me go because I have shit to do.”
“Fair enough. My father has a vision for this family. But I have another. He is moving products. I need to move something else.”
He had KoKo’s full attention. “Continue.” She encouraged him.
“I have a drug connect that needs to move some heavy weight. I need that done as soon as possible. I have had him on hold for a month waiting to meet you.”
She had been looking for a new connect, and with her rations getting low she needed him more than he needed her.
“What’s in it for me?”
“Whatever you want. I am at your mercy. I will say this. Your money is worth more in my country. I can flip everything you bring in and triple it.”
“Why don’t you just make the move yourself?”
“I don’t have any connection to the streets in America. There, I am green, just like you are green here. But with my connect and your muscle and street savvy, we can blow this shit up.” He put a slight smile on his face.
“What did my husband say when you told him?” KoKo probed.
“He turned me down. He is trying to go legit. He wants his hands away from the drug game. He is much like my father. He wants to get out, be safe, and comfortable. Me, I am ready to get dirty.”
KoKo sat for a few minutes thinking, and then she went straight into business mode. “You have to get it to a secure place. Florida would be my guess. I will have it picked up and disbursed into several places. The third party will take care of your pockets. I will be responsible for the sales and the transfer of money between me and the connect, who I need to meet before I go forward.”
Peppa nodded in agreement.
“Lastly, I will talk to Kayson. I have a different persuasion than you.”
“Deal.” He reached out to shake her hand. “This needs to stay between me and you,” he stated before pulling his hand back.
“The last thing I will ever be labeled is a snitch.”
Peppa gave her a bigger smile. “Tomorrow we make you very friendly with a very rich man.”
KoKo stood up in an effort to leave.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner?” he offered.
“No, thank you. Kayson told me don’t eat and shit in the same place,” she said, heading to the door.
Peppa was impressed. He knew he had a real bitch in his presence, and he was going to take full advantage of listening and learning everything she was willing to teach.
KoKo was escorted back to the car by the same gentleman. She couldn’t believe what had just fallen into her lap. Here she thought this was all bullshit, when in actuality, it was a blessing in disguise. She had to thank God, her husband was so sexy, because if it wasn’t for Yuri’s attraction to Kayson, she would have never been redirected to Peppa.
- 28 -
Dinner is Served
KoKo made the connect and set up the first shipment, which would come with Mr. Odoo’s shipment. She felt bad for keeping it from Kayson, but she needed to at least do a few drops to get the crew situated before she stepped back. KoKo flew to Atlanta to check on Goldie and Night before she went home. With all the traveling, she was exhausted. She took a long hot bath, and then jumped between her sheets and fell fast asleep.
Kayson had been on the road also for the last couple weeks, and finally he was on his way home. He cruised the streets of the city, fantasizing about Mrs. KoKo and how good it was going to feel being between her chocolate thighs. He grabbed his phone and hit number one on speed dial.
“Hello,” KoKo answered the phone with a raspy voice as she rolled over onto her back.
“Baby, what you doin’?”
KoKo tried to adjust her eyes to see the time on her phone. “Kayson, it’s five o’clock in the morning. I’m sleep.”
“I’m hungry. Can you get up and fix the Boss something to eat?”
“Baby. Where are you? Why don’t you grab something on your way in?” she said, rubbing her eyes.
“That’s why I have a wife. Get up. I’ll be there in an hour.” He hung up.
Somewhat annoyed, KoKo looked at the phone and then threw it on the nightstand. Pulling the comforter over her head, she contemplated just lying there and continuing her slumber. After about fifteen minutes, she jumped up and hit the shower. She threw on one of Kayson’s big ‘A’ T-shirts and then headed to the kitchen.
For several minutes she stared in the refrigerator. Finally, she grabbed the steak she had marinating and a few potatoes and some fresh carrots. She placed the steak in the broiler, cut up the potatoes, and put them in a pot of water for boiling. After rinsing the string carrots, she oiled a pan, cut up some onions and peppers, fried them, and then added the carrots to the mix.
