Thug Paradise 2
THUG PARADISE 2: RISE OF BOSS LADY, INC
Mz. Lady P
Copyright 2015 by Mz. Lady P
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.
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Dedication
I would like to dedicate this book to my children Larry and Latrell. I sit in my room on my computer for countless hours. Sometimes I feel as though I neglect them but because they know that their mother works hard for them, they never complain. I appreciate them for being understanding and allowing me to get my books finished and in on time. They're the best sons that a mother could ask for. I love them more than life itself. I grind so hard so that they can live a better life. For them I will shoot for the moon and the stars because they deserve it.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1- Tahari
I'll Hold You Down
Chapter 2- Gucci
No Matter What
Chapter 3- Tahari
Don't Fuck with Boss Lady
Chapter 4- Thug
Goodfellas
Chapter 5- Tahari
It is what it Is
Chapter 6- King
Hold on I'm Coming Home
Chapter 7- Dutch
Blast from the Past
Chapter 8- Dior
Family Matters
Chapter 9- Keesha
Free Yourself
Chapter 10- Quaadir
Method to My Madness
Chapter 11- Tahari
Putting in Werk
Chapter 12- Thug
Respect the Thug in Me
Chapter 13- Momma Peaches
Ladies' Night
Chapter 14- Chanel
Finding Me
Chapter 15- Keesha
Don't Fuck with Me
Chapter 16- King
Mr. and Mrs. Carter
Chapter 17- Thug
Plotting and Strategizing
Chapter 18- Tahari
Let a Bitch Try Me
Chapter 19- Barbie
Regrets of the Heart
Chapter 20- Malik
Can't Trust these Bitches
Chapter 21- Thug
Major Moves
Chapter 22- Momma Peaches
Dinner from Hell 2
Chapter 23- Dutch
Body Parts
Chapter 24- Dior
My Husband's Keeper
Chapter 25- Barbie
I Hate that I Love You
Chapter 26- Tahari
Boss Lady Official
Chapter 27- Thug
I Need You Now
Epilogue
Chapter 1- Tahari
I'll Hold You Down
“Marta! Marta! Where are you?” I said, as I walked inside of the house screaming at the top of my lungs. I was looking like a mad woman. My babies were looking at me like I was crazy. They had cried their eyes out as they watched their father, friend, and hero being led away in handcuffs. Once we got into our custom-made family Caravan, I shut all that shit down. I told all seven of them to wipe their tears and that I didn’t want to see them again. Of course, Ka’Jaiyah’s little spoiled ass cried herself to sleep. We all know she don’t play about her daddy.
I wasn’t trying to be harsh with them. They are young, so I know they don’t understand. But I must prepare them for their future. They didn’t ask to be born to a father that is a mob boss, but it is what it is. As long as I have breath in my body, they would grow up and be heartless and kill anything that was detrimental to their father’s empire. We might not want to face it, but they are next in line to run this shit. They need to be groomed to perfection.
“What’s wrong, Mrs. Kenneth?” Marta said, out of breath as she entered my bedroom. I gestured for her to help me out of my gown.
“Mr. Kenneth is on a vacation and I don’t know when he’ll be home. I need you to take the kids to our vacation home in Miami. All of the other nannies and kids will be joining you. I will also send the tutors out to homeschool the kids Monday through Friday. I already booked a flight for tomorrow morning. You can start getting things prepared now. I have faith in you, Marta. I need you now more than ever.”
“Of course, Mrs. Kenneth. I have everything under control. Handle your business and please try not to kill anyone.”
“I’ll try not to Marta but I can’t make any promises.” Recently Marta told me that she was no fool and that my sweet innocent face did not fool her.
“Ay dios Mio! Vas a darme un ataque al corazón,” Marta said as she walked away. I loved it when she started talking in Spanish. This lady just told me I was going to give her a heart attack. I loved Marta. She really cared for us as if we were her own.
I closed my bedroom door and sat on my side of the bed. I looked over at Thug’s side of the bed and wondered when I’d be able to feel his strong, tatted arms wrapped around my body. I started shedding tears like a motherfucker. I could cry when I was alone but never in front of others. I couldn’t let these bitches or these niggas think I’m weak. As we speak, motherfuckers are plotting on ways to take my husband’s spot. I don’t fucking think so. We’ve sacrificed too much to let anyone slide in and think shit is sweet.
While my husband is locked up, I don’t want him stressing about money, territory, or his family. I’m Mrs. Ka’Jaire “Thug” Kenneth and I wear the title proudly. It ain’t a bitch that could rock my crown, sit on my throne, or walk in my Red Bottoms. Boss Lady got this shit covered. I’m prepared for the tears and the bloodshed. I will protect my husband’s empire at all costs. I hope Gucci, Dior, Chanel, Barbie, Keesha, Khia and Ta’Jay are ready to officially take over for their husbands’ territory. The streets of the Chi thought Thug Inc. was nothing to be fucked with. But they ain’t ready for the rise of Boss Lady Inc.
