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  “Come on you need to get out of here.” A tall older man lifted me up and carried me out of the garage. I started to feel sleepy all of sudden. The last thing I could remember was the unknown man getting into the ambulance with me.

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  “We strongly recommend that you stay overnight for observation, Mrs. Kenneth?” the doctor said, standing over me. He was trying everything to convince me to stay but I had to get the fuck out of the hospital and home to meet with my crew.

  “I’ll take a prescription for some pain meds and I’ll be just fine.”

  “As you wish. I’ll write your prescription and get your discharge papers ready.”

  “Are you sure about this, Tahari?” Keesha said as she handed me the clothes I had her bring me.

  “Hell yeah. I’m sure. A motherfucker wants me dead and I’m not taking this shit lightly. I’m about to kill every motherfucking body I think has something to do with this shit. You with me or not?”

  “Hell yeah, bitch. What are we going to do about Thug? He already got on our asses at the visit.”

  “Don’t worry about, Thug. I’ll handle his ass. If a motherfucker trying to kill me you better believe they plotting to kill him as well. After the way he spoke to me during the visit, I had every intention on falling back but fuck that. I’m about to do what I have to do to protect myself. I refuse to leave my kids motherless. Thug is going to have to take one for the team.

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  When I made it home Gucci, Ta’Jay, Barbie, Khia, Chanel, Dior, and Momma Peaches were all waiting for me. They were all hugging me and asking if I was okay. Before I could respond to all of their questions, the sound of the kids running through the house warmed my heart. I had forgot that fast Thug made Marta bring them back home to Chicago.

  “Hey, babies. I missed y’all.” I hugged all seven of my babies and kissed them all over. They had only been gone for two weeks but it felt like it was forever. A small part of me was glad they were back. I wouldn’t be so lonely now. I looked at the rest of the girls and I could tell they were also happy. Everyone except for Khia. She seemed to be somewhere else. After I talked to the girls, I needed to holler at her. She looked like she was nervous about something, constantly biting her fingernails. I sent all the kids up to the playroom and we all sat around and talked.

  “Ta-Baby, listen to me. I already know what you’re thinking. Just wait until we get word from Ka’Jaire before you retaliate,” Momma Peaches said as she lit a Newport cigarette.

  “Momma Peaches, you know I love you and I would never disrespect you, but fuck that. Time is not of the essence. I can’t wait for Ka’Jaire. I need to get at these people before they succeed in killing me.”

  “I understand. Just please think about this shit thoroughly. However, I want you to know I’m down for whatever you crazy bitches want to do. I know y’all been handling business for your men while they’re locked up. I’m impressed. I started this empire but I stepped back and let my sons takeover. They have never let me down with the decisions that they have made. Right now, they think they can run shit from jail. To a certain extent they can. In reality, they need y’all to do the actual legwork until they can come home. Do what the fuck y’all need to do. Hold them down no matter what. They will be mad but their asses will get over it. I’m going to fall back and let y’all do your thing. I’m getting too old for this shit but I will come out of retirement for my babies if I have to. I trust that you can handle this shit. I’m here if you need me. Please be careful and watch your surroundings. Call me if you need me. My boo at home waiting on me.”

  Peaches had been messing with this young cat and he had her ass wide open. We had yet to meet him. I just hoped and prayed he wasn’t no snake like Vinny’s old ass. It was kind of late, so I let everybody stay at my house for the night. Once my kids were asleep, I took a long hot bath. My back was killing me. The numerous cuts and bruises from the blast added more to the pain I was already feeling. Although I was mad at Thug, I wanted him to be here with me right now. I know he heard about what happened already. He probably pacing the damn cell plotting to get whoever the hell tried to kill me. I knew that it was most likely Don Marciano. He was also probably the person following me before I went inside the prison. Thug was so busy chastising me, it slipped my mind to tell him about the car that was following me. I had time to sit and really think things over as I sat inside the tub. I knew that I couldn’t do anything until I talked to Thug. Plus, I knew that after he heard what happened he would probably have security on me. So, it would be hard for me to do anything anyway. I had to sit and think long and hard about my next move. It definitely had to be my best move. In the meantime I would just do what Thug wanted to in order to keep the peace between us. Right now, we needed to be on the same page not fighting with each other.

