Finessers 2

  Finessers 2

  By: Lucinda John

  Copyright 2014 by Lucinda John

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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.

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  Chapter 1

  Denise

  The sound of my unborn grandchild’s heartbeat filled the hospital room as I sat by my youngest daughter’s bedside holding her hand. I beat myself up every day for not properly being there for my kids. I allowed myself to become sucked into the life of a drug addict, and in turn neglected my kids. I left them all alone when they needed me the most and I would never forgive myself for this.

  I was recently released from rehab and was living in a halfway house. Although I still battled with my drug habit demon every day, I managed to stay clean. I attended church regularly and was on the road to living my life the correct way.

  My only wish was for Cinnamon to wake up out of this coma so that I could bring my daughters back together. Their bond was too strong for them to become so divided. When I found out that Cinny had been shot, I felt like a complete failure as a mother. I wanted to end my life that very day, but with a boost from my caseworker; she encouraged me to come out to Miami and be by my daughter’s side.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Honey asked in a nasty tone

  “Excuse me, but I am still your mother, ain’t shit changed! You will not speak with me in that tone. Now do you want to walk out that room and try again?”

  I was not going to put up with nobody’s nasty attitude. I understood the girls were going to be angry when I finally saw them, but I wasn’t going to allow any of them to disrespect them.

  “I’m their mother, you’re just the drugged out bitch that walked out on her kids!” she yelled.

  SLAP!

  I slapped her across the face. Honey always had this slick mouth that I just couldn’t deal with. I barely put my hands on the kids, but she deserved that. The way she was looking at me I could tell she wanted to slap me back. I gave her a look daring her to try it, daughter or not; I was about to wax the floor with her ass.

  She then broke down crying,

  “I’m so sorry baby,” I apologized, holding her tight.

  “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry mommy.”

  “All of it is my fault, and I am woman enough to admit that I was wrong, but I’m getting better and I am going to make things right.”

  “It’s all Vic fault; he did it to you. I shouldn’t have been so mad at you.”

  “Vic’s fault?” I questioned, looking her in the eyes.

  “Yes, Rob told me everything. He told me how Vic intentionally wanted you addicted to drugs so that you could leave us at his disposal.”

  Listening to Honey explain everything that happened, from when Rob sold me the pills, to them working for Vic made my blood boil.

  “It’s ok baby; mommy is here now, and everything is going to be ok.”

  Flagging down the nurse, we informed her that we were going to go get some lunch. As we were seated at the Apple Bees that was located across the street from the hospital, I admired my daughter’s beauty. I was blessed enough to give birth to three of the most beautiful girls. Looking into Honey’s eyes, I could sense the hurt behind them. The sparkle was no longer there.

  “Honey how have you really been?” I asked taking a bite of my potatoes.

  “I’ve been in contact with dad.”

  This was a conversation that I was not ready to have with her. However, I sucked it up and embraced myself for what she was going to ask or say.

  “Ok?”

  “He has been sending me money behind you back for years now.”

  “Is that so?” I was trying so hard to keep my composure.

  “Yes, I’ve actually been staying in his vacation house in Chicago.”

  “Are you happy?”

  “Yes, I have everything I need and I’ve actually enrolled in school-”

  “ARE YOU HAPPY?” I cut her off.

  She looked down at her food and started playing with it. After a few minutes of silence, she finally replied. “I loved him mom; I really did. But he hurt me so badly. He destroyed me and Coco’s relationship, he tore our family apart, he made so much damage to my heart that I have a man that is willing to love me and I am afraid to love him back,” she cried.

  “Oh, baby, one thing about the women in this family is that we are not easily broken. We may bend, but we will never break. Men are a part of growing as a woman. Every woman has to go through a few rotten men. None of us is going to have that fairy tale, happily ever after ending on the first try.”

  “It just hurt so bad.”

  “It’s going to hurt, but the best revenge you could give a broken heart is to allow it to mend. So, if this guy has what it takes to mend your broken heart then let him.”

  We talked for a little bit more before wrapping up our lunch and heading back over to the hospital.

  When we arrived, there was an Angela Bassett lookalike sitting next to Cinnamon’s bed talking to her.

  “Oh, my God! Baby, you’re up!” I yelled, rushing over to her.

  “Hey ma,” she faintly smiled

  “The medication just wore off; she is a little weak,” the stranger said.

  “I’m sorry, where are my manners? I am Denise, Cinnamon’s mom.” I extended my hand outwards to her.

  “I’m Julie, Chad’s grandmother.” She gently took my hand and shook them with her soft hand. I was shocked that she was somebody’s grandmother. She had an amazing body and didn’t look a day over twenty-five.

  “Does he know who shot her?” Honey asked.

  “No, he said it was a guy.”

  “Why isn’t he here?”

  “Well, Chad found the real reason Cinnamon came into his life and he is still hurt behind her actions.”