For the rest of the day, I chilled with my babies. I was going to miss them something terrible. Once they all drifted off to sleep, I laid in the dark in deep thought. Here I was pregnant again and my husband was in jail. There was no way I was going to be able to run things if I was big as a house. I know that I told the kids and Ka’Jaire that I would keep the baby, but there was no way possible I could keep it. Right now I had to do the right thing and get an abortion. My husband’s empire was my main concern right now. I was making an appointment with Planned Parenthood first thing in the morning.
Chapter 2- Gucci
No Matter What
As bad as I wanted to crawl up in a ball and die, I knew that I couldn’t. King needed me now more than ever. I couldn’t just turn all weak on him when he needed me the most. Plus, the shit that we had been through the last couple of months had made me stronger. So, I was ready for whatever. The hardest thing would be sending Imani and KJ away. It was bad enough King was gone. How would I be able to function without the kids in our big-ass home? At least I had my sisters and the rest of the girls. I think that we would all need each other to get through this.
“Is Daddy coming home today, Mommy?” Imani asked as she came and sat on my lap. I had to hold back tears because I had no idea if he was ever coming home. I had to put on a brave face in front of the kids.
“Not tonight, baby, but he will be home soon.
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“It’s okay, G and Imani. I’m gonna hold down everything while Pops is away.” KJ kissed me and his sister on the cheek. He was the smartest and sweetest little boy. Despite him being the son of another woman, I had fell in love with his cute self.
“Awww! That’s what up KJ. I want you to do me a favor. While you’re in Miami, look out for your sister, okay?”
“I got you, Ma. Don’t trip. Come on, Imani. Let me help you pack.”
I couldn’t help but smile he was a charmer just like his daddy. I looked down at my wedding ring and twirled it around my finger. For better or for worse are the words that echoed in my mind. I took my vows seriously, so I knew that I was about to do what I had to do for my nigga. No matter what.
The next day I met up with the rest of the girls at Midway Airport. We said our goodbyes to our children and we all headed over to Tahari’s house to discuss the business at hand. Despite all of us putting on a brave front, I knew we were all worried on the inside.
*****
“I miss my baby already,” Chanel said, as she wiped tears from her eyes.
“It’s okay, Sis. The kids are in good hands with Marta and Maria. We need to get focused on the task at hand.”
We were all sitting inside Thug’s conference room. It felt funny to finally be in there. This room was off limits. I would love to see the looks on their faces if they could see us sitting around the table in their seats.
“I can’t believe they locked them up like that. This is some straight bullshit. Dutch ass need to get out of jail because I’m not raising this baby by myself,” Dior said, as she stuffed her face with some Hot Crunchy Curls.
“Your ass need to stop eating all that hot shit. That is not good for the baby. I’m surprised your ass don’t have hemorrhoids.”
“I can’t help it, G. They’re so fucking good.” We all laughed as she licked all of her fingers clean.
“Okay, bitches. We need to get down to the business at hand. Shit is about to get real hectic. That’s why I wanted our babies out of the fucking city. As you ladies know, Thug Inc. is currently out of commission until further notice. As of now, Boss Lady Inc. is in full effect and ready to handle business in the place of our husbands.”
“Do you think we can do it Ta-Baby?” Chanel asked sounding unsure.
“We don’t have any motherfucking choice. We all live a certain lifestyle and if we want to keep living that way, we have to get this fucking money. Besides that, y’all bitches know we have mouths to feed and bills to pay.” We all agreed because we knew it was the truth.
“We should be expecting calls from our niggas at any moment. So, I want all of you to go home and wait for them to call. Try not to cry. That will stress them out. In the meantime, tomorrow is the monthly meeting with the heads of the other families. I’m quite sure they already know that Thug is locked up. They’re probably even plotting to see who gets his seat. Unbeknownst to them, I will be front and center sitting in my husband’s seat. After the meeting is over, we can all meet up over here and figure out our next move. Don’t worry we got this.”
Tahari sat back and propped her feet up on the table then fired up a blunt. I loved that she wasn’t showing no sweat and I intended on doing the same once she informed us of our duties. I’m going to make King and Ta-Baby so proud of me. I needed to holler at my sisters because I needed them to do the same for Dutch and Nasir. I could tell that my sisters were skeptical of us being able to perform the duties in place of our husbands. Barbie, Keesha, Ta’Jay. And Khia already knew what the deal was. Before it was all said and done, me and my sisters would be the ride or die bitches that King, Nasir and Dutch needed. If only Momma was here to see us take charge like she always told us we needed to.
*****
The Patrón I was drinking was really calming my nerves at the moment. I was scared shitless in this big-ass house by myself. At least when King was out working I had the kids here. I don’t think I’m going to be able to stay in this house alone. Chanel or Dior better get ready because they’re about to have a roommate. The sound of my phone ringing caused me to jump off the bed and race to get it. I knew it was my baby.
“Hello.”
“What’s good, Mrs. Carter?” The sound of King’s voice brought tears to my eyes but I hurried up and wiped them away.
