A Kingpin's Dream 3

by Briana Crosby

  “Mom, what are you doing here?” I asked. Everyone looked at me like I was crazy, and Mom began stuttering, which was odd, because her ass sure didn’t have a stuttering problem. “Excuse me, Mama, why are you here?” I asked again.

  “Miracle, dear, are you hungry? We have food in the kitchen and plenty of it,” Stacks interrupted as he guided me out of the living room. As soon as Turk appeared with Kenneth, he left and went back to the living room.

  “So you got my son around other niggas, Miracle?” Turk spat.

  “Your son? Turk, was he your son when you abandoned him while you were getting your dick wet with other hoes? You made all of this happen because you couldn’t act right, remember? I honestly didn’t even come here to argue. I wanted to see Briana, because she’s moving next month. Now hand me my damn son,” I yelled as I reached for Kenneth.

  He began crying as soon as I tried to get him. He held on to Turk’s shirt for dear life. I shook my head and exited the kitchen to search for Briana. I didn’t have to search long, because she was in the laundry that was next to the kitchen folding laundry and placing them in boxes. As soon as she saw me she smiled and wobbled towards me.

  “Hey, boo, how are you?” She asked with a smile on her face.

  “I’m fine. I guess Kenneth told Turk about Donald, because he just questioned me about it as if he’s his father. It’s his fault we’re in this spot not mine. He forced me to move on.”

  “I think he wants his Miracle back. You know Adonis and Ramses are leaving the game and passing it to Turk. They already let him step in a little bit. I heard Turk already putting fear out in the streets and making a name for himself. Brandon and his brother are going to be his right hands. They about to run a lethal operation. Turk probably want you back, boo, you don’t see it in his eyes,” She asked as she folded a pair of jeans and placed them in a box.

  “No, I can’t. I feel like all he wants to do is argue. If he wants me back that’s all he has to say, but he hasn’t.”

  “So are you still bringing Donald to the cabin then?”

  “Yeah, I still want my revenge, you know? It’s petty, but I feel like I have to do it for all the times he has made me cry.” I laughed.

  “Well Adonis and Ramses know what’s going on. They’re in on the joke. They said they might hide a camera just to record Turk’s face when he sees Donald.” She laughed.

  “Miracle, can I talk to you for a minute,” Turk asked. The cold glare he was shooting definitely made me uncomfortable right now. I looked at Briana and she nodded, so I left the laundry room with him on my tail. Kenneth must’ve been with my mom, because he was no longer with Turk.

  “What’s up?” I asked as I stared at him.

  “I’m sick of playing games with you. I’m ready for you to come back into my life along with Kenneth. I may not be his biological father, but I think of him as my son. You say I abandoned him, but you know I’ve been giving Clara all the toys and diapers, along with clothes he may need.

  “I fucked up when I left, but what I was preparing for nobody could know or see. Now that’s it done and final I have time. Time for you and OUR son.” He said as he leaned in and kissed my lips. I wanted so badly to say yes to him, but I simply couldn’t. I still needed to get revenge. I still wanted to hurt him as bad as he had hurt me. His excuse as to why he left me was bullshit, and it still didn’t make up for all the bitches he fucked while we were separated.

  He stabbed me in my heart countless times, but now since he was ready to be back with me I was supposed to jump in his arms and be happy? Fuck no. This nigga needed karma to bite him in the ass, and I was definitely about to bring it to his ass. I stepped away from him and walked off. His strong arms grabbed ahold of me and he twisted me around.

  “What the fuck is your problem,” he sneered. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and they weren’t.

  “I’m not coming back now because you’re ready. When I was, you weren’t and guess what right now I’m not.” I said as I turned back around. I was waiting for him to grab me again, but he didn’t. I heard his footsteps walking in another direction. I walked through the large, almost empty house, in search of Kenneth. It was passed his bed time, so I wanted to get going. I also watched the news earlier, and they said it was a ninety percent chance of snow. I hated driving in it, so I wanted to rush home before it began. I walked in to the family room and saw Kenneth laid up with my mother and Stacks. I realized now that something had to be going on between the two.

