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  "Y'all need to save that shit for the wedding," Barbie said as the whole family stood outside in the backyard watching us.

  "Aye, Barbie! I know that you wanted a big lavish wedding and all, but, how do you feel about going to Jamaica and making this shit official?" Malik said holding a fifth of Remy in his hand.

  "Hell yeah! I'm down for whatever." Barbie and Malik started to kiss and hug one another.

  "Since y'all niggas getting married me, and Khia might as well jump the damn broom, as well. How you feel about that Ma?"

  "I'm with you, Daddy." Khia walked up to Dro, and he lifted her up off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

  "Ta-Baby, go pack our shit. I'm ready to make you my wife again!" Thug smacked Tahari on the ass, and she ran in the house and started packing.

  "I guess that means I'm babysitting all these damn kids," Peaches said as she smoked her Newport.

  "You don't have to. We can go down there and get married, as well. All the kids came come with us," Vinny said as he walked towards Peaches and took the cigarette from her hand and put it out.

  "I'll marry you. I'm telling you right now I'm too damn old for games Vinny. I will fuck you up the minute I even think you're on some bullshit. Don't think I won't hesitate to shoot your ass. You being a Mob Boss don't mean shit to me. Your ass will be sleeping with the fishes fucking with me."

  "Damn, Pops you sure you want to marry her ass!" Thug said, and we all laughed.

  "Shut the fuck up, Ka'Jaire! Come on y’all I'm ready to go to Jamaica," Peaches said as she fired up another cigarette.

  It felt good knowing that the family was joining us and uniting in marriage. For the rest of my life, all I wanted was to make Ta'Jay happy. She deserved nothing but happiness, and I was going to see that she got just that. I'd officially turned in my player's card.

  Chapter 19-Tahari

  Let's Get Married

  Montego Bay, Jamaica was so beautiful. The water was simply breathtaking. I was happy for my girls. I stepped back from the spotlight, and this day would be all about them. I had already experienced walking down the aisle, so I wanted their first time to be special. Thug and I would renew our vows after the wedding took place.

  Barbie, Khia, Ta'Jay, and Momma Peaches all looked so elegant in their all white wedding gowns. They all had beautiful lavender flowers pinned in their hair. All of their dresses were made by Vera Wang. Being the wives of some Bosses had its perks. Basic bitches would have never been able to get Vera Wang to stop what she was doing and hop on a plane to Jamaica. I also had a Vera Wang gown, but it was something simple and elegant. Not too extravagant since we were only renewing our vows.

  All of the guys were dressed in all white Tuxedos with lavender flowers on their lapels, and they all looked handsome as ever. The kids were all so beautiful in their white dresses and white Tuxedos, as well. When we showed up, it was a must we showed out. The beach was decorated in all white with a hint of lavender.

  The Gazebo was draped in beautiful white and lavender sheer curtains. The whole scene was so beautiful and romantic. Vinny, Malik, Sarge, and Dro all stood front and center alongside the preacher waiting for their lovely brides to join them. Ka'Jairea and Londyn were the flower girls. Sar'Jay, Ka'Jaire Jr, and Khiandre were all ring bearers. I was the Matron of Honor to all the girls. The music started to play, and it was time for us to march.

  I never knew such a day could come

  And I never knew such a love could be inside of one

  And I never knew what my life was for, but

  now that you're here, I know for sure.

  I never knew until I looked in your eyes

  I was incomplete till the day you walked into my life.

  And I never knew that my heart could feel so

  precious and pure one love so real.

  Can I just see you every morning

  when I open my eyes?

  Can I just feel your heart beating beside me every night

  Can we just feel this way together till the end of all time

  Can I just spend my life with you?

  Tamia and Eric Benet's soulful voices had all of us in tears. My husband looked good as fuck as he held onto Ta'Jay, Barbie, Khia, and Peaches. Only a boss nigga like Ka'Jaire "Thug" Kenneth could walk four women down the aisle and look like a Greek God doing it. He was so fucking handsome in his Tux. I couldn't help it, but my eyes shifted down to his dick. There it was just laying there like a third leg. It had to be a sin and shame for a nigga to be that fucking fine; swagged the fuck out, with an Anaconda that fit my pussy perfectly. Damn I love this nigga; I thought to myself.