  I gave Honey a ‘why didn’t you tell me look’. She told me about everything else but this.

  “I’m sorry,” Cinnamon softly spoke.

  “It’s ok, sweetheart, Chad is hurt, but I’m sure he loves you and that baby very much. Just give him time, he’ll come around.”

  It pained my heart to see Cinnamon crying. She wasn’t really that much into boys like her sisters, so she wasn’t used to the heartache.

  “I have a few errands to make, so I’ll be by to check on you later. Chad bought you a four bedroom-four bathroom condo on Ocean Drive, near the school. Everything should be ready for you before you get released,” Julie said, kissing Cinny on the forehead. “Have a nice day ladies.” She said her goodbyes before leaving the room.

  “Ok, do anyone want to tell me what’s going on?” I asked as soon as she left.

  Silence filled the room, just like old times. Right before they would get in trouble I would ask them for an explanation and like the troopers they were, they always stuck together; no one saying a word to snitch on the other.

  “Oh, one of y’all gonna talk, NOW!” I demanded.

  Cinnamon looked over at Honey pleading with her eyes, to get her out of telling me the reason she was laying here pregnant with a torn shoulder caused by bullets.

  “Vic hired Cinnamon to make Chad fall in love with her, so that sh
e could have all access to his money, bank information, and drug operation set-up.”

  “Go on.”

  “Cinnamon ended up falling in love with Chad, refusing to give him any information and oh, my God!”

  “Oh, my God, what?”

  “He’s probably the one who shot her.”

  This was too much information for my brain to process. I took a cup and poured water from the pitcher and took a few gulps. These girls grew up to be more than I imagined.

  “He doesn’t love me anymore,” Cinny began to cry.

  Honey and I both embraced her comforting her. I had my work cut out for me if I wanted to repair this damaged family. It was time for me to pull up my big girl panties and become the mother these girls needed in order for them to go down the correct path. My greatest fear was having them end up like me.

  Chapter 2

  Coco

  I was hurt because I was not sure if my sister was alive or not. I begged Vic not to kill her, but he had to prove a point. We relocated to Texas and was living in a one-bedroom apartment. We were low on cash because Honey’s dumbass decided to drain all of our bank accounts.

  I wished he would have killed her pill popping ass instead. I had no love for that bitch; my heart turned cold towards her and her drugged-out mama. I only loved Cinny, but because Honey got in her head, I wasn’t even able to contact her.

  “You ready to go to work?” Vic asked smacking me on the ass.

  Since money had been low; we would rob a few dudes here and there, I would have sex for money, all the while maintaining a job as a server at a small diner.

  “I’m ready,” I half smiled.

  This was not the life I imagined myself living. I had dreams that Vic, the baby, and I would move into our big house and become a real family. Honey just had to fuck it all up for us. I swear when I saw her, I was going to kill her for ruining our lives.

  I wasn’t with child anymore because of her. When Vic found out what she did to him, he took out all of his frustrations on me causing me to miscarry our baby. I was hurt, and it was my mission to make her cry every tear I shed behind her selfish actions.

  “When are you going to sign the papers?” I asked walking past the kitchen counter looking at the papers Vic’s wife served him. She cleared out all of their joint accounts, her accounts, the kids’ account, sold everything, and then skipped town. Vic received this petition for divorce a month ago, and it had been sitting in the same spot.

  “Mind your damn business and hurry the fuck up!” he snapped, slamming the door behind him.

  Touching up my makeup one more time, I sprayed in between my legs with the Summers Island Breeze vaginal spray, grabbed a few condoms, and was out the door.

  Tonight we were heading over to The Lounge, which was a gentlemen’s club for upscale men. I had a few married men dicks to suck before we set up Dave, a big time judge.

  Once we got to The Lounge, I made my way to the ‘Boom Boom’ room, which was a secret room that the owner had in the back of the club in case one of the gentlemen wanted to fuck one of the girls for a fee, of course. Vic small talked with the owner as I looked at the list to see which rooms I would be servicing for the night.

  I had sex with six men in total and made thirty grand. Making my way to the V.I.P room, I walked over to my prey, Dave.

  “You’re all alone I see,” I sexily purred

  “Yes I am, care to join me?” he asked, patting a seat next to him.

  “Sure, if you’ll make it worth my while.”

  “How so?”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you,” I said, dropping on my knees.

  Unzipping his pants, I pulled out his very small penis. I smiled to myself because I knew this was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby. I took the cherry-flavored condom out of my bra and slid it down on his premature dick.

  I began to run my tongue across the head, then along the side of his shift. I didn’t even put his dick in my mouth yet, and he was already shaking, and busting a nut. Disgusted, I changed the condom, pulled my panties to the side and straddled him.

  Slowly grinding into him, I waited for him to get into the mood, before slipping my hands in each of his pockets to relieve him of his wallet and money clip. A horrible sound escaped his lips as he spilled his seeds inside the condom and passed out. Quickly adjusting my clothes, I went through the rest of his pockets in search for all of his valuables.

