A Kingpin's Dream 3

by Briana Crosby

  I sat on the bed and began putting on my heels when I heard my cell phone ringing again followed by knocking on my front door. I grabbed my phone off the bed and saw that Turk was calling once again. My heart began to beat rapidly as the banging on my front door got louder. My ass was terrified. I didn’t want him breaking in, and I definitely didn’t want him to see me dressed like this. Then he’d know for a fact that I was going out. A small rock hit my window which was something he always did when I didn’t answer the door fast enough for his ass. I sat on the bed and dialed Persia’s number.

  “Hello,” she answered.

  “Girl, Turk is here banging on my door.” I panicked.

  “Don’t open the door for his ass, let his ass knock until he leaves,” she said getting excited.

  “He throwing rocks and shit at my window…wait. Girl, this nigga is yelling my name now,” I said as I slowly walked over to my window. I hid off to the side so that he wouldn’t see me.

  “Is this nigga insane? He doing all that but got you hurting? He yelling your name like you the one hurting him. Hurry up and come get my ass, so we can get this shit started. I’m starting to have contractions.”

  “Maybe you should stay home, P. You’re seven months, I don’t want anything to happen to you,” I said into the phone. I watched Turk get back into his truck and take off. I said a silent prayer and walked back over to the bed so that I could sit back down.

  “I’m trying to give Ramses a dose of his own medicine. He gon’ wish he never put my ass out, watch. Now come and get me so we can go.”

  “I’m about to walk out of the house now, I’ll be over there in 5 minutes,” I said before hanging up. I walked downstairs and retrieved my purse. I walked over to the alarm system and entered the code before I walked out of the door.

  PERSIA

  “What club are we going to?” I asked. Miracle drove up to a parking lot and parked the car. She shut the car off and grabbed her purse from the backseat. “Club 401, it’s the hottest club in Chicago right now,” she said. Once those words left her mouth my eyes bulged out of my head. I forgot that she didn’t know that Adonis and Ramses owned this club. Now we were good as dead. I grabbed my phone out of my purse and dialed Briana. Once she picked up I put her ass on speaker. “Bitch, guess what?” I spoke loudly into the phone.

  “I’m at the warehouse with Adonis, so y’all need to hurry up and speak before he come back in here,” she said.

  “Miracle done brought us to Club 401, now we really about to get fucked up. You know they don’t want us here without them. I don’t know about this shit, Bri. I’m ready to take my ass home. These Braxton Hicks killing my ass anyway,” I said.

  “Stop being a punk bitch and walk your ass in there. You know they soldiers be in there deep. They watch everyone who comes in and leaves the damn place. Trust me y’all won’t be in there long. Just sit pretty and relax,” she said. Miracle nodded her head in agreement.

  “Just send Bucky here in case some shit pops off, we didn’t even bring security with us. We’ll really be dead if they find out we went unprotected,” I stressed. After the incident with Briana the men wanted us to always have security with us, and here we were alone... at night…at a club… with no one to protect us.

  “I’ll go get her now, just have fun and stop stressing,” Briana said before she hung up. I put my phone back in my clutch and looked at Miracle who looked absolutely beautiful. Deep down I knew she was here for other reasons. She honestly wanted to get back at Turk, and I couldn’t blame her. He was seriously acting like a little ass boy. I, on the other hand, just wanted my king back.

  I looked over my makeup in the mirror and did a once over of my outfit. I sported a peach blazer with a white button down, the jeans hugged my thick toned legs, and the nude pumps added a nice touch. I wore a long ponytail, and with touch of makeup I looked like something out of a magazine. I looked at Miracle and wished for the body I had before I was pregnant. I felt like a big ass whale. My stomach was literally out there. Unless these niggas were crazy or just down right desperate I knew they wouldn’t look twice in my direction.

  People knew who I was, but they had no idea who Miracle was because of how Turk was acting. Fuck, I thought. The last thing I wanted to do was get into a scuffle with some females over Turk. The thots were out tonight, and I’m sure bitches was eyeing us down, hating hard as we walked up to the front entrance. Like before, when we first came to this club, we didn’t have to wait because we knew the bouncer, but now Ramses was my man so I damn sure didn’t have to wait.

