Misunderstood (Toussaint Mafia #4)

Chapter 4

“ S lower,” she moaned as he rocked in and out of her.

Peace shook his head as he held her legs back while peering down at his member. Boston tried to look with him but couldn’t because the pleasure was too consuming. It seemed to travel from her heart to her pussy to her mind all at once. Taking her to a place that she had never been and that was saying something because Boston loved sex. She’d never tell Peace, but she did it a lot before him but after him it was all so different.

Her man knew how to make what was before seem nonexistent as he recreated things, moments and now pleasure so that only what they shared mattered. Like how at the moment, he had her in their newly purchased home with her legs in the air as he fucked her slow and deep. Her body had been pampered and she’d taken the most luxurious bubble bath a woman could have. Now she was finishing the midday off with some dick. It was a beautiful life to live no doubt which was why she was praying she didn’t have to lose it.

“Damn this pussy feel so good. Come here,” Peace groaned and leaned down to kiss her lips.

Boston’s body bucked as he went deep pushing her legs against the mattress making her take it. Her eyes watered and Peace pulled back from the kiss to fuck her harder.

“I love you baby,” he professed, and Boston’s eyes leaked with tears. “And I’m not gone let nothing happen to you or our baby. I swear on my life, they can’t have you. I’ll set this shit on fire before I let that happen. Cause your mine and they will never lock you up. Your heart, your smile and this good ass pussy is all mine. Now let me feel it cum,” he demanded, and Boston’s head clashed into the pillow as her body released for him.

Hours later Boston walked through the vacant building in Blue Hill borough with her mom by her side and two guards trailing them. Unbeknownst to her sisters she was trying to rebuild the bond with her mom. All Boston’s life all she ever wanted was her mom to come back. Now that Jazmine was in fact alive she wasn’t gonna let nothing come between that. Not even her overbearing family.

“You like it momma?” Boston asked holding Jazmine’s hand. Yes she was needy as fuck and was proud of it. “Peace said he could have it renovated, and this would be perfect for the shelter I wanna open.”

Jazmine smiled as she peered around the inside of the building that was empty with damaged walls, dirty floors, and missing windows. It was four levels of nothing but opportunity for a good cause.

“I do like it, and I can’t wait to see what you do with it baby. I’m so proud of you my pretty Boston,” Jazmine smiled looking like Boston’s big sister instead of her mom.

Boston grinned and hugged her mom’s side. They were dressed alike in black Skims legging sets with their hair curly and fresh faces. Boston took her mom over to a set of old plastic chairs and she sat down needing a moment to take a break. Her baby was getting bigger, and it didn’t take much for her to be tired.

“You are glowing sweetie. Peace is good to you, yes?” Jazmine asked touching her belly.

Boston blushed as she thought of her man that did her so good before his flight to Miami to check on his newest club with Promise.

“He’s the best momma.”

Jazmine smiled.

“And he doesn’t cheat or beat on you? Because no matter what he has that doesn’t make shit like that okay. You are a queen Boston, and you don’t have to settle for less. If he’s doing things to hurt you then I’ll get you out of this marriage baby,” she assured her.

Boston shook her head.

“No, he’s not like that momma. I’ve actually never had a man hit me,” Boston stopped talking and her cheeks turned red. She thought of the one man that did strike her and her bright eyes glossed over. “Well daddy did slap me,” Boston divulged, and Jazmine quickly looked away from her while frowning.

“Carlos hit you?” she asked in a whisper that was laced with anger.

Boston cleared her throat.

“I mean it didn’t hurt. He was upset that I was seeing Peace, and he found out about me messing around with Cage. That’s Revvy’s?—"

“I know who he is baby. Don’t even worry about that boy. He always got on my damn nerves as a child. Stealing shit and spilling stuff on my damn Italian marble floors. You would think his mom would have had a handle on him, but she was too busy trying to chase down Revvy. If anything, his destiny was his own. I’m sure he wasn’t a stellar man and if someone felt the need to take his life then maybe he did something to provoke that, right?”

Boston’s heart raced as she nodded.

“ Right ,” she said softly, relieved that her mom wasn’t judging her.

“As long as we can live with the decisions that we are making then that’s all that matters. Then all we have to worry about is discussing them with the man up above and He’s merciful. Repent and He will forgive you of your sins if you have a clean heart,” Jazmine told her.

Boston felt relief until her eyes landed on the three men walking up the steps of the warehouse. Her guards blocked the men who were wearing black clothes with bullet proof vests and guns on their hips. Boston felt weak in the knees as she watched the men retrieve a badge.

