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  “Shut the fuck up! Where were you last night?”

  “I had to handle some things at the storefront,” I stuttered

  “You lying!” I closed my eyes tight as I heard the sound of the trigger being pulled. Nothing happened and that made me cry harder.

  “I’m not lying, Qua. Please stop you’re high and drunk.”

  “Who is the nigga you were with last night?”

  “I wasn’t with nobody. I swear to you I wasn’t.”

  “I see you still lying bitch!” He pulled the trigger again. Nothing happened. At this time, I was so scared that I pissed on myself.

  “Get the fuck up and go take a shower like you did when you snuck your tramp ass in this morning.” He yanked me up and practically dragged me to the shower. I undressed and got in. I was crying so badly.

  “Shut the fuck up with all that crying. Hurry up the game ain’t over.” I prolonged the shower for as long as I could before Quaadir was yanking me out. He pushed me down on the bed and pinned me down with his knees.

  “Did you give my pussy away?”

  “Noooo! I didn’t, Quaadir. I’ve never cheated on you.”

  “Lies all lies!” This time he pulled the trigger twice at the same time he was choking the shit out of me. I was trying my best to break free from his ass. He was stronger when he was high off PCP. Me tussling with him only made him madder. That’s when he started beating my ass. It was never in my nature to take an ass whooping from him. So, of course I fought back and that made him go even harder. I felt my lip split when he hit me in it. We had fought so hard over the years that I had grown accustomed to his slaps but these punches were something different. I could feel my face swelling up. He pulled me out the bed by my hair and dragged me to our garage. He punched me a couple more times.

  “Don’t ever in your motherfucking life disrespect me, bitch. I gave you the world when your broke down ass had nothing. It was me who upgraded you, and don’t you ever forget it. You ain’t shit without me. I will fucking kill you, Keesha. Since we’ve been in the Chi you’ve been showing your ass. I’m still that nigga they call God. Let me refresh your motherfucking memory!” He punched me in my nose and I heard it crack. This nigga had broken my shit. He went inside his trunk and pulled out a black garbage bag. He went inside of it and pulled out a human head.

  “Ahhhhhhhh!” I was screaming as he held my face directly in the face of the head. It was Jacque. I started vomiting everywhere.

  “Bitch, I got eyes everywhere. Let this be a lesson. If I ever find out you cheated on me again, it will be off with your fucking head.” He threw the head back in the bag and dragged me back up the stairs by my hair. He pushed me in the room and I heard him lock the door. I laid on the floor and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I climbed in bed and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was nighttime. It hurt so bad to breathe. I knew that I needed to go to the hospital. The door swung open and Quaadir walked in naked.

  “I need to go to the hospital.”

  “Your ass ain’t going nowhere.” He climbed in between my legs and pushed his dick inside of me. I wasn’t wet so it felt like he was ripping me in two. Once he was in, he started to slowly thrust in and out of me. He wasn’t being rough at all. It was like he was trying to prove a point doing this. I’m not gone lie, he was hitting my spot over and over. It felt good but I couldn’t react because I was in so much pain.

  “How could you do it Keesh?” He was biting my neck so hard, I knew he was drawing blood.

  “I’m sorry, Quaa.”

  “Shut up, don’t say shit to me.”

  Shortly after he came inside of me, he hopped up and walked right back out of the room. I couldn’t believe this shit was happening. I had to get out of this house with this bi-polar motherfucker. I found my phone and sent my girls a text. I texted Momma Peaches, too. I needed her to calm Quaadir down and talk him into letting me go to the hospital. Had I known all this shit would happen, I would have just came home and confronted him about the shit he did. Here this nigga was beating the fuck out of me when he was the one who has been cheating on me.