  “Persia, what the hell you doing here pregnant? If boss man sees you he gon’ go crazy,” Damion, one of the security guards, said as he let us in. I hugged him and ignored his question as I walked into the club. It wasn’t packed but this place was full. All I wanted to do was sit my ass down because my heels were starting to hurt my feet. I looked over at the V.I.P section and looked at Brandon and his brother staring right at us. Both of them got on their phones and kept their eyes on us as we walked over to the second V.I.P section close to the bar area. Brandon watched me as he spoke on the phone with Ramses or Adonis, I’m assuming, and got up.

  I thanked God that it didn’t take long for somebody to spot us, because I didn’t want to be here for a long ass time. “I’m going to go grab a drink, I’ll be back,” Miracle announced as she slid out of the V.I.P section. I sat in a corner where I could view the whole club. I wanted to be aware of my surroundings just in case some shit popped off. I reached in my clutch and retrieved my phone. Any minute now, he about to be blowing up your damn phone girl… You won, I thought as I unlocked my screen and turned the volume up so that I could hear it ring over the loud music.

  MIRACLE

  I walked over to the bar area and sat my purse on the counter as I positioned my ass correctly on the stool. I needed something to ease my nerves, because my anxiety was through the roof right now. I was scared as hell and didn’t know why. “What can I get for you, girl,” the cute bartender said. She reminded me of Taraji P Henson.

  “Can I get a martini please,” I answered. She nodded her head and began making my drink immediately. I took this time to look around and scope my surroundings. There were definitely a lot of ballers in this place tonight, but none of them were my type. As a matter of fact they looked dirty as well, they definitely weren’t on Turk’s level. The big ballers were probably upstairs having drinks and popping bottles. That’s definitely where I should be, I thought. I watched a group of women go up a flight of upstairs and disappear as they entered a door. Two large body guards guarded the front doors entrance. I sat there and wondered what type of party was taking place behind that door for two big ass men to be guarding it like that. I looked over at Persia, who appeared to be speaking with Brandon. If Brandon was with her then I knew Turk and Ramses were on their way, which meant I had a certain amount of time to do what I came here to do.

  I grabbed my martini and purse off of the counter and squeezed my way through the crowd. In the middle of the dance floor it reeked of fish. Thots were sprawled all over the floor popping pussy and doing God knows what. Men had out their cell phones recording one girl, who wore no panties, on the floor doing a head stand. The next time I saw Adonis, I was definitely going tell him what the hell was going down in his club when he wasn’t around. This club was too damn nice to have these ratchet ass women and men in here.

  Once I past the crowds I made it to the large security guards. I flashed a sexy smile, but to my surprise they didn’t budge. I tried walking past them only to be stopped. “This for V.I.P members only, ma. You don’t look like you party with this type of crowd anyway.” One of the security guards said as they both shared a laugh. I honestly didn’t find shit funny.

  “I’m in a relationship with the person who’s throwing the party,” I lied. They looked at my ass and laughed even harder.

  “If you in a relationship with that crazy nigga then what’s his name, ma,” the other one said
. When I didn’t say anything they laughed and swatted me away. I frowned and turned around only to be met with the sexiest man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was tall with tattoos all over his arms, a rich caramel color with a tapered fade. He smirked at me as he eyed me.

  “So you in a relationship with me, ma?” he asked. I felt so embarrassed that I couldn’t even answer. He must’ve sensed my uneasiness, because then he asked me if I wanted to come inside with him. Something told me to look over at Persia, and when I did I could’ve died. Turk was burning a hole through my body, the only person I didn’t see was Ramses. She appeared to be pissed off. I decided to fuck with Turk. “I would love to go in there with you,” I said. I hugged the stranger tightly and bit my bottom lip while looking up at him seductively.

  He must’ve liked what I was doing because he grabbed a handful of my ass and kissed on my neck. I was so uncomfortable, but I’m sure Turk was fuming and that’s what I wanted. We were about to walk in V.I.P when the music that was blasting suddenly came to an end.

  “MIRACLE, GET THE FUCK OUTSIDE NOW, FAM,” Turk yelled in the microphone. I reached for the door knob and tried to hurry up and go inside, but his ass just had to embarrass me by explaining to the crowd what I had on and pointing in my direction. I froze in my tracks and slowly turned around to meet his gaze.

