Mafia Princess part 2 (Married To The Mob) Read online

  “I’m about to tell you something that I’ve never told a soul. Not even my sisters.” The tears continued to roll down her face. “We all have to be so hard, tough and raw that we can’t react on our emotions. Our father discovered the monster in us, and ever since then, we covered up with a hard exterior,” Sosa said solemnly. “Me and my sisters don’t know anything but murder, murder, kill and kill. Showing emotions is a reflection of weakness to us, so we never acknowledge the bad shit that happens to us. People like us don’t have a conscience. Mu’fuckas like me don’t ‘pose to let shit faze them. We’ve been taught that shit happens, but just move on from it, no matter what it is.”

  She turned to look at Semaj. “I know you real, Maj, and I know this conversation won’t leave here.”

  “No doubt,” Semaj responded in a hoarse whisper, curious as to what she was about to be told.

  “I know exactly how you feel, Semaj. When I was eighteen, I got pregnant by one of the men that aided in my father’s conviction many years ago. We knew it was this man, because my father was only convicted on the murders he committed for him. The Family put me on this big time drug lord that used to pay my Poppa to murder people for him. That man was Ox—”

  “Say what!” Semaj exclaimed, completely shocked.

  “I was never supposed to have sex with him. I promised that I wouldn’t. But I knew Ox had power just as well as Uncle Gio did. To get him where I wanted him, I had to take one for the team. Swallowing the enemy’s cum and letting the man that helped send my father away for life pound me out was my only option. He never went anywhere without his goons. I already knew it would be hard to get at him, so it had to be done right. I didn’t wanna take any chances,” Sosa said as she wiped her face with her sleeve.

  “I spent months with dude trying to get him where I wanted him. But he never told me shit. He kept his mouth closed. I didn’t know anything about him—where the meetings were held, where his stash was, who his connect was—not even small shit. He never told me where we were going, and I could never take my phone with me. Nothing. He never allowed himself to get in a position that would fuck himself. He was one of the few smart ones that we’ve encountered.”

  “I never got the chance to end his life. One day he figured I was on some foul shit, and although he couldn’t prove it, he still almost beat me to death. At the time, I didn’t know that I was pregnant.”

  “But as I sat in a hospital alone in Jamaica, no family members, no sisters, no one, the doctors couldn’t figure out why my blood pressure had dropped. But it only took them a few hours to find out that I was pregnant. I gave birth two days later. I was almost in my fifth month, and my daughter lived for three hours before she died. I know it is kinda different, Maj, but the pain I felt was a pain that I have never experienced. It fucked me up, for real. Every time around the New Year, I become anti-social. It was around the time it all happened, and I really be depressed like I’m reliving it all over again.”

  “So, why were you afraid to let the family know that you had messed around with him?” Semaj asked.

  “That, and the fact that I was actually grieving the death of my daughter that I created with a man that we all hated.” Tears and snot mixed on her face. Her remembrance of everything was as clear as it had been the time it happened, and the pain within was just as great as the day her baby was born. “I felt so bad, and I tried my best to despise the tiny infant, but I couldn’t. Though Ox helped me make her, she was my daughter… my baby. Every minute she breathed my head was bowed in prayer. I got on my knees and begged God not to make this be my punishment. I was rejected, and her life wasn’t rejuvenated.” She dropped her head. “Ox will one day pay with his life for my daughter’s death.”

  Semaj was full of sympathy as she pulled Sosa in for a consoling hug, but before they could soothe each other, Emilia stuck her head out the door.

  “It’s cold as shit out here, and y’all…” she stopped mid-sentence, realizing that they were embracing one another. Figuring it was for Semaj’s sake, she said, “We’re getting at Gabe tonight, Semaj.”

  Releasing Sosa, Semaj unfolded her closed hand and looked down at the chain. “Tonight, huh? What’s the plan?”

  “Sosa ain’t told you?” she asked, but was too anxious to wait on her response. “Dude been making major moves around town due to his new Jamaican connection with Ox. But we got all the information we needed on him. Tonight, Kanye & Jay Z are having a concert at the Garden, and Sosa is going as his date,” Emilia laughed.

