Bossed Up By A Billionaire Thug Page 13

  “Hello.” Vash answered.

  “THIS FUCKING BITCH JUST JUMPED ON ME AT THE ICE CREAM SHOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  “Wait, bitch, which ice cream shop?” Vash screamed. I told her my exact location, and she told me she was around the corner and on her way.

  “This nigga spit in my face, Vash! HE SPIT IN MY FACE! LYING ON MY NAME!” I screamed, as the tears poured down my face. I was shaking so bad, because I was angry. I was angry with everybody, because I felt like only people I had was my bitches, but they had their own lives to live. My baby daddy wasn’t shit, he wasn’t claiming my kid, because he thought I was out here being a hoe ass trick. I just felt so alone, and I wanted to kill that bitch for fighting me with my unborn in my belly. I was sliding her as soon as I dropped my load, I swear on my unborn. A black on black Escalade pulled up and Vash hopped out.

  “You okay, pooh?” She frowned, looking me up and down.

  “Nah, I’m fucking heated, bitch. This nigga spit in my face, bitch, my fucking face, bro! Like, I don’t deserve no shit like that!” I growled.

  “You need to calm down, you pregnant, lil sis. Stop putting more stress on yo lil man. We need to get you to the hospital.” Shyloh tried to coax me. I shook my head no.

  “Hell no, I’m good.” I lied. I was panicking, but I was trying to remain strong. I didn’t want to think something was wrong with my baby. I felt like I was okay, but I wasn’t, it was hard to explain. The bitch had slashed my tires, so I had to leave my car there, and hop in the car with them. We drove to Vash’s house, and I sat in the backseat, trying to chill the fuck out. Shyloh was on the phone with somebody, talking calmly, and I ignored them completely, going to Vash’s room upstairs, to strip and scrub my skin raw. I ended up in Vash’s bed, trying to calm myself down and take a nap.

  I woke up in so much pain. Felt like I was having contractions, and it was way too early for my baby to arrive. As soon as I stood up, it got worse, and I started crying.

  “VASHAE!” I screamed, as my voice cracked. She came running in the room with Shyloh right behind her.

  “What’s wrong?” She ran up to me.

  “I’m going into labor or something, I feel like I’m having contractions.” I cried. Shyloh swooped me up so damn fast, before we ran out to the truck, him placing me in the backseat. I was crying and praying to God my baby was okay.

  When we got to the hospital, thankfully, they were able to stop me from going into premature labor. My baby was okay, thank the Lord, and they were keeping me overnight. Vash and Brie were staying the night with me. Brie came in with tears in her eyes.

  “Oh my goodness, are you okay, friend?” She asked.

  “Yes, boo.” I smiled at her.

  “Oh my Lord. Vash called and told me everything, and when I see this coward, I’m going to run him over with my car.” She spat. I chuckled at her, before drifting off to sleep.

  When I woke up, I heard a familiar tiny voice. I thought for a minute I was dreaming, but when I woke up, and saw my pumpkin patch with a huge fro, I knew I wasn’t. She had a huge smile, and her front tooth was missing.

  “Hi, pretty girl.” I smiled at her.

  “I’ve missed you.” She gave me a hug.

  “Aww, I’ve missed you too, sunshine.” I told her.

  “I’ve been waiting on you to come to my daddy’s house. But he said that you been really busy lately.” She said, sadly.

  “Aww, I’m never too busy for you, princess.” I told her. Looking around the room, it was just her, and I was delighted to have her. For an hour, she sat there playing in my hair, telling me how pretty it was. I ended up putting hers to the back, in one French braid, as she told me how much she missed me and how she loved that she was staying with her daddy all the time now.

  “You hungry?” E’mauri walked in asking. His hair was in two frizzy French braids, but he had a skully cap on, and he was in a navy blue Nike sweat suit.

  “Yes, Daddy. What did you bring us?” She smiled.

  “I got you some McDonald’s,” he handed it to her, and she instantly started opening her kid’s meal. He put this plastic bag in front of me, and I pulled out the food. It was a damn salad bowl, with no meat or nothing. I frowned.

  “What is this?” I asked him.

  “A salad.” Mauni answered, and E’mauri chuckled.