  “GET THE FUCK OVER HERE, MIRACLE, AND LET’S GO THE FUCK HOME NOW,” he yelled. The stranger looked at me and quickly let me go. “You Turk’s girl, that’s my fucking boss, ma. You trying to get me killed?” the stranger said as he left me standing there looking dumb. I heard women in the crowd whispering loud enough so that I could hear it. Damn that’s Turk’s girl? She bad, though. She better take his ass home before I do, was one girls response as she stared me down.

  I looked at Persia and she looked defeated as well. I wanted to curl up in the corner and hide, because that’s how embarrassed my ass was. I slowly walked down the steps and over to the DJ’s booth. The crowd parted like the red sea and all eyes were on my ass, I walked to the designated V.I.P section where they were waiting me. I saw Turk give the microphone back to the club promoter and walk towards me. I looked down trying to avoid eye contact with him. Still all eyes were on us. Once he was close enough to me he yanked my arm and guided me away from the V.I.P section were Persia and Brandon were standing.

  “Let’s go, Persia,” Turk yelled out. Brandon helped her down the steps and they followed us outside.

  “Give Brandon yo’ fucking keys,” he demanded.

  “Turk, I can drive myself home, I don’t need you to take me, and I’m definitely not in the fucking mood to argue with you. You just embarrassed me in there, and you expect me to go home with your psychotic ass? Nigga, you got the game all the way fucked up,” I said. I was feeling myself from the drink I had earlier, plus he had me fucked up. He wasn’t my man and he damn sure wasn’t about to tell me what to do.

  He quickly snatched my purse out my hand. When he retrieved the keys, he tossed it back into my arms, and handed my keys to Brandon. “Take Persia back home in Miracle’s car, then have your brother follow you in his car. Drop Miracle’s car back at her crib.” He demanded before be grabbed my arm.

  He walked me across the street to his all black Challenger. Not only were all eyes on us, but bitches were still whispering. If that was me I would call the cops. Girl, you see the way he yanking her arm, one of them said. I kept my head low still trying to avoid eye contact. Turk walked me over to the passenger side and literally pushed me inside. I wanted so bad to fuck him up, but I didn’t want to give the people what they wanted. When we left shit was about to get real. He got into the driver’s side of the car and turned on the radio.

  “Turk, take me—” I started.

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELT,” he boomed before he pulled off.

  BRIANA

  I watched as Bucky beat Kenya to a pulp. Her face was bloody and unrecognizable. At times I felt so sorry for Kenya, but then I remembered that she was literally out here plotting to kill me. “Bucky,” I yelled getting her out of her trance. She stopped and stepped back to admire the work she had done. She walked over to the table and retrieved an ice pack out of the mini fridge that sat on it. “Was sup, boss lady,” she answered as she walked over to me.

  “I need you to go downtown to Adonis’ club to make sure Persia and Miracle are ok.” I said sliding her a couple of bills. She asked no more questions as she gathered up her things and left the room. I took one more look at Kenya before I turned the light off and closed the door. I walked into the room across from where they kept Kenya. It was much nicer with a sofa and 50inch TV plastered on the wall. It was carpeted and spotless with a full kitchen and bar area. This must be where they usually hang out, I thought as I sat down on the sofa. All of a sudden Ramses and Adonis busted through the door and walked towards me. An uneasy feeling filled my body as I looked at their faces.

  “You got something to do with them being at the club, Briana,” Ramses asked in a demanding tone. Of course I shook my head no. My ass wasn’t about to confess to shit. As long as Persia and Miracle didn’t say shit then I wouldn’t. I was happy that Ramses was pissed, though, that meant he still cared. Now that I thought about it, I honestly wanted to take a video of how he was acting right now, because Persia would never believe it if I told her his ass was going crazy right now.

  I looked over at Adonis and his sexy ass smirked at me. My baby knew me well. I winked at him and smiled. He always knew when I lied which was amazing to me. He laughed and walked over to the bar area and poured himself another glass of Hennessey. “I’m out this mothafucka,” Ramses yelled as he grabbed his things and slammed the door.

  I looked over at Adonis and he motioned for me to come to him. I got up and waddled over to him with my hand on my hip as I smiled. He met me half way and began rubbing my stomach.

