Carl Weber's Kingpins

by Treasure Hernandez

He knew he couldn’t just hop out in front of Lou’s spot and gun them down. That would be asking for trouble he didn’t need. So instead, he waited, hoping they’d go in a direction that took them away from Lou’s Lounge. As luck would have it, Kafisa, Halimah, and Nu-Nu started walking in the direction in which C-Dub was parked inconspicuously. “Yeah, come to Papa.” He nodded. C-Dub hit the UNLOCK button on his Chrysler. He cracked open his driver’s door, then leaned his seat back some. Just as they approached, C-Dub hopped out of his whip and sprang into action.

  The four wild shots that followed C-Dub’s sudden outburst gave Kafisa and Halimah enough time to take cover. Nu-Nu, on the other hand, was not so lucky. The side window of the car she had chosen as a shield was penetrated by one of the shots from the rapid firing of C-Dub’s MAC-10, and the bullet tore into her left shoulder.

  “Shit!” C-Dub cursed when he realized three bullets had gone astray and now his cover was blown.

  By now, Kafisa, Halimah, and a wounded Nu-Nu had their weapons drawn. They immediately began to return fire. This was not how C-Dub had envisioned things. He had gotten the drop on them and had fouled up the opportunity. He let off eight more shots in succession as a diversion, then hopped back in his whip. As he sped off, the back of C-Dub’s car was met with a barrage of bullets. He lost control of the vehicle and slammed into a parked car.

  Kafisa watched as C-Dub’s car crashed. Before she made her way up the street to his car, she did a quick survey of the area. She saw that Nu-Nu was down and Halimah was now by her side.

  “I got her. Go get that muthafucka!” Halimah bellowed.

  Kafisa nodded. She didn’t waste another second. She rushed up the block to finish the job.

  C-Dub had lost consciousness, but he regained it a minute later. Reality set in. He knew Kafisa and her crew were not too far behind. He reached for the car door handle. The door wouldn’t open. “Come on!” he yelled, but the door remained stuck. C-Dub pressed his weight up against the door and began to push forcefully. The car door opened a few inches, but not quickly enough.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ move, pussy-ass muthafucka!” Kafisa spat.

  When C-Dub peered up, he was met with Kafisa’s weapon just inches away from his face. A smile appeared across C-Dub’s face. “So this how it ends, huh?” he asked.

  “Nigga, shut the fuck up!” Kafisa’s emotions were running wild. She couldn’t believe that she had finally tracked C-Dub down, and now the moment of truth was here. She leaned in and snatched C-Dub’s weapon out of his hand as she kept her 9 mm aimed at his head. She tossed C-Dub’s MAC-10 behind her and cocked her own weapon.

  “Before you pull that trigger . . .” C-Dub cleared his throat. “There’s something that I think you should know,” he stated with a heinous smirk.

  “Nigga, ain’t nothing you can say to get the fuck out of this,” Kafisa assured him. Her grip tighten up on her 9 mm.

  “I swear, you’re gonna wanna hear this,” C-Dub insisted. “It’s about your father.”

  The mention of her dad sent Kafisa over the deep end. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ mention his name!” Kafisa spat. “If he were still alive, he’d kill you himself!” she shouted.

  “Well, he ain’t shit.” C-Dub let out an insane laugh. “Because I got his ass killed, you stupid fuckin’ bitch!”

  Before she had time to react, C-Dub shifted all his weight onto the door and it flew open. The moving door caught Kafisa by surprise and knocked her back. Her gun flew out of her hand as she plunged to the hard concrete. C-Dub hopped out of the crashed vehicle. He quickly looked around for his gun but could not locate it. He did, however, see Kafisa’s gun lying across the street. Just as he was about to head over toward it, he saw Halimah rushing up the street, headed his way.

  C-Dub grimaced. “Bitch!” He kicked Kafisa in the midsection. “I’ll see you another time, bitch. I promise you that,” he thundered. He fled up the block to the sound of sirens in the distance.

  “Fee!”

  Kafisa heard Halimah call out to her. When she opened her eyes, she saw Halimah hovering over her. She grabbed the back of her head with her right hand and her stomach with the other.

  “That muthafucka got away,” Halimah informed her.

