Bossed Up With A Real One 2: A Thug's Passion

By Sade' Iona

After finding out that Ever’s organization was involved in his mother’s murder, how could Benny forgive her? Ever has been off her game since the fall-out between her and Benny, taking on more missions than before and trying to mask the pain within. Will she allow her hurt from her breakup to be her downfall, or will she bounce back?


Taylor’s life hasn’t felt as perfect as it has with Lake and Ava in it. Motherhood has come naturally to Taylor, and she has gained more than a boyfriend. With all the drama going on, she tries to keep her peace and happiness, but not everyone is happy for Taylor and her new family. Kim, Lake’s baby’s mother, has vowed to make their life a living hell. Taylor gets hurt badly trying to save the one she loves, but will love be enough for her to survive, or will something from her past awaken her?


Raye is still struggling with her memory loss and finds herself remembering more and more each day. She and Tru are just enjoying each other and letting down their guards, but she still has an ex-boyfriend coming around and causing problems. Is Raye really ready to make things official with Tru, or will she be too late?


Lake loves his new life. With his girl and daughter to look after, he finds a sense of family. Still, he is torn between his loyalty toward Benny, who he considers a brother, and his girl. He hopes it never gets to a point where he has to choose between the two. What if he couldn’t? 


Tru has never taken a woman seriously until Raye. With her, Tru finally realizes why his bros love being in a relationship. After finding out Raye’s true identity, it does little to change how he feels about her, but with new possibilities in his future, could he and Raye make it through their secrets?


Will these relationships survive all the lies, hurt, and pain? Will they all fall? Or will the each realize that they need to boss up?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jan 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9781648406195

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Benny

Three Months Later

Bangkok, Thailand

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O h yeah. You fuck me good, moaned the Thai bitch I met earlier.

Shit, Thai hoes had bitches back home beat when it came to freaky shit. I’d just met the woman twenty minutes earlier, and I’d already fucked her in every hole on her petite body. Slamming my dick far inside of her, I started to see flashes of Forever’s face. Ever’s beautiful face replaced hers, and looking down into her eyes, I could see the tears forming. A mist of rage swept through my body as I found my hands gripping at her neck.

You fucking knew all this time, huh, Ever? Your ass knew who killed my momma, bitch? It was your ass! I roared, taking my hands and tightening them around her neck.

My hands began to tighten even more on her neck, and Ever’s face filled with anguish. My grip became so tight that she started to turn a bright red. I wanted that bitch dead. Because of her, I became a fucking orphan. Because of her, I grew up without a mother. Ever had fucking played me. She made me fall for her ass, and all that time she knew what her organization had done. That bitch meant nothing to me, and while watching her struggle to breathe, it made me even more pissed.

Please... She gurgled.

Before I knew what was happening, Ever’s face had faded, and the Thai woman's lifeless eyes stared back at me.

Fuck. Another. I shook my head in disappointment of myself, looking down at her bruised body.

This bitch would be the third woman that I’d accidentally killed since my arrival. Each time I fucked a hoe, visions of Ever’s face would appear, and then my rage would take over. Rolling her off of my bed, I left to take a shower. After shit went down in Miami, I took the first flight to Bangkok to meet up with Xian and seal the deal with him being our new connect. He fucked with me so heavy he let me crash at his spot, and I’d been here ever since.

Walking down his staircase, I walked into his office where we had all our meetings. Xian and a few of his business partners were seated at the table. Putting my hands together in a prayer-like gesture, Xian and I both bowed our heads

Sawatdee-Kahe, we said, greeting one another before taking a seat.

Benny, this here is my brother, Daw. He will come back with you to see how well you and your brothers do with the new product. If all goes well, then we can double the product I already give you now, Xian said to me from the head of the table.

Looking at that nigga, you wouldn’t even guess for a second that this man was capable of being a drug lord, but don’t be fooled by this monk. Xian was running shit from Thailand to the United States to even some parts of Europe. His product and business mind were impeccable. Fucking with this Thai nigga helped our business not just in drugs, but he tripled our profit.

Fine with me, but I’m thinking of staying for a few more months. The food and the ladies are just oh so lovely.

As much as I enjoy you killing women in my guestroom, I insist you go back home now. You may say you are not running from anything, Benny, but to me, it seems so, he replied.

With that, we bowed once more at each other as everyone started to leave out of the office.

Oh and, Benny, you need to talk with your brothers. I’ve heard they been looking for you, Xian said before leaving out of his office.

Raye

Ontario, Canada

Sitting down at the table in some old run-down office building, I checked my emails once more. I had hacked into our mark’s emails and sent him various emails, pretending to have some information about an unsolved case. It was one of the oldest fucking tricks in the book. After getting a response back from him confirming his arrival, I closed my laptop.

OK. He should be here any minute, and then we can get the fuck outta here before my pussy freezes shut.

Raye, how the fuck could that even happen? Taylor asked, laughing.

Shit if I know, but to tell you the truth, if Tru was to finger me right now, I wouldn’t feel shit.

