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  When Bae’s a Boss 2

  By: Lucinda John

  Copyright 2016 by Lucinda John

  Published by Shan Presents

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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

  I want to dedicate this book to God, without him I wouldn’t have the creative mind to write these vivid stories. Thank you!

  To my readers,

  Thank you for always rocking with me, I love you all!

  To my kids,

  You three boys mean the world to me! I hustle hard so your lives can be so much better than mine was growing up. You boys make me super proud to be a mother. Mommy loves you guys!!

  For anyone going through a tough time, read Philippians 4:6-7

  Lucinda’s Reading Catalogue

  Fallin’ For a Boss 1-4

  Finessers 1-3

  Married to a Boss 1-2

  Shawty Fell in Love with a Hustla 1-3

  That East Side Love 1-3

  Fallin’ For a Thug 1-3

  Love Don’t Have to Hurt

  Love in The Trap

  When Bae’s a Boss

  I Just Wanna be Yours

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  Mayhem

  “Ahhhhh, shit!” Diego screamed out as he clutched his shoulder.

  “What the fuck you running up in here, shooting and shit for?” I asked, slipping my gun in the small of my back before rushing over to Tiny.

  “Shit, man.” I frowned, looking down at my hand that was now covered in blood. “Shit, this can’t be happening. Shit, man!” I panicked, taking Tiny in my arms.

  Elias bitch ass started coughing up blood, reminding me that he was in the hotel room with us. Before I could handle the nigga, Diego beat me to it by bursting into the room and letting one off in him. I was so caught off guard that out of reflex, I turned my gun on Diego and shot him, thinking Tiny was hit.

  “We gotta get to the hospital, man.” I sighed heavily.

  “I know, that’s why I came in here. Maleek called me saying Ramsey had an accident. Figured I’d handle this shit so you can tend to your fam,” Diego argued.

  “FUCK!” I snapped, feeling backed into a corner for the first time in my life.

  My unloyal bitch was in my arms bleeding while pregnant with my child, my brother was in the hospital, and this snake ass detective was laying on the floor bleeding. I was only one person, but at the moment, I had three problems to deal with.

  “Handle this, nigga,” I said to Diego before grabbing a blanket off the bed, using it to wrap around Tiny and storming out the room.

  Using the back exit, I ran to my car with her in my arms and quickly threw her in before speeding off.

  “Mayhem, I can’t lose my baby,” Tiny cried, causing me to suck in a deep breath.

  Although I was mad at her, I still wanted our baby.

  “MAYHEM, it hurts!!” She cried out, the moment I illegally parked in front of the emergency entrance.

  Pops, look out for my youngin, I silently prayed as I ran towards the entrance with Tiny in my arms.

  “I need a doctor!” I yelled at the lady at the front desk.

  “Sir, what happened?” she had the nerve to ask.

  “My girl is pregnant and bleeding. I NEED A DOCTOR, NOW!” I yelled, causing her to jump back.

  She grabbed the phone and paged someone and immediately, a nurse rushed over to me with a wheelchair. Before I could utter a word, they were pushing her behind some double doors that I was denied access to.

  “FUCK!” I yelled, punching the hard wooden door, bruising my knuckles.

  “Sir, please have a seat. The nurse will call you when you’re able to join your wife in the room,” the front desk lady said in an attempt to calm me down.

  Waving her off, I dug into my pocket and pulled out my ringing phone. Before I could answer it, my mother hung up, causing the home screen to display the ten missed calls from her, five from Emma, and a few from Maleek. Thinking back to what Diego said about Ramsey, I dialed my mother’s number and waited for her to answer.

  “Oh God, Mayhem, where are you?” she cried, causing my heart rate to speed.

  “West Side Regional,” I replied. “What’s going on with Ramsey?”

  “Oh, my baby,” she cried.

  “Bro, come up to ICU,” Maleek said into the phone.

  “What the fuck is wrong with Ramsey?” I asked again, feeling my blood pressure rise. For the first time since my father died, I could feel tears sliding down my face. I couldn’t lose my brother, my baby brother. Not my brother. My mind began to race. My chest rose and fell as I rode the elevator to ICU, fearing the worse.

  When I stepped off the elevators, I was greeted by the sound of my mother’s cries. Making my way towards them, my heart broke with every step I took as I watched Maleek try his best to console both our mother and Emma.

  “What the fuck happened to Ramsey?” I asked.

  “Somebody hit him while he was riding his bike, then shot him,” Maleek replied.