  Kafisa didn’t say a word. She was still trying to process what C-Dub had said to her. Tears began to stream out of her eyes as she continued to sit in the middle of the street.

  “Fee, what’s wrong?” Halimah kneeled down to help her up.

  “I’m all right!” Kafisa pulled away. She stood up on her own and cleared the big lump that had formed in her throat. She wiped her face with her hands several times, but despite her efforts, uncontrollable tears continued to pour out of her eyes.

  “Fee, what the hell is wrong?” A concerned and confused Halimah wanted to know what was causing this outpouring of emotion. She threw her arms around Kafisa’s shoulders. Kafisa looked to the sky and shook her head. She tried to find the words. She closed her eyes, then opened them. She had been given another reason to hate C-Dub and want him dead. What had started out as just business had now become personal for Kafisa. She cleared her throat for a second time. She turned and looked at Halimah.

  “That motherfucka killed my father!” Kafisa bellowed.

  All Halimah could do was stand there in shock as Kafisa dropped the news on her about her father.

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Weeks later ...

  C-Dub rose up out of bed. He jerked his head from side to side. He could literally hear his neck cracking. He planted his feet on the plush carpet and then slipped them into the house slippers on the side of the bed. He stood and stretched. The same noise that had come from his neck could be heard coming from his back. Ever since he had run out of the painkillers for the injuries he’d sustained in the car crash, the result of fleeing from the barrage of bullets Kafisa and her crew were firing at him, he had been waking up sore and stiff.

  Luckily, he had managed to escape with just a flesh wound on his right shoulder. C-Dub slipped his arms into his shirt and slowly buttoned its buttons. He glanced back at his bed when he heard the sound of his covers rustling.

  “Where you going?” Carmen’s head popped out from underneath the covers.

  C-Dub ignored her question. He continued to dress.

  Carmen sucked her teeth. “You didn’t hear me?” she questioned.

  C-Dub looked down at her. “Yeah, I heard you.”

  Carmen rolled her eyes.

  C-Dub continued to dress slowly.

  Carmen reached out and grabbed hold of C-Dub’s hand, preventing him from buckling his belt. “You should come back to bed,” she suggested. She was already pulling down C-Dub’s jeans zipper.

  “I’m hungry,” C-Dub announced abruptly.

  “So am I,” Carmen cooed seductively. She slipped her hand in C-Dub’s jeans through the parted zipper.

  “Chill.” C-Dub made a failed attempt to push her hand away.

  Carmen slid closer to the edge of the bed. Before he knew it, she had C-Dub’s partial hardness poking through the slit of his boxers. C-Dub started to protest again, but the warmth of Carmen’s hand wrapped around his dick caused him to lose his train of thought. Carmen replaced her hand with her mouth. She sucked C-Dub’s dick to a full erection.

  “Shit,” C-Dub moaned. He placed one hand on Carmen’s head and the other on his hip. Between her lip service and the pain from his injuries, it was a task just keeping his balance as Carmen went to work on his shaft.

  Carmen licked around the helmet, then up and down the spine of his rock-hard dick. She then pulled his boxers down below his waist to expose the full length of his manhood and licked his sack. She knew that drove him crazy. It took all his strength for C-Dub’s legs not to give way under him. His knees weakened as she sucked on his nut sack. She then glided her tongue back to the head of his member and put him back in her mouth. She expertly began deep-throating C-Dub’s pulsating dick.

  “Yeah,” he uttered, e
ncouraging her. He placed his hands on her shoulders for balance.

  The sounds of the slurping as Carmen sucked him like there was no tomorrow had C-Dub turned on. He began to sex her mouth roughly. His thrusts matched the rhythm of her lips. He could feel himself building up each time the head of his dick touched the back of her throat and her tongue touched the bottom of his length. Carmen sucked his dick vigorously as she jerked the rest of him with her hand. C-Dub closed his eyes and threw his head back. Images of him pounding her from the back flashed in his mind as that familiar sensation began to emerge.

  “Right there,” he whispered, just loud enough for Carmen to hear.

  Carmen worked her lips, tongue, throat, and hands even more upon hearing C-Dub’s request. C-Dub’s nails dug into Carmen’s shoulders as the inevitable took control of his body.

  “Aagh,” he blurted out. His juices exploded and sprayed the inside of Carmen’s mouth.