  Chapter 6- King

  Hold on I'm Coming Home

  It was our first court appearance and I was hoping and praying we got some type of fucking bond. I needed to be home with my family. I hate Gucci and my seeds being out in the world without me. She’s been through so much these last couple of months. I just want her to be able to live her life in peace. I had been thinking about how she lied to me over the phone and during our visit. I asked where my kids were and she said they were at home with the nanny. That shit right there got me hot as hell with her. She knows motherfucking well not to lie to me about some shit like that. Anything could happen. Ta’Jay cracked under pressure and told Sarge the kids were down in Miami. Boss Lady would kill her if she knew that she ratted them out.

  I’m actually glad she told it. We have beef down in Miami from that bullshit that transpired when Thug first took over for Vinny. That was the last place for our seeds to ever go to.

  I’m disappointed in Gucci because I specifically told her not to be handling my street shit. After our visit I got word that her, Chanel, and Dior had been up making pickups and doing drop offs, not to mention, going directly on the block and hollering at my workers, making sure that motherfuckers were doing their jobs. Little did Gucci’s hard-headed ass know my young niggas Quanie and Dez are my eyes on the block while I’m in here. I’m aware of every fucking thing that’s going on. Dutch blew a gasket when he found out Dior was with the shit. I don’t blame him, she’s seven months pregnant. She has no fucking business trying to run the streets with her sisters. That’s their problem. They never fucking listen and that shit could get them killed out here in these streets. When we got word about somebody putting a bomb under Boss Lady’s car. We knew there was about to be a war. If someone got that close to Tahari, there was no problem with niggas touching the rest of our wives or our children. We beefed up security to ensure their safety. If something happened to Gucci or my kids, I would be fucked up. That’s some shit I couldn’t even stomach. Thug was on a fucking rampage when he heard about the shit. His ass had to be locked in his cell to calm the fuck down. We all knew shit was about to get real, especially when we heard who it was that was behind putting the bomb under her car.

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  The courtroom was filled to the brim with our family and our most loyal workers. We were all dressed to impress in our Armani suits and Ferragamo loafers. There were so many armed guards surrounding us, shit looked crazy as hell. One would have thought we were some terrorists or some shit. Detective Jones and all his flunkies sat smirking. I swear it took everything in me not to fuck that nigga up. As we stood before the judge, she looked mean as hell. I could tell she didn’t take no shit.

  “Your Honor. I ask that my clients be granted a bond and be able to fight their case from the outside. They don’t pose a threat and they aren’t a flight risk. I can assure you that they will be at all assigned court appearances.” Our lawyer got right down to what we wanted. That’s why Mackey got paid the big bucks.

  “Your Honor. The State asks that the Defendants be held without bond. There is sufficient evidence against these men that proves they are all drug traffickers and possibly have hi
gh-ranking spots in the Italian Mafia. These are very dangerous men and pose a threat to the city of Chicago.”

  The judge kept her head down the entire time as she looked over paperwork. Finally, she looked up and just stared. It was like she wanted to speak but no words would come out.

  “Bond is set at one hundred thousand each with all men to be placed on electronic monitoring immediately after bond is posted. The men will remain on electronic monitoring until the trial is over. I want all their passports confiscated. Please don’t make me regret my decision, gentlemen. I want to see you at each and every court date on time. Court is adjourned.” She hit her gavel on the desk and immediately went into her chambers.

  “This is straight bullshit!” Detective Jones said as he kicked the bench and exited the courtroom. I looked back at Gucci and winked my eye before we were all led back to our cells and waited for our bonds to be posted. The last thing we wanted was to be on electronic monitoring but it was better than being in a fucking jail cell. It had been a month and I was ready to get home to my family.

