Honor Thy Boss 2: Love Ain't Easy

By Charmanie Saquea

After being left with the decision of whose life he was going to save, Boss finds himself suddenly stuck between his past and his future. Making the wrong choice could leave his life in shambles and in a complete whirlwind. Not resting until his brother Hendrix is six feet under for all the turmoil he’s caused, Boss turns into the very person he vowed not to be ever again.

While trying to keep his right-hand man on track, Han is faced with his own problems. The biggest one of them all being Boss’s sister, Freedom. Just when he thought he was over her, Freedom stepped back on the scene, leaving him shook and confused. Old demons come back to haunt Han, taking him back to a dark place, and if he’s not careful, he may never be able to escape it.

Turk is back on the scene, and suddenly, he has a new walk and talk. Realizing what he’s been missing in his life, he wants nothing more than to have his family back and will stop at nothing to make that happen. Even if it means going head up with the man the streets know as Boss.

In the second installment, everything that these couples were trying to build, could possibly crumble and fall to pieces. One wrong decision and they could lose it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Jan 10, 2018
• ISBN: 9781648407789

Book preview

1

Boss

Squeezing the phone in my hand to the point that it was damn near about to break, I swallowed hard before speaking. I’m listening, I said through clenched jaws.

Good, that’s the shit I like to hear, the caller said through a disguised chuckle. Now, yo’ bitch ass got two hours to rack up a million dollars and take it to the location that was just sent to your phone. Like I said before, try any slick shit, and this bitch is done for. I might just have a little fun with her while she’s here.

Just as the words left his mouth, Choyce let out a piercing scream right before the phone was disconnected.

Shit, man! Damn! I yelled out in frustration as I kicked over a chair that was next to me.

It was officially a race against time to get to Choyce, and I still had to get to the bottom of the situation with Gianna. Niggas just didn’t know who they were fucking with. I hadn’t laid shit down in years, but I was officially out of retirement. I was dusting off my guns and going back to the Boss I was when I first got in the dope game. That nigga was ruthless as hell and ain’t give a fuck about anybody, not even himself.

Rushing toward the door, I dialed up my right-hand man. I was definitely going to be needing his assistance with this situation.

Man, I been trying to call you—

I need you, Johann, I cut him off from whatever he was about to say.

Pull up. I’ll be outside, was all he said before hanging up.

My nigga.

That was exactly why that nigga was my right-hand man. His ass was really trained to go. He asked no questions and instantly went into go mode whenever I said I needed him. There had never been a time where I needed Han, and he hadn’t come through, no matter what the situation was.

I didn’t even bother to call the clean-up crew to handle Kiambae’s bitch ass. His worthless ass was the furthest thing from my mind as I mashed on the gas in my Audi, burning rubber as I sped off.

The location of where I was supposed to drop the money off came through on my phone. I swiped the message off my screen before tossing the phone in my cup holder. I ran my hand down my face while steering my car with the precision of a professional with the other hand. My mind was racing so much that the shit was giving me a headache. I didn’t have beef out here, so the fact that niggas were coming at me hard like this left me astonished.

Beefing with niggas in the streets or having street wars had never really been my thing, because I was too busy making money. Yeah, I had little conflicts here and there, but once I laid my gunplay down, niggas knew not to fuck with me, and I never had to worry about a muthafucka ever again. Now niggas were testing me on some hoe ass shit, and I wasn’t feeling this shit at all.

Not even twenty minutes later, I was pulling up to Han’s house, and just as he said, this nigga was standing outside waiting on me. This nigga was suited and booted with a damn square in his mouth.

Opening my back door, he tossed a heavy ass bag in the backseat, and I heard nothing but the sounds of heavy artillery clinging together.

I heard it all in yo’ voice, nigga. I got it all under control. You can explain it to me while you drive, he said as he jumped in the front seat.

I couldn’t do anything but let out a small laugh because this nigga was literally bat-shit crazy, but his heart was as pure as gold. It wasn’t often that you came by a friend like Han. I would lay down my life for this man, and I had no doubts that he would do the same.

Man, this shit so fucked up, Han. I gotta bring the old me back out, I told him.

Out the corner of my eye, I could see Han spread a smile across his lips that was wider than the Jokers. For the longest, Han had been telling me to bring the beast back out, but I would pay his ass no mind. I really saw no reason to before, but now, the beast had officially been awakened.

Good. He beamed. Now what the fuck going on? he asked.

Before I could even explain to him what was going on, my phone started ringing. I had a mind not to answer it, but I had to remember that both Gianna and Choyce’s lives were resting in the palms of my hands.

Seeing that it was a private caller once again, I went ahead and answered it on the Bluetooth so Han could get a gist of what was going on.

Yeah, I answered.

Boss? Gianna’s voice came through the phone.

She sounded tired and winded as if she were out of breath or something. On top of that, her words sounded slurred.

She was high.

Boss, he-he—

Where you at, G? I cut her off, starting to get annoyed with this whole situation.

