Moving through the sea of people and sheer veils that hung from ceiling to floor, Kayson gazed in each corner of the room to find his victim.
Once he got to the second floor he was rewarded. Carefully, he glanced in each room as they passed by them. With the doors wide open, there were full fuck fests going on. Several people were standing and watching. At the end of the hall was a huge room with the door open with only women putting on a show. Sitting right in the middle of the action was Diablo.
Jackpot! Kayson thought as he positioned himself outside the door to spectate.
“Oh, so you wanna watch this, huh?” Dar’chelle asked as she began rubbing his dick.
“Yeah, I can watch pussy bump. I can’t watch no fucking balls swinging.”
“Typical,” she said, trying to work him to full girth.
Seeing his target locked in his scope made his shit swell right up.
“Damn,” she mumbled as she took it firmly in her hand.
Kayson put his hand on the top of her head and guided her to her knees.
“I thought you wanted a private party,” she moaned.
“I want something very private, publicly.” He continued to push her to his waist.
Standing in the doorway of the room of pleasure, Dar’chelle took him in her mouth and began to work her show.
Kayson focused his eyes on Diablo, watching for her weakness, searching for his moment. He watched like a lion going in for the prey.
Pleasantly distracted by all the tantalizing eye-play going on around her, Diablo missed the deadly gaze carefully sizing her up. She whispered in one female’s ear and pointed to a door on the left.
He knew this would be his window. “I’m good, ma,” he said, pulling Dar’chelle to her feet.
“Damn, daddy. I wanted to make you come,” she whispered and tried to kiss his neck.
Kayson moved back. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m about to bust off.” He put his dick back and zipped his pants. He took her by the arm. “Go have some fun. I’ll be right back.”
“You promise?”
Kayson didn’t say a word. He carefully watched as Diablo followed the woman into the room. He allowed a few moments to pass, and then moved swiftly to the door. Carefully, he turned the knob and watched through the crack as Diablo got into position. When he saw she was good and distracted, he reached for his nine, silencer in place. Positioning himself in the room, he gently closed the door and aimed his gun. The shots hit the woman once in the head and then in the stomach, sending blood splashing all over the bed and Diablo’s naked body.
Diablo came up from between the woman’s legs, wiping blood from her face.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she yelled out.
“I thought all niggas like wet pussy?” he said, gun securely in place.
“Nigga, who’s your problem with? Me or this bitch?” she stated, trying to sit up.
“Don’t ask me no fucking question; just give me your soul.” He moved toward her and jammed the gun in her face, and then shoved it in her mouth knocking out several teeth.
Diablo struggled for air as teeth and blood slid down her throat. “Nigga, you better kill me!”
“No problem,” he said, releasing every round he had, blowing her head all over the room. “You touched the wrong muthafucka.” Kayson hawked and spat right on what was left of her face.
Kayson stepped back and looked at Diablo. The deed was done, but he didn’t feel any better. He had taken her life, but doing so could not replace what he lost.
Days after the brutal murder of Diablo, Atlanta was turnt all the way up. Baseem went down there wildin’ out. He put heat on all of her top men and closed all her spots. A few of Chico’s workers caught a hit, but the top dogs were safe and sound. The heavy police presence made it hard to do any real work, so they shut shit down and moved the operation to Dade County. With the shipment coming through there anyway, it was less risky moving it, so it worked out.
It took two weeks to get everything finalized for Night’s funeral, and when they did, that shit was packed. Night’s generosity over the years had reached many, and they showed up in force to pay their respect.
KoKo and Goldie sat in back of the limo watching all the people piling into the funeral parlor. Goldie had been crying all morning. Eyes puffy and red, she looked as if she hadn’t slept since the night of the murder. She reached in her bag, pulled out her mirror, and looked herself over. Sniffling and wiping her tears, she tried to apply her lip gloss.
With shaky hands, she pushed her sunglasses on and tried to pull herself together.
