Boss Mama by Ashon Thadon (best new books to read TXT) 📕

Her older brother of two years, Charles Willow, street alias Bad Luck Chuck, or Luck for short, was one of the reasons she learned so much about people and how to deal with him. Charles got his name because whenever he showed up, it was bad luck for someone that day. He was a notorious player in the drug game and had connection for weaponry of all types since one of his best friend was in the Navy and stayed hooking Charles up with items. Their father, Charleston Willow, was a great dice player and poker hustler. He met their beautifully mother, Alexandria Martinez, exactly on the arms of another man, a big Spanish drug lord that run half of Spanish Harlem all the way to Washington Heights named El Jefe Loco(The Crazy Boss). El Jefe Loco got that name simply he would react to the simplest matter to the ultimate extreme even bring harm to his own workers. Charleston, who street alias was Crooked, wasn’t afraid of El Jefe Loco, not in the least bit and he proved when the Dominican crime boss came to a card game with Alexandria that Charleston was helping sponsor. Charleston waited until they were only two players left at the table on a particular hand and that’s when Charleston pulled out all the stops. He put all his chips on the table, his gold Rolex watch, and the actually custom made shirt of his back and stated that if Loco won that hand, he could have it all. But if Loco lost, Alexandria had to give Charleston a kiss on the lips. Loco was outraged and was about to pull out his trusty Smith & Wesson Glock pistol and put two in Charleston’s chest but Charleston called his bluff. ‘You scared you going to lose,’ Charleston said. ‘All you lose a kiss, I’m the only betting everything on the line.’ Loco looked at the cards in his hands and then his woman. Loco figured he had nothing to lose. Besides if he really lose the hand, he would still shoot Charleston before Charleston even got a chance to kiss Alexandria. However, the joke was on Loco because a hit was already put on his head by a higher player in the game and the card game was just a lure to get him in one place. Loco put his cards on the table and smiled. Charleston smiled too and put down his cards. ‘I guess I win’ was all Charleston said. Loco lifted up the table in a rage and before he pull out his weapon of choice, Charleston calmly pulled out his weapon, a Heckler and Koch Glock, from the side holster he keep concealed in his suit jacket. He shot Loco three times in the head as Alexandria screamed and everybody else started running. Charleston quickly grabbed Alexandria and embraced her. ‘Now to collect my prize’ was the last words Charleston said before they began their new life together.

Chardae remembered her father from her earlier childhood. Charleston was still heavy in the streets but after their mother gave birth to his two children, Charles and Chardae, he slowed down his hustle and killing game. Charleston didn’t know much about genetic pools and how people’s genetic makeup works but he had the hardest fathoming how Charles was dark as midnight like him but Chardae was as light as her mother. The siblings looked like ebony and ivory together.

Alexandria never worked a day in her life. Her job was maintain her beauty and take care of her children. Charleston for the most part made sure Alexandria had pretty much everything to do so. Chardae knew her father didn’t have a regular nine to five like the other dads on their block because he always came home with a smile and presents every time he walked in the door. By the time Charles and Chardae got into first grade, they were already hated because they dressed better than the other kids and they lived in a better home. Her father always taught her that people were going to hate on her regardless because they could never be like her. He also embedded in her qualities and values to look for in people and to never use the word ‘friend’ loosely and to always remember to not owe people. ‘A favor will kill you faster than a bullet’ was his favorite saying. Both Charles and Chardae learned a lot from their father as far as street knowledge and how not to get played. Their mother was a fashion whore and had been since she ran with Loco so it was easy to make sure her children dressed fancy to a tee especially Chardae, her spitting image. Their father also taught them one other thing that was vital to their existence: how to defend themselves. He showed him how to use guns and knives because he knew the streets hated fortunate people and will try anything to make sure they didn’t stay fortunate.

