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  The whole ride home I was steaming mad. Those motherfuckers was trying to cut my husband out. That shit was not about to fly. The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of my thoughts. For some reason, I already knew it was my husband. People in jail knew more than the people out in the world.

  “Heyy, baby! How are you holding up?”

  “I’m good. What the fuck happened in there today?”

  “Excuse me.” The sound of him yelling made me jump. I had to pull over because I was about to crash.

  “We don’t need no motherfucking beefs, Tahari. Calm your hot-head ass down.”

  “There was beef the moment you got locked up. I’m doing what the fuck I have to do. If you called to chastise me, I’m going to hang up on your ass and I fucking mean it. Don’t question me or my fucking actions. You of all people know my intentions are good.”

  “Lower your motherfucking voice when you talking to me, Ta-Baby. Don’t get fucked up. All you need to do is run the businesses. Take care of my kids and have a healthy pregnancy. Go to the fucking sit-downs and do just that. Sit.” I had to take the phone away from my ear and look at it. This nigga had lost his mind.

  “I got an abortion.”

  “What the fuck did you just say?”

  “I’m sorry Ka’Jaire. I had to do that in order to do what I have to do for this family.” I was waiting for him to say something but that never came. His stupid ass hung up in my face. I was hurt but everything I was doing was for us. He didn’t know it but he would thank me later.

  I pulled back onto the road and continued to drive home. Thug had really made mad but I couldn’t let him get under my skin because he was in his feelings. That shit was not about to knock me off my square. I was almost home when I saw flashing blue lights behind me. I looked in my rearview and they were definitely behind me. I was not in the mood for this shit right now. I reached in my wallet and grabbed my driver’s license and my registration. I pulled over and watched as the officer approached my car. I rolled down my window but I wanted to roll that motherfucker up when I saw who it was.

  “Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Kenneth,” Detective Jones said as he stuck his head inside my window.

  “How may I help you, Detective?”

  “You can’t help me with shit but you can help your motherfucking self. Here’s my card. I advise you to use it.” He threw the card and an envelope on my lap then walked away. This nigga played so many fucking games. I can’t believe after all this time he is still in his feelings about his dead-ass partner and Nico’s ass. Every day I wished I would have known that Detective Jones was in on the conspiracy against Ka’Jaire. Now, this nigga is a pain in our ass. I was tired of playing this cat and mouse-ass game with his ass. He needed to go. Now that I think about it, he was probably the key to the fucking crew getting out of this jam.

  Once I made it home and got settled, I checked on my babies and took a hot bath. I climbed in bed and grabbed the envelope. I opened and emptied the contents. It was nothing but pictures. There was a picture of Dominique the federal agent, the bitch Sabrina, Nico, Detective Grimes, and Don Gianelli. I had a hand in all their murders or killed their asses myself. Detective Jones was really trying to play games with me and my husband. I knew that Thug had fell back from the whole situation as far as Detective Jones was concerned. As for me, I couldn’t do that. We had been letting his white ass play all these fucking games with us. We had let him make it for far too long. His ass had to go.

  Chapter 4- Thug

  Goodfellas

  I had enough shit on my plate to deal with right now. The last thing I need is to be stressed out worrying about Ta-Baby. And the last thing I needed was for her to wild the fuck out on the other heads of the families. Regardless of whether I’m in attendance or not neither one of them motherfuckers can take my spot. I am, and will always be, Boss of my fucking family. Those tactics that they were doing were just to fuck with Tahari. I know everything that happened at the meeting. I’m a lot closer to a couple of the other Bosses than Tahari knows about. I tell my wife what she has to know. I also know that certain things she shouldn’t know about. I always have to keep my ducks in a row. You never know when you might need them. At this very moment Don Marciano is plotting to start a war between our families. I could feel that shit. I also know Tahari has every intention on offing his ass. There is no doubt in my mind that my wife can hold shit down, I just don’t want her acting on impulse and emotions. Tahari needs to sit down and think shit out. Over the years I’ve turned her into a goon and she’s not taking no shit from anybody. I wanted me a Bonnie but I fucked around and got Griselda Blanco. My wife is not to be fucked with. But the fact remains the same that I’m in here and she’s out there. No matter what the fuck I say, she’s going to do what she wants to do. That’s the monster that I created. There’s not a doubt in my mind when it comes down to my wife holding me down, she’s going to do that regardless. I just don’t want niggas putting hits out on her. I can only hope she proceeds with caution and think shit out before she reacts. I taught her well, though. She’s knows to kill anything that poses a threat. Shoot first and never ask any questions.