  The next morning we all were released and back at home. This was about to be a real challenge trying to run shit from home. Right now, a nigga had to do what the fuck he had to do. We had to move real smart because the Feds were definitely still watching us. For all we knew, them letting us out could be a set-up to charge us with more shit. Little did they know, Thug Inc. was always way ahead of their goofy asses.

  As soon as we exited the prison doors, gunfire erupted all around us. We had been caught slipping. All we could do was hit the ground. The police were returning fire at whoever was shooting at us. Shit had happened so fast I never even knew I had been hit until I tried to get up and walk. The pain in my leg caused me to fall back to the ground. I looked around to see if everybody was cool and that’s when I saw my son laying in a pool of blood with Dior on top of him bleeding as well. I never got a chance to make it to them because I was tackled and led right back into prison. Thug, Malik, Dro, Sarge and Quaadir were also handcuffed and led back into the prison. The sound of our wives and kids screaming and hollering was enough to send a nigga over the edge. We were all tussling with the officers but calmed down real quick when they threatened to arrest our asses again.

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  After being held for a couple more hours, we were finally free to go to the hospital. Only Dutch and I were able to go. The rest of the crew had to go straight home due to being on house arrest. The bullet that hit me went in and out. I was cool, but I was worried about KJ and Dior. When we made it to the hospital, the rest of the family was still in the waiting room waiting to get word on their conditions. I was happy to see my father and Gail. Aja was there as well comforting Gucci. I absolutely love how they have welcomed me and Nasir into their family. Life has been so much better for me just knowing it’s more than just me and Nasir out here in the world.

  “I’m so sorry. I just wanted the kids to see you. I never meant for this to happen.” Gucci was crying and holding on to me for dear life.

  “Shhhh. Stop crying, baby. This shit is not your fault. Calm down.” We just stood there hugging each other. I limped over to one of the chairs and sat down. My leg was hurting like a bitch. I was trying my best to be calm for my wife but I was about to lose it. Not to mention, my nigga Dutch was going crazy cursing every damn body out.

  “Where the fuck is the doctor at?” Dutch said as he hit the wall over and over again. I knew this nigga had broken something. His knuckles were bleeding bad as hell.

  “If you don’t calm down, sir, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” the security guard said.

  “Nigga, fuck you. Ain’t no calming down until I know my girl and my seed good. Fuck outta here with that bullshit.”

  “Sit down, Dominique.” We all looked up and the judge we saw earlier was standing there with a solemn look on her face. I jumped to my feet instantly. I had more than enough shit going on in my life right now. I had no room for more bullshit.

  “What the fuck is going on, bro? Why is she here and saying your name like she know you or some shit?” Dutch just stood there and looked at her for a couple of seconds before speaking. It was like they were in a staring match or something.

  “She knows my name because she’s my long lost mother.” Dutch walked out of the emergency room doors and I followed behind him. I knew my nigga was all fucked up behind seeing his mother who abandoned him.

  Chapter 7- Dutch

  Blast from the Past

  The last time I saw my mother was when she had signed her parental rights over to King and Nasir’s grandmother. The molestation that I had endured caused me to act out and got into so much trouble. My mother just thought I was just being a bad kid. She had no idea I acted the way that I did because of what Snake did to me. I was so embarrassed and scared to tell her. Although Snake was long gone by then, I was still having a hard time dealing with shit. Causing chaos was an outlet to mask what the fuck was really going on with me.

  When I saw her in court I was stuck as I stared at her. The look on her face was priceless as well. I could also see a hint of disappointment in her eyes. I know the only reason we are free is because I’m her son. I don’t know how I’m going to tell the rest of the crew that the judge presiding over our case is, in fact, my mother. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss her being in my life. It was no surprise to me that she was a judge. When I was younger, she always said she wanted to study criminal justice.

  “Calm down, bro. I know shit is all fucked up. Dior and the baby are going to be okay. KJ a strong little nigga. He’s going to be cool as well,” King said, as he walked up on me and pulled me in for a brotherly hug. I’d been through it all with this nigga and I knew he had my back no matter what

  “This shit is so crazy.”