As KoKo pulled open the broiler, the aroma hit her nostrils and her mouth began to water. “Damn, I’m a bad bitch in every room in this muthafucka.” Quickly, she turned the steak and placed it back.
Kayson stood in the doorway watching her ass cheeks jiggle at the bottom of his T-shirt as she stirred the vegetables in the pan. Instantly, his dick rocked up.
Feeling his presence, she turned and looked over her shoulder. “Hey, babe.”
“What you got there?” he asked, coming up behind her. “I’m in here trying to be a wife as you so eloquently put it
before you hung up on me.” She made quotation marks in the air as she said ‘a wife’. KoKo went back to stirring the food.
“Is that right?” He began to run his hands up her legs. “Kay, stop. You’re going to get something started.”
“I’m trying to get something started.” He nibbled on her neck as he pressed against her. KoKo arched her back. She could feel him rising against her. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the warmth of his lips on the nape of her neck. “Pay attention. You might burn yourself,” he said as he moved his hands to her breasts.
“Be good. I thought you wanted to eat.” She slid his hands back down.
“I want some backtalk first.” He released the Enforcer and spread her legs with his foot.
“Kayson, you gonna make me burn your food.”
He placed his hand on her throat and began nibbling on her shoulder.
“Fuck that food,” he whispered in her ear, beginning to pull her away from the stove.
KoKo quickly turned the stove and oven off. Kayson led her to the island and leaned her forward.
Gripping the counter, she braced herself to feel every inch of his power.
Easing in between her sweet walls, he released a breath and a small moan. “I love you, baby.”
“I know,” she moaned as he began to stroke her just right.
Within minutes, he found and pleasured her spot.
KoKo lowered her head as he gripped her hips and devoured her like he hadn’t had her in months.
Kayson was in a zone. Her every moan only made him stroke harder and faster. KoKo’s grasp tightened with every forceful movement.
“Kaaay . . . be gentle,” she pleaded, just as he was on the edge.
Ignoring her call for mercy, he continued to slide in her wetness, not missing a wall on the way in or out. “Shit!” he said as he began to bust long and hard.
As the last drop drained from his body, he pushed all the way in.
KoKo inhaled as he ran his soft tongue along her neck and back. “Damn, ma. The pussy is hot. I’ma need some more of that,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled out. Taking his dick in his hand, he began stroking himself back to full potential.
“Baby, wait!” She turned toward him.
Again; ignoring her pleas, Kayson kissed her hungrily. “Baby,” she called out. But Kayson was focused as if she
hadn’t said a word.
Grabbing her waist, he placed her up on the counter and stood, fitting perfectly between her thighs.
“Kayson,” she moaned as he began to tear at her T-shirt, releasing her breasts.
Placing his mouth over her nipple, he sucked gently as he slid in fast and hard.
KoKo grabb
ed at his shirt as he hit the bottom with every forceful blow.
Moving back, KoKo tried to escape all those inches. “Come here,” he growled, pulling her back to the edge of the counter. Sensing her struggle, he grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders. Holding her in place, he went to work, again finding it hard to hold back. The pussy was wetter and hotter than usual.
After about twenty more minutes, he was again on edge. “Ssss . . . baby, baby, baby,” he moaned as he again released his passion all the way inside her.
KoKo arched her back and received all of him.
Out of breath and satisfied, Kayson pulled her to him. Kissing and sucking her lips, he looked in her eyes. “What you do to the Boss’s pussy while I was gone?” he asked as he held her tenderly in his hands.
KoKo grabbed him around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I’m pregnant.”
- 29 -
I Remember
KoKo awoke from a night of pampering from Kayson. He spent hours holding her and rubbing her belly, ecstatic that she was pregnant. She could not stop him
from smiling. When she walked into the kitchen, he was at the stove doing his thing.
