#SorryNotSorry

Chapter Eleven - Boss Shit

[Song Selection: What Up, What's Happnin - T.I.]

It's 3am and I'm in the living room catching up on "Power" racking my brain like no tomorrow. I go back my years while I was with Cantrell trying to figure out who he was close to and who had it out for me that bad to recruit the sorry son of a bitch. The shit hits me like a ton of fuckin bricks. Tasha. Shatasha Kenshai Nandin. That bitch grew some fuckin balls tryna come for me. Then she recruited Cantrell? Knowing him, he fucked her too I bet. I guess she didn't get the memo when I killed Omari practically in front of her face. OK. Let's see who ends up with the fuckin crown.

Riiing! Riiing!

"What?!" I answer the phone frustrated.

"I'm guessing you figured out who my boss is," Cantrell arrogantly laughed into the phone .

I lit up a cigarette and laughed with him. "You kno what happened to Omari, right? Her kid's father?"

"Yeah. Ya pops handled em. What that gotta do wit me?"

"No, baby, I handled him. Point blank. No mercy. While pregnant. Just think of all the fun and joy I'll have stringing you and her up," I smiled to myself. I was starting to feel like the old me. The unafraid me. I loved that bitch.

It was nearly silent on the phone. "Cantrell? Baby? Did you hang up on your baby muva?" I started laughing even harder into the phone. I really didn't give a sliver of a fuck what would happen by the end of this. Nobody idlely threatens me or mine. Fuck Tasha. Fuck Cantrell.

"Kai don't do this, what about the kids?" Cantrell pleaded. There was one point in time I gave a fuck. Now? I don't need no friendlies.

"Tasha know where to find me, and I know where to find you. Let's see who all goes down. Everybody is a target. Tell anybody and the whole crew goes down instantaneously. Try me my baby," I hung up with a sigh.

I continued to watch my show when Rico came down the stairs and joined me on the couch. "Whatever's about to go down, I don't want you in it, Kai. Shit's gettin too dangerous and I need you. Kamden and I both need you. Baby if something happens to you in all this, I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"I'm already in it, Ric. Did you know about Tasha? Did you know she was coming for me?" I raised up to look him in the eyes. He's never lied to me until recently, so I don't know who to trust right now. Everything feels like it's a dream.

"I knew she had a lil crew or whatever. I didn't know she was gonna come for you though. I thought she was just gonna link with Ghost or Roman," he shrugged.

I believed only half of what was said. I knew he knew about everything. This shit right here is gonna make me go insane. I played it cool though. Not gonna let him see me sweat. Rico must've forgotten we live and work together. He's been skipping studio sessions and shit then lying about where he's been. I had crazy ass Sammy following him. He's working with Tasha too. The bitch had me marked from jump.

"Baby you want a drink?" I ask sweetly as if I'd dtopped the entire subject.

"Sprite, please?" he cheesed.

I pecked his lips before heading to the kitchen to get our drinks. I grabbed my pre-crushed Ambien from the knife drawer and mixed it in Rico's glass before filling my glass with orange juice. I'm not falling for no movie shit where the glasses get switched and shit.

I've been anticipating something like this for a while. I kept the crushed medicine hidden just in case I had to whoop this nigga one good time. Now the takedown.

I switch back into the living room handing the soda to Rico sitting down next to him on the couch. He downed half the glass and sat it on the table with his eyes glued to the TV.

"I can't believe she fucked Shawn man! Ghost gon kill both they asses," he laughed getting into the show.

"Ghost can't really do anything though because he fuckin the cop. They just gonna play themselves in the end," lay on his chest. His heartbeat was starting to slow down and I smiled to myself knowing he would be out in a minute. Glad Kam was with my pops for the weekend

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"What I tell you was gon happen if you cross me!? You thought it was a game? You thought I wasn't gon find out?" I spat pure venom. Can't believe fell for another fuck boy. I guess I have a type. Rico looked at me with a mouth full of blood. I didn't wanna kill him though, It would be too easy.

I twirled the Louisville baseball bat then socked him in the chest feeling his ribs crack. I didn't wanna kill him though, I just had to get my point across. "So you thought it would be a good idea to link with T to take my throne?" I knelt by his side. As the blood poured from his mouth, I couldn't help but to feel bad. I love him. I really love him. The nigga has my heart and shit.

He sat up in the chair remaining silent. Was he really holding this bitch down? I sighed and sank down to the floor across the room locking eyes with the man that was blowing my back out 48 hours ago. "What the fuck does she have over you?" I ask in a nearly defeated tone.

"Kai. Let me go. You're not understanding what's goin on," he spat the blood out.

"You, D and Tayla got me fifty shades of fucked up, Ric," I say getting up as Roman and Sammy brought Darren and Tayla down shoving them in the empty chairs and tying them up.

"I'm helping with this one. You had all the fun with Cantrell," Sammy laughed taking the bags off of their heads.

"Kai! The fuck! Why am I on the shit end?" Darren growled.

"Ask your boss," I smirk.

"Tasha? As in Shatasha? Nandin? Your jealous ass sister?" Sammy petty ass asked playfully. I laughed and looked over at Tayla who didn't say a word. She looked away because she knew she was wrong. The bitch really gon know me today.

"Kai, sustah, I promise you I was doubling up for Ghost. You can even ask him. He had me trackin down your sorry ass baby daddy and when I found out Tasha was coming for you I played like we wasn't coo no more. You know me better than that."

"D, you right. I do know you. I know you lyin too. You was planning this shit with Tasha since you was locked up. Y'all knew I was gon get you out. That's where Rico came in. Rico was the face to get me to believe anything. I wasn't in my right mind. Y'all knew that shit. Y'all thought y'all were playing me? What's my name, bruddah?"

He didn't say anything. He just looked over at Rico and it seemed they were having some sort of silent conversation. I grew even more aggravated and picked up my gun shooting Tayla in the head. "What's my fuckin name?!" I growled.

"Kailar Nicole Nandin," he said through gritted teeth. I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes. I got in his face with my hands on his legs and stared him in the eyes. I was not to be fucked with. "Kai, you gon go too far. I heard what Sam said about you doin Trell in. Where he at?"

I smiled and walked over to the box of fresh ashes sitting it in Darren's lap. He looked up at me in disbelief. He was usually the one I would call for cleanup, but since he's Team Tasha, I did the honor myself. This crematorium was the greatest investment I've ever made. Niggas die everyday in these streets.