A Carolina Thug Showed Her Love: Caught By a Boss

By Jessica M.

At twenty-five years old, Rainbow (Bow) Fuller was living her best life. Going to nursing school, swiping unlimited black cards, rocking the latest fashions and cruising in the finest rides, Rainbow's life finally matched her name; bright and full of life.
Being dealt a bad hand at an early age, she was ready for what life had to offer to a once nobody like herself. Being born to crack addicted parents in one of the dirtiest hoods in Spartanburg, South Carolina, Rainbow was doomed from the start until she met the suave playboy and bar owner by the name of Kassious Brown. From the time she meets Kassious, he introduces her to the good life. But little did she know, the good life came with a price.
Upgraded from the hood to the hills, one would think Rainbow had it made. The saying 'everything that glitters isn't gold' rang true once she began to discover exactly who her knight in shining armor really was.
Knox St. James could run with the best of them, but doing a ten-year bid in prison he vowed to follow the law, get a legit job and build a relationship with his teenage daughter. While it all sounded like a good plan, we all know that just because we plan to do right doesn't mean it always goes that way. A chance encounter with the beautiful Rainbow Fuller detours his plans like never before.
While trying to stay from behind bars and follow the law, something about Rainbow continues to draw him in, even though he knows dealing with her could cause him his freedom and a bunch of problems with her man, Kassious. While Knox knows in his mind the safe and smart thing to do is to leave Rainbow Fuller alone, it was something about her that continued to pull him in.As the saying goes, 'the heart wants what the heart wants' and come hell or high water, Rainbow was willing to risk it all for the Carolina Thug That Showed Her Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Sep 18, 2019
• ISBN: 9781648402555

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Prologue

Rainbow Fuller

Man, get the fuck from in front of my damn house with that bullshit!

Nigga please! She gon’ know TODAY! I’m tired of this shit KB!

Hearing the yelling that was coming from outside, I threw the sheet from over my naked body.

Who was the agitated female?

Her voice was familiar.

Very familiar if I might add.

Being woken up out of my sleep had me discombobulated, so I couldn’t put a face with the voice right now.

Easing out of bed in the dark, careful not to flick on a light and capture their attention, I was able to stumble over to where I left my cell in my purse over at my personal desk. Feeling around inside my oversized Birkin bag like I was on a scavenger hunt, I finally yanked it out to see the time.

Lifting my phone, it read 4:12.

4:12 in the damn morning!

Who the hell is Kassious going back and forth with at this time of night? Shit, morning I meant!

I was a pretty calm and laid back type of chick for the most part and that’s what Kassious always claimed drew him to me. He said he hated a female that was ghetto and talked too damn much. His words, not mine. That statement may seem like a compliment to most, but in my eyes it made me feel weak. But, I was anything but. I just felt like everything wasn’t worth my energy or my peace of mind. I chose my battles wisely here of late. Where I was trying to go bullshit was kept at a minimum. Everything and everybody didn’t deserve a response from me, but this shit right here, a bitch at my door, this time of the morning, was about to get dealt with. There was just some shit that was a no-no in my book and this shit here, fell directly under the guidelines.

Using my cell phone light, I snatched my Lunya, pale pink, cotton, knee length robe that hung loosely over the computer chair to cover my chilly body. Swiftly, snatching the ties from each side, I yanked them tightly together, carefully being sure every inch of my nakedness was covered. Sliding my feet in my Givenchy slides, and pushing my bushy, untamed hair out my face, I hurried down the staircase to see exactly what was going on.

Reaching the entrance of our door, it was slightly ajar where I could hear them talking. Well, not exactly talking; it was more like yelling, pushing and shoving on the chick’s part. Kassious towered over her body looking down on her like he was God in human form, so I was unable to see exactly who the chick was that was so upset. Whoever she was, she drove a nice ass charcoal gray Audi, with nice wheels. Still, that didn’t give me the slightest clue to who it was. They were a little ways down the driveway, so unless I moved in closer, I wouldn’t know who he was fighting with.