  “Sorry to interrupt your little love session, but I need to get my son,” I said as I grabbed Kenneth off of the couch and placed him in my arms.

  “Miracle, it’s not what it looks like, baby, Stacks in just a friend,” My mom yelled out.

  “Yeah whatever, just remember I’m dating his nephew. That is nasty,” I said as I left the room.

  I found Briana and said my goodbyes to everyone else except Turk. Once I exited the front doors, I saw that the snow was coming down. I quickly got Kenneth into his car seat and got into the car. I saw Turk staring at me in the window as I backed out of the driveway and exited the gate.

  BRIANA

  Christmas Eve

  “Is everybody ready to go in? Because I am.” Grams said as she and James stood hand in hand at the front entrance of the cabin. After we all took a group photo, we grabbed our suitcases to go inside. The tour guide, who gave us a tour around the property, began explaining some of the features to the cabin.

  “The five-star luxury throughout this beautiful home is exemplified by its superior craftsmanship and lodge style luxury furnishings and appointments. Featuring 4 fireplaces, this custom 5 bedroom with an incredible Bonus/Bunk/Game room is set up to exceed even your highest expectations.” He said proudly.

  “Nigga, save the bullshit, we’ll tour this mothafucka on our own. What’s in the master suite?” Adonis interrupted while he kissed my neck.

  “Um…Umm…well the master suite is a spacious richly decorated room with king-sized wrought iron bed and luscious pillow top. Bedding includes 500 count sheets, plenty of pillows and cozy throws. A specially designed shutter window opens up to a breath-taking, long range mountain view from bed. Unique furniture and décor makes this suite its own haven. The master bath features a large, stone tiled walk-in shower, double vanity, and oversize walk-in closet. Double sliding glass doors open to a private tranquil deck, just perfect for reading a book or enjoying the mountains.” He stuttered.

  “Aight, we get it, mothafucka,” Adonis barked.

  “Adonis, if you cuss one more got-damn time,” Barbra yelled searching for something to hit him with.

  “I’m just messing with this nigga man. I fucks with you, bruh. Thanks for showing us the cabin and taking our group photo. Take this one hundred dollar tip and enjoy yourself, my nigga,” Adonis said as he patted the tour guide’s shoulder and fished in his pocket for some money. Once he found a crisp one hundred dollar bill, the tour guides eyes immediately bulged.

  “Take care, lil nigga,” Adonis said before he walked towards me smiling.

  “Why thank you. Thank you so much,” The tour guide exclaimed as he jetted out of the door.

  “Now everyone unpack, so that the women and I can began cooking this marvelous dinner.” Grams said as she kissed James on the cheek.

  Stacks and Clara went their own way, while Ramses and Persia went upstairs. Miracle was waiting on Donald, so she went to the bedroom that they were going to be occupying. I’m sure Turk was on his way as well, he was going to sleep downstairs. Adonis and I had the master suit upstairs, so we began walking up the large spiral staircase to our room. The cabin was beautiful to say the least, and our views of the mountains was just absolutely stunning. I was definitely about to be taking pictures with my Cannon Rebel that Adonis had gotten for me, while we were on our way here.

  Once we arrived at the top of the steps, I walked ahead of Adonis so that I could open the doors since he was carrying all of the bags. I o
pened the double doors and instantly fell in love with the place. It was beautiful, and we had the best view of the mountains. “You like it, baby?” he asked me as he sat our bags in the closet. I heard his footsteps behind me then I felt his manly hands traveling up my body as he nestled his face in my neck. He rubbed my stomach as our boys began kicking. He kissed my cheek as I enjoyed the mountain view on our balcony.

  “Two more month’s baby, then our boys will be here,” he whispered as he kissed me again.

  “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I said as I watched an eagle fly from one tree to another.

  “Tell daddy why you’re the luckiest girl in the world,” he said as he held me tighter.

  “I found the love of my life, we’re about to get married within a week, and I’m having beautiful twin boys, I couldn’t be any happier, baby. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Forever and Ever, Always and forever,” I said as I wiped tears from my eyes that almost fell. He took one hand and lifted my chin so that he could plant a kiss on my lips.

  “Briana, I need you in the kitchen, baby,” Grams interrupted from behind us.

