The next two days, I didn’t get any sleep because I kept thinking about Jay-Roc. I called the Africans and Prince gave me a number to a Jewish lawyer he knew. I made an appointment to meet with him later in the day in Manhattan.
All day my mind was racing with the thought of foul play. There had to be more to the story.
Asia had a few days off from school, so I asked her to go and sit with Shareeka for a couple of days. She didn’t mind; that was her best friend. She would do anything for her, just like I would do anything for Jay-Roc.
I brought Rahmeek with me to go and see the lawyer. When we arrived, a young, sexy, red bone female was leaving out of the office. Rahmeek was on her with the quickness. It looked like she was giving him some play too.
While he tried to make a new friend I went into the office to speak to the lawyer, Mr. Steven Bergorwitz.
He stood up from his big, brown leather chair when he spotted me coming through the door. He was a short, chubby, pale-skinned man with beady eyes and short, dark hair. We shook hands and I told him my name. He asked me to sit and we discussed the matter.
Bergorwitz explained to me that once he got more facts about the case he would let me know what he could do. From our conversation I could tell he was a man of his word. It didn’t matter how much money I threw at him, he still wouldn’t guarantee me anything.
I left Bergorwitz with fifty-thousand dollars in cash and gave him the details on Jay-Roc’s next court appearance date. He said he would make sure he spoke with him before the next court date and he would call me to keep me updated.
I got downstairs to the reception area and Rahmeek was still talking to the red bone. He had to have her by now. I let him know what the situation was and we left.
''King, you know I can handle anything you need me to,'' he said as we rode on the highway.
''Yeah, I know, but it’s not time yet my nigga...I’ma figure it out. I know you got me.''
''As long as you know,'' he said. ''Ayo, did you see that bad bitch I bagged back there?''
''Yeah, shorty got a fat ass. You gotta hit that.''
''No doubt!''
While we were riding my cell phone started to ring. I pressed the button to answer it and put it on speakerphone.
''Asia, what’s up?'' I asked as I sped on the Westside highway.
''Deon, something funny is going on and I need to speak with you in person. Where are you at?'' She asked. She sounded anxious and Asia didn’t usually sound like that.
''I’m on the highway. I’ll be there in forty minutes. Are you still at Shareeka’s house?''
''No, I’m on my way home,'' she replied.
''All right, I’ll meet you at the house.''
I got off at my exit and parked the car in the back parking lot and Rahmeek and I walked around to the front. I saw Asia’s car parked outside the building and we went upstairs.
''Asia!'' I yelled out when I entered.
''Yes...I’m in the back.''
''I got company. Are you dressed?''
When she said yes Rahmeek and I walked to the master bedroom.
''Deon,'' she said. ''I don’t know what’s going on, but something is up with Shareeka.''
''What happened?'' I asked.
''I was at the house with her and I was upstairs looking through baby Tiana’s pictures,'' she said, taking a seat on the bed. ''I heard a car pull into the driveway so I looked out the window and it was your friend Lou. I watched Shareeka run out to the car and they started arguing. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they went on for over ten minutes. Before he got back in his car she kissed him, and not just a peck on the lips either, they were kissing for real. That shit bugged me out so I made up an excuse and told her I had to leave. That’s when I called you.''
''Are you sure it was Lou?'' I asked her.
''Deon, he’s the only nigga in New York with a red Lamborghini.'' She answered.
I didn’t know what to say. I put my hands over my face and shook my head in disbelief. How was I going to explain this to Jay-Roc? He would lose his mind. This shit was about to get ugly.
I stayed away from the streets for the next few days because I needed to get my thoughts in order. The team was falling apart and I was not about to let it mess up my money.
I opened up the spots in Brooklyn and had Rahmeek collecting the profits. Reemo was in Queens holding that down and I had recently set up shop in the Bronx.