  “I know that, but I’m not eating this, especially no salad from McDonald’s.” I told him.

  “The doctor told me everything, man, and obviously, you ain’t been eating right, since you got high blood pressure, and you damn near diabetic.” He snapped.

  “Since when the fuck do you care?” I snarled at him, before realizing I cussed in front of baby girl. He just stared at me, and I rolled my eyes.

  “We not having this discussion in front of her.” He stated.

  “We don’t have to have it, period. You already said how you felt, and I told you there’s no need for that, but you obviously think there is. I’m not letting you swab my child, period.” I snapped, I was tired of motherfuckers trying me like I was out here spreading my pussy wide and dropping it low.

  “Come on, baby girl, it’s time to say bye to Nia.” He stood up.

  “Awww, Daddy.” She whined.

  “Mani, let’s go. I’ll bring you back tomorrow after school.” He stressed.

  “Aww, you started school? How do you like it, baby girl? Did you make any friends?” My heart instantly dropped. She started school, and I wasn’t there for her.

  “My first day is tomorrow.” She whined.

  “Oh my goodness. Well, we gotta make sure your hair is pretty. That braid is just not going to do. Bring her hair stuff up here, Lucci.” I told him. He frowned at me.

  “You can do her hair tomorrow or something, but you need to rest up.” He clenched his jaw.

  “No, I can do the braids here. Let me get a comb, and then you just put the barrettes on it in the morning.” I told him. He just mugged the shit outta me. I pushed my call light on and asked for a comb. She got me one quick, and I told baby girl to come on and continue eating, as I sat up in the bed. E’mauri didn’t say shit, he just walked off. I told her to make sure she wore one of her bows that we got from PrettyBowsByTiara.

  I spent the day with my baby girl, making sure she her hair was pretty. The stuff she was telling me had me feeling some type of way. Her mom was allowing her boyfriend to whoop her, and do inappropriate shit. Mauni was a good kid, so in my eyes, she didn’t even need no whooping. I was livid as she told me how they manipulated her little mind to believe that her daddy would leave her with them if she told anyone. But she said she told her daddy, and her daddy promised her she wasn’t never going back.

  He came to get her, and brought me some stuffed baked chicken with broccoli, and some type of sauce on top of it with mushrooms and onions. It was good as hell, I thanked him, and then sat there all night by myself. Finally, around eleven, Au’Brielle came up with her comfy gear on. She said the security guard let her in, and she knew the front desk girl, so she was staying the night with me.

  “How are you feeling now that you’ve seen him?” She asked.

  “Hot and fucking bothered. No, honestly, I miss the hell out of him and baby girl. But I’m just tired of people assuming the worst outta me. I never gave him a reason to doubt my trust, but for him to say he wants a blood test on our child, is like a slap in the face. That’s basically calling me a whore.” I snapped. She nodded.

  “Maybe you guys should just take a minute to understand each other’s perspectives. I mean, you told him you went to chill with your ex, who did you dirty three times. Then he kissed you, and I know you have your reasons, so why don’t you just lay it all on the table and then go from there? Honestly put yourself in his shoes, how would you feel if he was chilling with his ex, three times at that, and she kissed him, and he popped up pregnant.” She stated.

  “Well, you get what I’m saying.” She laughed, after she realized what she sa
id.

  “You’re right. You’re so right, and I’m gon’ talk to him.” I told her. She nodded.

  “Good, now let’s get some rest.” She smiled.

  Sixteen ~ Kenzo

  “I just need you to show me how to love you and treat you. I need you to be patient with me, Angel, and know how hard this shit is for me just telling you all the shit right now, that I ain’t ever told nobody.” I kissed her.

  “You don’t know how much I appreciate that. I’m thankful that you’re opening up to me, and I hope you understand that this is why I’m here. I’m here for you, Kenzo, and you don’t have to deal with everything alone. I’m your woman, and I’m by your side. I’m not perfect, but all I can do is try.” She looked me in my eyes.

  “You perfect in my eyes.” I told her.

  “I think the same about you, I just wish you could see what I see.” She gave me a small smile.