  “Yup!” Sosa had quickly reverted back to her usual self. “Now, you need to hurry the hell up and throw on some clothes. We finna hit up the salon and catch it before it closes. We’re getting you out the house so you can get your mind off everything. I p-r-o-m-i- s-e, we’ll have a ball!” she sang gleefully. “We’re gonna have a lotta fun tonight, ladies. Fun seeing K. West and Jay kill the mu’fuckin’ stage, and fun murdering this nigga like we from the Wild West!”

  They all burst into laughter, and even though Sosa said it in a joking manner, they all knew she was serious… dead ass.

  “Y’all bitches are crazy as shit!” Semaj continued laughing, and for the first time in two weeks she had cracked a smile. “But I’m game. Let’s do it, ladies.”

  Chapter 4

  People dressed in their best designer attire filed into Madison Square Garden trying to get a glimpse of the mega stars as Emilia and LuLu sat in the backseat of the chauffeured Town Car. It was popping on the brisk New York night, and everybody that was anybody came out to show out.

  “There goes our main man,” Emilia said as she closely watched the stretch limousine pull up curbside in front of the arena.

  “I’m going to murder that man!” LuLu seethed as she screwed the silencer on the tip of her nine-millimeter. “This clown’s really out here like shits for play, and don’t even know he’s walking with the enemy,” she said, and focused her attention on Sosa and Gabe as they exited the limo.

  To the average person, Sosa and Gabe were the ideal couple, but they had no idea that he was behind enemy lines.

  Draped in a long-sleeved silk Versace knee-length dress it looked as if Sosa had been born with the fabric on, the way it hugged her shapely figure. The suede six-inch ankle boots helped her ass sit right, and Gabe held her hand as if he knew he had the baddest bitch as his arm piece. He had no clue that she sent her sisters to his trap earlier and murdered his Jamaican lieutenants.

  Like most men, Gabe was a sucker for a pretty face, and after only spending four days with him Sosa knew where all his dope houses were, and with some serious ear hustling she learned that he was planning to takeover New York City with the aid of Ox’s young assassins, who he bred and called the “Warfare Clan”. Too bad dude will never reach his goal, LuLu thought as he disappeared into the building with goons in tow.

  “Arturo, follow that limo!” Emilia ordered from the rear seat. The two siblings remained silent and trailed three car lengths behind Gabe’s driver. Heartbeat regular, breathing steady, adrenaline normal, the girls had no signs that they were about to commit murder.

  When they entered the vacant gas station, Emilia cautiously looked around to make sure the coast was clear. She would hate to kill an innocent bystander, but would without a second’s thought.

  Once the chauffeur pulled up to the fuel pump the town car pulled alongside the limo. The driver must have been trained to be alert, because he tapped the window with a long pistol. “Back up, bumbaclots. Me don’t know fuck you pro’blm is—” he stopped mid-sentence as the beautiful woman rolled her window down.

  “Hey! I am so sorry, but I’m not from around here,” Emilia said sweetly. “I’m looking for the Garden. I don’t wanna miss the show.” With a slow lick of her succulent lips and her soulful eyes batting, she had given him an instant hard on while her panties soaked in juices. Their reasons were totally different though, because her thang stayed wet when she was about to dead a motherfucker. While money made most
bitches cum, murder made the Milano Hitters’ pussies explode.

  Lowering his gun was his biggest mistake, and his lust quickly turned into shock and then fear when she raised her burner. Emilia didn’t hesitate and rapidly pulled the trigger, hitting him in the chest with four slugs.

  Unsurprisingly, LuLu slightly leaned forward with her arm extended and hit him with two more shots to the head. She hopped out calmly and walked around the car as she surveyed her surroundings. Unflinchingly, she emptied her entire clip into the dead man. She didn’t care that he was already lifeless. She was in a blood rage and she wanted to see as much of it as possible. Anyone could get it and no one was an exception. It was definitely murder season.

  “Fuck is you just sitting there for?” LuLu barked at Arturo. “Get this body in the fuckin’ trunk so I can drive this big mu’fucka.”