“Don’t say anything, Boston. I’ll get a lawyer and believe nothing of what they say. There is no such thing as snitching and being able to walk away. Don’t forget that,” Jazmine said in a haste before helping Boston stand who was extremely quiet.

Boston nodded as the armed agents advanced on her.

“Boston Toussaint, we’d like you to come with us for some questioning. Right this way,” the agent spoke politely. “This isn’t an arrest but if you don’t speak with us we will go back and get a warrant. We’d like to do this the polite way. We don’t want to cause unnecessary harm to you or your baby,” he said sincerely but Boston knew better.

Boston looked to her mom and Jazmine nodded. She gave her a quick hug and sighed.

“I’ll meet you down there. She will not be in there for hours being questioned, especially without you all pressing charges,” Jazmine replied, and the agents smiled at her before escorting Boston away.

Twenty minutes later Boston sat inside of the warm holding room with two armed DEA agents. She felt relaxed with her hands on her belly as she peered across the table at the men.

“Can you explain to us how you know Cage Chery?” one of the agents asked reaching for his coffee.

Boston thought of Cage, and she recoiled on the inside. She had no clue that taking his life would be something she kept having to deal with. Regardless of what people said it was her karma for doing such a horrible thing but at the time she saw no other option. He wasn’t gonna let up on her and she had to make her move. She wasn’t a part of a life where people let shit go. It was the mafia, you had to show instead of tell in Marcy Falls.

“I grew up with him. We went to school together and church. Things of that nature.”

“And would you say that you two were romantically involved?” the agent asked.

Boston smirked as she looked at the agent.

“I’m an adult same as Cage was. Us being romantically involved has nothing to do with him losing his life. Cage was romantically involved with plenty of other women,” she sighed.

“Other women I’m sure he entertained but giving them $20,000 as a birthday gift is a bit much. It would seem to me like you and him were closer than normal. It would also seem to me that him pulling a weapon on you on the streets of Black Bottom is a good indicator that you ended on bad terms perhaps,” the agent explained. Boston kept a neutral look to her face as he sat back in his seat. “It would also seem to me that you do need a lawyer. Not only are you implicated in the case with your father you also could be facing charges of murder. This is very serious and if you want to make it out of this in one piece so that you can be a mother to your child. A mother that you didn’t have young lady you need to save yourself. Tell us where your father is and give us something on the founding members of the Michigan mafia so we can help you. We would give you full immunity and help you to relocate. How does that sound?”

“Her lawyer is here,” a woman spoke peaking her head into the room.

The DEA agent pulled out his card and slid it over to Boston as a well-groomed lawyer walked into the room. The same lawyer that was known for representing the mafia bosses. He was a shark and quick to sue the different agencies for any mistakes they made along the way.

“Don’t approach her again without a warrant. She doesn’t have any friends with the agency and isn’t looking to make any. So, she doesn’t need to see your all face again unless it’s necessary,” the lawyer spoke.

The DEA agents stood and smiled at the lawyer.

“With what we have she will be seeing us again very soon. Don’t you worry.”

“What you feel is right isn’t always the best option. The best way to become a slave to the devil is to give into your emotions. The irrational side of you that wants instant gratification. How do I know?” X smirked as he stood inside of the rec center room that was filled with young African American men who were dressed in flashy attire, and some not so well dressed. His slanted eyes peered around the room slowly and he sighed. He lifted his black Lanvin hoodie exposing the MCK tattoo that was in large calligraphy going across the top of his torso. Under the tattoo was the downtown Detroit skyline and the tattoo was done so artfully that one wouldn’t think it was a bad idea to get it. It blended seamlessly into X’s brown skin but the look on X’s face told another story.

“If this joint wasn’t so big I would have been covered it up, no lie,” he remarked lowering his hoodie.

The young men in the room laughed as X adjusted his Cuban chain.

“But I haven’t, not yet at least. For a long time that was me. A MCK and if y’all from the streets like you say you are then you know. It don’t get no realer than the MCK’s out here. They the big dawgs and if you want respect, money, and power in that world you have to go through them. However, God wanted something different for my life. Something that not even I saw coming. I did a lot of dirt,” X admitted, voice low, eyes on the ground as he reflected.

He was bigger than the last time Boston saw him. He was still handsome in his own right. A natural born leader as he carried the attention of everyone in the room easily. He rubbed at the back of his neck as his eyes ventured out into the crowd. He placed his left hand into his tattered sweats pocket as he paced the front of the room.

