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  Can’t Stop the Love of a Boss

  By Toy

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  © 2018

  Published by Leo Sullivan Presents

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.

  From Toy

  I don’t do these often but, I just want to share a few thoughts and thank yous to everyone who has helped me get this far. Although this all started with a dream and a passion, I didn’t get here alone.

  First and foremost, I would like to thank the man above because without him none of this would be possible. I may not be in the church pew every Sunday or know every book of the Bible but, there is no doubt in my mind of how powerful you are in my life.

  I want to thank my family especially my husband/manager/drill sergeant. Although you can pluck my last nerve you never let me slack off or even think about quitting out loud. We’re not perfect but we damn sure fit together perfectly.

  To Ebony Smith aka the heffa lol. We’ve been rocking the long way for a long ass time now. We fuss, argue, and cuss each other out about these characters daily. I’ve learned a lot about the business and myself as an author because of you. Even though I hate to hear you say “Give me more Toy. Why you half assing it?” Lol I do appreciate it. When I come back to Miami you owe me some food just saying.

  To my circle that is so small it should be called a line. Ebony Diamonds, Kelly Marie, Nett Williams, KB Cole I want to thank you ladies for always reading whatever I send to your inboxes and giving me a true honest opinion. Y’all have no idea how many times y’all have encouraged me to keep going when times were hard. It’s going on three years since I started this seriously. My longevity is partly owed to you all for laying me out when I doubt myself.

  To Nejay Drake Dixon you effin rock. I’m still waiting on you to branch out and do ya thang for real.

  To Bebe Mone, Lawrynn Laws and Simone Williams you ladies have helped me tremendously with this book. Your feedback is priceless.

  To Sweets Gray I love ya like your one of my daddy’s outside babies lol. Your energy is still priceless even though your fighting right now. Just know you’re in my prayers everyday.

  To my publisher Leo Sullivan and Tina Nance y’all rock but, mostly Tina lol. Thank you both for working with me and giving me the opportunity to share my gift.

  To my readers y’all amaze me with every book I release. There have been so many times I have tears in my eyes reading the inboxes, statuses, comments, and text messages. My ultimate goal as an author is to make my next book better than my last.

  Chapter 1

  Murder had an attitude as he walked in the club. He would have preferred to be at home chilling after just touching down from the beautiful island of Jamaica. The island was one of his favorites to visit. He especially loved to look at the beautiful, thick women of the island. This time, the trip wasn’t for pleasure; it was strictly business. He had to meet with his Uncle Jimmy to discuss a few new transportation opportunities.

  His Uncle Jimmy had stepped in as Murder’s father figure when his father was murdered. He loved his uncle as if he were his father just for him stepping in when he did. Murder would definitely be in jail or dead if his Uncle had never bothered to take an interest in him.

  “How did the shit go, bro?” Pain asked his friend as he entered their designated section.

  “We’re about to shut the whole city down, nigga. There ain’t shit that’ll be sold in these streets if it’s not our shit. I hope you ready to step up as my right hand,” Murder said as they sat down on one of the couches.

  “If you’re rocking, then I’m rolling. No bullshit,” Pain said, smiling at the excitement of what the future would bring. “Nigga, since you been gone dipping in that island ass, my black ass done found a good girl,” Pain told his lifelong friend.

  “Your hoe ass don’t know what to do with a good girl,” Murder told his boy and laughed.

  Pain wasn’t exactly the relationship type of guy. They had known each other most of their lives. Neither of them were looking to be locked down, so hearing him say he found a good girl threw Murder for a loop.

  “How are you fellas doing tonight?” the bottle girl said as she came over to the two friends sitting on the couch.

  They both looked up at her. She was a cute one. Her body was nice, but it could’ve been better was the thought that came to Murder’s mind. Pain, on the other hand, was thinking of how she would look better if she was face down ass up in front of him right now.

  “Damn, beautiful, my night would be hella better if you tell me what time you go on break,” Pain flirted.

  Murder just shook his head because just that quick, this nigga had forgotten all about his so-called good girl. Murder watched as the bottle girl giggled and soaked up all the lies Pain was telling her.

  “I can go on break if I sell all these bottles,” she said and pointed to the five bottles she had on the tray.

  Pain dug in his pocket and pulled out a stack of hundreds. Standing up, he took the hundreds and slid them between her average sized breasts. He was sure to squeeze one of them just to see how she would react. Seeing her smile and bite her bottom lip let him know she was damn sure down for whatever. He watched her ass while she walked away.

  “Nigga, didn’t you just tell me you met a good girl? I know damn well that wasn’t who you were talking about,” Murder said laughing.

  “Nah, that ain’t her. She said she was coming, but she don’t do clubs and shit like that,” Pain said.

  Murder looked at his friend like he was crazy. He felt bad for whoever this chick was that Pain was talking about. His boy was his brother, no doubt, but right now Murder thanked the lord he didn’t have a sister.

  “How you know she’s not here already? She could be. What you gonna do if she comes when you out there fucking the bottle hoe?” Murder asked just to see if this fool had any kind of plan.