  She continued sucking until C-Dub’s sex pistol was empty. She swallowed every ounce of him until there was none left. Even when he had gone limp, she still continued to taste his dick. She knew how sensitive it became when he busted a nut. She looked up and saw the look of satisfaction on his face. Carmen smiled. She slid back onto the bed and parted her legs so he could see the juices dripping from between her inner thighs. Her pussy hairs glistened from her own climax.

  C-Dub looked at her hot box oozing with her juices. He bent down and pulled up his boxers and jeans. “I still wanna go get some breakfast.” he I said dryly. His mood had quickly changed back to a cold one.

  Carmen frowned. She couldn’t believe how unappreciative C-Dub seemed of the oral she had just performed on him. “Why should I have to cook when we can afford to eat out? Besides, I just gave you dessert,” she said with attitude. She pulled the covers over her and switched subjects. “And speaking of affording, you were gonna go to breakfast without me?” she whined.

  “Does it matter?” C-Dub spat. “You up now. Get dressed.”

  Carmen rolled her eyes. She was just about tired of C-Dub bossing her around and treating her like shit. After all, were it not for her, he probably wouldn’t be alive. That was what Carmen believed. She flung the covers off her naked body and slithered into the beige sundress she had worn the night before.

  “And you drivin’ too,” C-Dub announced.

  “I knew that was coming, anyway.” Carmen cut her eyes over at C-Dub. Then she made her way into the bathroom and freshened up some.

  Moments later, she and C-Dub were making a beeline for his 2015 black Camaro. Carmen hit the alarm button on C-Dub’s key chain to unlock the doors to the muscle car. She opened the front passenger-side door for C-Dub. Once he was secure, she made her way around to the driver’s side.

  “Shit!” C-Dub cursed.

  “What’s wrong?” Carmen turned and looked over at C-Dub.

  “I left my piece in the house.” C-Dub grimaced. “I’ll be right back,” he told Carmen. He then opened the car door and climbed out.

  “Hurry up, ole man. I’m starvin’,” Carmen teased.

  “I got your ole man,” C-Dub replied, not bothering to look back.

  If Carmen had heard him, he’d never know. The impact of the explosion caught C-Dub by surprise. The pieces of debris from his Camaro tore into his flesh like hot slugs after the bomb that was connected to his ignition blew the car to smithereens. C-Dub’s body was tossed up against the front of his house. He could hear his rib cage crushing as his body slammed up against the house. C-Dub’s limp body fell to the ground, but not before a metal object that was obviously from his car smashed into the side of his face and entered his skull. That was the last memory C-Dub would have before his eyes closed.

  Kafisa watched from afar as C-Dub and the girl whose name she remembered was Carmen exited the Long Island home. Thanks to her, Kafisa had been able to track C-Dub down. She had remembered that Carmen had told her she was from Long Island. She had been following Carmen ever since the girl had popped back up at Lou’s Lounge in the days after Kafisa, Halimah, and Nu-Nu had run down on C-Dub. She’d known it was a long shot when she began tailing her. Several times she had considered running down on her and forcing her to give up any information she had on C-Dub’s whereabouts, but she’d decided against it. She hadn’t wanted to take the chance of someone seeing anything.

  The entire day she found him, she had exercised patience. As luck would have it, her patience had paid off. She had thought her eyes were deceiving her at first when she saw an image appear from behind the blinds of the front window of the house. It had happened so quickly, Kafisa wasn’t sure, but there had been no mistaking his identity when C-Dub poked his head out and looked left, then right, before kneeling down to pick up the newspaper on the front porch. Kafisa had hunched down low in the silver Challenger. Had C-Dub looked forward and taken a closer look, he might have seen her lurking in the cut, but that had not been the case. Kafisa had waited until C-Dub closed the front door before she pulled off. She hadn’t even bothered to tell Halimah or Nu-Nu she had tracked him down. After the close call with Halimah getting shot, she had decided to handle the situation on her own.

  Once Kafisa had locked in on where C-Dub had been holing up, she’d frequented the area for the next few days, until she’d learned the normal flow of operations in the neighborhood. She knew Long Island was not somewhere where you wanted to get caught out of pocket doing anything. Of course, they had their bad areas, but this was not one of them. She knew she had to map out strategically how she was going to go about killing C-Dub.

