Chi-Town Bosses & the Women That Love Em 2
Chi-Town Bosses & The Women That Love Em 2
Anna Black
Contents
1. Gabby
2. Gutta
3. Gabby
4. Trina
5. Chasity (Chas) Woods
6. Uriel (Rel) Wilkerson
7. Chas
8. Gabby
9. Gutta
10. Chas
11. Trina
12. Gutta
13. Trina
14. Gabby
15. Three Months Later
16. Chas
17. Rel
18. Chas
19. Rel
20. Chas
21. Gutta
22. Rel
23. Gabby
24. Chas
25. Chas
26. Gutta
27. Trina
28. Chas
29. Chas
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1
Gabby
“Mario, what in the fuck are you doing here?” Were the first words out of my mouth.
“Can we talk?” Mario said, standing in my damn doorway. He looked just as good as the last time I saw him, but no way was I letting him in because we didn’t have a damn thing to discuss.
I put my hands on my hips and repeated my question. “What in the fuck are you doing here? Better yet, how did you get my damn address?” I asked, and it hit me, his damn mother. One day she and my mother were out doing what old ass women do, and mother thought it was cool to stop by unannounced because she and Mrs. Tillman were in my neighborhood. “You know what, don’t even answer that. I know your damn crazy ass momma had to tell you.”
“She did, and why my mother gotta be crazy?”
“To send you here alone, she must be. I have a man, and if he were here, he’d be going to jail for beating the shit out of you!” I barked.
“Look,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I didn’t come here to cause any problems for you, Gabby. I just wanted to talk and just apologize to you face to face for all the shit I put you through. I know you’ve moved on and according to your mama,” he said, twisting his neck, doing one hell of an imitation of Gloria Jean. “He sho’nuff finer than yo’ old trifling ass, and my baby girl is better off without you, you fool!” he said, doing the best impersonation I ever saw of Gloria Jean. “She said that before she slapped me across the back of my head. She went on to tell me that the only thing saving me from a kick in my ass was her knees were bothering her and if her knees feel any better before my flight back to Killeen, she’d surely make that happen,” he said.
I tried my best not to laugh, but I knew my mother, and he had her down packed. “Okay, okay, okay,” I said. What he said was funny as hell, but I still didn’t want to talk to him or let him into my house. “Why are you here, Ro?” I questioned. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”
“I know you don’t have a lot of words for me, but I got orders to go back to Afghanistan, and –” he was saying. I interrupted.
“What, wait, what?”
“Yes, I’m going to be deployed again,” he said. And then I felt the chill of the night.
I let out a breath, and against my better judgment, I said, “Look, come on in, Ro, but don’t think there will be any talk about us, understand?”
“Totally,” he agreed, and I let him in.
Mario and I had known each other since we were teens, and even though he ripped my heart to shreds, I was sad to hear that he’d be deployed again. He had been deployed for a year before, and although no wars are going on, it's still not what I wished on him. He came in, took a good look around, and admired my place. We sat and surprisingly, we talked and had a decent conversation. When my food came, I didn’t want to share, but I did, and we managed to laugh a little. I didn’t dare mention that Gutta had betrayed me like he did, and when he asked me how the relationship was going, I lied through my teeth.
I didn’t want to look like a loser, and I needed Mario to believe that I had moved on to a better life than he provided me. Things with Gutta and I may have been salvageable, but I had my doubts. Only because I learned from stupid ass Mario that a man will only do whatever you allow them to do. And if I just let Gutta back in, I’d need him to do me right and not break my heart ever again. Hell, after all the chances I gave ole lying ass Mario and still manage to split my favorite beef sandwich with his ass, I had to at least hear Gutta out. Hell, Chasity may have been right. Even if he had finally shut it down after whatever it is was going on, that meant that he had chosen me the night before and it was clear that he didn’t want shit else to do with Trina.
“Well, thanks for letting me come in and giving me some of that Italian Beef, Gab. That shit was fiiiyyyah,” he said when I walked him to the door.
“You are welcome, Ro. Never did I’d ever imagine I’d be in the same room with you again without cussing, fussing, or wanting to launch something at your stupid ass head,” I joked.
“Well, thank God. You are Gloria Jean's child,” he said, opening the storm door as he walked out. “If she can forgive your FATHER after all these years, all things are possible.”
“Now, what now?” I asked. Gloria Jean talking to Boris Jackson was new news to my damn ears.
“Ahhhh, umm, I, umm, thought you and your sisters, umm,” he stuttered.