  “Gon’ ‘head, I’ll be up here unpacking our shit then I’ll meet you in there, love,” Adonis said as he kissed me one last time before he let me go.

  ADONIS

  As soon as Briana left, I got a call from Turk telling me that he was outside. I placed the rest of the bags into the closet and went downstairs, so that I could meet Turk at the door. As I walked down the steps, I saw Ramses chilling at the bottom of the steps. “I guess that nigga called you too, bruh,” he said as he sipped on a corona.

  “Yeah, he just called me,” I said as we both walked to the front door. Turk was already behind it yelling at somebody, which was odd, because this nigga never said he was bringing someone. I opened the door, and he stood there with a smile plastered on his face.

  "Merry Christmas Eve, mothafuckas, Yo, fam, this a nice ass fucking cabin you got us in," Turk boomed from the door. I looked at this nigga as he made a mockery of himself. He was already drunk and ready to party, and we hadn’t been here for twenty fucking minutes.

  "Yo, Milan... Hurry up with my fucking bags," he slurred as he edged his way further into the doorway.

  "Who the fuck is Milan?" Ramses asked laughing.

  "My Chinese bitch that I’m getting serious with, nigga, that’s who" he answered as he dabbed up Ramses and I. All I did was laugh, this nigga was digging himself a bigger ditch and he didn’t even know it. As soon as the ladies saw Mulan or Milan they were going to rip her ass to shreds. Not to mention Miracle was here too. Turk just never learned, because he was just a hardheaded nigga.

  "Mothafucka, she can’t be a bitch you serious with if you letting her carry your bags," I boomed.

  "I lied, y’all, I just brought her here to make Miracle mad," he snickered.

  All of a sudden Miracle appeared in the doorway. She looked at Turk then smiled at Ramses and me as she made her way to the door. Milan came in with Turk’s bags on her shoulder, and dropped them on the floor as soon as she stepped into the foyer. She was a decent looking female, but Miracle was killing her hands down. If a nigga ever wanted to get up under a woman’s skin, the best thing to do would be to bring a woman that looked just as good as her or better. A woman would never trip off a girl that she shitted on. Turk wasn’t thinking, and I bet any money his plan was about to backfire on his ass.

  "Baby, I got them all," she cooed as she rushed past Miracle.

  "That’s a good girl. I’ll give you a fortune cookie later," he said as he smacked her ass and eyed Miracle. Ramses and I stood there smirking enjoying the show until Miracle began jumping up and down.

  "Baby, I’m so happy you made it," she squealed as she talked to someone outside of the door.

  "What the fuck this bitch just say?" Turk mumbled.

  "She apparently just called somebody baby," Milan answered. Turk shot her ass a death stare and pushed her away as his eyes fixated on Miracle.

  "Was sup, love muffin," A deep baritone voice said followed by the sound of lips kissing each other echoed in the hallway. Miracle turned around and smirked at Turk as she led a man into the living room.

  “Everyone, this is Donald. He and I have been dating for quite some time now. He will be joining us for our two day stay at the cabin.” She said. We all greeted him except for Turk, who stood there mean mugging the fuck out of Donald. I tapped Turk’s waist just to make sure he wasn’t holding a gun. To my surprise he wasn’t. Once everybody was done greeting him, Miracle took Donald’s hand. She walked past Turk and smirked.

  "Two can play this game," she whispered as she passed Turk with a little bit more pep in her step. Turk dropped his egg nog on the ground and was about to run after them, but Ramses and I stopped his ass.

  "I’m gon’ kill that bitch, she giving my pussy away. I’m gon’ kill that bitch, fam."

  “Aye, mothafucka, calm the fuck down. You brought a woman here but you mad at her? Get a fucking grip, son,” Ramses barked.

  “Aye, Chinky, you got to fucking go, this game is over with,” Turk yelled as he took his bags from her and began pushing her towards the door. The funniest thing about this situation was the fact that this nigga was dead serious. Milan looked at him like he sprouted two heads.

  “Turk, I rode with you. I’m not going anywhere unless you take me back home,” she replied.