  Ever since that night I went to express myself to Au’Brielle, shit been going straight. I had been honestly just treating her like the queen she was. Shit was going good, until we went to the event, and her pops walked up to us, introducing himself. He wanted to have dinner with us today, so that he could get acquainted with me, and catch up with Angel. I ain’t really give a fuck, everybody knew this nigga was as slimy as they got. Then had the nerve to be into politics and shit. Wasn’t nobody fucking with him, or voting for his sorry ass. I had on this hot ass sweater, and my baby had on a pencil skirt, with a long sleeved, off the shoulder shirt. Her hair was pressed out, and her tattoo was slightly exposed. She looked beautiful.

  “Damn, could you be anymore perfect?” I asked her. She smiled. As we walked out and to my whip, she was acting all nervous. I chuckled seeing her antsy in her seat.

  “You good, baby?” I asked.

  “No, I told my mother about it, and she said she’d be there too. I’m just nervous to see how this is all going to play out.” She said. I nodded. She had explained the situation to me, and her daddy was a foul ass nigga.

  “Everything gon’ play out exactly how it’s supposed to. Just relax.” I told her. She gave me a small smile, and just nodded. When we pulled up, we walked in hand and hand, and I had to chuckle at her pops and his woman. They were both black, and stuck up as hell. Homegirl sanitized her hands after touching mine. I chuckled as we sat down.

  “Well, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Mr. Scott greeted. I just nodded. Ain’t no need in faking shit with this nigga, I was only sitting here cause of my girl.

  “Oh, wow. Fine boy you got here.” Her stepmom said.

  “I’m a grown man.” I told her. Her eyebrows raised to the damn ceiling.

  “La’Kenzo and I met the tattoo shop I work at.” Angel started, and Mrs. Scott started laughing.

  “La’Kenzo?” I was about to put this old bitch in her place, but her father interrupted.

  “Yeah, La’Kenzo. Nice name, right?” Her father scoffed. She shrugged.

  “Well, what is it that you do exactly, Mr. La’Kenzo?” She asked.

  “I’m a business man.” I told her, simply. I ain’t have to lay down everything on the line to this stuck up broad. Fuck her.

  “A business man? What exact business do you own?” She asked.

  “Several. Ask your husband, he’s aware of me, and all of my businesses.” I told her. She scoffed.

  “Honey, my husband only affiliates himself with some of the wealthiest men. It must’ve been a small business investment. For the community, of course, which one exactly?” She inquired. I chuckled, ready to bounce.

  “As he just stated. He owns several businesses, obviously, he wishes not to disclose which ones, which is his right to do so.” My baby snapped for me. I smirked, because I was shocked as fuck to know my girl would snap at her folks like that.

  “Au’Brielle.” Her stepmother started.

  “Oh, I forgot to mention a special guest was coming. I’m sure you both are familiar with her.” Brielle stood up, hugging her mother.

  “Hello. Mr. and Mrs. Scott. I wish I could say it was a pleasure to see you guys again, but that would be lying.” This brown lady walked up saying. Her father looked like he’d seen a ghost, while her stepmom looked so damn evil, her eyes turned to slits.

  “Hey, Momma.” Au’Brielle greeted.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Her stepmom stood up.

  “My baby girl wanted me to meet her boyfriend, and I told her I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

  “I’m Aubrey, Au’Brielle’s mother.” She shook my hand, smiling, as she took a seat on the other side of Au’Brielle.

  “You need to do something about this, how is she just going to sit here?” Her stepmom started, but Miss Aubrey cut her ass off.

  “Sit here and what? Sit here and be here for my daughter, when y’all took the right from me a long time ago? Sit here and look you in the eye and compose myself? I wanna beat the fuck outta you, but I know you a police ass bitch. But now y’all have to deal with the fact that I’m in my daughter’s life, and y’all have to watch our relationship thrive. Everything that you thought you could prevent, didn’t work, you evil ass, bitch!” Her mother spat.

  “This conversation, and lunch, is over.” Her stepmom snapped. I chuckled.

  “You come here with this hood nigga, who’s only going to bring you down, and this gutter rat, I’ve protected you from your entire life. I feel bad for you. Your life is only going down from here.” She spoke.

  “Don’t disrespect my man and my mother.” Au’Brielle defended.

  “Excuse me?” Her stepmom said.

  “You heard me. Y’all been doing this too long, and I’m an adult now.” Au’Brielle started.

