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Money-Makin' Mamas 2
Money-Makin' Mamas 2
Money-Makin' Mamas 2
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This crazy Mama and her highly troublesome daughters are back and they’re making much noise. Karrine can’t keep her hands off Taffy’s main man, Honey, but falling for him will sting like an attack from a swarm of bees. Their relationship has plenty of ups and downs, but through it all, Mama will be the one who eventually saves them or tears them apart.
Many of Mama’s lifelong secrets will be revealed, too, and when more people discover that she is the mastermind behind the empire Honey has successfully operated for years, plenty of heads will roll and more dead bodies will hit the streets. Mama becomes a real force to be reckoned with, but even she can be brought down. Someone close to her is plotting to do it, and unfortunately, seeking revenge may leave one of these bad divas clinging to life or living a life sentence in prison, where many believe they belong.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherUrban Books
Release dateNov 29, 2016
ISBN9781622868650
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    TAFFY

    1

    This life of mine was a motherfucker, and I had my three daughters, Chyna, Simone, and Karrine, to thank for that. I felt that something had gone horribly wrong, and when the phone kept ringing, it confirmed my suspicions. Honey didn’t just call me back-to-back, unless it was important. I was on my way home from a friend’s house—yeah, that’s right . . . I had to get my fuck on every now and then too. Just because I was fifty-two didn’t mean my pussy had dried up and couldn’t be put to use. But you had better believe that the fine motherfucking nigga I had been giving all this good pussy to was worth it.

    What’s going on, Honey? I asked with an attitude. You would think that after getting some good dick I would be happy, but the thoughts of my daughters always consumed my mind.

    We got a problem.

    Okay. So handle it. I’m tired and I’m on my way home. Must you call to bug me about every goddamn little thing?

    It must be that time of the month for you. Then again, I suspect that you don’t have periods anymore, so why you sounding shitty?

    This nigga was tripping. I didn’t have time for small talk, so I hung up on his ass. When he called back, I didn’t bother to answer. I kept it moving to the crib, but ten minutes away from home, I did a U-turn in the middle of the street and headed to Honey’s house because I had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

    By the time I got to Honey’s house, it was almost one o’clock in the morning. I used my key to let myself in, but as soon as I entered I heard someone screaming out. The screams were more like a moan and a cry, and were starting to work my nerves.

    I took a few steps forward and could see a light-bright bitch straddling the top of Honey while he lay back on the couch. Her backside was facing me and her long, coal-black, curly hair fell far down her back. Honey had a tight grip on her ass that looked like it could use a little Botox to clear the wrinkles. From the way she was hollering, he was definitely putting something on her.

    I love this big black dick, she shouted while bouncing up and down on him. "Yo . . . you make my pussy feel so good, Honey. Damn it feels good!"

    At least she was satisfied, but Honey couldn’t have been. The bitch was moving more of her back than anything. She damn sure didn’t know how to grind her pussy. If I’d had my gun, I would have shot her ass dead for disappointing my son. And the sad thing was that she appeared to be a beautiful white woman. But everything that looked good wasn’t always good to you.

    While leaning against a thick column in the foyer, and getting a thrill out of watching this bullshit, I lit a cigarette and started to smoke. The lighting in the room was dim and a few candles were lit, I guess to set the mood. I hadn’t heard Honey grunt not one damn time. I was five seconds away from going into the room to break this heifer off with some sexual tips or something.

    Get up and turn around, Honey said, opting for another position.

    The chick didn’t hesitate to turn around with her ass now facing him. She carefully eased down on his dick that was standing tall like a black stick, hard as ever. I was kind of shocked by how big he was. No wonder Karrine had been tripping.

    Unable to handle him, the chick cried out again. I mean fuck all the screaming and hollering, moaning and groaning bullshit . . . put in some work and make his ass holler too! I was getting frustrated watching this mess and had taken a long drag from the cigarette then whistled smoke into the air.

    Pu . . . put your fingers in my ass, she shouted. Fucking play with my clit and then I’ll cum all over your face so you can suck cum from my pussy!