“Good morning,” she said, walking over to the stove.
“Did you sleep well?” He leaned over and kissed her forehead.
“Mmmm . . . yes I did.” She grabbed the back of his head and tasted his lips.
“What you got here?”
“Just a little something. I wanted to return the favor,” he stated, taking the last of the food from the pans and placing it on their plates.
“Sit down,” he ordered.
KoKo took a seat and watched her husband come toward her with two plates, wearing a pair of boxers and a chef hat that read ‘The Boss’. She just shook her head.
“You think you all that.”
“You know how I get down,” he said, placing the plates on the table.
KoKo’s mouth watered when she saw the homemade blueberry Belgium waffles, Italian turkey sausage, and scrambled cheese eggs.
Kayson placed two tall glasses of orange juice down and then put a napkin on her lap.
She smiled as he sat down, cherishing the feelings of happiness that they shared.
“Eat. I know you been starving my daughter.”
“Daughter, how you know it’s not a son?” she said, pouring syrup all over her waffles.
“That pussy was so wet I almost drowned. Had a nigga coming all quick. It wasn’t like that when you were carrying Quran,” he stated.
“You want to put money on it?” “No, I wanna put my tongue on it.” “You so nasty.” She giggled.
“You already know.”
They ate and tossed around a few plans before cleaning the kitchen and then showering. And yes, he put his tongue all over her. KoKo climbed every wall in the shower before he finally released her.
After they dressed, they said their goodbyes. Kayson had to get back to Guyana to oversee the shipment to Florida. KoKo had to get to Georgia to make sure Night, Chico, and the crew were on point to make the pick-up.
KoKo sat in Goldie’s living room giving Night the full description of how everything was going to go. Night asked as many questions as necessary in order to carry out his mission. When they were done, he reached in his pocket and pulled out an ounce of sour and started rolling it up.
“You smoking?” Night asked as he lit up.
“Nah, I’m good,” she responded and then stood up. “You ain’t smoking?” Night gave her the side eye.
“Nah, I think I’m coming down with something. I’ll hit something later.”
Night smiled.
“Whatever, nigga.” KoKo waved her hand at him. “Last thing.” She sat back down.
Night gave her his full attention. “You remember Butchie, right?”
“That cat that you saved at the pool hall?”
“Yeah. He made good on that favor he owed me.” KoKo folded her hands. “He has a cousin out Moreland Ave. He informed us that there is a small beef with Diablo’s people out Old Bankhead.” She paused.
“What you need done?”
“I need you to go down there and put the right amount of deceit and pressure on to get shit going, so we can distract Diablo so we can move this new shipment.”
“You checked everything out?”
“Yeah, this is what I wanted you to take care of, but I needed to have all the pieces in place. Everything just lined up,” KoKo said, getting up to answer her phone.
“Hello?”
“Mrs. KoKo, you need to come home now,” an anxious Maryam said into the phone.
“What’s wrong?” KoKo asked with slight panic in her voice.
Night saw the look on her face and jumped up and went to her side.
“Your mother. She is ranting and refusing to eat or bathe until she sees you. She won’t take her medication, or leave her room. I am scared for Quran to see this.”
“Pack a bag for you and him. Security will take you to the other house. I’m on my way,” KoKo instructed.
“Okay. Please hurry. I worry.”
“Just relax. I will handle everything.”
“Yes.” Maryam hung up.
KoKo called the front gate and assigned two bodyguards to immediately take them to the house she and Kayson shared when he was there.
“What’s wrong?” Night asked.
“It’s okay. I just need to get to the island,” she stated. “I’m going with you,” he said.
“No, I need you to handle this business. We can’t miss this delivery. I got it. If anything goes wrong I know what to do.”
“You sure?” “Yes, I got it.”
KoKo hopped in her car and headed to the airport.
