Gotta Pay Cost To Ride With The Boss 2

By Shavekia Layfield

Everyone wants to be the boss until it is time to lace up the boss’s shoes and walk in his footsteps. Unlike most who shy away from a challenge, Cree dives in face first. Cree is sassy and fierce, and she is running the town in her stiletto heels. She takes Bishop’s job seriously in his absence, but quickly realizes that Bishop was doing too much with not enough money.

Frustrated that she is not getting the respect she deserves because she is a woman, Cree takes things in her own hands. She ruffles the feathers of a lot of heavy hitters in the game as she secures her place at the top. Everything comes with a price, and some prices Cree refused to pay.

Cree sets out to separate herself from the legacy that Bishop left, and becomes a legend in her own right. Surrounded by enemies and backstabbers, Cree dismisses the old crew and starts her own crew. There is no loyalty in the streets and Cree is not looking for loyalty. She wants to be the boss. She’s ready to pay whatever it costs to be the boss, but will she have anyone left to ride with her? Find out as you turn the pages of Gotta Pay the Cost to Ride with a Boss: The Finale.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Oct 2, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648405396

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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This is an original work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Contains explicit language & adult themes suitable for ages 16+

1

"Y our Honor, the state has yet to bring forth a solid case against my clients. There was no valid reason for the arrest. The D.A. searched the home in which Ms. Cresette and Kelis share with Mr. Jerome Bishop. They found nothing of value. I believe Cresette became a target for Federal Agent Roslyn Culpepper after her partner, Cornell Roberts, began to take interest in her. From a not so intensive investigation, I found that Roslyn and Cornell often share the same rooms on business trips and, in fact, they have a home that that they share as well.

I would surely be threatened by both of my clients. Look at them; they are young, sexy, and vibrant, young, BLACK women. I am not sure of her actual motives, but she fixated on Cresette and, in the mix, arrested Kelis as well. Then she added charges of possession with the intent to distribute. Kelis Bishop just returned to the states from studying abroad in Amsterdam. She may have forgotten the rules in the states are different. I know I don’t carry the law books around with me, but please tell me how was she going to distribute a half-smoked blunt?"

Cree looked at her attorney, Celeste Myers, and smiled. She was the fiercest thing in the courtroom. Even the judge seemed to be a bit intimidated when Celeste spoke. Cree and Kelis held hands under the table. They both wanted to get out as soon as possible. Bishop had been shot, and they both wanted to get to the rest house so that they could tend to him. O’Mar had let them know that he was safe for the moment, but it wasn’t looking good.

Cree never understood how they managed to conceal Bullet and Bishop’s bodies while the federal agents tore through the house. When the coast was clear, Bullet was dumped in the Chattahoochee River, and Bishop was sent to one of the safe houses where he was getting around the clock care from his own private doctor. Cree couldn’t stand the thought of being without him much longer. On the outside, she looked well put together, but on the inside, she was crumbling like toasted bread.

The judge looked over to the D.A. Well, do you have anything else?

D.A. Charlotte Charles, also known as CC to her colleagues, looked directly at the judge. She didn’t have anything else. She was hoping what she had was enough. She should have known better than not being prepared when coming up against Celeste Myers. She makes everyone stumble when they face her in court.

Your Honor, Jerome Bishop is a known drug dealer. He is constantly keeping drugs and causing havoc in the streets. Cresette is his main lady; she stays in the house with him, she drives his cars, and uses his money to go on lavish shopping sprees.

It sounds like to me that you have built a case about Jerome Bishop and are taking down Ms. Leblanc, when she is not your target. You need to get your facts and case together. The case against Cresette Leblanc is dismissed, and Kelis Bishop is ordered to pay $250 for her misdemeanor drug possession.

The judge banged his gavel. Cree and Kelis hugged each other and Celeste. They were officially free.

Thank you, Celeste. You are a so fierce! Cree exclaimed while she embraced her lawyer.

Yeeeessss, gurl, you came through today, Kelis cosigned.

Thank you, ladies, but I am just doing my job. I am paid good money to keep my clients free. The ladies walked past a defeated D.A. Charlotte Charles and scolding looks from Roslyn Culpepper. Cree noticed that Roslyn’s counterpart was not in attendance and wondered what he had cooking up his sleeves. Right now, she didn’t have time to figure it out; she had to go get her man.

Jasper was there to pick both Cree and Kelis up after they were released. Cree wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and get to Bishop. He hadn’t been able to visit her because he had been shot. Cree was worried that she wouldn’t get out in time to see him. The bullet had done severe damage and, at one point, they were being told that Bishop may never walk again.

Cree ensured him that once she made it home, she would make sure everything stayed going like he would have. Cree was smart. She had watched Bishop work, and she knew more than she should have. She wasn’t sure if it was the medicine or the fact that he trusted her that made him agree to let her run his businesses. Whatever it was, Cree was up for the challenge and hoped that she would be able to spin things in her favor.

Jasper pulled up to the house, and Cree and Kelis got out and went inside. Cree turned the water on in the shower to scorching. She didn’t care the water was too hot. She wanted to wash the stench of the jail off her body and out of hair. She scrubbed her body until she was sore.

When she was done, she oiled her body from head to toe, pulled her hair back, and dressed. Jasper was still there waiting. He smiled when she came down the stairs.