    Hell fucking naw. Did she really just say that dumb shit? She was expecting him to do all of that with her tiddays bouncing around and her pussy not doing nothing? As she bent over to display her ass to him, I guess he honored her wishes because she kept gasping for air and humming. I just didn’t understand young people these days. This unnecessary, freaky shit was too much.

    I dropped the cigarette on the marble floor then smashed it with the tip of my pointed stiletto. This was a waste of time. As the bitch sat on top of him backward with her eyes closed and mouth wide open, I walked further into the great room. While holding the chick’s hips and pumping his dick into her, Honey quickly raised up when he saw me. His quick move caused the chick to open her eyes.

    Who the fuck are you? she barked, then turned her head around to look at Honey. He was speechless at first, but he patted her ass and ordered her to get up.

    The bitch had the nerve to ask why. Was the dick that good that she couldn’t jump off of it?

    I folded my arms and my whole face twisted. Why? Because I’m his mother, that’s why. Have some damn respect and get yo’ ass up. You wasn’t doing anything no goddamn way.

    Honey knew this was about to turn ugly, so he sat up, causing her to rise up too.

    Go upstairs to the bedroom all the way at the end of the hall, he said to her. I’ll be there shortly.

    There was a look of embarrassment on the chick’s face. I couldn’t help but to fuck with her.

    Why do some of y’all chicks always go for the black dick and don’t know what to do with it? I don’t get it. If y’all can’t handle it, just leave it alone.

    Her eyes bugged. She tried to catch an attitude. I couldn’t care less that Honey’s a black man. And have you ever had to sit on anything like that before? Trust me, it ain’t easy.

    She had a point about that, because Honey was, indeed, packing. Ray certainly didn’t have it like he did.

    If you couldn’t care less that he’s a black man, then you need not specify the color of his dick when he’s fucking you. Furthermore, gon’ and take yo’ ass upstairs like he told you to. I don’t appreciate the tone you’ve taken with me, and must I remind you again that I am his mother.

    She walked her trashy ass away and headed upstairs. By then, Honey had sat up on the couch and was in the process of lighting a joint.

    I called to tell you that we had a problem, he said nonchalantly. But you hung up on me.

    So? What you gon’ do about it? Cry? In case you haven’t recognized me, I’m here. I came to see what was up, didn’t I?

    Honey sucked in heat from the joint, then reached it out to me.

    No, I’m good. And before you go any further, will you go somewhere and put on some clothes? Damn! It ain’t appropriate for no mother to be standing here talking to her son with his dick hanging. Not to mention that the condom is wet and dripping with cum.

    Honey let out a cackling laugh, then sat back on the couch. He rested his arms on top of it, ignoring my request.

    Here’s what’s up, he said. You know that li’l comment you made earlier about knocking Karrine off if she started tripping? Well, she started tripping. I had to shut her down for a minute. She should be all good by now, but the last time I checked on her, she was still in some pain.

    I knew exactly what comment Honey was talking about. My heart had already dropped to my stomach. I never wanted to see any of my children hurt, and I knew that if Honey had done something to Karrine it was basically because he felt as if he had no other choice.

    Honey told me exactly what had happened while I paced the floor. I had even walked over to the bar to pour myself a drink.

    So, let me get this straight. You done shot the shit out of my child, and now you’re down here rocking this other bitch’s pussy to sleep? I mean, where in the fuck is the remorse, Honey? Obviously, Karrine didn’t mean shit to you.

    She does, but you told me to back off that. I did and I got bored. You know a nigga like me got to take care of my needs, so why you acting all brand new? I don’t want you to be upset with me, but if Karrine had left this house, she may have caused some damage. She had overheard our conversation, so I had to explain that shit to her.

    It was cool to share some shit with her, but did you have to tell her everything? I’m not too happy about this, Honey. Where is she?

    She’s upstairs. A nurse is up there with her and so is yo’ girl, Trice. The bullet went into Karrine’s shoulder. She lost a lot of blood. She gon’ make it, so no worries.

    I wish I didn’t have to, but this shit with Karrine is driving me nuts. I’m going upstairs to check on her. And if you’re going to join me, be sure to put on some clothes.

    I will, as soon as I go finish up and knock some of this stress off me. I don’t want to keep the woman waiting.