“I don’t think I can do this, KoKo,” she said, lifting her shades to wipe her tears.
“You can do it. You’re stronger than you think.” KoKo tried to comfort her.
“This is fucked up.” She rubbed her hands up and down her arms.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be here for you.” KoKo put her hand on Goldie’s leg.
“Thank you.” Goldie gripped KoKo’s hand.
“It’s all good. Now get yo’ shit together. You know you the other woman. You can’t be walking in here looking all fucked up.” KoKo smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oh shit, you ain’t right.”
“Sheeeit . . . I’m real. If I was Kayson’s sidepiece and carrying his baby, I would walk up in that muthafucka, head held high, stomach out, with a neon sign on my back that says I rode that dick well. Fall back bitches.”
They both burst out laughing.
Their mood was broken when a tap rang out on the window.
KoKo looked over to see Kayson and Baseem along with five of their goons.
The door came open and both ladies felt drained as they stepped out the car. The walk to the door created a sinking feeling in both of their stomachs.
Goldie grabbed tight to Baseem’s arm, and KoKo grabbed tight to Kayson.
When they stepped inside, Goldie looked down the long aisle at his gold coffin, and the tears flowed rapidly down her cheeks.
Kayson stopped at the doormen and ordered, “Lock all the doors and put all men in place inside and outside the doors. If muthafuckas wanted to be inside, they should have been on time.” He continued to walk KoKo to her seat.
Goldie almost lost it, until KoKo’s words came to her mind. Hold your head high. Instantly, she threw her head back and rocked her sexy ass down the aisle on Baseem’s arm.
All eyes were on them as they passed the crowd.
Rain was already seated with the other wives and girlfriends on the front row on the left. KoKo and Goldie were escorted to the empty front row on the right.
Goldie looked up at the closed coffin with the picture of him perched next to it, and she became sick. She wanted to get up and run out, but she knew Night would want her right there by his side, and she was not going to let him down.
When the Imam began his speech, the tears and sniffles began.
KoKo looked around at all the faces and then turned back to face the front. It always surprises me how there’s always standing room only when you’re gone, but when you’re alive doing the wrong shit, the same niggas will encourage you to fuck up. Now they have kind words when Night can’t even hear this shit.
As the service came to a close, Kayson positioned himself in the back, and man after man came up to him, putting envelopes in his hand and confessing their condolences.
KoKo watched as they walked up to him as if he were the king and paid their respects. With unfinished business to handle, she scanned the room for her girls. This was the perfect time to do so.
Calling Shameezah and Porcha over to the side, she began dropping the plan in their laps to put a big ass monkey wrench in the Atlanta PDs investigation. Just as KoKo was at the end of her plot with the girls, she heard a little ruckus to her left. When she looked up, she saw Rain and a few of the other wives going in on Goldie, necks and eyes rolling and all.
“Hold that thought,” KoKo said as she headed in their direction.
Aware of KoKo approaching, one girl tapped another and shut up real quick. But Rain, being in her moment, missed the warning and kept on going.
“I don’t even know why you’re here. You’re side pussy. You don’t even deserve the right to stand next to the dirt that will cover his coffin.”
KoKo walked up and snatched her by the arm, damn near yanking it out of the socket. “Bitch, you must have lost your gotdamn mind,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Let me go!” Heartbroken, Rain snatched away from KoKo with tears flowing down her cheeks. “You let this happen to him. He was too loyal to you.”
“Bitch, how the fuck you gonna be mad at me ‘cause you lost your spot? I guess your pussy wasn’t good enough. I understand your pain, no doubt. But I’ma tell you one thing. You are not going to act like no fucking fool while we trying to put him to rest.”
“You don’t get to control how I mourn for my man,” she said with all the hate she could muster up. “You make me sick. All this blood is on your hands. He was always popping that live by the code bullshit. All he did was follow your ass to his death. Then you bring this bitch in my face and with a straight face ask me to repect her. Fuck her and fuck you too!” Rain said with tears streaming from her eyes.