  “FUCK, MAN! I swear motherfuckers wanna test me today,” I snapped as I kicked the wall.

  I leaned my back against the wall, placing both of my hands on my head in an attempt to calm down. I had a brother laying in ICU, my girl downstairs possibly miscarrying our baby, and a few snakes in my garden that I had to get rid of. My father told me times like this would come when the streets would eventually test your manhood and see if you were boss material. I knew this was all a set up to see if I would fold, but a nigga like me was built strong. I was going to starve the streets, paint the city red, toe tag motherfuckers, just to show who was the head boss nigga in charge.

  “Breathe,” my mother said, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  Although my mother needed me to be strong for her right now, she was built to place her feelings on the back burner just to make sure I was straight first.

  “I’m good, Ma,” I replied, hugging her tight. She needed me; therefore, I had no choice but to put my feelings on the back burner.

  “Family of Ramsey Godfrey,” an older black doctor with salt and pepper hair called out, holding a clipboard in her hand.

  “Yes,” I replied, walking towards her with my distraught mother still in my arms.

  “Hello, my name is Dr. Burns. Mr. Godfrey suffered a slight concussion that sent his body into shock, causing him to lose a lot of blood from his bullet wound. We were able to successfully remove the bullet, although he did give us quite a scare a few times. We gave him a full blood transfusion and we’re just monitoring how his body reacts to the blood now. He is stable now and suspected to make a full recovery.” She smiled, causing us all to breathe out a sigh of relief.

  “Thank you, Jesus!” my mother exclaimed. “Can we go see him now?”

  “Yes, onl
y two at a time. He is heavily sedated, but once it wears off, he will be up and alert. He will be a bit disoriented, but everything will come back to him. Mr. Godfrey is a fighter; he wouldn’t go down without a fight.”

  “That’s my baby,” my mother beamed.

  “You guys go see him. I have to go see about Tiny,” I said, kissing my mother on the cheek.

  “What’s wrong with Tiny?” Emma asked with a concerned look on her face.

  “She was bleeding, so I brought her in to make sure the baby is ok.”

  “Oh God! As soon as I sit with Ramsey for a bit, I’ll be down. Keep me updated, son, and be strong for her,” my mother said, hugging me.

  “I’ll be there too,” Emma added.

  “I will, Ma. Holla at me when you finish up,” I said to Maleek before giving Emma a hug, then walking back towards the elevators.

  When I walked back down to the emergency room area, I flagged down the nurse to get information on Tiny.

  “Since she’s not that far along, she’s in the west wing, room 12. Just go around to the back, to your right,” the front desk nurse said.

  “Thank you,” I replied.

  My heart started to beat loudly in my chest as I made my way to Tiny’s room. Just like I did with my brother, I prepared myself for the worse. I had to mentally prepare myself to be strong for Tiny, and God forbid she lost our baby. I had to coach myself on keeping my feelings at bay since I was still hot with Tiny for meeting with a cop behind my back in a hotel room. Once she recovered, her little ass had a lot of explaining to do.

  When I walked into the room, I spotted Tiny laying on the bed with both of her hands over her head as she cried. The beating of my heart got louder as I walked towards her. She must have heard me walking because she looked over at me with bloodshot red eyes. Her eyes were swollen due to her crying. The sadness that she wore on her face made my heart drop as I feared the worse.

  “Don’t tell me you lost my baby,” I said with my voice cracking.

  “One of them,” she whispered.

  “One of them?” I asked, making sure I heard her correctly.

  “Yes,” she confirmed.

  “The doctor didn’t say you were pregnant with twins.”

  “He probably missed it. Well, that’s what the nurse told me,” she replied.

  Before I could say anything, the doctor came walking in the room.

  “How is it possible?” I asked. “For her to be pregnant with twins and not know?”

  “When the first ultrasound was performed, the tech probably missed Baby B. It’s normal. It’s not until around ten weeks that you can tell for sure that you’re pregnant with multiple babies. It’s more visible on the screen then,” the doctor said.

  “What caused this?” I asked.

  “Tineah has a bacterial infection that inflamed the endometrium, making it hard for Baby B to develop,” the doctor replied.

  “Bacterial infection? You been fucking around on me with that nigga?” I mugged Tiny, prepared to reach over and grab her ass.

  “No, the bacterial infection is not sexually transmitted. It’s very common in healthy men and women,” the doctor said with wide eyes, attempting to calm me down.

  “Is it curable?” I asked.

  “Yes, with antibiotics. We started her on it and will give her a dosage to finish up at home.”