“Hey, Mr. Carter. Are you okay?”
“I’m good. Don’t worry about me, ma. I just want you to focus on the kids and keep shit right on the home front. There’s enough money in the accounts and the safe for you to live off of until I get up out this jam.”
“What about your businesses and your territory?”
“Don’t worry about that shit, Gucci. You ain’t built to handle that shit. Let my little niggas worry about that. You should be at home taking care of my kids. I don’t want you stressing about me being in here, either. Let me worry about that.”
“I’m your wife, King. How could you tell me not to worry about you?” King was really making me mad with all this bullshit he was talking right now.
“Just listen to what the fuck I said, Gucci!”
“Damn! Okay, King! You don’t have to yell at me.”
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. You know that I love you and the kids. I just don’t want you to become overwhelmed. Just please do as I asked. Where are the kids at anyway?” That question caught me off guard. I knew I couldn’t tell him that they were gone. He would know something was up.
“They’re sleep. You know they have school in the morning.”
“Make sure you kiss them for me and tell them I love them. We don’t have much longer before the phone cuts off. What you got on, ma?”
“I have on one of your wife beaters and a pair of hot pink thongs,” I said seductively.
“What the fuck you mean you got on thongs? I’m in here. You don’t need that shit on. Don’t get fucked up!”
“Really, King? Baby, you know that you’re the only one I’m wearing anything sexy for.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his crazy ass.
“Dead ass! I love you, ma. Keep that pussy tight for your man. Next time I call, I want you asshole naked.”
“Okay, baby. I love you, too.” The phone hung up and I sat on the side of the bed thinking. I couldn’t believe King didn’t think I could handle his businesses. King saying that hurt my feelings. It took me back to when the bitch, Samaya, was out working for him. That shit was like a smack in my face as his wife. That would mean he viewed me as being a weak-ass bitch. He got me fucked up, though. I’m going to show his ass better than I could tell him.
Chapter 3- Tahari
Don't Fuck with Boss Lady
The sound of the machine suctioning my baby out of me caused tears to fall down my face. Not from the pain, but from the idea of doing something I promised I would never do again. I have no other choice but to do this. I just feel so sorry for my kids because they were looking forward to having a brother or sister. Thug thought I didn’t know but he was praying my ass had twins. I was relieved to know that it was only one baby this time around.
Two hours later, I was out of recovery and headed home to get ready for this monthly meeting. All day my nerves had been all over the place. Mainly because I could feel like some shit was about to kick off. I shook off the feeling and got dressed. Thug had always encouraged me to look my fucking best whenever we go to these meetings. He loved how I matched his fly. Plus, he knew that the other men in the room lusted after me. It gave him pleasure knowing that I was his and none of those pasta-eating motherfuckers could even grace my fucking presence besides sitting across the table from me as me and my husband looked down on their asses.
I dressed in my Herve Ledger all black leather pants suit. Along with a pair of black peep toe Giuseppe Zanotti thigh-high leather boots that laced up the front. I hopped in my Benz and checked my make-up. I turned my radio up to the max. Nicki Minaj and Beyoncé’s “Feeling Myself” blasted through the fucking speakers. When I m
ade it to the warehouse, I walked in like the Boss Lady I fucking was.
“Hello, gentlemen. I see you started without me. I’m shocked. Usually the meeting doesn’t start until me and my husband grace you with our presence.”
“Your husband isn’t here,” Don Salvatore said as he puffed his cigar, causing the rest of the men to burst out in laughter. I joined in on the laughter.
“No he’s not here, but I am. I will be sitting in his place until he returns. Is there a motherfucking problem with that?” I said as I took off my floor-length chinchilla and sat down in my husband’s chair. I took a blunt from my purse and lit it. I know that they hate that shit.
“That’s the thing, your husband is in jail,” Don Marciano said as he hit the table with his fists. Since Thug had took his rightful spot among these men, Marciano was the one who despised him the most. It was like he had a personal vendetta against Thug.
“But I’m not, motherfucker! Let me make something very clear because I see y’all got the game fucked up. Just because my husband is away does not mean his presence won’t be felt. Ain’t shit changed. I will be stepping in and taking over all of the Thug Inc. affairs. Take a real good look at this beautiful face, instead of looking at my voluptuous ass every time I walk pass. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. Now that the technicalities are out of the way, let’s get this meeting started.”
“As far as you not going anywhere, that can be arranged,” Don Marciano said with a wicked grin on his face.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I said as I took a long pull off my blunt and blew it in his direction.
“Take it however you see fit.” I laughed at his ass because this shit was comical. If Thug was here, this nigga would have been quiet as a church mouse. He was really showing me how much of a bitch nigga he really is.
“Threats and promises go both ways, don’t ever forget that.” I put on my coat and grabbed my purse. Before I left, I placed a kiss on his jaw. Everyone in the room was silent. My actions spoke volumes. I had just gave that nigga the kiss of death and he didn’t even know it.