"Mija! Your little boo is heah!!" my grandma yelled to me.
"Alright! I'm coming!" I gave myself the once over in my full length mirror and rushed out the door after kissing my grandma.
I walked out to see Kendon leaning on his all black BMW. I rolled my eyes and smiled ‘cause this muthafucka thought he was fresh.
"What's up Papi?!" I said as I walked up to him and gave a church hug. As I was pulling away, he pulled me back close for a sensual hug.
"Don't call me Papi, you know what that does to me," he said as he bit his lip and grabbed a handful of my ass.
"Moooovvee!" I whined and pushed him off with a smile. He opened the door for me and I hopped in.
"You got heated seats in this bitch?!" I yelled as he got in the driver side.
"I do," he smirked. He had on a thin gray hooded zipper jacket that was like raincoat material, jeans, a white thermal, and Jordans. We both loved Jordans.
"Where we headed?" I asked as he pulled away from the curb.
"It's a surprise."
We drove for about 20 minutes listening to Big Sean's "Dark Sky Paradise" album, until we arrived at the beach. Kendon parked his car and hopped out to open the door for me.
"Opening doors now?! Since when nigga?!"
"Shut up and get out!" he smiled.
He went in his truck and pulled out a bag. "Let's go."
We walked on the beach towards the ocean and he finally stopped. He went into the bag and pulled out a blanket to lay across the sand.
"Sit down, J." I did as he asked me to.
He began to pull out food, and it was all my favorites. Spaghetti with Italian sausage, garlic bread with cheese, and red Kool-Aid. This shit was ghetto as fuck, but it made me smile ear-to-ear. I was the only Cuban whose favorites were Italian.
"I can't believe you remembered my favorite foods!"
"I never forgot anything about you." I didn't respond to his attempt at being romantic.
Somehow he kept the food hot, and it was so good. I stopped eating and finally asked what I've wanted to ask him for forever. "Why Kendon?"
"Why what?"
"If you was so into me, why did you do me like that? I loved you so much and you shitted on me. Twice."
He put his food down and looked at me. "Dumb. Trying to be like my brothers. They always had different chicks coming and going, and I wanted to show them I was grown and just like them. But I still wanted you, so I made you my girl and tried to do my thing on the side. But now that I've realized that a million bitches don't amount to that one girl that's gon’ have your back, I've changed."
"Oh and I'm just supposed to be okay because you're ready. Fuck out of here!"
"No, but I would like you to try. I know I hurt you, but Jess I've changed. Really. You don't have to give me another chance, but if you didn't want to you wouldn't be here right now." I didn't respond and started back eating my food, causing him to chuckle.
"I know you been giving my pussy away like charity."
I snapped my neck to look at him. "Your pussy?!"
"I'm the first one to ever been in it so it's mine. Forever," he laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "You’re sick," I laughed.
"So what you say Jessica, you gon’ give your boy another chance?!" I shrugged. He leaned over and kissed me slowly. How I missed his lips.
"I guess Kendon, but if I find out you trying to play me, don't ever talk to me again!" I said sternly with my freshly manicured nail pointing in his face. He laughed in excitement and bear hugged me until we tipped over.
"Move Kendon!" I yelled, laughing.
That's what I loved about him, no matter how my day was going or what I was dealing with, he could make me smile and forget, but he better come correct this time, because I was not playing with him.
Chapter Four: Trenton James
It had been almost six months since Christy beat July's ass at Kendreeis' party. After she showered at my house, she left and hasn't talked to me since. I called, text, emailed, anything you can think of and got nothing. I was for sure she would come around soon, but she had never broke up with me for more than a week. Whenever I dropped by, her bitch ass mama would lie and say she wasn't home.
I had cheated on Christy before and usually she just beat the bitch up; I would dick her down, and we'd be good. I thought after I gave her that tongue lashing in the shower she'd be good, but boy was I wrong and I was starting to feel sick.