  Chapter 10- Quaadir

  Method to My Madness

  I’m not trying to hear shit from nobody. For Keesha to go out and have sex with a random ass nigga is some hoe ass shit. Yes, I cheat, but it’s different for a nigga. We dogs it’s in our DNA. A woman is supposed to hold herself to a higher standard. Never stoop low and fuck a nigga out of spite. You will lose each and every fucking time. I don’t care who feels like I’m wrong for fucking her ass up. I’ll do again if she ever pulled a stunt like that again. No matter who I cheat with, I never want her to go out and fuck a random-ass nigga to get back at me. All this beef we got going on, she decides to go to a fucking bar and leave with some random-ass nigga. He could have been setting her dumb ass up. I really don’t even know what made her do some shit like that out of the blue. She don’t know about the Jakia bitch. That’s why I’m even more heated. She just up out of the blue cheated on a nigga. I found out where she was because I have a tracking system on her car. I had a couple of my young niggas go to the bar and then follow her afterwards to the niggas house. As soon as she left, I sent them in to kill that nigga. I wanted them to bring me the head of the only other nigga that knew how my bitch pussy felt. I wanted to make sure he would never feel it again.

  I haven’t touched PCP in years. I’m mad at myself for even smoking that shit. But I needed it to calm my nerves. Keesha kept lying and that made me madder. I had to whoop her ass for this shit, there was no way around it. I have every intention on keeping her locked in that room. I’ll call our personal doctor in the morning to look at her nose. Her shit is definitely broke. Her ass lucky I didn’t break her jaw and wire her shit shut. I could really whoop her ass again for her hoeish-ass behavior.

  The sound of someone banging on the door caused me to jump up and look out the window. It was the seven dwarfs: Tahari, Khia, Barbie, Gucci, Chanel, Dior, and Ta’Jay. I laughed at their asses dressed like they came to fight. I stopped laughing when I saw my mother hop out her car with a steel bat. I couldn’t believe it. They really came to whoop a nigga.

  “Open this motherfucking door right now, Quaadir!” Peaches said as she started to kick on the door. I went straight upstairs. Keesha was putting on her gym shoes.

  “You called your crew and my momma over here?”

  “I had to, Qua. You broke my fucking nose.” She sat down on the bed and started to cry. I had forgot all about them crazy motherfuckers beating down my door. That was, until the bat hit me across my legs.

  “Have you lost your fucking mind, putting your hands on her?” Peaches asked. I never got a chance to answer because the rest of their crazy asses started hitting me.

  “Don’t you ever put your fucking hands on my sister like that?” Tahari said, as she kept hitting me. I swear if I had one of my guns I would shoot their asses. They were all whooping my ass.

  “Oh my God, Keesh. Look at your face. Why you do her like that, Quaa?” Ta’Jay was crying and that fucked me up because we’ve become real close.

  “That’s enough. Y’all kicked his ass enough. Take Keesha to the hospital. I’ll meet y’all up there.” Peaches sat down on the bed and fired up a cigarette. I had pulled my ripped shirt off and held it up to my nose to stop the blood.

  “I can’t believe you beat that girl like that.”

  “She cheated and I caught her ass.”

  “So damn what. Your ass cheat all the time. That don’t give you no right to break her fucking nose or hold her hostage. I hope she get your dumb ass locked back up.”

  “Really, Ma?”

  “Shut the fuck up, Quaadir. As long as you have breathe in your body, don’t you ever do this shit again. I accept a lot from my sons but beating on your woman is something I won’t accept. I’m so fucking disappointed in you. Don’t call me for shit. I’ll call you. Keesha and the girls are coming home with me until you get your shit together.”


  “So you just gone take my family like I ain’t shit.”

  “Nigga, you ain’t shit. If you loved your family you never would have put your hands on Keesha the way you did. Next time, it won’t be a bat it will be my motherfucking gun. Now, play with me if you want to.” Peaches pushed passed me and knocked me into the dresser. I couldn’t do shit but honor what my momma said. I played many games but I knew not to play with her.

  The fact that the bitch Jakia called herself trying to finesse me was funny as shit. All I wanted was the pussy from her thick ass. I never had no words for her ass except “bend that ass over” or “suck that dick just like that, bitch.” That bitch was nothing but something I needed to release some tension while I was locked up. I got something real ugly planned for that bitch.