On Monday morning Jay-Roc was due in court. Saturday evening I got a call from Shareeka saying that she received a letter from him, but she couldn’t understand what it was saying. I wasted no time getting over to her house. I didn’t know if she had shown the letter to anyone yet.
When I got there I could see why she didn’t understand it. He wrote it in code. I read the letter and in it Jay-Roc was saying that the feds had been building a case for the last six months and that someone he was close to was helping them out.
The entire time I sat there talking to Shareeka I was staring her in the eyes. I could see she was hiding something. She was not telling me the whole story. I asked her when the last time she saw Lou was and she lied to me, right there in my face; she said she hadn’t seen him in weeks.
I never told Reemo about the incident Asia witnessed because I needed to see it for myself. I rented a car and hid out down the block from Shareeka’s house. After three nights of doing that I finally got to see what I was looking for.
Early Wednesday morning I watched Lou’s car pull into Shareeka’s driveway and he got out and went into the house. He didn’t come out until Thursday afternoon. It was official Shareeka was fucking Lou. I had to tell my boy Jay-Roc.
After his initial court appearance, Mr. Bergorwitz called me and said that Jay-Roc’s case was not looking good. He told me that his best bet was to plead out to a lesser charge. He said they had sufficient evidence to convict him and someone who was willing to testify against him. The feds were offering him fifteen years on a plea.
I planned on visiting him to see how he was doing. Fifteen years was a long time, but it was better than losing trial and getting fifty. I was going to talk to him to let him know everything that was going on.
It was December 23, 2001 and I was on my way to 29th street in Brooklyn to the Metropolitan Detention Center (MDC) to visit Jay-Roc. I was kind of nervous because I had never been in a prison before.
When I finally got inside the facility I was searched and led through a metal detector. They finished processing me and I was escorted to a room that was filled with other visitors, mostly women and kids. The room was cold and loud. You could hear the clamor of conversations as family and friends visited their loved ones.
The escorting officer told me to take a seat at window eleven where a hard, plastic partition separated inmate from civilian. I sat patiently waiting for Jay-Roc to come down.
Twenty minutes later I saw him walk through the steel door wearing standard khaki, federal issued clothing. I could see the stress on his face as he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of me. We reached for the black telephones at the same time.
''Jay-Roc, what’s up?'' I said. It was hard for me to look him in his eyes, but I managed.
''Peace, King...how you?''
''I’m all right, holding things down on the streets...you know how it is.''
''Yeah, so what’s the word? Did you get the letter I sent to Shareeka?'' He asked.
''Yeah, I got it...'' I paused. ''Jay-Roc, I got some bad news my nigga.''
''What, that shit the lawyer is talkin’ about? I already know. I’m not coppin’ out to anything...we going to trial.'' He said, cutting me off before I could finish.
I took a deep breath and continued to speak. ''Nah, it’s not that...it’s something else. Your boy Lou is a foul nigga, Jay-Roc. He’s fucking Shareeka behind your back and I think the two of them have something to do with this whole thing,'' I said.
He squinted his eyes and he looked at me as if he was trying to look t
hrough me. ''What the fuck you mean, you think!'' He yelled through the receiver. ''I don’t believe that shit!''
I had a feeling that he wouldn’t believe me and there was nothing I could say to convince him I was telling the truth. I tried to keep my cool and not get in to an argument with him, but it was hard.
''Jay-Roc, you know I wouldn’t come to you with some bullshit...that bitch is a snake.'' I said.
''Fuck you, Deon! You lettin’ all this shit got to your head. You ain’t no motherfuckin’ King, nigga...I built this shit! You wouldn’t be shit without me nigga!'' He shouted at the top of his lungs.
''You know something, you’re right Jay-Roc, I wouldn’t be shit without you. You taught me this game and I very much appreciate it, but look at me now...'' I said, tapping my chest. ''I’m running this shit! I am the King nigga...and don’t ever forget that shit.''