  “Come on, y’all, the doctor is waiting to talk to you,” Gucci yelled out to us. We both ran back inside quickly. I was relieved when I looked in the doctor’s face. It didn’t look like she was about to deliver bad news.

  “King is doing just fine. He was hit in the leg and it passed straight through but broke the bone in his leg. He has on a leg cast and it should come off within six weeks. With physical therapy, he should be back walking around in no time. You can go in to see him whenever you get ready Mom and Dad.”

  “What about my wife and my son?”

  “Mrs. Lennox and the baby are fine. She’s very lucky to be alive. She was grazed in the head by a bullet. The impact of her falling and trying to shield her nephew is what caused her to go into labor. The baby is in the NICU right now mainly because his lungs aren’t all the way developed, but he should make a full recovery.” I was relieved to know that everybody was okay. Gucci and King went off to see KJ. It was just me and my mother, Sandra, sitting in the waiting area.

  “I’m so sorry that we had to reunite under these circumstances. I have missed you so much and I want to be a part of you and my grandson’s life. Seeing you today hurt my heart, baby. We need to have a sit-down. There’s some shit brewing and you and your crew are marked men. The Mafia wants you guys out. I can’t talk about it too much here. I’ll meet up with you next week. In the meantime, follow all the stipulations of your house arrest. I got you, son. Congratulations on the baby. Kiss him for me. I love you, Dominique.” My mother kissed me then she left.

  I knew some shit was behind her showing up here. This shit is crazy. Dior was sleeping, so I went to visit with my son. It takes a lot to get a thug-ass nigga like me to cry. Looking at my son made me shed tears. All I want to do is give him the world and protect him from all things evil. I was madly in love with him and he had only been in the world a couple of hours.

  “Daddy loves you so much.” He stirred around as I kissed him on the forehead. I hated to leave but I needed to go see Dior before I had to get to the crib. I walked into the room and Dior was knocked out. I kissed her on the lips and her eyes popped open instantly.

  “Is the baby okay?”

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�Yeah, ma. He looks just like you. I’m so happy y’all are okay.” I had to lay my head down on her chest. Her heartbeat has always soothed me.

  “Everything is going to be okay. I’m happy you’re home with us. I love you, Dutch. You’re going to be great father to your son.” That made me feel a lot better knowing that she had faith in me despite knowing I didn’t even have faith in myself. After all the shit I had put Dior through and she was still by a nigga side being his biggest fan and cheerleader. That’s why I’m going to give her the world and more. Dior deserves whatever her heart desires and I’m going to die trying to give it to her.

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  A week later Dior was released from the hospital. The baby had to stay about another month. It was hard to leave the baby but we knew that he would be coming home soon. Since I was on house arrest, I had spent the majority of the time getting my son’s room together for when he came home. It felt good to finally lay next to Dior. I swear she is my everything.

  “How do you feel about my mother coming over?”

  “I’m actually excited for you. I know how much you’ve missed her being a part of your life. Plus, Jr. needs a grandma in his life to spoil him.” I could tell she had got sad just thinking of her mother. Hell, I got teary-eyed at the thought of her as well. She was a mother to me and I missed her dearly.

  “Don’t cry, baby. You know that she’s watching over you every minute of every day.”

  “I love you Dutch and I’m glad we decided to give us another chance.” Dior sat up in bed and tugged at my basketball shorts.

  “I love you more. What you doing? We can’t have sex yet. You still have stitches down there.”

  “I know baby but my mouth is just fine. Lay back and let me show you how much I really missed you.” Dior swallowed my dick whole. I swear the tip of my dick was touching her tonsils. She was giving me that real sloppy toppy that had a nigga wanting to cry out like a bitch. She continued to suck, slob, and lick every inch of my dick. I couldn’t help but roughly grab her head and fuck her throat. I swear I dropped a bucket of cum down her throat and she swallowed every drop without letting any go to waste.