I stepped out on the cold, ass porch. “Ahhh, ummm, hell! What is this about my mother forgiving my daddy?” I quizzed.
He hunched his shoulders. “Well, I overheard our mothers talking, and she said something about going away for the weekend with Boris and some other women babble that I tuned out. and When I walked into the kitchen, my mom instructed that I get what I needed and get the hell on up outta her kitchen.”
“Oh, my momma got some explaining to do,” I said.
He hunched his shoulders again. “Gabby, I could be wrong, and if I�
�m right, please don’t tell my momma or yo’ momma it was me. I mean, I’m more afraid of them than I am of going back to the middle east.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll keep yo’ name out of it, but there will be an investigation,” I deemed.
He opened his arms for a hug, and I let him squeeze me tight, mainly because it was fucking cold and I didn’t have on a coat. He kissed the top of my head. “It was nice seeing you, Ro. I’m sure momma will keep me up to date on you once you’re deployed, and I’ll be praying that you come back safe.”
He released me. “Thanks, Gabby, and thanks for not hating me.”
“Oh, I still hate ya’ ass, but I’ve learned how to let shit go.”
“Hell, I’ll take that. Now get back inside before you catch pneumonia,” he said and then headed down my porch. I stood and watched him open the car door. “Oh, and that Gutta is a lucky man.”
“I know,” I smirked and then hurried back inside.
I locked my door, got the glasses we had from the coffee table, and took them into the kitchen. I looked at the clock, and it was after midnight. When I checked my phone, there was still nothing from Gutta. I knew it was late, but I called Grace and told her to conference in Gemma. I wanted to ask them if they knew anything about Gloria Jean and Boris reconnecting, and as I figured, they were also in the dark. I talked with them for another thirty minutes, discussing the things that our parents may be up to. My bell sounded off along with loud banging on my door, and I jumped. It had to be the police at that time of night and both my sisters said they were on their way. I managed to move slowly to the door. When I saw Gutta in the peephole, I told my sisters that it was him and to relax, then I ended the call. I knew we needed to talk, but why he was banging and ringing my bell insanely had me shook.
2
Gutta
I called for a car because Rel refused to take me to Gabby’s. He tried to get me to calm down, but I was on fire. Those pictures fucked me way up. If she thought running into the arms of another man was cool, I’d have to let her ass go too. I loved her, and I trusted her. To think another man was already entertaining her after one fight was driving me crazy.
“Gutta man, stop this shit and calm the fuck down!” Rel yelled.
“No, fuck that, Rel!” I blasted. “This thing with Gabby and me is far from over, and already she on her porch in another nigga’s arms. I mean, who does this shit?”
“Gutta, the pics came from fucking Trina. They could be photoshopped. Hell, I don’t know, just calm the fuck down.”
“Where are yo’ keys, bro? I will not calm down. You have no idea what this shit feels like. I mean, you’ve never been in love with a woman, Rel. All you do is stick and move, brah. When you have genuine feelings for a woman, shit changes, Rel, and it fucks you up on the inside. If I don’t work shit out with Gabby, man, fuck. I can’t imagine losing my baby, man. Fuck! I love that woman, Rel,” I said. My eyes watered, and I flopped down onto my brother’s sofa.
“Gutta, it’s that serious?”
I looked up at him. “Fuck you think, Rel?” I said.
“Cancel that car, bro, let’s roll.”
I quickly stood and called the car service as soon as we pulled off. The car barely stopped rolling before I hopped out and ran to her door. I immediately started banging and ringing her bell. If she was sleep, I wanted her to think the world was ending. I just had to see her, hold her, just tell her how bad I fucked up and how fucking sorry I was. Trina’s ass was going to cause me to catch a muthafuckin’ case if she didn’t back the fuck off. I was done trying to pacify her heart. It was what it fucking was. She was never the one, and she was going to have to get the fuck over it.
“Gutta, the hell!” she spat when she snatched the door open.
Being angry about the photos was the last thing on my mind. I rushed her, pinned her against the wall, and just kissed her. I held her so tight and pressed so hard, I’m sure she could file assault charges, but I gave no fucks. My love for her was urgent, and I wasn’t going to leave her house that night without making up or without her knowing just how deeply in love I was. She pushed and squirmed, trying to break away from me, but I overpowered her. I was too desperate to show her that I loved her and didn’t want to lose her. And whoever that muthafucka was in the picture, I’d give her a pass because what I did with Trina’s stupid ass was a terrible fucking decision.