''This game fucked your head up Deon,'' he said. ''It’s crazy, ‘cause I thought you was my man. The fuckin’ feds don’t want me they want you. They been trying to get me to give them more information on you, but I ain’t that type of nigga. I was holding you down...and you come up in here with this bullshit. Get the fuck outta my face, Deon.'' He finished and slammed the receiver down.
I was furious and I was letting my anger get the best of me. Jay-Roc is my boy, but I let him get under my skin with those statements he made.
I stormed out of MDC heated.
On my way home I called Asia and told her what just took place. She advised me not to stress over it because everything would soon come to the light.
When the streets realized that Jay-Roc would be out of the picture for a minute, dudes started acting funny. Everyday for two weeks straight I was laying the murder game down on niggas because they either said something slick or just tried to outright disrespect me. I was letting niggas know how real this shit could get.
I had Rahmeek by my side bussing heads too. He was turning the streets upside down. Everything moving got touched and nobody was selling anything unless I got a percentage. The King stamp not only took over Brooklyn, but the whole New York City, everywhere you went the streets were talking about that King dope.
One morning I called Reemo and asked him to meet me on Halsey and Malcolm X Boulevard. He said he would be there in fifteen minutes.
When he pulled up I told him to come inside the store.
''King, what’s good?'' He said, taking a seat across from me.
''Everything is my nigga...that nigga Lou ain’t doing right, look at this shit,'' I said, handing him some pictures I had taken of Shareeka and Lou together. I knew it would be hard to make people believe Lou was not loyal, so I went on another stakeout and took pictures so I could have concrete evidence.
Reemo’s eyes grew wide at the site of the pictures. ''Get the fuck outta here! That snake ass nigga!'' he spat. ''Yo, does Jay-Roc know about this?''
''Reemo, I tried to tell him, but he’s not trying to hear shit. We had a huge fallout over this shit when I went to see him at MDC.''
''Fuck that, King...that nigga Lou gotta go!'' Reemo said, sliding the pictures back to me. ''Do you think the two of them set this whole shit up?''
''Who else could it be? I know they had something to do with it and before they fuck anymore of my money up, their asses are going to be dealt with.'' I said.
''You want me to handle this, King?'' He asked seriously.
''Nah, I’ma take care of it. Don’t worry about it Reemo.''
Chapter Thirteen
My business with the Africans tripled and I was moving more dope than I ever expected to. I was also spending more time in Jersey due to a certain special person.
Malikah and I were getting to know each other a little bit better. She even let me take her out one night. After dinner and some drinks we ended up at the Marriott Hotel in West Orange.
When we got upstairs to the room, Malikah immediately began kissing me like she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Her tongue was sweet and her lips were so soft.
I removed the spaghetti straps from her shoulders and her Versace dress fell to the carpet. Her breasts were firm and stood upright in her Victoria Secret bra. Her body was amazing.
She pushed me onto the king sized bed and straddled me like she was riding a horse, then she bent over and began unbuttoning my Prada, dress shirt while kissing on my chest. She licked me down the middle of my stomach and left a stream of her saliva.
I helped her get my pants down and she grabbed my dick through my boxer briefs and massaged it. I was in ecstasy. I had never felt so good in my life.
Malikah pulled my briefs down and took me inside her mouth. The warm sensation from her tongue made me quiver. She sucked me until I was hard as stone. Her head game was terrific. She jerked my dick with one hand and sucked on my sack until I told her I was about to cum.
She then took me back into her mouth and swallowed every drop I released. She looked at me and smiled and my dick started to get hard again.
I turned her on her back and took off her bra so I could taste her beautiful breast. Her nipples got hard and I kissed around her belly button then slid her thong off in the process.
When I put my face to her vagina she smelled like sweet roses. I let my tongue work magic on her clitoris. She was going crazy. She grabbed my head and pushed me further into her canal.
She began screaming out, ''Oh...King, I’m cumming!''
She pushed my head back and cum squirted out of her pussy. I had never seen anything like it before.