  We have always discussed the possibility of me being incarcerated. Tahari knows all about our finances, properties, businesses, and the territories that we run. I made sure to put her name on every fucking thing. She knows exactly what to do. I have my workers out on the street who I know will handle the street shit. I wanted Tahari to stay away from the street shit as much as possible. I don’t want her risking her freedom. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hurt and mad behind Ta-Baby getting an abortion. We agreed that she would keep the baby. I should have had a say-so in that decision. So fuck me and my feelings? I know that I shouldn’t have hung up on her but she pissed me the fuck off. Her nonchalant-ass attitude is going to get her fucked up. I can’t believe her reasoning for killing my seed was because she had shit to do in the streets. Being pregnant is all the more reason for you to sit your ass down. That’s a prime example of Tahari acting before she thinks. I had to hang up on her ass after she revealed to me that she had in fact got an abortion. I knew I was about to spazz out on her ass. I was mad at myself for hanging up because I had some real shit to talk about with her. Instead, I just called my Momma and put her up on some shit.

  Shit is all fucked up for me and my crew. As soon as we were arrested, we were charged with drug trafficking and taken to the Metropolitan Correctional Center in downtown Chicago. They had the Thug Inc. in the motherfucking Fed joint. They tried to hit my ass with operating a criminal enterprise but they don’t have enough to charge me with that shit. I breathed a sigh of relief when my lawyer told me that. All this shit comes from Detective Jones ass and his never-ending crusade to take my ass down. Right now, I’m regretting never killing his ass. I should have let King kill his ass when he first came to me with the shit. Now, we’re all looking at three to five years in prison. I’m still trying to understand where the fuck did the evidence come from that they were saying they have against us. Our first court date is in a week. Hopefully, they can show me something. I know my rights so they better come with it or release me and my crew. My lawyer is the best of the best. I pay him a lot of money to even retain him and I have faith that he can get our sentences reduced. One thing I do know is that we will have to do some type of time if we’re found guilty.

  I guess us Thug Inc. niggas is a big fucking deal in here. My name alone rings bells around this motherfucker. When I first got here, I requested to see Max Briggs, the warden who ran the prison. This nigga owed me a shitload of bread. If you can remember when I took over the Santerelli Crime Family, I also took over debts that were owed to them. Like I said before, I could care less about any debts owed to them. This nigga didn’t have to know that, though. I was about to use that shit as leverage. He owed over one hundred thousand dollars in gambling debts. I gave him an offer he couldn’t refuse. I would wipe the slate clean in exchange for me and my crew to be ho
used on a tier alone with all the necessary amenities like access to cellphones and the visiting room to ourselves when our wives and children visited. He was either going to give into my demands or pay me what was owed. Let’s just say, I got what the fuck I demanded. Of course, we would still be under the watchful eye of correctional officers but shit, was still working out in our favor because one of the correctional officers assigned to our unit was this chick named, Christie we knew from the hood. That made shit even sweeter for us. Once we put her on our payroll she hollered at the other CO’s and it’s was on and popping. We in this bitch like Pauly and his crew were in the movie “Goodfellas.” We eating, sipping and smoking even better.

  “Did you call Tahari back yet?” Malik asked as he threw out his card. We were playing Casino.

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  “Hell no. I’m still pissed the fuck off with her ass. I’ll holler at her ass tomorrow during the visit.”

  “I think you being a little harsh on her, bro,” Quaadir said. I looked at this nigga like he had two heads.