I met Christy when I was stopped at a red light and she was walking into the corner store. She was so beautiful and I had to have her. I was in the far right lane, so I shut my engine off and chased her inside the store. She was not trying to fuck with me at first, but I finally got her number. She was that boogie ghetto and I liked that shit. She would go on a date to Burger King, but she would never let you fuck her in an alley or some shit. She was just the perfect balance. I loved Christy, but at the end of the day I was a man, meaning I was gon’ smash other hoes from time to time. Once I was ready, I would make her my wife.
I met July through my best friend Kendrick. Him and his brothers used to fuck her home girls, so it was natural that I would bang her. My boys and I would literally smoke about five blunts and fuck about five different girls in one night. The fucking life. I never mentioned Christy, ‘cause that shit would've killed the mood. Kendrick being my nigga, he was bound to see Christy and when he asked what we was, I told him she was just some young pussy I was getting into.
When she caught me kissing July, yes pronounced like the month, I was startled. July has always been down for me. Whether it was drug related or convenient pussy. She simply walked up, sat on my lap, and before I could protest, her tongue was down my throat. By the time I could push her off, Christy was standing before me with smoke coming out her ears. I said a silent prayer for July, ‘cause I knew Christy was about to give her a five-piece combo like she worked for Popeye’s. And she did. I got so mad at Christy because she fucked up my boy’s birthday, and I was embarrassed that my girl was actually acting her age.
***
I pulled up to her school and parked. It was 2:40 pm, and I knew she'd be walking out soon. At 2:55 pm, I saw her walking out in a yellow dress that stopped mid-thigh, sandals, a bun on her head, big hoop earrings and bracelets. She looked flawless as always. As I was getting out, I saw some Chris Brown looking ass nigga walk up, and she handed him her books. I realized it was Kendrick's cousin Kayden. Kayden King was a hybrid drug dealer. His dad Kylin and Kendrick’s dad Kairio are brothers, and ran the drug operation that Kendrick runs now, together. So it was natural that their sons would do the same. Kayden also had dreams of being a singer, so he pursued that too. If he wasn't helping push the bricks, he was in the studio.
She hopped in the car with this nigga and they sped off. I wanted to approach them so bad, but I didn't want her to diss me in front of this nigga, ‘cause I might have to slap her ass.
***
It was the next day and we were all meeting at one of Kendrick's condos. I couldn't wait for Kayden to arrive. Soon as I let this nigga know Christy was off limits, we should be good.
"So I've decided to give everybody specific jobs because I feel like shit is too messy," Kendrick said. "Jules and Maurice, y'all will be in charge of the shipments that come in. Meaning you will make sure it gets in on time and that the amount is right." Jules and Maurice nodded.
"Trenton and Ricky, y’all will be in charge of collecting the money from the trap houses. I don't feel comfortable leaving it there. In case niggas get crazy and try to rob it, the money will be safe and secure." Ricky and I made eye contact and nodded.
"Of course, my brothers and I will be in charge of the connects, meetings, getting the product shipped, deciding what trap houses get what, and of course double checking the money," he continued. "Draco and Dice, y'all will continue to be the muscle for our team. Draco you stick with us, and Dice you keep an eye on Nic, Morgan, and Jessica." He looked at his book and closed it. "Now Kay
den, we added a new weed called Van Gogh to the rotation. We all know that nigga was coo-coo for coco puffs, so this is some good strong shit." We all laughed. Yeah give his bitch ass the little shit, I thought.
"Any who Kayden, you will be in charge of the money/shipment count for that. You spend the rest of your time trying to get that record deal my nigga," Kendrick smiled at Kayden, and he smiled and nodded. Cornball ass nigga.
The meeting was over, and I stopped to pull Kayden aside. "Aye man, let me talk to you."
"Okay," he said raising an eyebrow, indicating he knew what I was here for.
I folded my arms, "Whats up with you and my girl, Christy?"
He chuckled and looked down at me. "That's your girl? Thought July was your bitch?"
"Nah nigga Christy is and I'm asking you nicely to back off!"