  I was so busy salivating over Thug I had tuned the damn preacher out. Everyone was exchanging rings. That was the type of spell Thug had on me. I didn't care about the occasion or the other people around us. My husband was the only person I saw. Just to think this time last year I was at home in mourning. Thank you God for bringing my baby back to me; I said as I looked up to the sky.

  "You may now kiss your brides," the preacher said and all the guys went in for the kill.

  "This is so romantic, Bae," I said to Thug as we kissed one another."You know what I was thinking, Ka'Jaire, we really don't need to renew our vows right now. Our new beginning started when you came back to our kids and me. We have six months until our three-year wedding anniversary; let's renew it then. This is their special day. Let's just celebrate their wedding day with them like they did with us. I'll try not to think about stabbing Khia's ass." We both laughed.

  "That's cool, Ma. We can do whatever your heart desires. Now let's go join the newlyweds." Thug and I walked hand in hand towards the reception area that was set up along the beach. Once we approached the tables, I noticed that the guys all had mean mugs on their faces. Thug picked up on it, and he walked over towards them.

  "What's going on, Ta'Jay?" I asked I sat down and observed the guys.

  "I don't know, but I have a funny feeling it's about to fuck my wedding day up."

  "The look on Malik's face says it all. I should have known we would never be able to enjoy this day without there being something to fuck it up, "Barbie said as she drank from the flute of champagne she was holding.

  As soon as the words left her mouth, Thug flipped over a table and headed towards the hotel that we were staying in. I got up and tried to follow him, but Malik stepped in my way and stopped me.

  "Let him cool off, Sis."

  "What the hell is going on now?" Peaches asked Malik who was walking back towards us with a frustrated look on his face.

  "Grab the kids and go back to the hotel and start packing. All of our traps have been robbed and burned down to the ground. I'm sorry y'all we have to go home." Malik was still talking, but the rest of the girls had already walked off. This was their wedding day, and they weren't trying to hear shit about no traps. Sarge and Dro were walking alongside Khia, and Ta'Jay trying to explain. They were so mad. I was mad, as well, but we all knew better than to voice our opinions about it. Our cash flow and livelihoods were in danger, so when our husbands said pack our shit. That was exactly what we needed to do. No questions asked.

  Chapter 20- Thug

  Waking Up The Sleeping Beast

  We had been in Chicago for almost two months, and shit had been running smoothly. The entire time I laid low in the house. My kids and my wife loved me being in the crib all day every day. I loved it, as well. However, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I would have to make my presence felt. Ever since we had touched back down in Chicago, there were rumors circulating about some new cat from Atlanta who was trying to be the new King of the Chi. That was the funniest shit I ever heard. Even in death, I would have still been the King around this motherfucker. The last thing these niggas should have ever done was fuck with my cash flow. They had awakened a sleeping fucking beast.

  I had yet to tell Markese and the rest of the family that I was indeed alive. Malik had filled me in on the events that transpi
red during the time that I was gone. I felt really bad that I hadn't reached out to them. I heard my supposed death was really hard on him and my Aunt Gail. Since we landed in the Chi, Tahari had been avoiding me. I already knew it' was because she was mad and scared at the same time. I needed Tahari to have faith that I was coming home to her. If I didn't have her support, I wouldn't be able to function while I laid these niggas down.

  I sat in my office smoking a blunt and sipping on some Patron. I was usually a dark liquor drinker, but my momma was turning us into Patron drinkers. I needed to clear my head and relax. The house was so quiet and peaceful. My thoughts drifted to my wife and kids. I remembered a time when we didn't have any kids now we had seven. I was still in shock knowing that I had three damn sets of twins. There were no twins on my mother's side of the family or my father's. It was mind-boggling thinking how I had that genetic makeup. Tahari and I had come a long way from me finding her walking down the street battered and bruised.

  A knock at the door jarred me from my thoughts.

  "The kids are all asleep. What time are you coming to bed?" Tahari said as she peeked her head in the door.