After a few seconds, she stopped resisting and kissed me back. Our tongues danced, and we sucked on each other's lips and tongue as we both moaned. I could feel the love this woman had for me, and I knew she could feel the love I had for her; at least I hoped she did.
“Stop, stop, Gutta, baby, please,” she forced between kisses. I let her go and took a step back. If I had to fall on my knees and beg her forgiveness, I would. But I just stood there with my heart racing, waiting for her to speak.
“You hurt me,” she whispered.
I exhaled. “I know, baby, and I’m so fucking sorry. Trina –” I tried to say.
“Shhhh, please,” she said, cutting me off and then she held up a finger. “Don’t, please don’t, Gutta. Don’t say, Trina because none of this is about her. It’s about you and I. I thought we had something good. I mean, I thought it was great. And every time you said you loved me, I believed you.”
“I do love you, Gabby. Damn, I have to say her name. We have to address the elephant in the room for us to move forward. Trina was a part of my life for many years. She was like my other half, but I could never make my heart feel for her what my heart feels for you. And no I have no idea how to explain the shit, it is just what it is. I felt like shit for a whole minute because you came along and just captivated my being, Gabby. My parents aren’t as worldly as I am, and I don’t believe in some of the things they ramble on and on about when they talked about God and this and that. But my parents told me that it was love at first sight when they met. My father said that he knew Delilah was the one the moment he laid eyes on her. And for years, I used to think that that was a bunch of bullshit until I laid eyes on you. Something quickened in my stomach, and it was hard to tear my eyes away from you, Gabby. Trina has never had that effect on me. I foolishly entertained her, trying to simply lessen the drama and soften the blow on her because she had been there doing the most for me for so long, and I just ended things. I looked at it like it was an addiction type of thing. I felt that it was unfair to make her just go cold turkey because I found you. I foolishly continued to talk to her, text her and spend time with her, hoping she’d understand eventually that I was serious about moving on with you, but it never dawned on me that I was handling the situation all wrong. I should have made a clean break, and I didn’t. Baby, I’m so fucking sorry for the decisions that I made, and I’m sure fucking sorry that I hurt you in the process,” I said and just stood there waiting for her to speak.
“Did you fuck her at any point since we’ve been together?” she asked, looking me square in my eyes.
“My parents always told me that it wasn’t a good thing to swear, but I swear on my life, not one-time, Gabby,” I said, speaking the God’s honest truth. She hurried into my arms, and I squeezed my baby tight.
“I wanna trust you again, Gutta,” she cried.
“Baby, you can. I’ll never do anything to hurt you ever again. This was my first and last fuck up. On my life, Gabby, I mean what I said to you. You are the only woman that I love and desire, and I need you to forgive me, please, Muffy,” I pleaded. I didn’t want to let her go. I held on until there was a tap at the door.
“What now?” Gabby said, wiping her eyes.
“You expecting someone?”
“No,” she said.
I walked over to the door and opened it; it was Rel.
“Not trying to interrupt, but I gotta piss,” he said when he stepped in.
We laughed lightly. “The bathroom is that way,” Gabby said and gave a point. He hurried in that direction. “So, Rel brought you here at this hour?”
“Yes, and this,” I said and pulled my phone out. I keyed in my passcode and went straight to the pictures that Trina had sent.
She covered her mouth. “That was nothing, I swear,” she said.
“Please, explain nothing,” I countered. I wasn’t leaving her, but I needed to know what was going on with her lil visitor.
3
Gabby
When Gutta showed me the pictures of Mario and me on my porch from earlier that night, I could have hit the floor. He was outside all along, watching me? I know we had just made up, but I needed to address the fact that he was outside snapping pictures.
“So, how long have you been sitting outside my damn door?” I questioned.
“I was never sitting outside of your door, Gabby, but please tell me who this is, and why is he embracing you?”
Just then, Rel walked back out into the living room. “Hey, bro, are you good?”
“I’m good,” Gutta said with his eyes locked on me.
“Real talk, y’all good now?”
“We’re good,” I reiterated, and then he headed to the door.
“Thank God. You two are made for each other, so go and make the fuck up. I’m out,” he said, opening the door and he made his departure.
Gutta’s eyes never left mines as we stared each other down.
“First, that is, Mario. His mother, for some damn reason, gave him my location. He showed up, we talked, and when I showed him out, we hugged. That kiss on my head was innocent. Nothing happened.”