Instead of answering my question, Gianna decided to burst into laughter. At what? I wasn’t sure, but I was pretty sure she didn’t have a reason to be laughing right now. That was further indication that she was currently high as fuck at the moment. I had to bite down on my bottom lip to help contain myself. I wanted to hang up on her ass so badly, but I still had to remember that she was in trouble as well.

Gianna! I yelled with bass in my voice. Where the fuck are you? Who has you?

I heard what sounded like some tussling on her end of the phone before deep laughter came through. I didn’t have to wonder or guess whom it was, because I already knew, and I couldn’t wait to send him to his maker.

Damn, this bitch really ain’t shit, huh? Hendrix asked through laughter. Pussy is good as hell, but that’s about it, he said.

You a dead bitch, and that’s on yo’ daddy, I let him know.

Fuck you and that bitch ass nigga. I’m pissing on his grave right after I lock yo’ ass up, he said as if I was supposed to be fazed or something.

The fact that this nigga would even fix his mouth to disrespect the man that loved, protected, and took care of us only added more fuel to the raging fire I had within me. I ain’t give a fuck about what he said about me, but when he came for my pops, that was a signature on his death certificate.

Where you at, pussy? You want me so bad, then drop yo’ location. Yo’ sorry ass had to use G just to get to me.

You know where to find us, he said before hanging up.

Pleaseeeeee, please let me cut that nigga head off, B. You know the only way to get rid of a snake is to cut its head off, so please let me do the honors, Han begged.

For years, Han had been trying to take Hendrix out, but the only thing stopping him was the fact that he was respecting my wishes for him not to do so. I had been trying to spare Hendrix just off the strength of my mama. I long ago stopped giving a fuck about him being my brother, but I knew it would kill my mama if she knew I was responsible for her oldest child’s death.

I was beyond that now. I had let Hendrix cross that line too many times. The shit was so bad now that this nigga actually thought he was tough and put some type of fear in my heart.

Nah, his ass is mine, I told Han as he let out an exaggerated breath of air. I need you to do something way more important for me, though, I said as I pulled up to my house.

I’m listening, he said as we made into the house.

I need you to go get Choyce for me, I told him as we rode the elevator from the underground garage to the kitchen.

Choyce? Where the fuck she at?

I couldn’t even answer him, because a loud scream was let out when I hit the lights in the kitchen. I saw a sight I never wanted to see as my sister tried to cover her bare ass with the little ass dress she had on as she jumped off the counter. I was so caught off guard by her scream that I immediately went for my gun before I realized what the fuck was going on.

Boston! What are you doing here? Freedom screamed.

Nigga, this my house! Who the fuck is this? Fuck y’all got going on? I yelled back at her ass.

Can y’all put the guns down, please? Freedom rolled her eyes.

I glanced over at Han, just now realizing he also had his gun out. This nigga had a look of pure evil on his face like he was more ready to body this little nigga than I was. His eyes had suddenly turned bloodshot, and his lip was twitching. That was a clear sign that he was about to lay something down.

Man, I don’t have time for this shit, I said, putting my gun up as I remembered what I was up against. Come on, Han, I said as I walked away, shaking my head.

I was going to have to address Freedom and this bullshit at a different time. As I was walking away, I noticed Han wasn’t behind me. Just as I turned around to see what was holding him up, I heard Freedom screaming for me just before a shot was let off.

I rushed back to the kitchen to see Freedom and her little friend crouched down behind the breakfast nook while Han’s looney ass was standing there with smoke coming from his gun with an unmoved expression on his face.

Fuck you got going on, nigga? I told you I don’t have time for this shit! Bring yo’ stupid ass on! I yelled in frustration.

Han just shrugged his shoulders and followed behind me as I explained to him what I was up against and what I needed him to do for me. I had already wasted enough time on irrelevant bullshit; now it was time to get down to business.

2

Choyce

With a look of pure hatred, I sat tied to the chair in a cold, funky ass room. My right eye was swollen from the vicious blow that had been delivered to knock me out, but other than that, I hadn’t been touched.

See, Choyce? I told you that nigga don’t give a fuck about you, Turelle said as he checked the time on his Rolex.

Staying stagnant, I continued to sit stone-faced. Ever since I came through from being knocked unconscious, he had been talking my ear off about Boss this, that, and the other. I was getting sick to my stomach just knowing that this was the man I had once loved and had the nerve to have a child with. I was praying to God that Zamani didn’t pick up any of her sorry ass sperm donor’s ways.

Turelle pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of me. We just sat there, staring each other down. That’s when I was reminded of why I used to be so smitten by his stupid ass. Turelle, or Turk as they called him, was fine as hell—smooth caramel skin, plump, juicy lips, waves that you could swim in, a goatee that was lined up perfectly. But it was mostly his eyes. He had dark, mysterious eyes that were so easy to get lost in.

Pooh, why you hate me so much? he asked softly.

I squinted my eyes at him for calling me the pet name I hadn’t heard in years. Look at the shit that you do, how you treat me, how you treat our daughter, how you talk to me. Why wouldn’t I hate you? I questioned, speaking for the first time.

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