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  I had to cook the beef between my moms and Honey. I couldn’t have the two women in my life going to war with one another. I planned to have them both in my life for a very long time, so they had to come to terms with one another; even if it meant them just being able to be cordial.

  “Why your yellow heifer ain’t come in and tell me hi?” my mother smacked her lips when I walked in the house.

  “Because of that mouth, mama. Stop holding a grudge against that girl. I’m alive and that’s all that matters.”

  “Mmm, I still don’t like her,” she sucked her teeth. “You hungry?”

  “Yes ma, fix me a to-go plate,” I said walking to the attic. After emptying the money out of my duffle bag and putting it all in my mother’s safe, I prepared to leave.

  “All my boys letting women steal their hearts,” she vented, handing me two wrapped up plates of food.

  “Why you don’t give Lisa a hard time?” I asked.

  “I just got you back in my life. I wasn’t there to watch you grow up like I did Ralph and I was enjoying making up for lost time. Now this girl comes in and takes you away from me. You even moved out,” she pouted.

  “C’mon ma, I gotta grow up and you have to accept that. Your love for me should be enough for you to accept Honey, because I love her too.”

  “Mmm… well bring her by when y’all come back from the trip and tell her to leave the attitude at home. I would hate to smack it out of her.”

  “Ma, chill.”

  “Mmm hmm, I’m chilling, and make sure y’all bring that handsome baby by to see me, too, with his chubby self.”

  “I might make you a grandma soon,” I smiled.

  “Ohhh lawd, my baby having a baby, I can’t deal.”

  “See you later man, I love you.”

  “I love you too baby.”

  When we got home there was an RV parked in front of our house waiting for us.

  “Hurry up so we can get on the road!” Stacks said sticking his head out of the window.

  We were all going on a road trip to Orlando because the women wanted to go to Wet ‘n Wild.

  “Y’all nasty asses better not be in there tryna get in a quickie either,” Lala yelled out causing everyone to laugh.

  After loading all of our bags, majority of them being Honey’s, we boarded Stacks one point three million dollar luxurious RV. It was equipped with a mini workout section, kitchen, a living room, dining room, indoor pool, and three spacious bedrooms. This nigga was banking for real, I thought taking a seat next to my brother and grabbing the blunt from him.

  “How you feeling?” he asked.

  “I’m straight.”

  “I see you getting big nigga.”

  “You see all that ass Honey got? I have to be able to pick her thick ass up,” I laughed.

  “I hear you.”

  We sat around and smoked a few blunts until my dick got hard. Grabbing Honey I took her into one of the rooms and we broke it in. We fucked each other’s brains out until Cinnamon came knocking on the door letting us know we’ve reached our destination.

  CHAPTER 21

  RALPH

  “Daddy, can we go get our nails painted?” Riley asked as we left the house to meet up with Ginger.

  “You can get your nails done, but not I,” I replied.

  “Ok, I want pink polish with silver glitter polish, ohhh, and some rhinestones,” she ranted as we headed in the direction of Ginger’s house.

  Today Riley and I was having a father, daughter day, but I wanted to swing by and talk to Ginger first. She sounded stressed that she had something important to talk to me about, making it sound urgent. When I pulled up to Ginger’s apartment, something felt off.

  “Riley, I’m going to run and talk to Ginger for a sec, are you ok to sit in the car?” Something was telling me not to bring Riley in the house with me.

  “I want to see Ms. Ginger too,” she pouted.

  “How about I ask her to come with us to get your nails done?”

  “Ok daddy,” she smiled, pulling out her iPad.

  As I walked to Ginger’s door, I made sure I had my gun with me. I went to knock on the door, but the door slowly opened. Pulling out my gun, I walked inside and was hit with a foul odor. Scrunching up my nose, I walked further in the house to investigate.

  “Oh shit!” I yelled out, as I spotted Ginger’s remains scattered all over the room.

