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After a long day of shopping, the kids and I finally returned back to the States. I cursed Stacks’ father under breath as it took me hours to unload all the things he bought for the kids. When I was finally done, my body was beyond exhausted.

  I sent out emails to check on my clinics and made a reminder to catch up with Lisa. The house was finally nice and quiet and I was just getting ready to get in bed before Stacks’ office phone rang. I was too tired to move, so I decided to go to bed and retrieve the missed call the following morning.

  Chapter 5

  Bear

  It felt good to be king. I was doing the damn thing in Flint. After we offed that nigga Stacks, I killed Alan and made it looked like he died in the crossfire. He had another thing coming if he thought I was going to let his ass leave Miami alive for the stunt that he pulled.

  Since the day he set me free, I had a few bullets with his name on it. I just needed him to help me take out Stacks first. With Alan now out the way, I was able to take over the city, and his bitch. I was using his workers, to push work, while his wife was on her knees sucking my dick better than Supa Head.

  My fresh out the box pair of royal, purple Tims hit the pavement as I exited the plane. A nigga was definitely looking like Rick Ross, my head was shaved and shined, and my beard was full. I had on a pair of army fatigue pants, a purple polo, and a pair of black Gucci shades on my face.

  I threw my Gucci book bag around my back and walked up the street to the car rental shop. The big diamond chunk that hung around my neck shined in the Miami sun making every bitch I walked past pussy wet. It’d been a minute since I was in Miami and with Stacks dead; I had plans on taking over his shit, as well.

  “Welcome to Hertz, how may I help you,” Snow White asked with a pretty as smile as soon as I walked in.

  “I need the flyest car you have and your phone number.” I pulled my shades off to inspect the white girl that was walking around in a black girl’s body.

  She blushed then wrote her number down on the back of a card for me. I slapped her fat ass as she walked past me in search for my request. A few minutes later, she pulled up in the front driving a 2014 all white Escalade truck. It wasn’t really my style, but I’d fuck with it until I was able to get to my man Biz and cop me some fly shit. I signed the paperwork and she handed me the keys.

  “How long will you be needing the car?” she asked.

  “Not long. As soon as I have your ass tooted up in the backseat fucking your brains out, you can take the car back,” I smirked.

  “Don’t lose my number,” she smiled.

  “Trust me I won’t.” I looked her up and down one more time before getting in the car and driving off.

  I knew I was going to have to lay low for a little bit until I got rid of Ralph’s ass. I still couldn’t believe how much Stacks’ bitch ass put that nigga on. Good thing his ass was now taking a permanent dirt nap. I made a memo to locate his gravesite just so I could piss all over his bitch ass.

  I pulled up to the Hilton Beach resort and checked in the presidential suite. Sitting on the balcony, I rolled me a few blunts of the loud and poured me a cup of Remy. Pulling out my iPhone, I called up my lil nigga Tazz.

  “What’s good fam?” he answered.

  “Nothing just coolin’.”

  “You in the city?”

  “Yea boy, where you at?”

  “I had to check my peoples in Georgia, but I should be on that side in a few days.”

  “Cool. Check me out. Swing by Flint and make sure my shit straight before you come on this end.”

  “Iight.’”

  Tazz was a lil nigga from Alan’s camp that had heart and was loyal. This nigga was down for any and everything. I had to make that nigga my right hand after the way he set the ambulance that was trying to rescue Stacks on fire.

  Although he had proven himself to me, I always stayed a step ahead of him. I had trust issues with everyone including myself. Stacks trusted me and I was the reason he was dead. So for me to put my trust in a nigga or a bitch was a no-no.

  The effects of the weed were making my dick hard, so I pulled out my phone and watched a few porn videos. The way them white chicks was swallowing the dick made me think of lil mama I met today. I decided to call up the snow bunny and see if she was fucking or not.

  Chapter 6

  Stacks

  Something about the situation I was in didn’t seem right. Somebody was playing a sick joke with me and I wasn’t with this shit. Swabbing the twins’ mouth, I put it in an envelope and gave it to the mailman as soon as he came. I grabbed the mail and looked at the names, nothing was addressed to Lala, which made the situation even crazier.