KoKo looked to the side. Kayson caught her eyes and shook his head no. She understood his gesture loud and clear, but chose to go with the moment. With bald tight fists, KoKo two-pieced Rain dead in the mouth. Rain hit the floor hard and sloppy. Legs one way, body the other. Gasps filled the room as she pulled out her gun, and of course, a lesson had to be taught.
Putting one in the chamber, she yelled out, “Do you wanna go with him?”
Rain looked up in sudden panic, paralyzed with fear and unable to speak.
“Do. You. Want. To. Go. With. Him?” she repeated. Rain sniffled and shook her head no.
“All right then. Act like you got some sense. You up here fighting over a dead dick neither one of y’all can get. He spent his last days with this woman. He died in her arms. Fuck you mean she don’t have the right to be here? Now, I said I understand your pain, and by all means, mourn, bitch, in any way you please. But don’t have disrespect for me or her in your mourning plans.”
Rain tried to sit up slowly. “KoKo, please,” she pleaded.
“Apologize!” KoKo yelled out.
“I’m sorry,” she whined, covering her face.
“Get this bitch off the floor. Fuck is wrong with you? Coming all outta pocket. This bitch ain’t yo friend.” KoKo tucked her gun away as Lynn helped Rain to a seat. “Bitches be having the game twisted. You don’t approach the other bitch unless she is your friend. If she don’t know you, what the fuck is you mad at her for. Be mad at that nigga. He was lying to both of y’all. And in this case, he is gone. All we can do is move forward. Respect this man for who he was, and where he laid his dick does not sum up the kindhearted, loving person he was.” KoKo got choked up as she thought of how he took care of her and Quran when Kayson was gone.
Kayson came over to her side. “Ai’ight, break this shit up. Rain, you know I got you. I know what you meant to Night. They are going to take you home so you can get some rest.”
“Thank you, Kayson. He always spoke very highly of you.” Kayson nodded as she passed him. He put half of the money in her hand. “This is just to get you moved and situated. I’ll send more shortly.”
“Thank you.” She clutched the money to her chest and walked out with her crew in tow.
“Why you always gotta go in?” Kayson asked KoKo.
“You know I have a very low tolerance for bullshit. Plus, Goldie didn’t need them all in her face. They lucky she didn’t pull out. She’s very unstable right now.”
“And so are you.”
“Whatever!” She turned to Goldie. “Come on, ma. This shit is for the birds.” She started to walk toward the door.
“KoKo,” he called out. “Calm yo’ ass down.”
“Yes, sir boss.” She saluted him and then kept on walking. Kayson looked at Baseem.
“You wanted to know when I was going to get settled down. Never. And KoKo is reason number one through ten,” Baseem said.
“Make sure they get to the hotel safely. I gotta check on some shit. I’ll catch up with you in a little while.”
“Got you.” Baseem rounded up the crew to escort the ladies to the hotel.
Kayson stood reflecting on KoKo talking in the corner with her hit squad and wondered what she had up her sleeve. Knowing her, she was plotting someone’s demise. And the fact that she had not run it past him, made him think she had something to hide. But what?
Payback is a Bitch . . .
As soon as Kayson left for Vegas, KoKo was on the first thing smoking to Atlanta. KoKo arrived at 9 PM and drove to the address she was given for Detective Sandra Benjamin. Yes, the woman Goldie saw that day in the police station was indeed the same bitch Rock considered a friend. Positioning herself a block away, she deaded the engine and waited.
An hour later, Sandra was pulling into her driveway. KoKo waited until she got in the house, turned on the lights, and began to get settled.
KoKo tightened her vest, secured her guns, and then got out. With stealth she moved speedily up to the door and looked around. Pressing the doorbell, she anxiously waited.
Sandra looked out the curtain, wrinkled her brow, and then headed to the door.
“KoKo?” she asked, pulling her robe together and looking up and down the street.