  “Shit, she’ll be alright until I get back. She knows better than to entertain any other nigga,” Pain said.

  “So, she’s ya girl or something?” Murder asked.

  “Hell yeah, that’s all me. She knows I’ll fuck her up for doing some shit like entertaining another nigga. As far as she knows, I’m a loyal nigga,” Pain said.

  Murder wasn’t gonna try to figure out the logic in what Pain had just said, so he left it alone. Knowing that he had a trail of women he could call on at any time himself didn’t exactly make him one to preach to his friend. The difference was that Murder would never let one of his hoes think that they were any kind of couple. He let it be known that they were a couple of people looking for a good nut. There was no reason for him to lie to any of them. He had seen firsthand how it was when a woman got too attached. Murder didn’t need that in his life right now.

  The bottle girl came back over, grabbed Pain’s hand, and led him out of their section.

  “I’ll be back,” Pain said and gave Murder a pound.

  “Do you, nigga,” Murder said.

  Murder stood in their section looking down at the dance floor. No doubt there were beautiful women out tonight. He could’ve easily just snatched up some chick and took her ass to the parking lot to fuck the dog shit out of her. For some reason, right now, he wasn’t feeling the ‘just a fuck’ thing tonight. That’s when he
saw her. He had never seen her before. Yes, he had been out of town for four months, but damn.

  Who the fuck is she? Murder thought. She was swaying to the music in her yellow dress that was cut at an angle at the bottom. Her right long, sexy leg was out for everyone to see.

  On a mission, Murder tossed the rest of his drink back before he made his way to her. He walked fast but not too fast. Once he got to the floor, it felt like the crowd on the dance floor parted, giving him a direct path. He didn’t hear anything or see anything but her.

  Her back was to him, so she had no idea that she was about to be wrapped up. Murder got to her and wrapped his arms around her. Not paying the tempo of the music any mind, they swayed from left to right. She was shorter than him, but not by a lot. In his mind she fit just perfectly.

  The feeling of strong hands holding her tight along with the drinks and weed she had consumed all night had her floating. She could feel the stranger caressing her right leg as he ground his hard dick into the top of her ass. Instead of fighting the feelings or concentrating on the disappointment of being stood up tonight, she went with the flow. She laid her head back, closing her eyes and relaxing in a stranger’s arms. She could feel his nose caressing her exposed neck.

  “You smell fucking delicious, shawty,” the stranger told her before kissing and licking on her neck.

  She could only moan in response to what he said. Her damn panties were wet, but she wrote it off as a side effect of the drinks and weed. There was no way she came to a club to meet up with her fresh new boyfriend, and here she was being a hoe on the dance floor for a nigga she hadn’t even seen yet. Her mind fought with her and had finally won the battle. She removed his hands from her waist just to rush off to the bathroom like she was in dire need of using it.

  “What the fuck are you trying to do? Who the fuck was that?” she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. “Lord, please don’t let me be a big old hoe tonight,” she prayed.

  When Lawrynn came out tonight, she intended to chill with her boyfriend and meet his best friend for the first time. Pain was the apple of Lawrynn’s eye. They met at the laundry mat when her dryer had gone out. He helped her with her clothes, sweet talking the whole time she was there. They exchanged phone numbers, and things were off to a good start. Agreeing to come to the club was her way of trying to compromise and do new things at the same time.

  “It has to be this damn dress,” she mumbled to herself.

  She knew she shouldn’t have taken her cousin’s word when she told her the dress was just right for her to wear to the club. Now, here she was hiding in the bathroom from a stranger. Deciding it was best for her to just go home, she gathered herself and opened the door with hopes of escaping the club and the stranger she never saw. She was almost to the door when she heard her name called.

  “Yo, Lawrynn. How long you been here?” she heard her boyfriend, Pain, ask as she turned around.

  “I’ve been here. You’re the one just getting here,” she said with an attitude.

  “My bad, baby. I got caught up in some shit. Damn, you look good as fuck. You can’t wear that shit again, though. I can’t have niggas out here trying to snatch you away from me when we just got shit rolling good with us. Come up to our section so you can meet my brother from another,” he told her and grabbed her hand without waiting for her to respond.

  Pain lead her to the section above the dance floor. There was definitely more room up there, Lawrynn noticed.

  “Babygirl, this is my brother from another, Murder. Murder, this is my good girl, Lawrynn,” Pain introduced them.

  “Hi, nice to meet you,” Lawrynn said.

  What the fuck? Oh, hell nah is the first thing that came to Murder’s mind. How the hell did he almost fuck his homie’s girl on the dance floor? He nodded, understanding that her relationship with Pain was the reason she took off for the bathroom so damn fast. He also understood that she was his man’s woman even if the nigga didn’t deserve her.

  “Nice to meet you, shawty. I’m out, man,” Murder said then dapped up Pain before leaving the club.

  “I guess he doesn’t like me,” she told Pain.