  I wasn’t a dumb nigga. I knew this wasn’t Lala and the twins weren’t mine. I still wanted to have them tested because something I would never do was turn my back on my kids no matter what.

  I sat at the table a rolled me a blunt. I waited until the kids fell asleep and started to ease my mind. With every toke I took, shit began to become clear to me. I knew the sick bitch behind this shit was Amanda. For one, her pussy wasn’t on Lala’s level.

  Lala’s pussy was a perfect fit to my dick. Amanda had good pussy, but the fit wasn’t there. Another thing was the way she rolled my blunt. Lala never rolled me just one uneven ass blunt, she always made sure I had multiple blunts rolled. I didn’t know why Amanda thought that she was going to be able to pull this shit off, but I had a bullet with her name on it.

  Lala had all of her numbers changed, the only number that stayed the same was my office number and I was having a hard time trying to reach her. I was tired of calling, so I decided to call Ralph instead.

  “Who dis?!” he answered.

  “Nigga it ain’t no bitch,” I replied.

  The phone line went silent.

  “Stacks?”

  “The one and only.”

  “Nigga I-”

  “You thought what? I was dead? Nah, real niggas don’t die, we kick it with Jesus for a few months then come back home,” I joked.

  “Where you at?”

  “In Atlanta, Georgia or some shit.” I could hear Amanda’s car in the driveway, so I decided to cut the call short, I didn’t want her to know I was onto her ass. “Yo’ but check it, stay by this phone and in a few days I’mma call you to come get me. Don’t tell Lala though.”

  “I got you fam. Be easy.”

  “One,” I said hanging up and stuffing the phone in my pocket before she could open the door.

  I watched her as she walked towards me; this girl was really fucked up in the head. She transformed herself completely just so that she could look like Lala. To any other fool this would have worked, but I was too in tune with Lala to not know Amanda was a fake. I wanted to jump on her ass and beat her to death, but that wasn’t my style. As soon as I got to the bottom of this shit, I was bodying her ass and whoever helped her.

  “Hey baby,” she said walking towards me.

  “Sup,” I said and looked in her the face. “So, when you think shit will blow over enough for me to go back to the city? It’s been a month!”

  “Your dad wants us to give it some time.”

  “You spoke with my pops?”

  “Yes,” she lied with a straight face.

  “When was this?”

  “Just a few minutes ago.”

  “Why you ain’t let me talk to him?”

  “We barely spoke as if you was alive, whoever after us is still lurking. Trust me baby, I got it all under control.” She smiled and kissed me on the lips. My dick didn’t even jump like the way it did when I kissed Lala.

  The twins started to cry and I watched how she rolled her eyes on the low before getting up to attend to their needs. While she was gone, I grabbed her phone and started to look through it. Her messages were empty, but there were a lot of calls in her log from a person name Tazz.

  I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote down the number. I looked for any more clues, but came up empty. Putting the number in my pocket, I
smoked another joint and thought of Lala. The real one.

  I wondered if her and the kids were ok. I knew they were straight financially because of my father and Ralph, plus I left her and the kids everything I had, which was a little over 1.1 billion dollars.

  She came back holding a twin in each hand. I grabbed one of the babies out of her hand and held her. She was a cute little girl, but I did not feel the connection I felt when I held my daughter the day of the accident.

  “When are their birthdays?” I asked.

  “February 3rd,” she hesitantly replied.

  “I definitely knew she was way off, the babies were born the night of Lala baby’s shower, which was March 20th.

  “Cool,” I replied handing her the baby and going to go sit out on the porch. I knew for sure that this bitch wasn’t my wife and those kids wasn’t mine and as soon as the DNA results came, I was going to beat her ass silly with them before ending her miserable life once and for all.