    I don’t see what the rush is, because that bitch didn’t seem like she was bringing you any excitement. But that’s your business, not mine. I’m just saying.

    Honey laughed and stood up to stretch. I turned around, not wanting to look at him. Sometimes, I have to work with what I got, he said. This is only temporary, or, at least until Karrine gets well.

    I quickly turned around, but kept my eyes level with his. Don’t play, nigga. Know what lane to stay in and keep it moving with that other bitch. Like you said, she’s waiting.

    Honey headed upstairs, whistling as if he had no worries. Unfortunately, I did. I shot vodka to the back of my throat, then went upstairs to go see Karrine.

    Since Honey lived in a six-bedroom house, I wasn’t sure which room to go into, so I looked inside the first three that I saw. The third bedroom was where Karrine was. There was a night light on, as well as a TV. A nurse sat in one chair, asleep, and Trice sat in another. She was ’sleep, too, and so was Karrine. Two IV’s were stuck in her arm, and the right side of her arm and shoulder was wrapped in bandages. A bruised lump was on her forehead, along with a deep cut. Her lips looked dry and her skin appeared pale. Karrine had natural beauty, though, and without a drop of makeup on, she was very pretty.

    I woke up the nurse and Trice, asking them to leave the room. The nurse left right away, but Trice stopped to give me a hug.

    She’ll be okay, Trice said. I’ve been keeping my eyes on her and I’m not going to let her out of my sight. You know if you need anything, just let me know.

    I will, I said, watching Trice walk out of the room.

    Trice was my girl, and she was definitely somebody I trusted with my life. I knew with her here, Karrine was in good hands.

    I stood next to the bed, looking at Karrine. My thoughts turned to when she was just a little baby and how busy she used to be. Then I thought about how feisty she was growing up and all the difficulties I used to have with her in high school. She wasn’t necessarily a bad child, but she did challenge me a lot. Challenged me more than anybody had done, and I guess that was why I had the hardest time dealing with her. She was stubborn in a sense, just like me.

    Karrine, I said, whispering her name.

    She was sitting comfortably in bed with a Sleep Number mattress that was adjusted in a way that she could rest. All she did was shift her head to the other side when I called her name, but she didn’t open her eyes.

    I figured that she probably needed her rest, so I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and sat in one of the leather chairs. I picked up the remote and flipped through several channels, trying to see what was on TV. I settled on a BET movie and started to watch it. Fifteen minutes in, my cell phone rang. When I looked to see who the caller was, it was Chyna. I put the phone up to my ear.

    What do you want? I asked. Shouldn’t you be somewhere sleep or entertaining your clients?

    She laughed. I’m in between gigs, and I wanted to call to see what was up with you Miss Lady. You haven’t been here all day and I bet you’ve been somewhere gettin’ yo’ freak on, haven’t you?

    No, your brother is the one who gets his freak on. I just get my fuck on, but unfortunately, I haven’t been able to do so in a long time.

    Yeah, right. I don’t believe that for one minute, but oh well. I was just tryin’ to find out if or when you were comin’ home tonight. I also wanted to know if you’ve heard from Karrine? I’ve been callin’ her all day, but ain’t got no answer yet. I hope she’s okay.

    She’s fine. I got her taking care of some business for me.

    What kind of business? Is she still with Honey?

    Yes and no, but I’ll tell you all about it when I get home. I probably won’t be there until the morning.

    Okay, then. I’ma g’on ahead and get back to work. I made a killin’ tonight, and I picked up two more clients. One of them is kind of cute, but the other one is ugly as fuck. It was kind of hard lookin’ at him on the screen, but the good thing is I made him laugh, smile, and nut. We both are satisfied, so that’s what’s up.

    Well, go ahead and make that paper. And you know we don’t give a damn how they look, as long as their money is green and they can’t touch you.

    Amen to that. See you tomorrow, and before you come home, stop to get me some barbecue potato chips. I’ve been cravin’ some so bad.

    Craving? You ain’t pregnant, are you?

    Uh, no. I’m crampin’ right now and I should be on my period in a few more days. Now, about those chips. . . .

    Please.

    Please, Mama. I love you so very much and you are the best mama ever! Will you bring me those chips, pretty please?

    No, because I can’t stand fake bitches. Good-bye.