  “Did you tell them to go to the club tonight? Tell daddy the truth,” he spoke in his deep baritone. His hands massaged my stomach as he towered over me. He kissed my forehead and tilted my chin, so that I could answer him. I shook my head up and down innocently and looked away from his gaze. He laughed and kissed my lips and let my chin go.

  “What I tell you about getting in other people’s business, baby,” he questioned as he sat on the stool by the bar. He soon pulled me into him and cupped my ass.

  “I was only trying to help, Adonis. I didn’t want anyone breaking up. I figured that this would bring the couples back together just in time for thanksgiving next week. You know Grams doesn’t like tension at her dinner table.” I said.

  “You could be making their situation worse. Somebody could have gotten killed tonight. Ramses over here going crazy, because he think Persia at the club with another nigga. He was so mad that I’m sure if Persia was walking by a nigga crossing the street he would kill him, even if he knew they weren’t there together. He may be mad at that girl, but he loves her to death,” he spoke.

  I traced the tear drop under his eye as I gave what he just said to me deep thought. Hopefully no one had gotten hurt, that’s the last thing I wished on anybody. I looked at Adonis’ handsome face and kissed his lips. He stood to his feet and guided me to the door. “Hold on, baby, I’m forgetting my purse,” I said thinking we were about to leave. He kept walking until we got to the door across the hallway.

  I looked at his ass in confusion as I wondered why he guided me to Kenya’s room. Adonis opened the door and turned on the lights. Kenya slowly lifted her head and seen the both of us. All of a sudden she starts screaming at the top of her lungs.

  “You took my fucking man you bitch, I swear I’m going to kill you. AHHHHHHHH, let me go.” She screamed as she began moving in the chair trying to break free. I looked at her like the crazy bitch she was and shook my head. And to think I was just feeling sorry for this hoe. Adonis let go of my hand and cleared the table off. He then took some bleach wipes and wiped the table clean before he placed a quilt on top of it. He pulled a ch
air up to the table and turned towards me.

  “Come here. baby,” he commanded. I walked over to him never taking my eyes off of Kenya. She never took her eyes off of me either. Adonis tapped my shoulder and told me to get on the table. “What?” I asked confused.

  “Get on top of that mothafucka,” he repeated.

  “Adonis, are you serious right now,” I asked him. I knew exactly what he wanted. He had that lustful look in his eyes that I had become accustomed to. I didn’t obey his command, so he lifted my pregnant ass up and sat me on the table himself. I looked over at Kenya who still stared at me with nothing but hatred in her eyes.

  “Let’s make this bitch even madder, baby,” Adonis spoke with lust dripping from his voice. He kissed and sucked on my neck until I began to moan. Once my baby touched me in certain places we became one. It wasn’t hard at all tuning Kenya’s mad ass out. I was enjoying his touch, and he was all that mattered right now.

  “You want me to suck on this pussy, ma,” he asked as he pulled away. He licked his lips seductively. He stared at me as if he wanted to rip my clothes off.

  “Yes, baby,” I answered. He wasted no time as he ripped my leggings off and pulled my panties to the side. His thick wet tongue made contact with my pearl, and I was gone at that moment. Kenya was a non-factor and nothing or no one else mattered. “Yes daddy,” I smiled as I watched Kenya crying. No...forget crying, this bitch was literally bawling and hyperventilating so bad that I thought she was going to go into shock.

  “No, please I can’t take it… Adonis, baby,” she screamed. Calling my man her baby only pissed me off even more. I began to moan louder and grind on his face as daddy sucked and slurped on my lips.

  He spread my legs as wide as he could as he stuck his tongue deep inside of me. The orgasm that was forming in the pit of my stomach was about to have me hyperventilating as well. I bit my bottom lip so hard I was sure I broke skin. When I released my sweet nectar onto daddy’s face tears fell from my eyes. My chest heaved up and down as I looked at Kenya who had her head slumped in defeat. Adonis stood up from the chair and grabbed the back of my head as he stuck his tongue in my mouth. We tongue kissed for ages as I unbuckled his jeans. Right now he had me hot and ready for more. I pulled his massive dick from his boxer briefs and massaged it while I wrapped my legs around his waist.