  “I just can’t believe this dude has come up in a major way. I remember when the dusty nigga couldn’t even bond his ass out the county jail,” Semaj fumed as she stood on the side of the stage. Jewel-encrusted skinny leg jeans and a Fendi blouse looked as if it had been painted on her, and the red double platform stilettos made her shine as if she didn’t have a care in the world; but actually she hid her emotional state behind large, wide-rimmed frames. From where they were standing a person in the crowd couldn’t see their faces because they were so far back and hidden in the shadows of the abandoned area.

  “Don’t even trip, Maj. He’ll be dead before daylight,” Jah-Jah assured. “For now though get your mind off of things a lil’ bit, ‘cause he don’t even know his life is on the death clock. But we do. Five of his people got murked today and three more are going tonight. No need to worry, we trying to dead everything with his last name.”

  “No doubt,” Marcela added, her arms folded across her chest and a baseball cap pulled low over her eyes.

  “Funny thing is he all over Sosa. Like he ready to jump the broom or some shit.” Semaj shook her head. “Fuckin’ idiot ain’t learned not to trust bitches yet.” She was referring to the encounter he had when she put her father up on game to rob him.

  “Ain’t this nigga on some straight wedding bells shit? Clown ass boy!” Jah-Jah stated. “And he been tricking on her something crazy. Laced her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. He just don’t know his companion is the perfect fuckin’ stranger.”

  “The perfect monster,” Marcela corrected.

  ”Oh, I almost forgot to give you something, Maj.” Jah-Jah reached into her clutch, pulled out a rubber-banded knot of money and handed it to her.

  “What’s this for?” Semaj asked curiously.

  “When we caught them niggas slipping in the trap I found the stash. I too used to rob niggas before I became the dopeman’s wife. These bitches might be killers first, but I’ma hustler first, killer second,” Jah-Jah said seriously. She never went into a situation and came out empty-handed. She pulled up floorboards and snatched artwork off of walls only to crack open safes to get to the money. “You family, and when it comes to shit like this we split the money six ways.”

  “Bitch, you is off the chain!” Semaj laughed.

  “I know, right?”

  While most of the chicks at the concert were there to seek a come-up on a potential get-money nigga, the three girls were discreetly conversing about drug-related killings and imminent murders. Potential come-ups weren’t their topic of conversation because each of them had came up long ago, and their finances were straight. They were world-class chicks where most broads in attendance weren’t even first-class material. Their prime focus was on the situation at the front of the stage. This wasn’t playtime for them, but Showtime.

  After the concert was jumping, the streets and parking areas in midtown Manhattan looked like a foreign car show, as the East Coast’s biggest ballers came out to rep their city. New Yorkers weren’t the only people that were there. Cats from D.C, Virginia and some of Philly’s finest graced the city with their presence.

  Still inside of the building, Sosa stood off to the side as Gabe interacted with a couple ‘hood fellas. This nigga laughing and shit and don’t even know I hold his life in my hands, she thought ruthlessly. She impatiently shifted her stance. Fuck is takin this nigga so fuckin long? she thought. She began to move around jittery. Most people caught the jitterbugs when they were nervous, but Sosa was the complete

  opposite and caught them out of eagerness to commit murder.

  Fuck this! He gotta come the fuck on, Sosa thought as she made her way over to him. “I’m ready to give our favorite man a treat,” she whispered in his ear seductively. She was simply trying to speed up the process. “And please leave the fellas behind.” Sosa knew with them not around he would be powerless.

  “I’m up, family.” He slapped hands with each dude. “I’ma hit you shotta mu’fuckas up first thing in the a.m. We gotta get back to the money. Y’all niggas call Rude Boy to see about that re-up his people was ‘pose to shoot through,” Gabe ordered as Sosa stepped in front of him and rubbed her extraordinarily large ass against his penis. Too bad you will never be able to tap this pussy again.

  As they walked out of the door the night air hit Sosa in the face. As planned, the limousine was waiting curbside for them. They made their way to the car, and before Sosa stepped inside she looked across the street where she made eye contact with her sister.