I looked over at Ever, who sat watch by the window cleaning her new Desert Eagle .357 in deep thought. Since that bullshit that happened in Miami, she'd been real distant, and it was way worse than before. Benny had just disappeared on everyone, and no one had heard from his ass in months.

Hello? Ms. Deil? Are you in here? a voice asked from down the hallway.

Soon, Detective Barry Waters came walking into the room where we were all seated. His cheeks were a rosy red from the cold, and his salt-and pepper hair was in a bad comb over. We were there to give him a friendly reminder from someone higher up in government. In the last few months, we had taken on more missions than usual. It could have had something to do with everything that went down in Miami. No, it had everything to do with it.

Hello, Detective Waters. Why don’t you take a seat? Taylor said, pushing a chair toward him.

Well, aren’t you all beautiful? Your email didn’t mention it would be more people joining us, he said before taking a seat.

What can I say? I guess I’m bad with details.

So, what— Before he could finish his question, Ever walked up behind him, and hit him with the butt of her gun. The hit split the back of his head open, causing a steady stream of blood to leak from the back of his head.

Ahh! What the fuck! he screamed in pain, desperately trying to stop the blood from pouring out of his head with his hands.

Motherfucker, I dare you to reach for your gun again. I’ll fucking lay your ass out right here and send your dick to your wife, Nancy. Ever threatened him. Detective Waters’ sneaky ass put his bloody left hand back on his leaking head.

In the last few months, my sister had gone total psycho. Just last week, she smeared a dead guy's blood all over her face. Don’t tell her I told you, but sis probably caught something… just saying. Looking down at the detective as he hung his head low in defeat at the mention of his family. I almost felt bad for the poor guy, but one thing about the Black Skull was we were honorable. We never killed the innocent. We never killed children. And we only killed for a purpose. So he had no need to worry about us harming his family. But who was I to say if Ever had been feeling honorable these last few months, so he should probably shut the fuck up.

Good. Now that we got your attention, all investigation of the prime minister's involvement with the cartel and their drug operation gotta stop like now, I informed him, getting straight to the point.

What? No… I knew he was a part of it. And everyone thought I was crazy for saying he was dirty! I’m going to take that fucker down. People will come looking for me if I go missing! he yelled.

See, we had a business relationship with the Prime Minister Macron, so of course, we chose to help him when he asked. The prime minister had special instructions on how he wanted the detective to be handled, and he specifically didn’t want him killed. Detective Waters had opened an investigation on the prime minister in regard to the recent hike in crime around different cities, and they were pretty close to linking everything to the prime minister and shutting everything down.

Macron had been ordering various gangs to do more crimes around the city, and police were ordered to look the other way when the new wave of drugs started to hit the streets. We came here to just scare his old ass in hopes he dropped his investigation completely.

Oh really? Do you know anyone that has tried to take down the Black Skull and live to talk about it? Ever asked, getting all in his face.

Ever

The sheer look of terror on his face evoked a pleasure in me, because if his ass made any wrong move, he would be dead. Killing people became my only way to resurrect any type of feelings from myself lately. If it weren’t for my sisters stopping me, I would have already been on a plane to Thailand to try to get Benny to listen to me. Our organization and our missions were a way for me to escape from the pain because all I thought about was Benny and that fucked up day.

The Black Skull? What! No. No. No. Please, I’ll drop the investigation. I know what you people are capable of. Just please don’t hurt my family. You have my word. He grabbed my feet and started to sob.

No one will get hurt as long as you keep your mouth shut. OK? Taylor said, reassuring him

My gut was telling me to just kill him, but the prime minister was a valuable business associate, and I didn’t want to cause any trouble. Tucking my Desert Eagle back in my holster, my sisters and I started to exit the room. We had to make it back in time to prepare for Grandma Tootie’s surprise birthday party. And besides, Canada was fucking cold as shit.

Who would have thought The Black Skull was ran by some black bitches, eh? The detective mistakenly thought he whispered to himself.

My sisters and I stopped mid-stride and stared at each other in confusion. Because I know this motherfucker didn’t just say what we thought he said. Doubling back over to where he was standing, adjusting his coat. Raye pulled out her Glock .43 and started to clean it, but they said I was the crazy one.

I’m sorry, Detective Waters. Could you repeat what you just said? Taylor asked.

Oh. Um… I said nothing… I swear.

Yeah you did. And these black bitches aren’t just going kill you but also your mother and sister. Shit, you lucky you don’t have children. And don’t worry we’ll save your wife for last, because once she done getting fucked by every last one of my men, she’ll be begging for me to take her life, I whispered softly in his ear.

You Nigger bitch! You can't do this! My unit will come looking for me, and then what? Huh? You stay away from Nancy, or...

Before he continued, my Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife found the base of his skull, piercing threw to his brain and killing him instantly. His body dropped on the ground instantly. I wiped the blood off my knife and turned to leave. Country was waiting for us in the car, ready to take us back to our plane.

What the fuck was that Ever! Raye asked. She rushed in front of me, blocking my way.

Raye was a