  “Nah, it ain’t nothing like that. He’s just a complicated nigga, that’s all,” Pain told her.

  Lawrynn took a seat on the couch. All of a sudden, the way that Murder guy said the word shawty played in her head over and over. He sounded familiar, but she knew she had never met him before. She brushed it off and decided she needed to stop drinking for the night.

  Chapter 2

  Lawrynn sat on the trunk of the car waiting for Pain to bring his ass so they could go to her mother’s cookout. They had been together for almost two years now. Things were lovely as far as she could tell. There weren’t any signs of him creeping or entertaining other women, which was both surprising and refreshing to Lawrynn.

  Her last boyfriend had left a bad taste in her mouth with having women call or approach her to tell her what they had been doing with her man. When that relationship ended, she told herself she would never subject herself to that kind of torture ever again. She tried to stay on her p’s and q’s to spot anything before she could be blindsided like she was before.

  About a year later, she met Patrick “Pain” Gordon. Pain was the right hand to the man around town. He was more so the calm one of the two. She had been seeing him around town for as long as she could remember, but it wasn’t until the day her dryer went out while she was washing clothes that she met Pain. She was struggling to get the heavy-ass, wet clothes into the laundry mat that was next to the barbershop where Pain got his hair cut. He came out and saw her struggling.

  After offering help, he stuck around and chopped it up with her while her clothes dried. He was sure to get her phone number before she pulled off that day. Since then, they had been stuck together like a stripper’s ass to a pole.

  “You riding on the trunk, or are you getting ya ass in the car?” Pain asked, bringing her out of her trip down memory lane.

  The whole being an asshole when talking to her was something new that she was trying hard to deal with.

  “All you had to say was that you were ready. Keep all that extra shit to ya self,” she said as she got off the trunk to get in the car.

  She couldn’t stand how he talked to her sometimes. In her mind, he was just being an asshole. Arguing was not what she wanted to do, especially not on the way to her mother’s house. The last thing she needed was her brothers, uncles, and cousins looking at Pain sideways behind a dumb ass argument. He had never done anything that would make her call them to beat his ass but, the way she saw it was that he was still a nigga. Niggas did dumb shit, thinking they would never get caught. She hadn’t seen that side in Pain, but she always knew it was a possibility with him. Where is the nigga that I can truly say will be all about me?

  “Did you hear me? Where ya mind at today yo?” Pain asked her.

  “Nah, I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” she asked.

  “Murder is coming through, is that alright?” he asked.

  “I guess. You already told him to come, so why even ask me?” she answered, rolling her eyes.

  She wasn’t happy that Murder was coming. Whenever he was around, he acted like he was mad at her for something. She couldn’t remember doing anything that could make him mad at her every time he saw her. Eventually, she stopped asking him what his problem was with her. He would never answer her anyway. It was either him ignoring her altogether or him lying and saying he didn’t have a problem with her. She could tell he had some type of beef with her, but she never could figure out what.

  Maurice ‘Murder’ Jackson wasn’t the friendliest nigga in the hood. He got the name Murder because that was what he was known for. Pain would beat the shit out of somebody to prove a point. Murder, on the other hand, would just kill ya and get shit over with. He was weird as hell to Lawrynn. At times, he would just stand there looking at her. He never looked at her like the creepy guy at the corner store,
but he looked at her. If he never talked to her or even liked her, why would he come to her mother’s cookout in the first place?

  She pushed the questions she had to the back of her mind and focused on enjoying her day.

  “’Bout time your ass got here, heffa,” Lawrynn’s cousin, Nell, said as they made their way to the back yard.

  “I had to wait on the metrosexual,” she said, looking at Pain’s back.

  They both laughed because they always called him a metrosexual behind his back. He always took forever to get ready for anything. Pain was the only guy she knew who had to have an outfit matching from head to toe just to go play basketball. He could dress his ass off; he was just extra as hell with it.

  “Keep on, he’s gonna lay your ass out,” Nell said and laughed.

  “Do I look like I give a fuck?” Lawrynn responded with a laugh of her own. “He said that Murder was coming through,” she told her cousin.

  “Oh hell, I’m gonna have to take a drink or three then. That nigga scares me. He always walking around looking evil as fuck, then on top of that, he don’t talk. All the years I’ve been seeing him around, I never heard him say one fucking word. Not hi or what’s up, none of that. That shit ain’t right. He’s one of those crazy ones. Watch what I say,” Nell said. “Oh, since we’re announcing who’s coming. your cousin Nikki’s coming, so keep an eye on Pain’s ass,” Nell said seriously.

  Nikki was the cousin who had to try her hand with everybody’s man. She never dealt with a nigga who was single, claiming there wasn’t a challenge in it. There was no limit on who she would try either. A few years ago, she tried her hand with one of her father’s married friends. When the man’s wife found out, Nikki thought her father was going to have her back in the situation. She found out that she was sadly mistaken when her father told her ‘if you’re gonna try your hand with another woman’s husband, you might want to take some boxing classes.’