  ‘GOT EM HAHA’ was written on the walls in her blood. I started feeling like shit. If I had gotten here sooner, then Ginger probably wouldn’t be dead. Something fishy was going on here and I had to get to the bottom of this shit. I sent the clean-up crew Ginger’s address and contacted my private investigator.

  “Daddy, where is Ms. Ginger?” Riley asked once I returned back to the car.

  “She had an emergency that she had to take care of,” I lied.

  There was no way I was going to break my daughter’s heart with a death of another loved one. She just stopped crying in the middle of the night from the death of her mother. That was enough trauma to her little heart.

  “Are you ok daddy?” Riley asked.

  “Yes baby, I’m fine,” I replied pulling into a parking spot in front of Honey’s shop.

  Honey’s shop was busy as usual. I had to admit she was doing the damn thing. My baby brother lucked up and bagged him a bad bitch that had it all together. I was happy that he slipped and fell in love, because the fast life he was living, having a different hoe in his bed every day, was starting to scare me.

  “Hey auntie Honey,” Riley greeted Honey with a hug.

  “Hey baby, where is mommy?”

  “Mommy is at work. Today is father, daughter day.”

  “Is it really?”

  “Yes, and daddy brought me here to get my nails done.”

  “Ok, go take a seat at station ten and Leena will take care of you.”

  “Ok,” Riley smiled.

  “She is too cute,” Honey said, still looking at Riley who was now pointing at the colors she wanted.

  “Thank you. My brother here?” I asked noticing his car parked in the parking lot.

  “Yes, he’s in my office.”

  “Is he dressed?” I laughed.

  Honey and Cole were like rabbits. They went at it like fucking was about to go out of style.

  “Shut up,” Honey laughed throwing a towel at me.

  Walking down the corridor to Honey’s office, I was stopped when I heard Cole arguing on the phone with somebody. Opening the door, I cleared my throat and made my presence known.

  “Pops, I’ll holla at you later,” he said before ending the call.

  “What’s goody my boy?” I dapped him up.

  “Nothing my boy. You here with Lisa?”

  “Nah, with Riley, she wanted her nails done.”

  “Damn, already? Baby girl is growing up too fast.”

  “I know, but I got them choppas on deck, so I ain’t worried.”

  “I hear ya. Uncle Cole don’t play so them niggas really gonna catch heat.”

  “For real. What was that phone call about?” I asked referring to him arguing with our bitch ass father.

  “Man, that’s pop in my ear talking shit about me getting shot ain’t shit. He tryna convince me to move back to Flint.”

  “Pussy ass nigga,” I vented. “On the real, I have to rap with you about something.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Ginger is dead.”

  “Nah, what happened?”

  “I found her chopped up. The fucked up part about it somebody smeared ‘GOT EM’ on the wall with her blood. I think somebody was after her and Laurie.”

  “Damn.”

  “I got a private investigator working on it. I’m tryna handle it before they try and come for Riley. Whatever they were in to came back full force and cost them their life.”

  “Let me know what’s up and I’m down.”


  “Fo sho. Let me get out of here. I’m supposed to go pick up Raphael you know how that goes.” I said rolling my eyes.

  “Baby mama drama, that’s that shit I don’t got,” he joked.

  “Not yet.”

  “Nah, not never. If Honey pops one out for me, best believe I’m making her my wife.”

  “And that’s real, stay up, I’m out.”

  “One.”

  The rest of the day, Riley and I hung out. I took her shopping, we ate dinner, and grabbed ice cream on the beach. It was starting to get late so I decided to go pick up Raphael before Kandi started blowing me up. When I arrived to Kandi’s house, there were two officers at her door. My heart started to pound out of my chest fearing that something was wrong with my son.

  “Is my son ok?” I asked Kandi ignoring the pigs that stood at her door.

  “Yes. My cousin is missing. I haven’t seen her in a month. I went by her house and she wasn’t there. This shit is not adding up tho. She is new to Miami, and she has no other family but me!” Kandi cried.

  “Ok, is my son ready?”