  Sitting back and thinking about everything. I know that shit wasn’t fair to Keesha because she had really been down for a nigga through thick and thin. I know with Keesha is where I want to be and where my heart is at. I just tend to cheat from time to time. I need to do better by her before I lose her. The fact that she went out and cheated on me lets me know that I’ve already lost a part of her.

  Chapter 11- Tahari

  Putting in Werk

  I couldn’t believe Quaadir had whooped Keesha ass like that. We all know they’re Ike and Tina of the hood but this shit was on another level. I knew Keesha was going to go home and spazz the fuck out on Quaadir. I just never knew the shit would escalate like this. Her ass has three broken ribs, two black eyes, and a broken nose. Not to mention, stitches in her damn lip. I’m so happy we beat Quaadir’s ass. He better hope I calm down by the next time I see his stupid ass. Keesha been crying the whole time we were in the emergency room. I told the rest of the girls to go home. It was late and we all were tired. All I had in this life as far as a blood sister was Keesha and my babies. I needed to be there for her. Ta’Jay was our sister but she had more of a connection to her brothers and her loyalty was also to them. I could never hold it against her because they were in her life before we ever came along. I love her no less, though.

  “Hey, boo. Are you okay?” I kissed Keesha on her jaw waiting for her to be discharged. They wanted to keep her but she refused and said that Peaches was going to take care of her.

  “I fucked up, Ta-Baby,” Keesha said, as she covered her face with her hands.

  “Stop blaming yourself. What Quaadir did was not your fault.”

  “You don’t understand. Last night after I left y’all, I didn’t go home. I went to a bar and I left with a dude I didn’t even know. I had sex with the nigga.” I was shocked because Keesha never even looks at other men.

  “It don’t matter. He never should have laid hands on you like this. Does he even know that you know about the correctional officer bitch?”

  “No. I never got a chance to say anything.” The doctor came in and interrupted our conversation. He handed Keesha her discharge papers and we left the hospital.

  “We have the same blood running through our veins, Keesha. We had a fucked up childhood due to having fucked up parents. It’s okay now. We have each other and I love you. I’m here if you need me for anything. I would never pass judgment on you. With all that has happened, do you still love Quaadir enough to kill the enemies that are out trying to take him down?”

  “I love Quaadir with all my heart. I don’t fuck with him right now, but he’s been there for me. I’m killing anything moving that has the potential to hurt my girls. Quaadir has already hurt me. There ain’t much more he can do to hurt me. I should hate him but I don’t. I’ve never mentioned this to anyone not even him. When I first came here and I found out about y’all, I was so fucked up. He used to say your name in his sleep. It took a lot for me not to kill him or tell Thug that he was still lusting after you. That made me feel so inadequate as a woman, knowing that the man I love has feelings for my sister. One day while he was out, I had packed all me and my kids clothes. I was going back to Atlanta. There was nothing here for me. Quaadir begged and pleaded for me to stay and I did. He’s been on the straight and narrow but now he go to jail and cheat on me. I’m tired of being disrespected. I’m down for whatever we’re about to do to make sure they stay out of jail but me and Quaadir are over, faneto, finished.” Keesha cried so hard as she spoke these words but when she was finished, she wiped her face and held her up high. I just kept quiet because I was in no position, sister or not, to comment on her pain. I was one of the women that added to that and it hurt me to the core. It didn’t matter that we didn’t know each other when it happened. It was the principle of it all. I had sex with her nigga. Nothing will ever change that. A broke heart can forgive but the mind never forgets. We have a wonderful bond now as sisters, but I know she has ill feelings about me having sex with Quaadir. I have absolutely no feelings for Quaadir and I know the feeling is mutual. I don’t believe Keesha for one minute saying that she’s done with him. She’s just upset with him right now. Quaadir knows like I know, he better get his shit together.

