Page 10 of Can't Stop the Love of A Boss: Part 3

“Fuck if I know. I haven’t told her, but I think she has an idea. It wasn’t like they were fucking with each other, so she didn’t need to be there. The only thing that’s bothering me is how the hell did they know about the party in the first place,” Murder said.

“They have so many secrets, they might know where the hell Tupac’s ass is, and we’ll never know. I never knew about all the shit that’s been coming out,” Pain said, shaking his head.

“You need to come in the house and relax. I’m saying, you just got out of the hospital. Whatever he wanted can wait a little longer. Your health matters more than anything he has to say, Maurice,” Lawrynn yelled from the front door.

They both started laughing because they knew the drill.

“Let me get my ass in the house before I have to kill this damn girl. If you find out anything, hit me up. I don’t think I’ll be able to move like I need to until next week,” Murder said and gave Pain some dap.

“Yeah, I hear that shit,” Pain said. He looked up at Lawrynn and smiled. “Aite, Lawrynn, take care of my boy for me. The streets need him at one hundred percent,” he said just to fuck with her.

“Go run a red light on your way home and get hit by a Brinks money truck,” Lawrynn replied before closing the door.

“When she slaps the shit out of you, don’t hit her back. If you do, I’m gonna have to fuck you up.” Murder laughed before he went in the house behind Lawrynn.

He shut the door and turned around to face a pissed off Lawrynn.

“When were you gonna tell me that my mother shot you?” she asked.

Murder shook his head because he knew they would be arguing instead of fucking.

“When I found out why the fuck she did it. She didn’t have any business there in the first place. Then, your uncle or whoever the fuck he is shouldn’t have been there either,” he answered.

“Who cares about the why? The point is, she had the gun, and you got the bullet. Nothing else needs to be discussed,” she argued.

“Okay, Lawrynn. You know I never move off emotion alone, so this ain’t gonna be no different. That’s your mama, and I get it, but if she was aiming for me or you, her ass is dead,” Murder told Lawrynn before walking back to their room.

6

Nikki sat in her cell mad at everyone but herself. She was angry that Pain had put cameras in the house without letting her know. He should have told her since she was staying there with him. Then, there was Murder, who in her mind was still using Lawrynn to get back at her. Figuring that she was the one who Murder really wanted, Nikki knew she would have to figure out a way to get in touch with him, so he could come see her. She was sure to put his name on her visitor’s list along with her aunties.

Her

aunties hadn’t come to see her since she had been locked away. She even tried to call Laura but there was no answer. Nikki stood up and started pacing in her cell. She had to get out of there one way or another.

“Oh, you think you’re too good to come out and chill with the rest of us?” her cellmate, Bertha, asked.

Bertha’s given name was Maxine, but after she got locked up for attempted murder of her boyfriend six years ago, she had been called Bertha by the other inmates She was six feet two and a solid three hundred pounds. She was a full-blown lesbian and an extremely aggressive one at that. Bertha was used to getting who and what she wanted, which included a few of the female guards.

“Girl, bye with that bullshit. I’m trying to figure out a way to get out of here and get my man,” Nikki said and rolled her eyes.

“What, man? Word around here is your man left your ass in here high and dry. So, what damn man are you talking about?” Bertha said and shook her head.

Bertha had seen so many girls come in there for so many different reasons, but they were all tied to man who never wanted them in the first place. Nikki was just another one who assumed her man would come rescue her from being in jail and on her way to prison. It was sad how all the women came in there hoping and wishing for the same damn fantasy.

“It’s not like your jail bird ass would even know who I was talking about,” Nikki said.

“You never know who I know. What’s the matter with telling me his name? Just tell me who it is,” Bertha said.

“Murder, his name is Murder,” Nikki said, still pacing.

Bertha looked at Nikki sideways before deciding on what to say.

“Yeah, you right. I don’t know that nigga. He must be some nobody. Even in here, if your name is ringing bells in the street, it’s ringing bells in this motherfucker too,” Bertha said.

She watched Nikki pace around the cell for a few more minutes before she reached behind her bunk and took out the illegal cell phone that she had hidden. After placing the phone in her bra, she walked to the nearest supply closet. Pulling out the phone, she dialed a number and waited.

“Yo, who dis?” Murder answered.

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