Some twelve hours later, KoKo walked into her island home not knowing what to expect. She moved quietly from room to room looking for Keisha. When she walked into the den, she saw Keisha seated in the corner of the room in a chair staring out the window and holding her journal constricted in her arms.
Approaching slowly, she walked to her side and placed her hand on Keisha’s shoulder.
Keisha looked at KoKo with tears streaming down her face and passed her the book. “I remember everything now,” she said as a feeling of calm took over her body.
KoKo slid the ottoman next to Keisha, opened the book, and began to read. The first ten pages were bits and pieces of memories, and then she hit a page that was clear and legible. KoKo fixed her eyes as the words jumped off the pages.
I remember it like it was yesterday. That sexy, chocolate man walked into the club with three of the scariest men I had ever seen. I could see he was the type of nigga that was about his money. He walked over to the VIP section and took a seat. All eyes were on him, and I could see he loved every second. Immediately, I went to collect all the information I could find on him.
“Do you know him?” I asked my girl Shay.
“Girl, you don’t know who that is?” she asked me with her face all twisted up.
“Bitch, if I knew who it was I wouldn’t be asking you,” I responded.
“Don’t get smart. You asking me questions.” “Whatever! Who is it?”
“That’s Malik. You know, from down the hill?”
“Not that nigga that be getting it with them New York niggas.”
“Yes, that’s the one,” she said, slowly nodding. “Damn, he little as hell.”
“Yeah, he is short, but he is a beast, and bitches be all on that dick. So, something must be big in his little world,” Shay said, turning on her bar stool and ordering a drink.
I sat watching him interact with different people who surrounded his table like he was a superstar. In that crowd I could see the fake and the real. The sad part was, he was a man that had a lot of power, but had surrounded himself with a bunch of yes men. That is always a problem when you’re a nigga who might need an honest opinion, because a nigga will be sucking your dick so hard he will let shit slide. That night would prove my every thoug
ht to be true.
I went to the bathroom to get my usual, an ecstasy pill and two lines of coke. I stood in a stall in the men’s bathroom smoking a joint to top off my high, when I overheard some niggas talking about robbing Malik, and if shit got ugly “kill that nigga”. That shit sobered me right up. I waited for them to leave the restroom. I carefully slipped out into the club, grabbed a match book from the bar, wrote my number and name on it and went straight to Malik’s table. Cutting through the crowd of chicken heads and hood rats, I walked right up to him. When he saw my openness, he flashed me a pretty white smile that caused my stomach to flutter. Leaning in, I put my mouth to his ear and filled it up with all I heard.
When I stood back, his whole face changed. He went into kill mode. I slid him the match book and walked off.
The next day I got a call from Shay who filled me in about the murder at the club when I left. She rambled on for over five minutes before she said, “Yeah, that nigga you were all eyes on put some niggas on their ass. He ain’t no joke,” she said, laughing and rattling on like a pebble being tossed around in a big can.
“All right, thanks for the news, As the Hood Turns,” I said as I prepared to hang up.
“You going out tonight?”
“Hell no! Shit is going to be rough for a couple days, but I’m sure you will fill me in.”
“Whatever, bitch! Bye.” Shay hung up.
I put the phone on the receiver and went to the kitchen to fix myself a bowl of cereal. As I poured the cereal and milk, I thought about how I had just helped Malik out, and how the tables would have turned on him had I not pulled his coattail about them fag ass niggas. I grabbed a spoon and my bowl and prepared to sit and eat. Soon as I got comfortable, my phone started ringing again. I almost didn’t answer, fearing it was Shay calling back to talk shit, but my instinct said ‘get up now’. I ran to the phone, picking it up on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Is this Keisha?” the male voice came through my receiver.
“Why? Who is this?” “Malik,” he answered.
Oh shit, I thought but remained calm. “Oh, whats’s good?”
“You,” he shot back. “I wanted to come see you. I owe you.”
“Oh, it’s all good. I only did what your team should have.”
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