"Well if Christy is yours lil nigga, you should maybe let her know because she has no idea," he laughed loudly and walked out before I could respond. I was pissed and this nigga lost his mind if he thought he was gon’ fuck my bitch! Kendrick's cousin or not, I'd have his ass handled if he kept playing.
Chapter Four: Kayden King
This nigga Trenton must've lost his fucking mind. For some reason the nigga think ‘cause he best friends with my cousin he got more pull than the rest of these niggas under Kendrick. That's not the fucking case; I will gladly empty a clip in him. Only reason he on the roster is ‘cause he got a best friend in a high place. This nigga does not have a mind of a hustler at all. My dead brother could hustle better from the grave. Bitch ass.
I may be singing and shit, but this street shit runs through my blood. My father is Kylin King, 1/2 of the Original King Brothers, when it was just a duo with Kendrick's father Kairio. I had an older brother named Khayman, but he was killed during a drug run gone bad. When that happened, it made me want to lead a different lifestyle, and that was singing. I loved music but I also loved the streets. My family didn't want me doing the hardcore shit for the operation ‘cause they wanted to make sure I had no legal stuff going on if I made it.
Anyway, back to this fuck nigga. I saw how he did Christy at my cousin’s party, and I thought that shit was fucked up once I realized she was supposedly his girl. He had been fucking with July tough and for the longest, so for him to try and pretend like Christy was the one and only love of his life was a crock of shit. I started talking to her fine ass when she came with Nic and Kendrick to the studio to hear my new shit I was pushing. She was real cool and feisty, and the conversation just flowed. When she told me she used to be Trenton's girl I was honestly caught off guard ‘cause that nigga was out here doing what single men do, and when he wasn't he was all in July's shit. I didn't know a Christy existed. If anything, I thought July was his girl. I asked her out one night, and it was mind blowing. She didn't let me fuck, but I wasn't tripping ‘cause I'm sure she was worth the wait. We had been talking ever since, and she assured me Trenton was history.
I was leaving the studio when I got a text from her saying she wanted to see me. I smirked and headed to pick her up.
"Guess who tried to press me yesterday?" I asked her when she got in.
"Who?!" she yelped.
"Bitch boy Trenton, telling me to leave you be," I chuckled. I glanced out the corner of my eye to see if I could tell if she still had feelings for him. She looked okay to me.
"He's so damn dumb. He cheated on me too many times. It's a wrap. I thought he would've gotten the picture by now. I been ignoring him for months. I'm worth more than that." I smiled hearing her say she wasn't fucking with him.
"So what's up with you and me?" she quizzed.
"You know what I want Christy, I been saying it from jump," I replied, making a right turn.
She dropped her head. "I know. I want to be with you too, but I don't want to cause any problems within y'all little organization," she said, rubbing the back of my neck. Her hands were so soft and sent chills down my spine.
"It won't be no problems, I got you. Don't let this nice singing voice and light skin fool you, ma. I don't play no games. All of us King niggas have a no nonsense policy. That nigga gon’ get to acting right or get the fuck on. Simple."
She half smiled and continued to caress my neck. I really liked Christy, but I needed to be sure she was for real. I didn't have no time to be a side nigga, and I would body her and that nigga if she tried to play me. "I got a performance tonight and I want you to come with me," I glanced over at her.
"Yes of course Kay!" I laughed at her excitement and parked my car at the restaurant we were going to eat lunch at.
"Don't call me Kay, that shit gay." We laughed in unison.
Before I got out, she stopped me and planted the most, soft passionate kiss on my lips. I dipped my tongue in her mouth and we were going at it. She sucked on my bottom lip and pulled away.
"Damn, you got my dick hard as fuck!"
"I'll handle that for you after we eat," she winked.
Yeah she was mine. Fuck that bullshit Trenton was barking.
Chapter Five: Kendrick King
"So it's that little nigga Jermaine!" Kendreeis yelled.