So by the time Chardae turned fourteen, she was the ultimate envy of the block. Every girl wanted to be her friend and every boy wanted her by their side. Then tragedy stuck hard for young Chardae and her family. Her father coming home one day got gunned down by a group of young thugs with masks on. Nobody claimed responsibility but nobody also didn’t say who was responsible. Calm Charles quickly at the tender age of sixteen became a terror after that. He was already blessed with his father’s height at 6’4 by that age and looked more like a grown man than a teenage kid. Charles wanted to find out who killed his father and started hanging with the wrong crowds after that to fill that void that not having his father was making.

Chardae soon followed suit because she couldn’t see her mother turned from the sophisticated lady of stature to a nervous wreck because all her life Alexandria was just comfortable being the trophy wife or girlfriend. She didn’t have any real skills and she now started depending on her teenage children. Charles adapted to street life rather quickly and Chardae soon became his student. He kept her close to the hip mainly so she would still have a male role model even though their father was gone and mostly so no fresh ass dudes would try to take advantage of her. But later did Charles know, Chardae was not a naïve little girl and she used both her father’s and her brother’s teachings into molding her to be the baddest chick she could be.

Charles ended up being with an older lady that in Sumner houses, a housing project in Brooklyn and she used her connection to get him an apartment in the same building she lived in. The lady used her real son’s name, who was over 21, and lived somewhere else to get Charles into the apartment. Of course Charles extended his new crib to his twin, Chardae, who loved using it from time to time. When Charles suggested his mother now get a job instead of depending on her kids like she did with her father, she left. Their mother just packed her bags and left. Chardae never forgot that day she came home to where her father had built a life for his wife and his kids and all her mother’s belongings were up and gone. She never looked the fact their mother only depended on her father to get by and she vowed from that day on to never be like her. As much as the young hustlers on the block kept telling her they would take care of her, she knew it was bullshit. Only man that was ever obligated to care of her and did it with no remorse was her father and he was no longer with her. She had to fiend for self. Chardae still stayed at the house being that it was still paid for except for the monthly mortgage which her brother paid off with his illegal hustles. Charles was getting to be a legend like his father was. And Chardae was next up on the throne.

Chapter 3

“In the case of the State of New York versus Chardae Willows…”

Today was the day that determined Chardae Willow’s fate. A whole year and a half had passed since that day Chardae had ended the life of her best friend, Janice’s, abusive boyfriend, Tyrel Greene. To Chardae, justice had been done. She was willing to except her fate. The prosecutor was trying to get Chardae on murder in the second degree but her defense team was going for manslaughter in the first degree. However, since Chardae brought the gun, the murder charge was more than likely going to stick despite the fact she was distraught and went into a rage after seeing her best friend beaten up and bloody. Her defense team was claiming Chardae brought the gun over to scare Tyrel not intentionally kill him. There were police reports were she and Janice had called the police on Tyrel and he was released the next day and back in the house. Janice even took the witness stand stating she tried to leave Tyrel several times but was threatened every time. Janice made the jury see she was scared for her life and the only person she could turn to was Chardae.

Chardae’s defense team also stated Chardae acted in self-defense and was in fear of her life as well. She brought the gun not only to scare Tyrel but to protect herself as well. Chardae’s attorney painted Tyrel as a vicious woman abuser that dodged the law time and time again and would have continued his behavior until Janice was eventually dead.

Before the decision went to the jury, the assistant district attorney came to Chardae and her lawyer and offered Murder in the Second with 15 years with parole. Chardae declined that real fast. To Chardae, she saved her friend when everybody else was too much of a pussy to do so. Chardae’s attorney believed they had a good case and backed her decision.

“Madame Foreperson, has the jury reached a verdict?”

Chardae looked at the jury as she at the defendant’s table with her lawyers in a pink striped suit and skirt outfit that her brother had one of his girls buy her for the trial. Chardae couldn’t believe six people would determine her freedom and for how long. She hated the fact that these people that she didn’t even know could now control her fate. Chardae looked at the middle aged Caucasian judge that had been eying her through the whole trial. If push came to shove, she would give him some if it meant she didn’t go to jail but three old white bitches, one black girl, and two elder gentlemen were the deciders of her destiny.

“Yes, your honor, we have.”

The oldest lady of the group made herself Foreperson. Chardae remembered her