We did it in every position you could imagine. We fucked each other to sleep and woke up the next morning and did it again. It was the best sex I ever had in my life.
After that night I knew I was going to have problems with Prince and Zabu because I had to have Malikah. There was no way she was going back to him.
I told her I was coming for her when my business was handled in New York. She smiled and told me she would be waiting for me.
I continued to act as if nothing was going on when I went to meet with Prince and Zabu, but I was also strategizing my plot to take them out. They directed the flow of all the heroin on the entire east coast, so if I could get rid of them and get established with their connect everything would be in my control. I knew I had to come correct if I was going to war with the Africans, they came in numbers. Them niggas were running around chopping heads off and spearing niggas on some Zulu shit.
Whatever it was I planned on doing had to be well thought out and executed to a tee.
I began to assemble my army one man at a time. My first order of business was to exterminate a snake named Lamborghini Lou. I gave Rahmeek the green light to go ahead and disperse of Lou and he was all for it. Rahmeek lived for the excitement he got from murdering someone and watching him or her take their last breath. He solidified a permanent mark on the streets and instilled in the people’s hearts that fear equals control.
Rahmeek is a certified killer, and he’s taking orders from me. In this city nothing moved without my knowing. I sat on the throne as the King…untouched!
The violent winds blew extremely hard, ripping at my face as I stood in front of the bodega on Halsey Street with Lou and Reemo discussing the previous night’s profits. Out the corner of my eye I noticed a black, Honda R1 hop the sidewalk. The rider wore a black helmet and matching motorcycle gear.
He jumped from the bike and approached us. Before anyone of us could react he raised a chrome handgun and fired three shots into Lou’s chest cavity leaving nickel- sized holes. Pedestrians screamed for their life and raced toward the opposite direction.
Reemo took off running and Lou fell to the ground wrenching in pain. The shooter quickly jumped back on his bike and peeled off and I hopped in my car and sped away.
Later that night Rahmeek and I tiptoed through Shareeka’s back yard. The house looked empty, but we knew she was home. Rahmeek picked the locked and we entered the silent home.
''Yo, let me talk to her,'' I said. ''
Don’t go up in here shooting shit up like you did earlier. I thought you was going to hit me.'' I complained as we made our way upstairs to the bedroom.
''That was my fault, King…I was amped up, it won’t happen again.'' He said, through the hole in his ski mask.
When we got to the second floor of the house I could hear Shareeka singing in the bathroom. I went to the door and turned the knob. She was taken by surprise when she saw me standing there.
''What’s up, Shareeka?'' I asked.
''What the fuck are you doing in my house, Deon…and who the fuck is that?'' She shouted, pointing at Rahmeek.
''Don’t worry about all that, what the fuck is this shit?” I said, tossing the pictures at her. Her mouth dropped and her eyes popped out at the sight of them. I grabbed her by the arm and she yanked away from me and pulled a gun from the small of her back.
She pointed the gun in my face. ''Wait!'' I yelled to Rahmeek, stopping him from shooting her. ''Shareeka, put the gun down. I just want to talk to you.''
''Talk to me about what, Deon?''
''Just put the fucking gun down!'' I screamed, reaching for the weapon. She jerked back and fired a shot that crashed into the ceiling.
I grabbed the gun and we tussled back and forth. When I almost had it out of her hand, another shot went off. I glanced at Rahmeek and he looked back at me shaking his head, no. My eyes fell on a red spot in the middle of Shareeka's chest. She tried to speak, but the blood caught in her throat made her gag. Her body went limp and she collapsed to the cold, bathroom floor.
''Oh shit...!'' I cursed. ''Shareeka, get up!...''I shouted, but she didn't answer.
''Yo, King...we gotta get outta here!'' Rahmeek screamed.
I stood there for a moment and stared down into Shareeka's terror filled eyes. She was lifeless and I was to blame. I hadn't come with intentions to kill her; all I wanted to do was talk to her and ask her what was going on. Now that she's gone, I may not ever get the truth.
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