  “I don’t give a fuck what you think. Last time I checked, Tahari was my bitch and Keesha was yours. Just because you sampled the pussy don’t mean shit. Don’t get fucked up worrying about mines”

  “Get the fuck outta here with all that bitch-ass shit! Nigga, you still got beef or some shit because if you do, it ain’t nothing for us to do but resolve it.”

  The last thing this nigga should have ever done was stand up like he wanted to scrap. Before I knew it, I swung and hit his bitch ass and then we was throwing blows and getting it cracking. I was already stressed the fuck out about Tahari getting an abortion. When this nigga called himself speaking on her behalf, I lost it. I had already told his bitch ass not to even think of my wife. He lucky he’s allowed to say her fucking name.

  “Y’all niggas need to stop this shit,” Sarge said, grabbing me while Dro grabbed Quaadir.

  “That’s his bitch ass. Let me the fuck go!” Quaadir said and yanked away from Dro.

  “I hope y’all know I’m telling Momma tomorrow,” Malik said as he laughed like some shit was funny.

  “Shut your bitch ass up!” I told his ass as I walked away and went to my cell. I needed a motherfucking minute to myself. I admit, I overreacted but fuck that. He got me feeling some type of way. Yep, I’m still mad about him fucking my wife and I don’t give a fuck who don’t like it.

  I smoked a blunt and went my ass to sleep. When I woke up, I noticed that the CO’s were also sleep. That’s all the fuck they did. It was fine by me, though. As long as they did what the fuck they signed up for, everything was Gucci with me. I needed to go holla at Quaadir about the shit that popped off earlier. Once I made it to his cell, all I could do was shake my head. This nigga was wild as hell. He had one of the female CO’s bent over knocking her shit out the frame. I just shook my head and walked away. Keesha was going to kill him and that bitch. Peaches might as well get ready to pick out a plot. The next morning when I got ready for the visit, I was surprised to find out that Tahari didn’t show up. I swear she was going to make me kill her ass.

  Chapter 5- Tahari

  It is what it Is

  The decision to not visit Thug was something that I needed to do. I know he’s angry as fuck right now but he’ll get over it. He hung up in my face during our conversation. He never even attempted to call me back. To make matters worse, I had been delivering messages to him through my girls to call me. I had even talked to Malik and King, and Thug wouldn’t even come to the phone. It was a shame that Thug always had to have things going his way. While all my girls were out visiting their niggas, I laid in bed and caught up on some much needed rest. The abortion had took a lot out of me. I just wanted to relax and get ready for the business that I needed to handle. The last thing I needed was to let Thug get the best of my emotions. I didn’t have time for his selfishness.

  The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of a peaceful sleep. I had no intentions on answering until I saw that it was Thug calling back to back.

  “Hellooo!” I sang into the phone.

  “You got one motherfucking hour to get your ass down here!” Thug was hollering so loud, I had to remove the phone from my ear. This the shit that’s so aggravating. He always acts like an ass when he can’t have his way.

  “Hey, husband. I’m fine. How are you doing?”

  “Don’t play with me, Tahari. Do what the fuck I said.” I was getting ready to respond when, again, he had hung up in my face. He was being such an asshole. I wanted to stay in bed and finish resting but the anger in his voice told me I better get my ass to the jail and fast. After getting dressed, I headed over to the jail. The entire ride there, I was being followed by an all-black Lincoln Town car with tinted windows. As I sat at a light, I was able to memorize the plates. Once I made it the prison, I tried to find somewhere to park. There were no parks available on the street, so I had to park in the parking garage. That was something I didn’t want to do. Thug always told me to never park inside of there. I had no choice, though. I was glad that the car was no longer following me.