  “Ralph, why you gotta be so fucking insensitive?”

  “That’s your kinfolk, not mine,” I said walking past her.

  I went up to my son’s room and got him ready. Grabbing his car seat, I was almost out the door until Kandi blocked me.

  “I’m so fucking sick of you!”

  “Take two Advils,” I smirked.

  Kandi thought she was slick. She was trying to get me to cut up in front of these pigs. She had another thing coming if she thought I was about to sit here and entertain her ass.

  “Move man,” I demanded, biting the insides of my jaw.

  “You ain’t going nowhere with my fucking son. Put him back!” she spat.

  Clenching my jaw, I shot her that don’t fuck with me look. Gently shoving her, I walked past her and went to my car. Kandi was screaming how I wasn’t shit and how my dick wasn’t shit. I wanted say a word or two to her ass, but I had my daughter with me. Chucking up the deuces, I left her looking like booboo the fool, dumb ass bitch!

  CHAPTER 22

  STACKS

  “Everything is ready. You can move is whenever you like,” Cinnamon said.

  “Thank you ma, good looking out.”

  “Did you tell her yet?”

  “Nah, I’m about to surprise her now.”

  “Hurry up before Lisa tells her,” Cinnamon chuckled.

  She had a point because Lisa’s ass couldn’t hold juice, water, soda or milk.

  “I’m on it, talk to you later.”

  “Ok, bye.”

  I finally decided to close on a five-bedroom, five and a half bathroom three-story mansion in Miami. There was no reason for us to be leaving in Colombia, because every motherfucker that was after me mysteriously disappeared. The boss of all bosses was back, and I was ready to touchdown to cause hell.

  “Family meeting,” I announced, picking up Amiracle and walking to the family room.

  I waited until everyone was seated before I spoke up.

  “As you all know, we moved to Colombia because I was facing the death penalty for killing a cop. It took me a while, but I was able to take care of all of the witnesses and have all evidence disappear. It cost me a few millions of dollars but my freedom was well worth it. I’ve decided to purchase a house in Miami…”

  “Yasssssssssssssssss!!! OMG, thank you baby.” Lala jumped into my arms before I could finish up the speech that I took my time preparing.

  “I’m not finished yet.”

  “Who cares, we’re moving back to Miami!!!!! Ooooh, let me go call Lisa,” she said skipping out of the room.

  “Yo, chill out so you won’t hurt my baby,” I yelled after her.

  “That child is a mess,” Anna laughed.

  “I know.”

  “Anna?”

  “Yes baby.”

  “Thank you.”

  “For what baby?”

  “For being the one to help us hold down this family. With my mother being dead and Lala’s mother being MIA, you are the only grandmother my children know and I am grateful for you.”

  “Anytime baby.”

  “Anna?”

  “Yes Anthony Jones,” she said calling me by my government.

  “Can you bake me a seven up cake,” I smiled.

  “Only because you’re cute,” she smiled, walking into the kitchen to prepare my cake.

  * * *

  The transition from Colombia to Miami was a smooth one. I still kept my house in Colombia for vacation and business purposes. I was still partners with my father in some business ventures that we had in Colombia, so every so often I would have to fly back and forth.

  Lala still ran her rescue centers; she was now just working from home. She wanted to reopen the women clinics that she previously had in Miami before we moved, but I wasn’t going for it. I secretly didn’t want my wife to work. However, Lala was too independent to sit at home on her ass. Part of me loved that shit about her, but I kind of wanted a stay-at-home wife.

  “Lala, you gonna make us late!” I yelled out at my wife, who was still rummaging through her walk-in closet for something to wear.

  It was a shame that a woman with two spacious walk-in closets, filled with top of the line threads, could find nothing to wear. It tickled me to watch her frantically toss things out of her closet because it wasn’t the ‘perfect outfit’. As for me, I was simply dressed in a tan Tom Ford suit with a white dress shirt underneath. On my feet was a pair of tan Tom Ford loafers with gold buckles that matched my gold chain, and a Rolex. My hair was neatly trimmed, and the golf balls I wore in my ear shined enough for a blind man to see.