“I was in your neighborhood. I thought I would drop in,” KoKo said, locking eyes with her.
“Oh, okay,” she responded, trying to smile.
“Can I come in for a minute?” KoKo walked in, not waiting for a response.
“Umm . . . sure. Please come in,” she said, shutting the door.
“Damn, I like your little place,” KoKo sarcastically stated, looking around at her all in one ranch style home, cheap furniture, and small television. It looked like everything was in the same room.
“Thanks, I try.” Sandra moved to the kitchenette. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you. I’m good.”
“So what do I owe to this visit?”
“Nothing much. You know I’m down here often, so I figured I might want to get me some employment. Are they hiring at your job?” KoKo looked at Sandra’s body language.
“At my job?” Sandra wore a bewildered look on her face.
She turned to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah, your job. You know . . . At the police department.”
Sandra froze in place. Panic set in when she realized her gun was in the other room.
KoKo pulled out both her guns and placed them at her side. “Move too fast and I will blow your fucking head off,” she warned.
Sandra slowly closed the refrigerator door and turned to face KoKo. Standing in between a rock and a hard place, she tried to talk KoKo down. “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to put those away, and let’s have a rational conversation.”
“Bitch, this ain’t Dr. Phil. Fuck is wrong with you? Yo’ ass is in total violation. I’m here to check that ass.” KoKo slightly raised her voice.
“Okay, I will be honest. Yes, I am a cop, but I didn’t come for you. You ended up in my world.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“We have been following Rock’s paper trail for a year, and when he brought you into his house that night. That is when you got on our radar.”
“At what part in that explanation did you think I was a fucking fool?” KoKo tilted her head.
Sandra swallowed hard as she tried to gather her thoughts.
“You don’t want to have the blood of a cop on your hands.” “You see this bitch right here?” She held up her nine. “She
don’t give a fuck about your fucking career path!”
“KoKo please,” she begged as tears formed in her eyes. “Sit down and shut the fuck up,
” she ordered.
Sandra slowly moved to the counter and sat on the stool.
KoKo tucked one of her guns in her waist and pulled out her cell. She put the gun to Sandra’s mouth. “Shhhhh . . .” she said as she dialed Rock.
“Yo, where you at?” she tried to sound upbeat. “On my way home. Why?”
“I need you to meet me at Sandra’s house. I ran into a little something. I need your help.”
“I’m on my way.”
Meanwhile in Vegas . . .
Kayson walked down the long hallway with a duffle bag full of money headed to Mr. Lu Chi’s hotel room. He posted himself in front of the door and contemplated how he was going to deal with his betrayal. Kayson placed all his thoughts in the right place and then knocked on the door. When it opened, he was greeted by Mr. Lu Chi himself. Kayson’s eyes roamed the room for security, but there was none in sight.
“Kayson, how are you? Please come in,” he asked, patting him on the back. “So, I take it your flight went well,” Mr. Lu Chi said, walking quickly to the seating area to join Kayson.
“It went well.” Kayson was short and to the point.
“So, what do you have for me?” he asked excitedly, ready to get his hands on the bag of money.
Kayson sat the bag between his feet. He looked down at it for a few brief seconds and then locked gazes with Mr. Lu Chi.
“What do you call a man that is more interested in greed than money?”
Mr. Lu Chi thought for a few seconds. He replied, “A fool of course. Any real man knows that being greedy can in turn get you swallowed up.”
“So, I guess it’s safe to say that greed destroys men.”
“At times. It can also motivate at other times.” Mr. Lu Chi looked at Kayson with inquisitive eyes. “Where is this coming from, Kayson?”
“Just trying to figure out, how is it that a man can ask for loyalty and then look you in the eyes and try to fuck you in the ass.” He sat back, rubbing his hands together.
“Again, I will ask you. Where is this coming from?” Lu Chi’s anger began to form in his gut.
“You crossed the wrong man,” he said as his nostrils flared and eyes lowered.
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