I said hanging up the phone.

  Walking over to the bar, I grabbed me a bottle of Jack Daniels. I stopped to admire a picture I had taken of Lala when she wasn’t paying attention.

  Taking a swig of the strong liquor, I allowed myself to travel back to the worst day of my life…

  BRRRRNNNNNNNGGGG!!!

  “Hello?” I answered the burnout phone that the kidnappers left.

  “By now, you should have figured out that we have your girl. If you want her alive and still pregnant, I want five million dollars in two weeks. I will be sending you instructions. Make sure you follow them. One fuck up and I swear I will personally give your bitch a C-section right after I beat her pussy up unmercifully,” the unknown voice replied. I tried to make out the voice, but I couldn’t due to the auto tune he was using. Hell, it could have been T-pain who kidnapped my wife for all I knew. Five million dollars was chump change to me. So I had no problems getting in contact with my financial advisor and having him withdraw the money for me from one of my offshore accounts.

  The day of the drop, I had to make a five-hour drive to Tallahassee. Once I got there, I checked into a hotel and text the random person; Done. While waiting for further instructions, I took and shower and rolled me a fat blunt. I laid back on one of the chairs that was on the balcony and fell asleep.

  BRRRRNNNNG!!!

  The phone rang waking me up.

  “Hello?”

  “I see you finally made it. I want you to drop the money off in the blue dumpsters at Lincoln High School. I will text you the address. You have two hours and make sure you are alone. My men are watching, and if you bring a soul with you, your bitch will die.”

  CLICK!!

  I made sure the five duffle bags were secured in my back seat before sitting in the car waiting on the address. The drive was forty-five minutes away, so I arrived early just to
check out the scene. Nothing really looked out of place, so I got out, put the bags in the blue garbage can and made my way back to the hotel. I texted ‘Done’ and waited for a response.

  “We got the money. Once we verify the money is real and is the right amount then, we will give you the girl.”

  Two weeks later, I was contacted and informed the trade would take place in three days. I got in contact with Ralph and had him round up a few men. I was not going into a gunfight with a knife. I ran down the plan with my men and waited for the time and place to go pick up Lala. The day of the pick up something didn’t feel right, but I was determined to bring wifey home, so I ignored it. I was ready to catch some bodies, and I wasn’t playing.

  Walking inside of the warehouse, I spotted a woman tied up to a pole. I knew it was Lala from the back because the frame was the exact same as hers. I ran towards her. When I realized it wasn’t her, a bullet grazed my shoulder and the other hit me in the leg.

  I hit the emergency button on my phone alerting the men to rush in. Pulling out the guns I had in the back of my pants, I was feeling like Arnold Schwarzenegger in that movie Terminator, my guns were talking for me. The warehouse was dimly lit, so I could only make out shadows.

  I took cover behind a wall and quickly loaded up my guns. Once I heard my goons letting off a few rounds, I went back in. Three bullets hit me, and that still didn’t stop me. I was still walking on them niggas with straight gunplay. I felt my body getting weak, but I was still trying to push through these niggas. They needed to feel my pain.

  “You good, Stacks?” I heard Ralph ask me before everything went blurry, and I fell down. “Boss man you good?” one of my goons asked.

  “K-k-kill them niggas and get the girl, if she’s still alive,” I stuttered before everything went black.

  “Did you hear me?” Amanda asked trying to get my attention.

  “What I tell you about wearing my wife’s clothes?” I yelled.

  The only person I wanted to see rocking those too short, boy shorts was Lala.

  “Sorry, I didn’t have anything to wear. Want me to take them off?” she smirked.

  “What do you want?” I asked getting up to grab another bottle from the bar.