  "Come in here and sit with your man for a minute." Tahari walked in and closed the door behind her. She was dressed in a short red satin robe that was tied tight around her waist. I pulled her in between my legs and untied the belt. I had to know what she had on underneath. The robe dropped to the floor, and she was naked as the day she was born.

  I licked my lips as I took in her beautiful body. Her body was still right after carrying five babies. Not a stretch mark in sight. I knocked everything off of my desk, and I lifted her up onto it. I had a bottle of Bellataire Moet on chill in the fridge that I kept in my office. I popped open the bottle and poured it all over her body.

  "Mmmmm!" Tahari started to moan as I took my time paying attention to each one of her breasts. I gently bit and tugged on her hardened nipples. I slid my tongue down her stomach. I stopped and sucked the champagne from her navel. I made my way down to her pussy, and I had to stop and take a second look at her neatly shaven pussy. I didn't know who Plies was referring to when he rapped about Ms. Pretty Pussy, because she was laying right here in front of me. My wife had the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. I slowly started to lick and suck on her pussy.

  "Oh, my God! Please don't stop baby! I'm about to cum." Tahari was moaning and trying her best to close her legs. I flipped her over, and she was on all fours. I continued to eat her pussy from the back. I had her squirting all over my tongue. I rose up and began to unbuckle my pants, and that was when I noticed the tattoo on her right booty cheek. It was huge, and it read Mrs. Ka'Jaire "Thug" Kenneth. I could tell that it was fresh. It was still puffy and red.

  "Damn baby I love it. This shit sexy as fuck."

  "I'm glad you like it," Tahari said over her shoulder. Once my pants were down I went in for the kill. That tattoo sent a nigga over the edge. It had me feeling like a beast and a King all in one. I went to work murdering the pussy.

  "You gone cum all over this Daddy Dick?"

  "I'm a cum all over my dick!"

  "What the fuck you waiting for cum on this dick then.” I grabbed her hair and roughly began to thrust in and out of her. She matched me thrust for thrust. I looked down and watched her cream all over my shit. I smacked her on both of her ass cheeks and watched as they jiggled. I let a massive load loose up in her. She better be lucky her ass got them tubes tied. She would have been knocked up again. As I pulled my pants up, I watched as Tahari struggled to walk.

  "You cool, Ta-baby?" I asked her as I laughed.

  "Ain't shit funny. That dick was just everything. I'm not gonna even front." Tahari finally gathered herself and put her robe back on. I sat down in my chair and fired up another blunt. Tahari came over and sat down on my lap.

  "I got to hit the streets, Ta-Baby. I need you to hold shit down for me. You already know when it's beef in the streets, I'm out there holding court for what's mines. My traps were burned down to the ground, and I can't let that shit slide. I know that you're scared, but I need you to put on your ride or die bitch cape for Daddy. I need you to be ready and trained to go just in case I need my Bonnie to let Ms.Pearlie do the talking. Are you ready to come out of retirement?”

  "My trigger finger stay ready. I'm a hold you down no matter what." Tahari dropped down to her knees and unleashed the beast. She gave a nigga that million-dollar mouth that always had me moaning like a bitch. There was still that part of me that didn't want my wife getting her hands dirty. I loved her being a stay at home wife and mother. I would only call on her if it were my last and only option.

  ***

  Ten of my traps were burned down to the ground. Each one brought in over fifty thousand a week. In my absence, Malik had hired some young niggas to watch over the traps. Most of them were murdered prior to the traps being burned down all accept one. I was having a hard time understanding how that nigga was still standing. I had Malik, Sarge, and Dro out looking for his ass. I usually didn't kill innocent people, but I just took a major loss, so I was killing his bitch, his momma, and anybody else I could to find that was close to that motherfucker,

  The streets were still unaware of my presence. That was all about to change. As I waited for word from the crew, I took a ride over to Markese's. I should have called before, but I wanted it to be a surprise. As I drove my all black 2014 Audi, my mind drifted to the night of my shooting. I still needed to worry about getting at the nigga who pulled that trigger. I knew for a fact if I ever saw his ass again; I would immediately know who he was. Who sent that nigga? Was the question I asked myself. Before I knew it, I was pulling up to the address my mother had given me.