Kassious was a man of power and females had been the number one issue in our seven-year relationship. Not only did he have that thug exterior with his smooth, chocolate skin, tattoo covered body, and six-foot build, he was smart as hell. Kassious was good with numbers and had the mind of a machine. Many wondered how a nigga like Kassious Brown, who was born and bred in the hood, could be where he was today. That was simple! It was his go getter spirit, to go hard or go home motto that landed him the self-made millionaire he was today.

Chicks were always vying for his attention thinking that just one night with the self-made millionaire, Kassious KB Brown, would be their come up. No matter how many women approached me about my man being our man, his suave ass always knew what to do to woo me back into his good graces.

This time around was going to be different.

I felt it in my bones.

This had never happened.

A bitch at our door! Hell no!

She was important. Technically, I didn’t even know who she was, but she knew where we laid our heads and that was a dead giveaway that this hoe was somebody.

Well here goes nothing.

Stepping through the front door and moving a ways down the driveway, I called out to my man, Kass.

All obscenities along with all movements ceased as he quickly turned on his heels heading in my direction.

And then I saw it.

I mean, I saw her.

Not only her, but she had two damn baby carriers to the side of her.

Nadia.

I should’ve known it was Nadia. We talked at least once a week. No wonder the voice was so familiar, but the anger that spewed from her mouth was the reason I didn’t recognize her voice. Plus, this wasn’t the car I was used to seeing her in.

With eyes glued on the baby carriers and the woman I’ve known as his business accountant and financial advisor for the past seven years, there stood the beautiful, Nadia Dylan. Why was she here? Mad? Insisting she’d know TODAY, her very own words, not mine. Know what today exactly? And was I the she that she was referring to? My brain conjured up all these questions instantly sparking a deadly headache.

She had been here, at our house, numerous times for breakfast, lunch and dinner, like family. Hell, she was family in my eyes. I gave her a baby shower right here, only a few months ago in our massive back yard with her colleagues and what little family she did have since the twins’ father was a dick head, as she often referred to him. She claimed they met out of town at a business convention, linked up, and boom, a few months later she found out she was pregnant. She cried on my shoulder for days claiming there was no way she had time to raise two kids at the same time and alone. I thought we were cool. Best friends? No, but we knew we could call on one another if we needed to. Plus, I figured any female that spent time with my man as much as Nadia did I should get to know. Right?

Nadia was beautiful. With an Asian mother and black father, she was often referred to as my Blasian Barbie homie. Her olive skin was blemish free. She had the perfect body with a plump ass, nice tits and a flat belly every woman would pay for if they could afford it. Even after having twin girls only three months ago, she was back to her perfect shape. If you asked me, the few pounds she did gain made her look even better than she did before.

But why was Nadia here with her kids this time of the morning?

Why were they fussing?

They were like brother and sister. I already knew that. They were close because she managed his money, but rightfully so. I got that. I wasn’t a lame, nor was I insecure that Nadia was an intricate part of his life.

But this right here had me nervous. Her vibe was different and she was definitely angry. I’d been around long enough to witness their many spats about his spending habits, but this, it was not the same.

Bae, go back inside, KB stated calmly, gently nudging me back towards our house, but I wasn’t going so easily.

I wanted to know what was up. In my gut I already knew, but I wanted to hear it.

No! I needed to hear it.

One thing about Kassious Brown was his ass was never calm, so him talking all smooth and shit was another red flag that things were definitely about to get real around this bitch.

Jerking away from his grasp, my eyes landed on Nadia again who now had her hand propped on her hip while watching me and Kass in the distance like a bad movie that you were amped up to see, but ended up being horrible and not worth the time or money you gave to it.

Aye, chill out and go the fuck back in the house man. This time his voice was much sterner than before, but low enough that only I could hear him.

Here he is, the real Kassious Brown, with the wrinkled forehead when he was pissed and the foam seeping from the corners of his mouth like an angry pit bull ready to attack.

No! I yelled, easing around his body stalking towards Nadia. Telling Kass no might come with repercussions later, but right now I wasn’t going anywhere until someone gave me what I needed.