“God is faithful. He’s like no peace you’ve ever seen before. Being in His presence feels better than the last lick you hit, better than the finest woman you ever laid down with and better than touching some M’s. Trust me I done seen it all. Been with the baddest women you could imagine, even touched hundreds of thousands of dollars to the millions. My life was like a movie only it was destined to end up being one that ended in death or prison. When I started to feel the call of God it brought me to the church. Only when I walked in I didn’t see anybody that looked like me. I was tatted up, smelling like weed. Most likely high out of my mind but I knew I kept hearing something in my head. — Man in my spirit and I wanted to see what it was. See if this God thing was worth all the hype you know,” X smirked. “Them people ran me out of that church so quick. They knew who I was, and they didn’t want me to be a part of their church. They ran that place like a business. It was all about perception and me going there wasn’t gonna work for them. For a while I gave up on God. It wasn’t until I tried to run down on somebody that ended up being my mentor did I give God another chance and I been following Him ever since then. I’m not here to make you be me. My calling is different than yours. What I’m offering you is real peace. The type of peace that can help you sleep at night. The type of peace that can keep your family free from the stress of having to bury you before your time. I’m offering you an everlasting life, but it comes with a price. You gotta let the life you living now die. I want you to seriously ask yourself can you do that?”

X went on to speak for another twenty minutes before the men in the room were standing to leave. Once he was done clearing the room he joined Boston in the back row and opened the cap on a Gatorade while smirking over at her. Boston flashed him her ring before pointing to her baby bump and he chuckled.

“That man moved fast huh? Congrats, love and new life looks good on you,” he replied.

Boston rubbed her belly while nodding.

“I need you to pray for me. I’m trying to not kill someone that was once like a best friend to me. Now I fear she’s working for the DEA, or the Opps and my first instinct is to kill her X but I’m really trying not to,” Boston cut straight to the chase.

X’s eyes didn’t widen, and he didn’t seem put off by her request. Instead, he waved over a gorgeous petite beauty with cropped black hair and gentle brown eyes. The woman was dressed comfortably like him in tattered sweats with chunky sneakers.

“This is Safiyaa, she’s gonna pray with us,” X explained and finished half the bottle of Gatorade.

Boston nodded nervously hoping he didn’t reveal her plight in front of someone she didn’t know.

“Hi,” Safiyaa spoke and helped Boston stand.

Boston smiled at the woman that was about five inches shorter than her.

“Hi.”

X stood and washed his hands before coming back over to Boston. As the short woman stood behind her he stood in her front. He grabbed Boston’s hands while looking into her eyes.

“The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, Boston. God led you here tonight for a reason. He wanted you to be comforted and He wanted to save you from yourself. Father God we come together in petition with Boston for her covering. We pray that everything the enemy throws her way is demolished in the name of the living God. You are a healer, and you will provide all of our needs. We pray that you save Boston from herself, her past and the people wanting to hold her back. I pray that you guide Boston to where you want her to be. I pray that you never stop showing her grace and if it is in your will, so shall it be done. Amen.”

“Amen,” Safiyaa said softly before rubbing Boston’s back. “And while he was praying for you, God told me that you are going to be fine. He says that He’s not done with you yet and that all of your trials and tribulations won’t be in vain. He’s shaping you to do His will Boston. Don’t forget that. Have a good night.”

Boston felt her eyes water as she reclaimed her seat with X. He sat back and briefly watched his men clean out the room before clearing his throat.

“Nothing happens by chance, Boston. It was meant for us to meet in Vegas and everything that is happening to you right now is for a reason. Do what God is telling you to do and trust that He will work out the rest.”

“I can’t go to jail, X. Just the thought alone of watching everyone else raise my baby is driving me insane. I tried to let her make it, but I know she’s talking. The DEA is telling me things that only Namari knows. I mean I would never do this to her. I can’t believe she’s out here trying to hurt me like this,” Boston frowned.

She rested her head onto X’s shoulder feeling a close connection with him. It wasn’t sexual but spiritually she felt like he was a part of her family.

“I know you don’t wanna hear this “B” but we gotta pray for her. Ask God to cover you and then we have to know that He will. At least pray first and if you feel like that’s not working come back to me before you do something rash. Deal, lil sis?”

Boston nodded as she hoped that praying would be enough to get Namari to have a change of heart because she feared what came next for her old best friend wouldn’t be so holy.

“Deal,” she whispered making X smirk.

“Gods gonna work it out. Don’t ask how, just believe, and know that He is. Trust lil sis He done got me out of way worse situations than that. And if he did it for me, why wouldn’t He do it for you?”