Jermaine was one of the niggas that worked one of our trap houses. He turned out to be a snake. Unfortunately, we didn't figure it out fast enough ‘cause the one he worked got robbed. Thank God Trenton and Ricky collected the money prior, but them niggas got a nice amount of product and I was pissed. I was ready to body this nigga. I wanted to go snatch him up myself, but Nic had a doctor’s appointment. She thought she was pregnant, so I needed to go with her. I had Ricky and Jules snatch the nigga up and make him confess who he helped rob our shit. I told them to torture all of them niggas until I finished with Nic.
"I'm about to head to the warehouse and see these niggas that robbed us," Kendon stood up, flaring his nostrils.
I nodded my head in approval and looked at Kendreeis. "You heading over too?!" I asked him.
"Yeah but I have a feeling we have another snake in the circle, so I want to check something out first, but I'll be over there in about an hour," he replied.
Kendon nodded and left. I stood up and shook my head at Kendreeis, pissed about us getting robbed, and he returned my irritation. "I know bro. We need to be more careful and pay more attention," he said as he got up. We dapped up and hugged each other, and he left.
I walked into the living room. "You ready, pretty?" I asked Nic, who was sitting on the couch. She looked a little worried. I could tell it was about the baby. I felt bad that I was excited and hopeful. I knew she thought her life would be over, but I would assure her that wasn't the case.
"Yes I am," she got up and attempted to smile. She walked past me out the door and I grabbed her waist.
"Wait where's my kiss?!" I asked. She chuckled and planted a nice one on me. "I love you Nic, and I want you to know everything will be okay." She smiled and I could tell my words calmed her.
We arrived at the doctor in about 20 minutes. I got out and opened her door. We walked in. holding hands until we got to the check in counter.
"Hi, I'm Nic Fuller. I have a 4:00 appointment," she said to the receptionist.
"Hello honey. Please fill this out." She handed Nic a clipboard.
We sat down as she filled it out and after ten minutes, the doctor called her back. She asked me to come with her, and I did. She took some pee and blood tests, and we waited in the room for the doctor to come in. When he did, I stood up to be next to Nic on the little doctor bed. I kissed her cheek and she smiled.
"Well Ms. Fuller, you're five weeks pregnant," The doctor said, looking in a folder, and he smiled.
"I am?" she asked in a low tone that said she was slightly sad.
The doctor's smile faded, "I know you're young Ms. Fuller, and so are you Mr. King, so I did bring a pamphlet on abortion."
"No we won't–"
"Yes, can I see that?" Nic chimed in, cutting me off.
I stared at her intensely and then stormed out. "I'll be in the car,” I sa
id over my shoulder.
Twenty minutes later, Nic got in the car with me. I didn't say a word to her ass. The fact that she wanted to kill our baby had me off her ass at the moment. We drove in silence for a little bit, then I turned on J. Cole's album. She touched my hand which was on the gear shift, and I quickly snatched it away. Tears immediately began to fall from her eyes. She pushed her long hair behind her ears and leaned her head back on the headrest as she cried silently. I hated to make her cry, but I was pissed as fuck!
We arrived home and I hopped out the car quick as hell, leaving her in it. After sitting on the couch a couple minutes, she finally entered the house quietly and went straight upstairs to the room. She stopped midway to look at me, but I acted like I didn't see her. Fuck this, I had to go to the warehouse.
I walked past our room headed to the bathroom, and I just couldn't bear the sound of her crying. It was one of those cries of deep sadness, the cry you have when you feel you've lost everything. If she cried like that for me, I knew she loved me and I didn't want her to think I didn't feel the same. I was just mad. I entered the room and she had her face buried in her arms, laying on her side. She had on a bra and the shorts she wore today. I pulled back the covers and I noticed her stomach had a little bulge. It was only noticeable because her stomach was usually so flat. I leaned down, turned her on her back, kissed her stomach, and she stopped crying; only sniffles.
"Why you wanna kill our baby ma?" I asked in a low tone.
"I'm no...not Kendrick," she sniffled, looking down at me.
"Then why you ask for the pamphlet?" I looked up to her face.
"I just wanted to see it. I didn't mean to upset you," she said, wiping her eyes.
"Then why you crying?"
"’Cause you're mad at me."
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