  “Will this affect my baby?” Tiny asked.

  “No, the baby is fine. We ran tests and once you finish up your medicine, you should be good to go. Just to be on the safe side, I want you to follow up with a high-risk doctor in seven days.”

  “High-risk doctor?” I asked.

  “Yes, a doctor that specializes in high-risk patients. Not saying that Tineah is one, but under these circumstances, with the loss of Baby B, I just want to make sure that we’re taking all the necessary precautions to ensure a smooth pregnancy and healthy baby.”

  “Anything else, Doctor?” I asked.

  “Yes, I noticed Tineah’s blood pressure was really high when she came in. It could be due to the shock, but I also want the high-risk doctor to monitor that as well. Until you have your first appointment, I want you on strict bed rest. The only reason you should get out of bed is to shower, eat and use the bathroom.”

  “For the full seven days?” I asked, making sure Tiny was paying attention to the doctor’s orders.

  “Yes, for the full seven days. If the bed rest is no longer necessary, the high-risk doctor will let you know.”

  “You hear that hard headed girl?” I said to Tiny.

  Instead of replying, she just rolled her eyes, pissing me off. I told her numerous times that I hated when she did rude shit like that, but her hard headed ass don’t listen. If she did, then her hoe ass wouldn’t have been in a hotel room with a cop in the first place. The more I thought about that shit, the angrier I got, so to keep from reaching over and strangling her hoe ass, I decided to focus on what mattered to me the most: the well-being of my unborn child.

  “The nurse will be here in a few with the doctor referral, your prescription and your discharge papers. Do you guys have any more questions for me?”

  “No,” we both replied.

  “Great, feel better and have a great day.” The doctor smiled before walking out of the room.

  Emma and my mother came in the room as soon as the doctor left.

  “How are you?” Emma asked, rushing to Tiny’s side.

  “I lost one of the babies,” Tiny cried.

  “Shhhh, it’s going to be ok, baby,” my mother said, rushing over to Tiny’s side.

  Both my mother and Emma held on to Tiny as she cried from suffering the loss of one of our babies. I wanted to grieve the loss of my baby too, but I knew now wasn’t the time. I had to suck it up and be strong for everyone. I had to boss up and make sure everything was back in place. A true boss never folds under pressure. I could still hear my father’s words in my head as I quickly pulled myself together.

  “I’m going to check on my brother. Ma, can you or Emma take Tiny home and sit with her? I have some stuff to handle,” I said, making my way out of the room.

  “Where the fuck you think you’re going?” my mother asked, chasing me down.

  “I have shit to handle.”

  WHAP!

  My mother slapped me.

  “Watch your damn mouth when you’re talking to me. She just loss your damn baby and you talking about you got shit to handle,” she fussed.

  “My brother just got shot. I find the bitch I’m fucking in the hotel room with a fucking cop—the same cop that’s working on a case to have my ass locked right back up. I lose one of my babies. So yes, I have a lot of shit to do, Ma. Please just let me have my breathing room.”

  “I oughta cut your tongue out your mouth.” She sucked her teeth. “I know how you are. Don’t go jumping to conclusions without finding out the facts first.”

  “I hear you,” I replied. “I love you, Ma.” I kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

  No matter how much my mother cursed me out or laid hands on me, I knew better than to disrespect her. My father taught me and my brothers better than that. He would always tell us how much we needed our black woman and that it was our job to protect them.

  “How’s Tiny?” Maleek asked when I walked in the room.

  “She good, loss one of the babies tho’,” I sighed.

  “Damn bruh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “How he doing?” I asked, looking over at Ramsey.

  “He still out of it, but his vitals and shit good.”

  “Man, who the fuck could have done this shit?” I asked, biting my bottom lip.

  “I don’t know, man. We straight with every fucking body; we even good with the Asians, so a nigga clueless as fuck.”

  “FUCK! Hopefully when he wakes up he remembers something. I’m about to fuck some shit up behind this.”

  “I’m with you on that,” Maleek replied, causing me to look at him sideways. Shit had to
really be serious if my brother was ready to do some hot boy shit. Maleek was always rational, but he still had the Godfrey blood running through his veins, so I knew for a fact the city was about to get painted red.

  “I found Tiny in a hotel room with the same police ass nigga that’s working on the case against us,” I vented.

  “Damn. What did you do?” he asked.

  “Before I could get at that nigga or ask questions, Tiny started bleeding. Then, Diego bust in the room and shot the pig, and dropped the news of Ramsey on me so I had to leave.”