    Chyna laughed. And a diet soda, too!

    I hung up on her and shook my head. When I turned to Karrine, her eyes were opened and she was staring at me.

    How are you feeling? I asked.

    How do you think I’m feelin’? she asked softly. And why are you askin’? You don’t really care, do you?

    See, I knew this was going to turn ugly because Karrine was always negative and stirring up shit.

    I stood up and walked over to the bed. I do care, but I’m not going to spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I do. What in the hell is going on with you, Karrine? Why are you trying to be so damn difficult? I thought we squashed this shit, but you keep running over here to Honey making noise.

    The question is not what’s goin’ on with me, but rather what in the hell is goin’ on with you? Honey told me a lot of stuff, and I find it hard to believe that you’ve been keepin’ so much stuff from us, yet you want us to be open and honest with you about everything. This is too much right now, and all I want to do is get the fuck away from here and be done with it.

    "So you now know a lot of stuff about me that you didn’t know before. Girl, I could spend the next week telling you things about me that you don’t already know, and that stuff will shock the shit out of you. But I don’t tell you, because a lot of things are better off left in the past, and it’s not in your best interest to know about the business side of things that I conduct with Honey. As for you wanting to get the fuck away from here, that’s your choice. But if or when you leave, all I ask is that you keep your fucking mouth shut, and that you do not go around spreading my business. Doing so will get you hurt, and it also may get some people in trouble who I don’t want to be in trouble. Got it?"

    I guess you’re talkin’ about Honey. He’s the only person you really care about. I can’t believe that you told him to kill me. You gave him permission to do this to me. What kind of mother are you to condone some mess like this? You are a very poor excuse for a mother—and just so you know, yo’ parentin’ skills suck.

    Yeah, your mouth sucks, too, but I guess that ain’t about shit either, because Honey is in his bedroom right now fucking somebody else. I’m a damn good mother, Karrine, who is getting sick and tired of your shit. You always griping about who I care about and who the fuck are my favorites. I don’t have any favorites—the truth is, all of you muthafuckas can kiss my ass and go to hell. If you want a goddamn soccer mom who lives in the perimeters of a white picket fence, that ain’t me. If you want a good ole church-going mother who reads bedtime stories to her grown-ass kids, wipe their asses for them when they shit, and sit idly by when their kids slap them in their fucking faces, that ain’t me either. If I haven’t lived up to your expectations as a mother, too damn bad, because you ain’t lived up to mine as a daughter. Now, I’m sorry that Honey had to pull the trigger, but you damn lucky that he didn’t blow an extra hole up yo’ ass. I hope you feel better, and I guess I will see you when you get home. If not, so be it.

    I turned to walk away, but Karrine yelled after me. I’m not coming home, and don’t even think about comin’ to look for me when I’m gone, because I will be far, far away from here.

    I swung around with wrinkles lining my forehead and clapped my hands. Good, bitch. What do you want me to do? Fall down on my knees and start crying? Hell, no, Karrine, let me repeat . . . that ain’t me. I’ll tell you what—

    I stormed out of the room and hurried down the hallway and into Honey’s bedroom at the end of the hallway. As I busted through the double doors, he had the white chick kneeled on his California King bed while fucking the shit out of her doggie style. She was really getting her clown on now, but I was too upset to comment on her lack of skills.

    Honey snapped his head to the side to look at me. Damn, don’t you know how to knock? he asked.

    Don’t you know when to stop fucking? How about right now? I need your help with something. Put on a robe or something—and bring your checkbook with you.

    Now? he griped.

    All these disobedient kids were working me. I tried to be nice, but this was ridiculous. I took off my shoe and flung it at his ass, hitting him in the head.

    The next shoe will be aimed at her. Get out of that nasty coochie and come in here where I need you.

    I left the room, hoping that Honey would do like I told him to. I waited outside of the room Karrine was in, and less than five minutes later, Honey came out of his bedroom with a white, fluffy bath towel wrapped around him. I could tell he was mad by the frown on his face, but I seriously did not care.

    I went into the room where Karrine was and Honey followed behind me with the checkbook in his hand. Karrine looked past me and glared at him.

    I want you to know that you will pay for this, she

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