Take me to Bishop. We have work to do.

Jasper nodded and fulfilled her request.

2

C ree, we have to get this shipment going now. There is no time to waste. We must beat the Labor Day weekend traffic. I want the boys hitting the pavement and pushing out bricks as soon as we get back.

Cree nodded. She trusted O’Mar’s judgment when it came to the business. She had taken over Bishop’s role while he was still in a coma. Three months had past and Cree had everything running smoother than a baby’s bottom. The crew took to her easily and was surprised by her knowledge of the drug empire. She came in and cleaned up some things that Bishop had overlooked and made some changes that benefitted everyone. She made it a rule no one under the age of eighteen could push weight. She didn’t care who it was; she didn’t want children on her team. Cree saw children as a liability and just would not allow it.

At first, the men were hesitant. The kids were the lookout and they knew when the police were nearby. Cree did not care what they had to say—kids were off limits. She was aware that some of them needed the money, and she would find other ways to give them work without them selling dope. Cree knew going in, there was going to be case by case situations. She never understood how a mother could allow her children to be left out in the world to fend for themselves. She reflected over her own life and where she had come from and how she was left. Thankfully, she had Mrs. Wilma, but some children didn’t have anyone.

Go ahead and send them out. But I still want to have some men on here to keep the grounds covered. Three men on each block. Send the packers in the back of the truck. We should be ready for distribution when the truck hit the city. Cree went over the schedule with O’Mar. He had been very helpful and hands on in Bishop’s absence.

Alright, boss lady. Is there anything else?

Nah, not right now. I gotta go and check on Kelis. She is struggling in rehab, and I want to make sure that she is straight.

I feel you. I am still shocked and surprised that she went down this road. I have been around Bishop and his sisters for years. He always told them just because he sold dope, didn’t mean he did dope, and he forbade them both to do it too, O’Mar stated.

Yeah, it’s a sad situation, but it happens. A lot of students in college and even soldiers in the military, find peace in snorting coke. Kelis is not a bad girl, she just made some bad choices. I am just making sure that we get her back. I need her to help me while Bishop is down.

I gotcha, boss lady. Well, I am out so I can handle the biz. Talk to you later.

See ya.

Cree gathered her things and left. She managed to dodge the Atlanta traffic to meet Kelis at the rehab center.

Ms. Leblanc, can you step into my office?

Cree was stopped by the rehab’s director, Elizabeth Marrow. Elizabeth was a tall, slender, mocha-colored woman. Her hair fell past her shoulders. She was dressed in a navy-blue pinstriped suit.

How are you today, Mrs. Marrow?

Elizabeth closed the door behind Cree after they walked in. Cree could tell by her face that something was wrong.

I am well. Please, have a seat.

Cree followed Elizabeth’s instruction and sat in the seat in front of the oversized desk.

I called you in here to talk about Kelis. She left. I am not sure she is ready for help. She is a smart girl, and she uses that to get over. I have seen girls like her before. She is not going to get better until she is ready to get better. I suggest that you let her come to the conclusion that she needs help on her own.

Cree was disappointed in this news. She had very high hopes for Kelis. She didn’t know how she was going to tell Bishop. Cree didn’t say a word to Elizabeth. She collected her purse and walked out. When she exited the building, she placed her sunglasses over her eyes. Once in her car, she sped away from the center, with no place to go. She ended up at Bishop’s hide out spot.

3

B ruh, I am telling you, this is the time to hit. Bishop is down, that bitch Cree is not a match for us. We should strike now while the iron is hot, Keco attempted to convince Marco.

Marco’s head was not in the game like it was before. He wanted to get out and start something new. He enjoyed the strip club and was doing very well. Keco wanted to get all the money without doing the work. Marco saw Keco in a new light. He knew that if he didn’t get out soon, Keco was going to get them killed.

All I am saying is we are doing good with the clubs. With or without Bishop around, our product is not going to move.

Man, fuck that club, that was just a stepping stone. We have our chance to take over. Man, look at us; two niggas that came from nothing, and now we have a chance to have everything.

Marco and Keco were born and raised in the Booker T. Washington projects in Columbus, Georgia. Their mother, Diane, was a hard-working woman. She did everything she could to provide for her boys. She loved them dearly, but early on, they both got hipped to the fast life and didn’t look back. The boys started selling drugs before they were in middle school. Keco was always the aggressor. Marco followed in his brother’s shadows. They both managed to stay under the law, but were as grimy as the rest of the other street dudes; they just looked good and were more charming than the rest.

But we have a good thing going on with the club. I am tired of this whole street thing. I want to manage the club. Whatever else you want to do, then do it on your own time and leave me out of it. I am done.

Marco walked away from his brother. Keco fanned Marco off and lit the freshly rolled blunt that he had sitting in his ear. After he finished smoking, he called Cornell. He was determined to take over. Keco felt that he had worked too hard in the streets not to have anything to show for it. He wanted more than houses, cars, and money. He didn’t care about the women; all he wanted was to die a legend. He wanted all the people in the streets to know him by name and face and give him the respect that Bishop had.

When Bishop rode down the street, everyone stopped and acknowledged his presence. Some would nod their heads, while others threw up peace signs, and