  Emilia sat in the backseat and the window was rolled all the way down.

  The other two should be out in a minute, Sosa subtly told her in sign language. Their mother was deaf, and they were taught the communication gestures when they were very young.

  Emilia signed back, letting her know that LuLu was behind the wheel.

  That’s what thefuck I’m talkin ‘bout! Sosa winked and slid into the car where she got comfortable and was anxious to see the man sitting beside her dead.

  “Boom!”

  The gunshot blast caused Gabe to come to as his ears rang loudly. His head spun and the excruciating headache made him disoriented. His vision was blurry and the single bulb emitting above him gave little to no illumination to the darkened room.

  Fuck am I? he thought as he attempted to wipe his tired eyes. He never got the chance to raise his hand to his face because he was restrained in the middle of a warehouse. With his legs roped to a wooden chair and his hands bound tightly on the armrest of a chair, he realized that he’d been set up.

  Damn! Gabe thought as his vision became clear. He looked over and saw that both of his men were in the same position. The only difference was that they each had a single gunshot wound to the back of their heads, and blood oozed from the sides of their mouths. He frantically scanned the room and ferociously wiggled his body, but the chair barely moved.

  It wasn’t until the lights came on that Gabe noticed the figure sitting in front of him emptying the legal contents out of a swisher and replacing them with illegal herbs. It was Sosa. She had been waiting an entire hour for him to regain his consciousness. “LuLu, this bitch ass nigga finally woke up,” she said as she filled the cigar with cush. She was a weed head and smoking was her favorite pastime. She never got high when things were serious, but this simply was red for her.

  “Oh yeah?” LuLu asked, wiping her smoking gun as she emerged from the shadows. She had just sent the two Jamaicans to meet their Maker. Her finger was itching to dead Gabe, but she knew she had to wait for Semaj’s arrival. Actually, she wasn’t supposed to kill any of them yet, but murder was a bad habit of hers. While the others could contain themselves, LuLu was incapable of that control.

  When Gabe saw LuLu’s face, he shook his head. “You bitches gotta be playing. I know you ain’t the one who killed my mans and ‘em! This how you playing the game, Lace, huh?” he asked, referring to the fake name Sosa had given him. “What, you bitches want some money? This a robbery? Y’all on some ransom shit? What?”

  “This nigga!” Sosa laughed and perched up from her seat as she lit the blunt. “I look like a stickup bitch
to you, nigga?”

  “Fuck I ‘pose to know?” he replied with bravado. “That’s

  what I’m asking y’all bitches for.”

  “Boom!”

  On impulse, LuLu sent a hollow tip through his knee. “I ain’t gon’ be anymore of your bitches!”

  “Aghh!” he screamed.

  “Fuck type of bitch you thought I was!”

  “Boom!”

  She didn’t hesitate to pull the trigger again and released another shot through his uninjured knee. “Both of your knees is blown out. My next target is your head.” LuLu stepped up closer and pressed the barrel of the gun against his temple. “Don’t say shit else!”

  Lights shone from outside and Sosa saw the car pass by. “LuLu, calm your trigger-happy ass down and go let them in while I cut his clothes off.” The blunt dangled from the corner of her mouth as she grabbed a box cutter and petrol can. Gio had ordered him to be naked when killed, and unrecognizable. “You gon’ dead the man before cuz gets the chance to see the nigga alive. Yo ‘ol loony ass.”

  Semaj sat behind the tinted windows of the black coupe in the middle of the night as she peered out at the warehouse. Headlights off, it was pitch black out and all she could think about was how Gabe was about to die. Outwardly she appeared fearless, but something inside of her couldn’t help but to be fearful.

  Her grandfather had ordered his death. One of the Milano Hitters was supposed to be the one to carry out the murder, but the thought made her heart unsettled. It was a deadly action that she had to commit. Like her cousins, Semaj’s father had also been a hitman. While she was a direct reflection of his grimy ways, she hadn’t been a representation for his murderous ability. It was like she had seen the art of gunplay up close, but never partook in it. Tonight that would all change though.