Answers.

We, as in Nadia and I, were just on the phone the other day laughing it up, trying to fit a lunch date in our oh so busy schedules. So nah, she was talking and right damn now.

Before I could get within two feet of Nadia, Kassious jerked my arm so hard my shit felt broken, causing tears to form in my eyes. Fuck crying though, Nadia was about to tell me what was going on and why the fuck she was at my house, with the twins, at four in the fuckin’ morning.

Holding a tight grip on my aching arm, I yelled since Kassious had managed to grip my waist, trying to stop me from reaching Nadia once he realized I was in pain.

WHAT IS THIS NADIA? I demanded.

She didn’t speak. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on Kassious like she expected him to answer me.

BITCH, YOU TELL ME AND TELL ME NOW! YOU’VE BEEN AT MY HOUSE EATING AND CHILLIN’ LIKE WE WERE FAM! I BOUGHT THINGS FOR YOUR GIRLS! I THREW YOUR ASS A BABY SHOWER SINCE YOUR ANTI-SOCIAL, SADITTY ASS BARELY HAD PEOPLE THAT FUCKED WITH YOU. SO, TELL ME RIGHT FUCKIN’ NOW WHAT THIS IS! My voice was growing weary from the screaming and my eyes stung with tears. Trying my best to hold back the tears that I so wanted to keep at bay, they finally slid down my face like raging waters.

LEAVE NOW NADIA! Kass spat in her direction, but she didn’t move.

Don’t be a coward now. You come to my house at four in the fuckin’ morning with your three-month-old little girls. Why? There has to be a reason. My voice squeaked and was only a mumble at this point. There wasn’t a need to yell anymore, I was all out of fight at this point.

All I wanted was the truth, if it even existed.

I’m so sorry, she began, and all I could do was shake my head back and forth.

Babe, please. We will talk about this together. I promise I’ll tell you everything. Nadia, go!

He was hell bent on Nadia getting the fuck away from our house and that alone let me know this nigga was guilty. But guilty of what?

So, now you want to tell her everything? Nadia barked, followed by a sadistic laugh.

If you don’t leave right damn now, I will have your ass swimming downstream with the fishes, and you know I can make that shit happen. Play with it if you want to. He held a tight grip on my waist like he knew at any moment I would cut loose and run.

You tell her! This is your mess, so you clean it up!

Then it happened.

One of the twins began to fuss, so Nadia bent forward to stick her pacifier back in her mouth.

Take my daughters home before they no longer have a mother, Nadia!

I knew it slipped out because as quick as the words left his mouth he instantly pulled me into his body. Screaming at the top of my lungs with what little voice I had left, I rained down blows all over Kass’ uncovered, tattooed chest. If I thought I was broken before, this certainly proved that wrong.

In this exact moment, it was like an outer body experience. I heard Nadia yelling and I heard Kassious apologizing softly in my ear as he tugged my limp body back towards our house. I was there, but I wasn’t, if you get what I’m saying.

This trick had been in my face the entire time, knowing not only was she fucking my man, but was carrying his muthafuckin’ kids.

This was the beginning of our end.

Rainbow (Bow)

About Two Months Later…

'Cause when a woman's fed up

No matter how you beg, no

It ain't nothing you can do about it (nothing you can do about it)

It's like running out of love

No matter what you say, no

And then it's too late to talk about it (too late to talk about it)

R. Kelly

Curled up in a fetal position in the middle of my queen sized sleigh bed was my norm since Nadia showed up at our door exactly eight weeks, nine days, and fourteen hours ago. I shut myself off from the world. There was no way I could go out and be the laughing stock of South Carolina while my man had birthed two fucking kids with a chick that frequently sat at our table. That shit had my insides roaring all over again. Just the thought of the betrayal made my chest tighten and had my breath caught in my throat. Some days I could barely breathe at the thought of the betrayal. I later discovered I was hyperventilating and my breathing patterns were symptoms of an anxiety attack. Being in nursing school, I knew a lot of people, so when I felt depression seeping in and anxiety on the brink of