  I was dressed like a boss, smelling like one, and I had the money of one. When I walked through the door, people immediately knew I held power so they would just stop and stare. I was on my Obama shit, feeling like the president.

  “Ok, I’m ready.” Lala finally emerged from out of the bathroom.

  She was dressed in a white Max Mara dress. Matching my fly, she wore tan pumps, a tan blazer and held a tan clutch in her hand. She kept her jewelry simple with only wearing a pair of pears in her ears. It didn’t matter though because that big ass rock she had on her finger was all the jewelry she needed.

  “Should I change my hair?” she asked fingering her big loose curls.

  “No baby, you’re perfect,” I assured her.

  Hand in hand we walked to my Bentley Coupe and headed to a business dinner seminar. These seminars were held every so often, so that the real boss niggas that was bringing in mad dough could meet up with other niggas of their caliber. At the seminar, you sat, ate dinner and listened to different investment opportunities. Some of these seminars were beneficial, so I made my business to attend every single one.

  By then end of the night, my stomach was full off the 16 oz. top sirloin that was served and my pockets got, ten times fatter because of the business opportunities that I invested in. The definition of a boss, is one who guaranteed their family was going to eat, and every day I woke up, I made it my business to make sure they ain’t want for nothing.

  CHAPTER 23

  ROB

  Life in Detroit for a nigga like me was good. I was able to flip them birds I stole and hook up with a new connect. My cousin, Debo and I had the streets on lock and the money was rolling in. Although I wasn’t seeing as much as I was when I was working with Stacks, it was still enough for my family and I to live comfortably. Life for me was great except I was missing my son like crazy.

  Every single day I woke up, I thought about him. I wonder how he looked, was he ok, did Honey have the next nigga around him playing daddy. I thought about him so much that it was killing me. Rob Jr. was my lil man and I was supposed to be there, show him how to be a man. Instead, I was on the run because his mama wanted to be a thought.

  I didn’t hate Honey, I just felt betrayed by her. The mor
e I went without her, the colder my heart became towards women. The only reason I had Trisha along with me is because she was the mother of my kids, and I didn’t want anyone using them to get to me. Trisha knew what the deal was, that’s why she stopped asking me of my whereabouts when I didn’t come home.

  Today was my chill day so I decided to do the family thing. Not that I wanted to, but because Trisha was always nagging me about spending time with the girls. Why she had to tag along was beyond me, but I chose not to fight it.

  I was seated at one of the tables at the food court, when a guy took a seat next to me. I almost shitted on myself because the guy looked like an older version of Cole. All I could think was I was caught and his goons already snatched up Trisha, who went to the the bathroom ten minutes ago to change the kids’ diapers.

  “You look like you saw a ghost,” he laughed, rolling a toothpick around in his mouth.

  My throat was so dry that I couldn’t even respond.

  “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is DC, I’m Cole’s father,” he said confirming my suspicions. “I come in peace, you can talk now.”

  “What do you want?” I finally spoke up.

  “You owe me a favor.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Well, you almost took the life of my son away. He lived, but you still have to pay your debt for touching what’s mine.”

  “How much?” I asked causing him to laugh.

  “Ever since my son told me you were the one responsible for shooting him, I’ve been watching you. That petty change you’re making is nothing compared to what I am going to be making once you do what I ask you to.”

  “And what is that?”

  “I need you to get rid of Stacks and Ralph.”

  “How am I going to do that? I am a wanted man in Miami, plus Stacks is located in Colombia.”

  “Figure it out, and to ensure that you do, I borrowed your bitch and your kids. I would hate to have to kill your bitch and sell your kids because you couldn’t come through for me,” he laughed. “Don’t think of it as you’re doing me a favor. This is more like something you have to do to save your family,” he said getting up. “I’ll be in touch.”