  After hearing Dutch’s mother reveal what them motherfuckers were up to, I started to put the first part of my plan into action. Detective Jones was first on my list to get rid of. It had completely slipped my mind that he had gave me those pictures and his card. It was then that I knew I could use that shit to my advantage. Of course, this was a Boss Lady Inc. mission. I wasn’t telling Thug shit and I made sure to tell the rest of the girls not to mention shit to their husbands. Thug had made it perfectly clear that I needed to fall back and let him handle things. Of course, I’m not thinking about Thug’s ass. What the fuck could he or the rest of the crew do on house arrest? I know that I’m doing the right thing by offing these motherfuckers before they get the chance to bring any more harm to us. As bad as I wanted all the girls to be in on my plan, I had to use them at different times. We all couldn’t disappear at the same time. Thug and the rest of the guys would become suspicious. Since their ass have been on house arrest, it’s been hell for all of us. They’re clingy as hell. I used to always want Thug to spend more time with me and the kids, but now I wish his ass had something to do. I’m not going to front, though, it feels good to have more help with the kids. Things have been strained between us because he is still mad at me for getting an abortion. He hasn’t even tried to have sex with me. So, y’all know he pissed the fuck off. But Thug being his feelings is better for me to do what the fuck I have to do. Thug thinks that I don’t know about him having me followed. My slick ass has put his security on my payroll as well. When I’m about to make a move. They know to play the background and fall back. Thug is going to kill my ass for over riding his authority

  I reached out to Detective Jones and we agreed to meet up at his home. I suggested that we meet in a public place in a different town, but he was adamant about meeting at his crib. Detective Jones was a slick motherfucker but what he didn’t know was that I was slicker than him. Malik, Sarge, and Dro were not letting Barbie, Ta’Jay, or Khia out of their sight without asking too many questions. So, Gucci and Chanel would be rolling with me on this one. Baby D was coming home from the hospital and Dior was preparing things for his arrival. This baby had brought her and Dutch so much closer. I have never seen Dutch so calm in my life. I just hope he stays that way. Ain’t nobody got time to be dealing with that crazy nigga that lives inside of him. Hearing that he was molested brings things into perspective in regards to his behavior.

  *****

  “I’m happy that you decided to see things my way. It’s good to know that you value your freedom…unlike your husband,” Detective Jones said as he puffed on a cigar. We were sitting in the living room of a home that he wanted me to believe was his. I had surveillance on him, so I knew this wasn’t where he laid his head.

  “We’re not here to talk about my husband. Let’s get down to what you want from me in order for me to stay out of jail.”

  “Straight down to business. I like that. I see why Thug keeps you around.”

  “Trust me, that’s
not the only reason he keeps me around,” I said seductively, as I reached over and touched his knee. His little ass dick rose instantly. I took it a step further and moved closer to him on the couch. I was all in his personal space. I had this white motherfucker sweating and salivating over me. I grabbed his hand and I slowly eased up my dress so that his hand was directly on my pussy.

  “This is why my husband keeps me around. Now, what is it that I have to do to keep my freedom?” I roughly pushed his hand away and crossed my legs. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Pussy always has a way of fucking up a nigga’s thought process.

  “I want one million dollars and some of that sweet black pussy.” He removed his gun from his waist and set it on the table.

  “I’m not about to have sex with you.”

  “You don’t have a choice. Unless you want your husband to know that you’re working with Chicago’s finest. Bring your ass here, I want to see what your mouth feels like. Suck on my little friend,” he said, trying to sound like Al Pacino. He roughly grabbed my neck and tried to force my head down.

  “How about you suck on my little friend?” Gucci said from behind him, getting both our attention. She had her gun to the back of his head. Without hesitation, I punched his ass hard as hell in the throat. He keeled over in pain. That gave me enough time to put my gloves on before grabbing his gun. This nigga had no idea what he was about to do to himself.

  “You black bitches!”

  “Shut the fuck up you cracker motherfucker!” Chanel said, as she kicked him in his stomach which caused him to fall over on the floor. We stripped him out of all of his clothes until he was naked as the day he was born.

  “This has been one big game to you, Detective. Before we get the games started, let me enlighten your pig ass on some things. I would never make a deal with a devil like you. As far as my husband goes, I would never go against the grain. He is the Boss of all Bosses. I’m the Boss Bitch that stands beside him and handles motherfuckers like you who try to bring harm to him and the rest of the Thug Inc. family.