  “Did you get it?” Vic asked as soon as I got inside of the car. I handed him the wallet and got the money clip that was safely tucked between my vagina lips. If Vic knew that I had discovered any money, he would take it all not even giving me the cut I deserved for putting in all the work.

  “Good girl.” Vic smiled pulling out the credit cards. Vic was very computer savvy; he was able to clean out your whole bank account by having just you credit card. I would go out and have sex with all these high profile men and then bring Vic back the wallets in return. Since Dave had a network of over one billion dollars, I knew our struggling days were almost over.

  “Can we go get something to eat?” I asked feeling my stomach rumble.

  “You have something to eat type of money?”

  “What about my cut from the money we just made?”

  “You get no cut! Me giving you and your bum ass sister large portions of the money we made is what caused me to be in the predicament that I am in now. I should’ve just turned y’all asses into my hoes and not gave y’all shit.”

  “Well, what am I suppose to eat?” I asked aggravated as hell.

  “Ramen noodles, it don’t take no longer than three minutes to cook.”

  I wanted to say something, but the way his anger had been set up lately, I decided against it.

  When we finally got to the house, there was a girl standing on our doorstep. Vic rushed out of the car without fully parking and ran over to her. My attitude was on ten right now, and I was liable to snap a bitch’s neck at any second.

  “What up baby girl?” Vic greeted her giving her a hug.

  “Who is this?” I asked.

  He shot me a look telling my ass to shut up and get in the house. He watched me as I walked inside of the house and locked the door. Looking out the window, I started to spy on them. He pulled the girl into an embrace and started kissing her on her neck. I wanted to go out there and kick her ass until their conversation caught my attention.

  Chapter 3

  Chasity

  “So I hear you getting pretty close with that nigga again?” Vic asked.

  “Yeah, he’s starting to trust me again.”

  “So, why don’t we just carry out with our original plan, since you’re getting closer to him?”

  “Original plan, when was marrying my sister part of the plan?”

  While I was with Chad, I fell in love with Vic. It was something about him that drew me into him. When Vic came to me with the plan to take Chad for everything he had so that we can move on and be together, I was down for it.

  But somewhere along the line my sister ended up pregnant, and they ended up getting married and having more kids. I was so hurt by that and the death of my family that I turned to drugs for an outlet, and before I knew it, I was a full-blown crack head with no control over my life. Chad tried his best to help me, but it’s was just that, I didn’t want his help.

  When I lost my baby, and Chad decided he was done with me, I hit an all-time low. When Victoria called me to let me know what was happening, I took this as my chance to finally have my happily ever after with Chad. Although my heart belonged to Vic, I still held some love for Chad,

  “I had to marry her that was the noble thing to do was get married.”

  “Yeah, ok, who’s that bitch staying with you?” I asked.

  “Coco, that’s Honey’s little sister. I’m pimping her ass out until she makes every single dime that her sister took from me.”

  “I hear you and my sister are getting a divorce.”

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sp; “That’s what the papers say,” he said wrapping his hand around my ass. “So, what does that mean for us?”

  “I’m not dumb, Vic, you’re just trying to charm me into doing your dirty work for you.”

  “I’m serious; I’m trying to pursue something with you. I love you, Chasity.”

  I melted in his arms like butter and just like that I reverted from team Chad to team Vic.

  “No, bullshit?” I asked.

  “No bullshit, just us two this time around.”

  He grabbed me by the chin and kissed me. I was all into it until my phone began ringing.

  Looking down at my phone, Chad’s name was flashing across the screen. Ignoring it, I put the phone back in my pocket.

  “Why did you ignore the call?” Vic asked.

  “Because I wanted to.”

  “You need to continue to talk to that nigga as if nothing changed. He’s on alert since he found out what Cinnamon was up to; you don’t want to lose his trust so soon.

  “Whatever.” I shrugged. “Well, I’m in town at the Holiday Inn for a week before I go back to Miami.

  “A’ight, let me finish up here and I’ll get up with you later.”

  Walking back to the rental, I got in the car and called Chad back, but his phone was now going to voicemail. Chad was a really good guy with a great heart, but he was too sweet for me. I needed a guy that could tone down my feistiness and rough me up bit.

  That was why I fell out of love with him and fell in love with Vic. Entering the hotel room, I decided to send Chad a message asking him is he ok. Wrapping my hair up, I undressed, and then got in the shower.

  “She’s not dead!” Vic’s voice yelled, scaring the fuck out of me. I know I told him what hotel I was staying in, but I didn’t remember giving him a room number or even a key. Plus, who the fuck was he talking about? I grabbed one of the hotel’s towels and wrapped it around my body before exiting the bathroom.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked.

  “Cinnamon is not dead.” He was holding my phone in his hand.

  “How do you know?”

  “Chad just texted you.” He shoved the phone in my face, and I read the text message.