  “Oh you want to fucking bet, Chinese?” he barked as he exited the front door. Ramses and I watched in amusement as he ran to his car and unlocked the trunk. This nigga had the audacity to pull a scooter out. He got on it and rode it all the way to the front steps and got off.

  “This mothafucka still ride good, and the horn works, here is your ride, sushi,” he said seriously as he handed it to her.

  “Turk, are you fucking serious? Do you know how long of a fucking drive that was? I can’t ride a fucking scooter all the way back to Chicago,” she screamed.

  “Listen, ma, if one leg gets tired then all you have to do is switch them out. Kick with the other leg. If you want to get to Chicago, I suggest you start kicking, because it’s supposed to snow. I’ll have my grandma make you some hot cocoa for the road. It was nice knowing you, eggroll, but I’m out,” he said as he went back to his car. We watched him as he fished for something in his backseat. He then closed the door, with a gun in his hand and began walking towards the back of the house.

  “Nah, nigga, what the fuck you doing? I said no guns on this trip,” I yelled as I tried to take it out of his hand.

  “Nigga, are you my fucking father? Did I come from your balls, nigga? Get the fuck out my way so I can body this bitch ass nigga. He fucking my bitch. Sticking his fucking prunes up in my pussy, nigga! If it was y’all you would have already killed him, but since it’s me I’m supposed to hold off on killing this mothafucka? Get the fuck out my way,” he barked as he walked around us. He then stopped in his tracks and walked back.

  “Y’all my mothafuckin cousins. My FAM, but you let her bring a nigga up here? I should slap the taste out of y’all mothafuckin’ mouths, but by the grace of my mothafuckin’ granny I won’t, fam,” he said as he eyed us. He walked back into the house from the front door. Ramses and I looked at each other and busted out laughing until tears escaped our eyes. I knew that this trip was about to be the best getaway because of what was about to go down.

  “I’ll go get this nigga, and you go get Milan,” Ramses said. I agreed and we went our separate ways.

  PERSIA

  “My doctor told me that I may have my babies early, like in the first part of January,” Briana said as she cut up the vegetables.

  “As soon as you feel like you’re about to go into labor let us all know,” Grams said from behind her as she prepared the turkey. All of a sudden the back door flew open and in walked Turk with Ramses on his tail. If I’m not mistaken, he had a gun in his left hand. His eyes were blood shot red and he began walking directly towards Donald.

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nbsp; “Grams, talk some sense into your grandson, because he is not listening to his cousins,” Ramses yelled across the room.

  Turk immediately rushed up to Donald and pinned him up against the wall. Miracle screamed while James rushed Kenneth out of the kitchen. It was completely silent as everyone watched the scene play out before them.

  “TURK, FUCKING STOP,” Miracle screamed as she walked up on Turk. The gun he had pointed at Donald was quickly shifted to Miracle’s direction as he looked at her with nothing but hatred in his eyes. She immediately stopped in her tracks and looked over at Grams, who looked at Turk like he sprouted two heads. She had warned Briana about talking Adonis into letting Donald come, because she knew what the outcome was going to be. Because no one listened to her, she said she wouldn’t get in it. She knew her grandson wasn’t going to hurt the woman he loved, but she wasn’t so sure about Donald’s safety. Grams began stuffing the turkey again, but watched everything that happened.

  “TURK, PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN MAN,” Adonis yelled as he walked into the kitchen with Milan.

  “You mad at me for bringing another man here, but you brought this bitch, Turk?” Miracle hissed.

  “You letting this nigga fuck, Miracle? You giving my pussy away?” He gritted as he pointed the gun back to Donald’s head.

  “Is that all you care about? Me giving your pussy away? What about all of me. You are such a fucking child, I swear I fucking hate you.” Miracle yelled.

  “This shit better than a soap opera,” Adonis joked as he began eating the chips that sat in a bowl next to Grams. She took some out as well and continued watching as Donald began pleading his case.

  “I have not explored Miracle’s walls, because she has not let me. I’ll have you know that I have been a gentlemen, and I haven’t even tried to go there with Miracle. I respect her entire being and she is a phenomenal woman,” he said trying to suck up. Hell, I would too if I had a gun in my face.

  “Who told you to open your fucking trap, nigga,” Turk boomed.