  Chapter 7

  Ralph

  Hearing my dawg’s voice fucked me up in the head. To say a nigga was surprised was an understatement. I ain’t know how Lala was going to take this news, but that shit she had going on with that new nigga she’d been seeing would have to cease before Stacks got home.

  It was something about that Joey nigga that rubbed me the wrong way. They day she invited us to dinner so that we could meet I was getting nothing but bad vibes from him. I was a very observant nigga, so I was going to watch his ass close.

  I watched Kandi pack her bags and I was kind of happy that she was leaving. Her semester of school was about to start in a few days, so she had to head back to New York. I’d been kicking it with her lightly since Lisa and I called quits.

  My head was still gone off Lisa, but my pride wouldn’t allow me to fuck with her like that. I lost count of all the times I had to go upside a nigga head for talking sideways about her being a stripper.

  As I watched Kandi move across the room, I couldn’t help but compare her to Lisa. She was so soft spoken, whereas Lisa was a firecracker. Lisa was the type of bitch every boss nigga needed. She knew how to be a lady in the streets, a freak in the sheets, and a boss bitch when I needed one.

  I had no doubt in my mind that Lisa was built for a nigga like me. Kandi was just too fragile. Dealing with her was like dealing with a child and I was too grown to be trying to fuck with a bitch who wasn’t on my level. I knew our days of kicking it were close to being over. I just hoped like hell she wasn’t one of those crazy bitches who couldn’t handle rejection.

  “Are you going to come visit me?” she asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “We’ll see.”

  “Why?” she asked poking her lips out. This is the shit I couldn’t stand. She ain’t know how to put on her big girl panties and give me space.

  “I have to work.”

  “Oh, that’s what you call it.”

  “Yes, that’s what the fuck I call it. It pays the bills, right? It buys you all this name brand shit, pays for your expensive ass fashion school, and keep your ass in all the flyest rides! Don’t question shit I do when you benefiting from it!” I yelled before walking out the house.

  I jumped in my car and drove around. Usher’s new song started playing on the radio, the beat was fye, so I decided to funk to it for a little bit. I was listening to the words of the song and it made a lot on sense.

  Pulling up in front of Lisa’s house, I grabbed the pre rolled blunt and sparked it up. I knew she was home by all the movement that was going on in the house. I saw two figures through the blinds. They looked too close for it to be Lala plus her car wasn’t anywhere in sight. Rage instantly filled my veins when I thought of the possibility of her being with another nigga.

  I finished my blunt and got out the car. I tried to use my key, but she had the locks changed. Bawling up my fist, I banged on the door as if I was an officer of Miami Dade.

  “Who the fuck is-” Lisa said opening the door but froze once she realized it was me. “What do you want, Ralph?”

  “I need to wait on a tow truck, my car acting funny,” I lied.

  “What’s wrong with your car?”

  “It won’t start. You gon’ let me in or not?” I said licking my lips and admiring the way her ass was sitting nice in her jeans.

  “I have company.”

  “What that gotta do with me?”

  “Behave,” she said and opened the door wide enough for me to enter.

  I walked in the house and saw this square ass nigga standing in the hallway.

  “I’mma be upstairs,” I said and sized up the nigga as I walked to her room. I kicked off my shoes and got in her bed making myself comfortable. My phone was ringing off the hook; I looked and saw Kandi’s name flashing across the screen, so I turned off my personal phone and left my business phone on just in case Lala needed me. Grabbing the remote, I put it on re-runs of the The Wayne’s Brothers.

  “You ain’t shit!” Lisa said hitting me in the head with a pillow.

  “What you mean? I’m chillin’ and watching TV.”

  “You know what the fuck I mean!”

  “Yeah whatever, where ol’boy at?”

  “He left!”

  “Damn he a square for real. A real Boss nigga would have came up here and told me to clear it. Stop fucking with these lames ma.”

  “How long the tow truck gon be?”

  “I don’t know I never called one.”

  “You make me sick,” she said and walked towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the shower turn on. The smell of watermelons seeped through the cracks of the door as she handled her hygiene.