  It wasn’t until she had met up with and spoken to Francine that an idea had come to mind. She wanted to send a message to everybody who was down with or rolled with C-Dub, and she wanted it to be heard loud and clear. It was Francine’s idea as to how she could do that. The next day, she had received a package at her hotel. Hours later she’d been on Long Island, waiting for the sun to go down and the community C-Dub resided in to take it down for the night. Going unnoticed, Kafisa had cautiously scurried over to the car she knew belonged to C-Dub and had done exactly what the instructions she received with the package told her to do.

  Now she sat and watched as C-Dub and Carmen exited the house. Kafisa hadn’t anticipated that Carmen would come out with C-Dub. Not that she cared. She couldn’t help but shake her head as Carmen helped C-Dub into the passenger seat, then made her way to the driver’s side. “This bitch!” Kafisa cursed.

  Casualties are a part of war, Kafisa thought, chalking Carmen’s presence up to that. She was sure that Carmen knew the risks of fucking with somebody like C-Dub. As far as she was concerned, Carmen’s life was a small price to pay for C-Dub’s. Kafisa gripped her gun tightly in her hand, in case something went wrong. She watched as Carmen climbed into C-Dub’s driver’s seat. The next thing she knew, C-dub was getting out of the Camaro.

  “Fuck!” Kafisa spat. She removed the safety from her gun, then grabbed her door handle. There was no way she was going to let C-Dub get away. Kafisa opened her car door, but before she could get out, the Camaro burst into flames.

  Luckily for her, the explosion didn’t reach where she was parked a short distance up the street. Other cars were not that fortunate. The street was flooded with dust and smoke. Kafisa squinted her eyes in an attempt to see through the fog. At first she couldn’t see a thing. She tucked her gun into her waist and exited her vehicle at a rapid speed. She knew she didn’t have much time. Kafisa could hear the Camaro’s alarm going off as she jogged over toward C-Dub’s house. She brought her hands up to her eyes and mouth as she fought through the smoky fog. As she got closer, Kafisa saw who and what she was looking for. She drew her weapon. Although the smoke had begun to settle, it was still difficult to get a clear view of anything, but there was no mistaking C-Dub’s limp body lying sprawled out on the semi-burned lawn.

  Kafisa knew she didn’t have much time. She knew it was just a matter of time before the area was crawling with cops, firemen, ambulances, and n
osy neighbors. She was surprised no one had come out yet. Kafisa speed walked over to where C-Dub lay. Damn! This nigga look fuckin’ dead as shit, she thought to herself, seeing C-Dub’s face and now clothes-free body covered in blood, burns, and ash. Still, she wasn’t taking any chances. She had gone to great lengths and had been through too much just to track down and kill C-Dub.

  “This for me and my father and all the people you crossed, bitch!” Kafisa spat on him.

  She pumped six rounds into C-Dub’s body. She noticed that aside from rocking from the impact as the shots tore into his body, he never moved. Satisfied, she rushed back to her parked car. She quickly started it, then looked left and then right before peeling off. A quick left and then a sharp right, and moments later Kafisa was back on the highway.

  “Justice served,” she said aloud to herself as she navigated the stolen Dodge Challenger to reclaim what she believed was rightfully hers—Brooklyn.

  When he opened his eyes, all he could see was a bright white light shining down on him. He felt like he was floating on air. His first thought was that he had died and had somehow made it to heaven, but he shot that theory down quickly, because he knew there was no way he could have made it to heaven, unless God was grading on a mean curve. C-Dub closed his eyes again and then opened and closed them several more times. His vision was blurry. He thought he was dreaming, but he wasn’t. An incessant reverberating beeping sound could be heard in the distance. C-Dub looked around and then down at himself. He could feel something sticking in his arms and pinching him between his legs. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. He was still somewhat discombobulated. Then suddenly he remembered.

  The explosion appeared in his head as if it were happening at that very moment. What the fuck happened? he wondered. Everything was pretty much a blur to him. He struggled with his thoughts. He had no idea how long he had been wherever he was or how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was going back into the house for his gun before he heard the loud boom. Carmen, he thought. C-Dub wondered if she had made it out alive. How the hell did I even make it out alive? he wondered.