  “You not about to talk to her like.” Her dad butted in.

  “And she’s not about to talk to them like.” Au’Brielle bucked.

  “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, Au’Brielle?” Her dad barked. Nigga was getting too loud for me.

  “It’s very clear, I was talking to her, but you-” Au’Brielle started.

  “Don’t disrespect me like that. You know fucking better.” Her daddy started.

  “She just sat here, and-” Angel rebutted, and her father stood with his vein popping out.

  “You didn’t hear me?! I just fucking told you.” He stood up, and towered over her, I stood up too, towering over him. We not doing that shit, he wasn’t about to keep coming at her sideways. I was trying to let him rock, but the way he talked as if he was God or something, he had me fucked up.

  “We’re all adults here. Let’s try addressing each other as such.” I tried to reason with them. I wanted to deck this old motherfucker in the jaw, but I held back, for my baby’s sake.

  “There’s nothing to address here. Let’s go.” Mrs. Scott told him. He stared at me, and pulled me to the side. I stared at him blankly, knowing some bullshit was about to spew from his mouth.

  “La’Kenzo Rogers. I know all about you, your criminal history, and how you washed your illegal money, and washed it. Investing in anything you could get your hands on, thanks to your brother from another mother, Kentrell Rockwell. See, I see you, we cut from the same cloth, son. Now, I can make your life miserable, or you can work with me. I can make you even more money than you’re already making, but you gonna have to leave Au’Brielle alone. See, she’s still in love with Aaron, and they’re destined to be together. You just an experiment.” Her father told me. I took in all that he said and nodded.

  “You done?” I asked.

  “No. But you will be soon.” He chuckled, patting my shoulder and walking off.

  “If you know me, Mr. Scott, then you know not to underestimate me, nor my pull. If you knew what was best for you, you’d keep it pushing.” I told him. He just stopped and stared at me, before continued to his rolls Royce. I shook my head before heading back to the table. Au’Brielle was looking different, but her mom apologized, and we continued to have lunch without them. Her mom was cool as fuc
k, and she instantly loved a nigga.

  When we were heading to the crib, Au’Brielle was silent as hell. We went to my crib and I went to check my fucking emails and shit. I always had some shit going on in my emails. Shit, I was grateful to be a silent partner in a lot of my businesses. A nigga had always been lowkey, I just didn’t like people. Motherfuckers were shady, and couldn’t be trusted, so I just chose not to deal with them.

  It was a good two hours before I got through going over all my emails and wrapping up a few phone calls. I was trying to map shit out on my calendar as I was on the calls. I finished up, and then headed upstairs to see Au’Brielle curled up in the bed in her shorts and a sports bra. I climbed in the bed behind her, holding her. I kissed her on the cheek.

  “You good?” I asked her.

  “Yeah, of course.” She smiled.

  “Why you lying to me?” I asked her.

  “I just don’t get what I did to deserve the parents I was dealt. Granted, I’m grateful for finding my mother, but I’m starting to think that she just wants to use me too. She stay asking for money, and it’s always an excuse.” She confided in me.

  “Why you ain’t been told me this?” I asked her. She shrugged. It’s fucked up to think you were losing out on a relationship with someone your entire life, only to realize you weren’t missing shit but an opportunist.

  “Because I just realized it when she just hit me with a text as I was laying here.” She told me. I just kissed her back.

  “It’s alright, baby. I got something that’ll cheer you up.” I stood up, and grabbed the three building keys on a key ring. She frowned.

  “What is this?” She asked, as I tossed them to her.

  “I guess you gotta wait to find out tomorrow, birthday girl.” I chuckled. She frowned at me, before jumping off the bed and into my arms. Held her thick ass up by her ass, as she tongued me down, instantly making me hard as concrete. She started sucking on my neck, as I stood there ready to pipe her ass down.

  “Put me to sleep, bae.” She moaned in my ear. Au’Brielle was freaky as hell, and I loved that shit. She wasn’t afraid to take control, she wasn’t afraid to tell me what she wanted, and how she wanted it, and that’s what always had a nigga dick on brick. Just the sight of her innocent ass had me ready, but knowing that she was freaky just for me behind closed doors, just took that shit next level. Wasn’t nothing like it.