  After being damn near strip-searched, I was escorted up to a private room. I was confused because visiting rooms are usually larger than this and other people were also visiting at the same time. Of course I was married to the Boss of all Bosses. There was no need for me to be confused or surprised. I was beginning to get scared. I didn’t want to be in this small ass room with Thug’s ass. He was in a real fucked-up mood. I knew he was about to go so hard on me and I just wasn’t in the mood for his shit. My patience was running so fucking thin with his ass. The door swung open and he walked in with an orange jumpsuit on and a mean-ass scowl on his face. As handsome as he is, his fucked-up ass attitude made him ugly as hell.

  “Good Looking out, Jones. I got you.” Thug dapped up the correctional officer and he left out.

  Without hesitation he yanked me out of the chair and kicked it over with his foot. He roughly pushed me up against the wall with so much force I just knew my back was broke. With all the noise going on I just knew some officers were about to rush in at any minute. That was just wishful thinking. I saw that familiar look in his eyes. He wanted to hit me so bad.

  “Let me make myself perfectly motherfucking clear. You’re taking this Boss Lady shit way too fucking far. In case you forgot, I’m the boss of this fucking family. Being in here don’t mean shit. My reach is far and very fucking wide. Don’t ever make decisions without coming to me first. Do you understand me, Tahari?” I guess I wasn’t answering fast enough so he tightened the grip he had on my collar.

  “Yes. I understand.” I wiped the tears from my face with the back of my hand. As soon as he let me go I walked briefly towards the door. Fuck him and this bullshit-ass visit.

  “It’s locked. Sit your ass down. We’re not done talking.” He lifted the chair up from the floor that I was sitting in and I sat down. He sat across from me and wiped his hand over his face in frustration.

  “What made you think that it was okay to send my kids out of town without asking me first?”

  “Those are my kids, too, Ka’Jaire. When it comes to them I don’t need your permission to do shit. I did what I thought was best for them.”

  “Well, it wasn’t a good decision. As a matter of fact, I’ve already got in contact with Marta and the other nannies. The kids should be home when you get there. You’re their fucking mother. You don’t send them out of town so that you can be on some rah rah shit. What the fuck were you thinking? I’ll answer that. Your ass wasn’t thinking and that’s obvious since you killed an innocent fucking baby for no good reason at all.”

  “Are we done?” At this point I had no words to say to him. I was actually speechless. I felt like a kid being chastised by her father. At that moment I felt like any and everything I had ever done for this man was in vain. Thug had to know any decision I made was for my family. This shit hurt more than him cheating. The man that I love and have killed for didn’t trust my jud
gement or my parenting skills. This shit was so unfair to me. I just held my head down and let the tears drop. I was so weak at the moment. I didn’t have the strength to wipe them away

  “Did I say we were done, Tahari? Going forward, Markese and Rahmeek will handle all things concerning Thug Inc. All I want you to do is make sure the kids are good and the businesses are straight. Do you think you can do that?”

  “Yes, Ka’Jaire. I can do that.”

  “I have court in a couple of days. I expect you to be there. Stop crying and go home and take care of my kids. I’ll call you later.” He reached across the table and tried to wipe my tears. I moved my face out of his reach. I didn’t want his hands on me. Something inside of me had changed in a matter of minutes. I knew it did. I got up and left him sitting at the table. I knocked so that I could be let out of the room. I was surprised when a female correctional officer came and opened the door.

  “Are you ready, Thug?” she said to him. I didn’t like the way the bitch said his name. It was too fucking personal for me. Unprofessional-ass bitch. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking this man-looking bitch. I just rolled my eyes in disgust at him and her.

  “The last time it was a bullet in your ass. Next time, it will be in your dick and I won’t miss. Please don’t fucking play with me, Ka’Jaire.” He just sat there shaking his head at me and I didn’t give a flying fuck about it. Fuck him. He better hope I went to court for his disrespectful ass. Now that I think about it, why should I go to court? It’s obvious my services aren’t needed.

  My car was parked on the third floor level of the parking garage. As I walked closer to my car, I hit the unlock button on my alarm key. The entire car blew up and the impact of the blast knocked me into one of the steel beams.

  “Oh shit!” My back was in so much pain. I tried my best to stand to my feet but I was a little disoriented.