  I tightened up the strings on the black hoodie that was wearing. I let out a deep breath before I knocked on the door. I could hear Trish on the other side cursing at Markese for not getting the door. I heard about her wild ass; got my nigga scared to breathe loud.

  "Who the fuck is it?" Trish yelled from the other side of the door

  "Thug. Open the door Cuzo." I felt someone looking through the peephole, so I removed the hood from my head. The locks on the door started to turn, and the door swung open. Trish was standing there with her mouth wide open.

  "Why you standing there with the damn door open like that?" Markese asked as he came from behind her, and we locked eyes.

  "My nigga, what the fuck is really going on? Is this some type of joke? Where the fuck the cameras at?" Markese looked outside and all around me.

  "It's me in the flesh." I walked in, and Markese pulled me in for a brotherly hug.

  "What the hell is really going on? I swear I'm about to get on the phone and call Tahari’s ass. She could have told me your ass was alive and breathing. I just did her hair last week. I should have known some shit wasn't right. Her ass went out of town and came back with two more damn kids that looked exactly like your black ass. Give me hug. We missed you so much. My birthday party is here at the house on Friday. I want all of y'all here." Trish kissed me on the jaw and hugged me.

  "Come on my nigga let's go to the basement, I don't know about you, but I need a drink." As we walked down to the basement, we could hear Trish on the phone with Tahari. I was happy that her and Trish were close. I heard how she looked out for Ta-baby while I was gone. That shit meant a lot to me.

  For the next couple of hours, Markese and I talked about everything that had transpired in my absence. He wanted to have a sitdown with the rest of my crew and his crew. We decided to have the meeting in the upcoming days. On my way back to the crib, I received a call from Malik telling me to meet him at the warehouse.

  ***

  "Nigga, who sent you," I heard Dro say as I entered the warehouse. Malik and Sarge were sitting back smoking a blunt while Dro put in work. This lil nigga was tied to a chair with tears streaming down his face. I didn't say a word as I grabbed a chair and sat in front of the nigga. I pulled my hood from my head, and he started to squirm in his chair. I smi
rked because he realized he was sitting across from a nigga that was supposed to be dead.

  "So, this the lil’ nigga that decided to bite the hand that feeds him. I'm going to ask you this one time and one time only. Who is responsible for robbing and burning down my traps?”I pulled my gun from my waist and smacked him across the face with it. He was taking too fucking long to answer my question. Blood was now mixing with the tears and snot that was coming from his nose. I raised my gun to hit his ass again, and he started to spill the beans.

  "It's this nigga named Bolo, but he's not in charge. He works for this nigga from the A who calls himself God. The streets have all heard of God, but no one has ever seen him in the flesh. Bolo does all the dirty work. Y'all been good to me I would never cross y’all. I never stole anything. I have two hundred thousand dollars of yours that came from the trap I ran on Keeler. I saw the nigga Bolo and a couple of his goons pull up in front of the trap, and I grabbed the money and hauled ass out the back door. I was laying low until I could get in touch with Malik to give him his bread."

  I had a way of reading people, and I could tell a liar a mile way. The nigga sitting in front of me was telling the truth. He could have spent that money and skipped town, but he didn't. Sarge passed the blunt to me, and I puffed on it as I kept my eyes trained on the nigga in front of me

  "What's your name?"

  "Dante."

  "Well Dante, today is your lucky day. I've decided to let you live under one condition. I want that nigga Bolo. You have a week to give me a location on him. As far as the money goes, if you give me the info I need on him it's yours. If you fuck up, I want my money, and I'm taking your fucking life. Do we have an understanding, Dante?" He shook his head up and down vigorously. We let him go, and I knew that nigga was going to get me the information I needed, hopefully, in the next couple of days.

  I had a funny feeling there was going to be a lot of bloodshed shortly. In the meantime, I rode around the streets of the Chi letting my presence be known. I knew niggas was mad because they already knew they had to either get down with me or lay down. Since niggas wanted to fuck with my cash flow and test my gangsta, I shut down every fucking block. No one was going to make a fucking dime until I had that nigga Bolo in my possession.