  I got up and went in the kitchen in search of something to eat. Grabbing some sub rolls, I made both of us some roast beef subs. Plating the food, I put it on a tray with a big bag of Lays, two grape Fantas, and a few blunts I had rolled.

  As I was walking in the room, Lisa was walking out the bathroom. I bumped into her by mistake and caused her towel to fall. My eyes roamed all over her body before she could snatch the towel off the ground and cover up.

  “What you hiding your body for?”

  “This ain’t for your eyes to see.”

  I sat the food on the bed and grabbed a sub. “Come sit and eat,” I said before taking a big bite of the sub while stuffing some chips in my mouth. I watch her lotion up her body and slip a longer summer dress over her head before joining me. Picking up her sub, we ate in silence.

  “What you doing here?” she asked in between bites.

  “I came to see you.”

  “Why, ain’t yo bitch at home?”

  “I ain’t got a bitch, but if you’re referring to Kandi, I fuck with her but ain’t no titles on what we doing.”

  “What are y’all doing?”

  “We just fucking around, nothing more nothing less.”

  “I guess.”

  “You know you still feeling the kid,” I said downing the soda before I fired up the blunt.

  “Naw, kid you still feeling me.”

  “You right.”

  When we were done eating, Lisa got up to bring the plates in the kitchen. I shook off the sheets making sure to get rid of any crumbs before laying back down.

  “Come lay on daddy’s chest.” I motioned for her to come over to me. “Did you fuck him?” I asked and lifted her so that she was laying on top of me.

  “How, when you came in here cock blocking and shit.”

  “So, why did you jump in the shower?”

  “I didn’t know I needed permission to wash my ass.”

  “Why your mouth so smart?”

  “Cuz’ I’m a smart bitch.”

  We laid in bed in silence. The sound of her heartbeat matched mine to the T. One day, I was going to make this chick my wife, she was going to have my children, and we was gon’ grow old together. I kissed her on the forehead before closing my eyes and falling asleep.

  Chapter 8

  Lala

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Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Hold it, hold it. You’re almost there. Nine. Ten. Shake it off,” Joey said as he coached me. We were at the build in gym that he had at his house and he was working me out like he did three times a week. My body was so sore and I was ready to throw in the towel.

  “Here drink this,” he said and tossed me a bottle of water. I drowned the whole thing in one huge gulp.

  “Damn that was an intense workout,” I said trying to catch my breath.

  “Yeah, it was crazy, I’m happy you ain’t give up, I like that,” he smiled before he threw me a towel.

  “I never give up,” I replied as I eyed his deep, chocolate muscles. The way his sweat was dripping causing them to glisten had me feeling some type of way. I took another gulp of water trying to cool my kitty down.

  “You see something you like?”

  “Possibly.”

  “As a child, my mother always told me to go for what I wanted to avoid regrets.”

  “Wise woman.”

  “That she is,” he said eyeing my body in my spandex workout suit. “You’re more than welcome to go shower in here. I’ll go start on lunch.”

  “Ok.” I grabbed my pink and black Nike bag and entered the bathroom.

  Shedding my body of the sweaty workout clothes, I stepped on the cold tile shower floor. I made sure the water was steamy hot before I adjusted the showerhead so that the water would be falling all over me. I stood in the water and allowed the heat from the water to caress my aching muscles before grabbing my ginger tea shampoo and washing my hair.

  My inches were the real deal, I bought them in the best hair boutique in Columbia, so I didn’t have to worry about it falling apart.

  When I finished my hair, I applied my face cream and proceeded to lathering my body with the Coast body wash. Satisfied with how clean my skin was, I allowed the water to rinse my body clean. Wrapping the large, black cherry cloth towel around my body, I started to blow dry the five thousand dollar extensions I had in my hair.

  Pulling my hair in a ponytail, I grabbed the coco butter body oil and rubbed it all over my legs stopping at the tattoo I got three months ago. It was a tattoo with a large heart holding a stack of money that read, Forever lady Stacks. I was preoccupied with rubbing my tattoo that I didn’t hear the tap on the door.